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Levi has always been better at reading. Writing his own words is strange; the pen is too heavy in his hand, ink dripping on paper resembling that black underground’s blood too much. He doesn’t have stories to write down, anyways.

But Erwin is a scar-lettered myth. He is Levi’s favourite book. His skin is softer than pages of rough paper, and he carries the old paragraphs of his wounds with neutral pride.

Some nights, Levi reads him like a blind man, with fingers tracing his darkness and tongue burying into the heat of his mouth, taking Erwin deep into his own tender warmth.
Levi reads him for centuries.

Erwin closes his eyes, and tells him all his stories.

bergzerk:

happy birthday moami!! hope it was a good one, and thanks for dragging me back into star trek, hahaha ❤

moa wrote this cute drabble that inspired this drawing! ((moa writes so much good stuff, go take a look!!!))

This happens when I re-watch Star Trek: 2009 and STID. Suddenly, I am helplessly lost in this eternal ship called Spirk that could be my parents, and I am screaming at the wonderful berg about how perfect they are. 

And Berg, this incredibly cool person, does Spirk art for my birthday and makes me fly right off my chair because I just lost my breath, okay, I fucking lost it. Can you find anything in this that is not perfect, because I cannot. 

From Spock’s ADORABLY nervous blushy expression to their POSE (piggy back rides forever. I am dead. D e a d.) to their injuries and Jim’s cheeky, cute smile. Everything about this is wonderful. And Berg is amazing, a great friend and I just want to thank him for this and everything that there was and is to come. LLAP, my friend. ♥ You are – wow. You are just special. ❤

Hi moami, happy birthday! Since I’ve only been following you for a short time, I just wanted you to know that your writing is incredible, and if it’s any reflection of who you are as a person, then you deserve the happiest of birthdays. Stay classy!

Hello there. 

Thank you for your wishes. It is so very kind of you to message me even if you have not been around on my blog for long. Thank you, and your compliment made me very happy, just to let you know. ❤

ubrot:

birthday art for moami! I wish you all the best ❤︎

The dear ubrot (or, as I lovingly like to say, Brot) has become such a nice friend to me. HQ made us find each other, and she’s like the cherry on top of everything you could want from a friend and fellow Kagehina fan. Her art is nothing short of breathtaking, and I am so excited about this picture, honestly – 

Just. Those boys. Those tiny angels hiding in scarves and being so in love. I like how they sneak glances at each other, the barely there blush. And I am unsure whether this relates to a drabble of mine but may Kags be wearing Hina’s scarf and Hina wears Kags’ sweater? Anyways. Thank you, dear Brot. You are like a fire in a cold winter night, a wonderful friend. Thank you. ♥ ♥

inkykinky:

my very very first kagehina for lovely cinnamon bun moami’s b-day~

Kageyama is still figuring out what to do with a smol boyfriend.

INKY. Sweet little Tintenherz. 

I feel so privileged and happy that I receive your very first Kagehina drawing. I’m forever your cinnamon bun, and you have given me so much in our friendship, I can only thank you over and over again. 

Especially, because this is ADORABLE. This is so much Kagehina – you captured their relationship and characters perfectly. Kageyama as the pillar of support, Hinata as the one who’s high and flies and clings to him. 

It is beautiful. Danke, Kleine, ich liebe es. ♥

“Are you homophobic?” 

Asahi jolts at the question, whirling around to Noya. “What?” he says, his eyes wide in confusion. Noya stands there at his full height, head tilted back to glare at Asahi with a weird, almost threatening expression. Asahi swallows. “Uhm, no,” he finally says. “I’m not – homophobic, no. Quite the opposite, actually.” 

Noya makes a non-committal noise. “Hm. You sure? ‘cause, you know. You always react like you’re scared when I’m trying to flirt with you.” He sighs and his shoulders sink down, confidence bleeding from his posture like rain from he sky. “Y’know, I thought – maybe, maybe I had a chance, but you’re just so – “ 

“Wait. No. What?” Asahi touches his shoulder. This isn’t real, right? He laughs, hollow, hopeful. “You – you weren’t flirting with me. You like girls, right? And besides, you never did anything that –  you don’t like me.“ It hurts, God it does.

Noya blinks. “What the fuck, Asahi. I’ve been kissing your cheek for weeks. Also, ever heard of bisexuality?”

“I thought you were trying to be nice.” Bisexual? “But I’m nothing special?”

“Last week, I kissed you on the mouth. I even asked, for fuck’s sake, how is that unclear or confusing or anything – “

Asahi clenches his fists, licks his lips, and his chest is warm and wonderfully tight. “I thought you were just pitying me! Because I never kissed someone. But you were honestly… flirting? But… why? Why me?” 

And then Noya is gripping his collar and pulling him down, almost violent, only to press their mouths into a soft, breathless kiss. “If you ask that again, I’ll make you sit down and listen to one hour of me rambling about how fucking amazing you are and how badly I’m in love with you, and how annoyed Ryuu is that I literally can’t shut up about you. So shut up, and kiss me.” 

That’s something that Asahi is very good at, so he obliges – and kisses.