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I'm sick as a dog rn and I'm manifesting Matchablossom because I don't know why. So sick SK8 HCs~!

Matchablossom

-Kojiro has little siblings, and therefore also has the immune system of an ox, so he doesn't get sick that often. Kaoru on the other hand...

-When Kaoru gets sick, he's actually less bratty and whiny than usual. In fact, the only time he complains is if Kojiro leaves him alone when he's sick.

-Whenever Kojiro gets sick, Kaoru lets him lay his head in his lap or on his chest. His heartbeat lulls Kojiro to sleep immediately.

RedLotus

-Kaoru's inclination to illness is genetic, so Nako gets sick easily too. When that happens, Reki almost can't shut her up.

-She always asks for warmth even when she's 103 degrees, and good God, it bamboozles Reki to no end.

-Despite having little sisters, Reki gets sick a normal amount. He doesn't tell Nako when he does, but she's got a sixth sense about this kind of thing.

-She acts reluctant to take care of Reki, but in truth, Nako will not leave his side until he gets better.

EdeuxHive

-Kiiro only gets sick once in a blue moon, and when he does, it never lasts longer than thirty-six hours.

-Jaiyan, on the other hand, is prone to illness, and they almost can't function when they get sick.

-When they do, Kiiro refuses to let them do anything. Not that Jaiyan would've tried, because a fever is like pneumonia to their body.

-What Kiiro hates the most is when Jaiyan cries when they're sick, because it means they're in a lot of pain. It makes him feel like his heart is being shattered to pieces.

I wish I had someone like these guys to help me through what I'm going through 🥲 Why can't I get a girlfriend

if you ever see me spam likin lg your pos

i'm terallh soryy my tymblr us so shitty

yeah he knows hes hot this is so sick and twisted

|03:25| k. mg.

Everything with Mingyu always felt honeyed, even the fights, the bad and the good moments. You first kissed Mingyu on your third date, you remember his sad puppy-like gaze when you told him on the first date that you wouldn’t kiss him. It made you laugh, but I was a rule you stablished after many disappointments, and you were so happy because it was definitely worth it.

When he kissed you that first time it felt like everything around you disappeared, like it was only the two of you, lips touching and tongues caressing, it didn’t feel lustful, it felt special, intimate, loving and sweet, because everything with him always felt honeyed.

And everything with Mingyu was intense, citrusy and refreshing, like a glass of lemonade or cinnamon flavored gum, there was nothing better than comparing what Mingyu made you feel with sweets.

But also, to match Mingyu loved to have a lollipop buried inside his mouth and you love to kiss him just after he finished them, saliva thick and sweet because of the candy, always a delight for you, eating the sweet from his lips, pinky and glossy was way better, addicting.

If you could eat the sweet delights like that every time, you’d feel more than blessed. Big hands stroking your body softly, hot tongue caressing the inside of your mouth, musky scent emanating from every pore of his body, sugary kisses and arising moans.

There was nothing better, feeling all of him against you, the hotness of his body, his scent, his heart pounding loudly on his chest. You were in love, and maybe that’s why all of it felt so sugary sweet, but you could tell by a fact that Mingyu was crazy about you too, it was something on his eyes, on the way he touches you and speaks to you with such a mellowed tone.

“You taste like strawberry candies” you said enjoying the after taste of your kiss, liking your own lips. You made him laugh, that velvety and delicious laugh that made your belly flutter and you toes curl.

Mingyu made you feel so sensitive that you could feel the sheets under your skin, and all the wrinkles of the fabric on you lower back, on your hands, on your shoulders, everywhere.

Hot, sticky tongue dancing over your skin, tingling, burning.

“There’s not better candy than you” he would say while going down on you, making you blush, not letting you breath, displaying his expertise, moans filling the room, because everything that Mingyu did to you felt glacéd.

His fingers worked you open while your own syrupy arousal would spill all over his chin and hands, and just like a burning fire on your belly the juices now where not only on his hand but dripping down his fore arm, with his fingers he worked you through your high, still caressing your sopping lips with his tongue enjoying the candied mess.

“Thanks for the sweets”.

My thoughts have been between two feelings today