That summer I changed. I finally found something I was really interested in. I always had friends by my side. And I even surprised myself by how loudly I learned to laugh.

tsuritamathursdays: Je t’aime The Third Fanfic from the Giveaway I’m pretty sure I sold my soul to the yukiharu god in order to write this for you guys. Cause it’s cute, it’s really smutty, and Yuki’s speaking French and engagement stuff. It’s the whole package. It’s nearly 4,000 words so kind of a long read. But it’s a one shot, if you like it than thank nintendogal because this was her prompt! I apologize ahead of time if any of the French is wrong, and don’t read this if you can’t handle some smut. It’s not very graphic, but you know… you know just be careful it bites with its ability to show more than the eye can see guys.  I’m sorry it took me so long to write this, I really had to sell my soul. I did. I’m gone now, and of course it always stands. If you don’t like the fic from the giveaway that badly, I’ll write you a new one.  SO HAINO HAINO Maddie image

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Je t’aime The Third Fanfic from the Giveaway


I’m pretty sure I sold my soul to the yukiharu god in order to write this for you guys. Cause it’s cute, it’s really smutty, and Yuki’s speaking French and engagement stuff. It’s the whole package. It’s nearly 4,000 words so kind of a long read. But it’s a one shot, if you like it than thank nintendogal because this was her prompt! I apologize ahead of time if any of the French is wrong, and don’t read this if you can’t handle some smut. It’s not very graphic, but you know… you know just be careful it bites with its ability to show more than the eye can see guys. 

I’m sorry it took me so long to write this, I really had to sell my soul. I did. I’m gone now, and of course it always stands. If you don’t like the fic from the giveaway that badly, I’ll write you a new one. 

SO HAINO HAINO

Maddie

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minishima:  ♥ Y U K I ♥ A submission by Thursdays! It’s hard to believe how clueless Haru can be sometimes. The little things that the rest of us have intertwined in our minds are foreign to him. What grocery carts are for. How to put on socks. Sarcasm, and even sadness can slip past him. More awkward, and somewhat difficult would be ideas like holding hands and kissing. Always questioning why we couldn’t hold hands in public and not understanding that people would treat us differently. Then there’s kissing. It’d be wiser and simpler for me to keep him away from the television, but like a parent it’s an easy outlet to sit him in front of when I have things to do. That’s where he’s conceived knowledge about kissing. Suddenly, Haru’s laying on my bed with a box asking to play the pocky game and knowing the intent behind it. At first I refuse but he’s begging, lips puckering around the edge of the stick. No. That’s what I think, but my body does differently, bending over and obeying like a dog. Is it because I’ve always wanted this? Is it him? Haru takes the first bite. In turn I bite too. Those shimmering purple eyes just gleaming in anticipation. Just a little closer. Though right as he bites, Haru breaks away, gobbling the end of the pocky and smiling. Tease. He pulls another from the box. One, Two…Three, but I’m inpatient. I take a bigger bite and those beautiful eyes grow wide. I want nothing more than to bridge the gap but it’s his turn now, and I’m not one to break rules. Before Haru bites, he closes his eyes and honestly that gives me chills. Knowing it’s going to happen. There’s a loud crack of the pocky as our lips meet and the both of us swallow before loosing ourselves. Even though the pocky was gone, for the rest of our time on the couch my tongue could never get the taste of chocolate from his.

minishima:

 ♥ Y U K I ♥

A submission by Thursdays!

It’s hard to believe how clueless Haru can be sometimes. The little things that the rest of us have intertwined in our minds are foreign to him. What grocery carts are for. How to put on socks. Sarcasm, and even sadness can slip past him. More awkward, and somewhat difficult would be ideas like holding hands and kissing. Always questioning why we couldn’t hold hands in public and not understanding that people would treat us differently.

Then there’s kissing. It’d be wiser and simpler for me to keep him away from the television, but like a parent it’s an easy outlet to sit him in front of when I have things to do. That’s where he’s conceived knowledge about kissing. Suddenly, Haru’s laying on my bed with a box asking to play the pocky game and knowing the intent behind it.

At first I refuse but he’s begging, lips puckering around the edge of the stick. No. That’s what I think, but my body does differently, bending over and obeying like a dog. Is it because I’ve always wanted this? Is it him? Haru takes the first bite. In turn I bite too. Those shimmering purple eyes just gleaming in anticipation. Just a little closer. Though right as he bites, Haru breaks away, gobbling the end of the pocky and smiling. Tease. He pulls another from the box.

One, Two…Three, but I’m inpatient. I take a bigger bite and those beautiful eyes grow wide. I want nothing more than to bridge the gap but it’s his turn now, and I’m not one to break rules. Before Haru bites, he closes his eyes and honestly that gives me chills. Knowing it’s going to happen. There’s a loud crack of the pocky as our lips meet and the both of us swallow before loosing ourselves. Even though the pocky was gone, for the rest of our time on the couch my tongue could never get the taste of chocolate from his.

minishima:

♥ Y U K I ♥

Yuki and Haru are around ten years old. Written from a simplistic child’s view.

“Come on, Yuki! We have to hurry!”

Today, Haru and I were getting married. I didn’t really get it, but Haru asked me to. He sure looked pretty in a veil… He even made a flower headband for me to wear so that my head ‘wouldn’t be lonely’.

Haru said he wanted us to marry by the water at sunset. He liked the sky better when it wasn’t blue, when there were lots of colors in the clouds. So, we played at the beach, building sand castles and collecting seashells until the sun went down.

“Yuki, Yuki! The sky is turning colors! Look!”

Haru turned to me, smiling as he gushed about the sunset. Sometimes, he smiled and I didn’t know anything anymore. I didn’t know why he made me nervous, or why I blushed around him. I didn’t even know why I was marrying him. I liked to see him happy- that’s all I knew.

I held his hands and he started bouncing. I blushed again, like I always did.

“What do we do now, Yuki?”

“I-I don’t know. On the TV, they talked to each other.”

“Mmkay! I’ll talk first. Um… hi, Yuki!”

“No, not like that.”

“Then, like what?”

“Mm, like this. Haru… I like you a lot, a-and I think you’re pretty.”

Haru’s face lit up again- Ah, my cheeks were burning. So hot, so hot.

“Yuki, I think you’re perfect. And I like hugging you. And you have nice hair. And I like your accent. And I like taking naps with you. And-“

“Okay! I-if you keep going, we’ll miss the sunset.”

“Oh! What now?”

It was too embarrassing to tell Haru that we had to kiss. So, I told him to close his eyes, and I closed mine. I went in slowly- what if I missed? Then, I touched my lips with his… I hope it wasn’t too long. After a little bit, we both opened our eyes. Everything was dark, except the ocean and Haru’s eyes. He looked even prettier at night, I think. And I can tell by the way he hugged me that he was happy. That made me happy, too. Maybe that’s why grown-ups marry.

riitsutainaka: つり球１周年おめでとう！

riitsutainaka:

つり球１周年おめでとう！

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oomuroke: by ものっそ

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by ものっそ