#floooooof

Chonky King Penguin chick 🐧🐧

jsjsjsjs yes!!! yes yes yes, this is everything, I— ouuu my heart swells.

Mitsuhide and his little girl is what I live for and I cannot wait to write more for this in the future cause I still stand by he’d be the best father!!

he gives the young girl just the gentlest of smiles, preserved for only you and her. She’s a mischevious little girl around others, and he knows it, but she’s an angel to him as he’s an angel to her, and it’s oh so soft.

And poor hideyoshi, he loves the girl with all his heart, he’s honored to hold the title uncle.

But like her father she’s sneaky, mysterious, and somehow managed to find the secret stash of konpeito he was hiding from Nobunaga— shared it with Nobunaga none-the-less when she knows well enough, it’s not got for his health!!!. Hideyoshi is big grumpy, he’s prepared to give her an earful.

Then she pouts. Gives little doe eyes. She knows how to fake her tears. And Hideyoshi justs—

uUUuuUUggggGGGhhh I live for this.

ty ty ty 💕

“Move in with me.” 

Liv stops writing in her journal and looks up to see Noah’s eyes still glued to his book. She responds by taking the book from his hand and smacking him on the head with it.

“Maybe when you can finally cook a meal without almost burning down the house.” 

Noah snatches his book back from her, a sly smile on his face.

“Really? That’s all it takes?” 

“Hm…maybe.” 

She remembers the first time Noah had tried to cook dinner at his home. When he somehow managed to almost set the house on fire just from boiling water, she knew that he should probably just stick to art. 

“Alright,” he says simply. “I’ll cook a meal and then you’ll move in with me.” 

Liv moves from her spot on the couch and ruffles his hair as she settles onto his lap. They stare at each other for a moment but by the time Liv recognizes the mischievous glint in his eyes, it’s too late. Noah buries his face in her neck, peppering her with kisses while tickling her sides. 

“STOP!” she laughs, trying to escape from his arms. 

“Move in with me and I’ll stop,” he says, his breath tickling her neck. 

“NOAH!” 

He doesn’t stop kissing her but he does stop tickling her and wraps his arms securely around his waist. 

“Move in with me,” he says, resting his chin on her shoulder. “I’ll learn to boil water without burning down the house. I’ll cook you dinner everyday. I’ll make room for your music equipment. Half your stuff is here anyway and I’m pretty sure my closet has more of your clothes than mine. You’re already halfway there, Liv. Move in with me.” 

And for a second, Liv almost says yes. 

She blames his puppy eyes, and how warm his body feels under hers. 

She blames how his words always make her lose her train of thought, 

and how secure she feels in his arms. 

But then she remembers that if she moves in, there’s no turning back for her. 

And she wonders if Noah thinks the same way.

Because she couldn’t imagine her life without him, and that terrifies her. 

“It’s just not the right time right now,” she says, pushing back the lock of hair falling into his eyes. “But that doesn’t mean I don’t love you.“

A look of dejection rushes over his features and his lips turn down into a pout. 

“And that definitely doesn’t mean you shouldn’t learn how to boil water without burning down the house,” she jokes, brushing her nose against his. “That’s just a life skill everyone should know.” 

“And then you’ll move in with me?” he asks again, his voice much quieter. 

Liv kisses his forehead. “Maybe.” 

******

Liv doesn’t know when it starts, but sometimes she’d be at her apartment making dinner and her mind drifts to nights in a kitchen,

making dinner for two, 

eating on top of the counter,

while laughing at one of Noah’s lame attempts at a joke.

She’d be doing her laundry and suddenly think about her shirt smelling like his detergent and a closet full of both of their clothes.

She goes grocery shopping and finds herself buying mint chocolate chip ice cream even though she despises it. 

“People who don’t like mint chocolate chip are living a sad life,” Noah says, taking a big bite straight from the carton before pointing his spoon at her. “You, Liv Reijners, are living a sad life.” 

And it’s not until she slips into her own bed one night—the other side empty and cold—that she finally realizes the nights when she has the best sleep are always when Noah is by her side. 

******

Her hands are full but she manages to hit the doorbell with her foot. 

Liv waits a moment, tapping her foot as she impatiently waits for the door to open. When it finally does, Noah’s brows furrow in confusion.

“Did you lose your key?” 

Liv places the box she had been holding into his arms before hiking the bag on her shoulder and picking up the other box up from the floor. 

“What are you doing?” he asks, his face slowly relaxing and a smile growing on his lips. 

“You asked me to move in, didn’t you?” she says, pushing her way inside. “I can’t do that with half my stuff still back at the apartment.” 

Noah kicks the door shut behind him before setting the box down on the floor. 

“I thought…”

“I was scared,” she tells him, crossing her arms. “Of moving in. Officially. And what it’d all mean.”

“What it would mean?” 

She bites her lip. “For us. To me, moving in means there’s no turning back. That our relationship is-”

“Permanent?” he asks. “Real? Forever? Because it is Liv. To me, it’s always been all of those things and more. I wouldn’t have ever asked if it wasn’t.” 

And now it’s Liv that finally relaxes as he crosses the living room and wraps his arms around her. She rests her head on his chest and lets out a breath she didn’t know she’d been holding.

She wraps her own arms around him and knows that she made the right decision.

Because she couldn’t imagine living life without Noah. 

Making dinner and doing the dishes, 

doing their laundry,

stocking the fridge up with mint chocolate chip ice cream,

and waking up everyday knowing that Noah is by her side. 

And when Liv imagines how it’ll feel to finally call his home, our home, 

her heart grows warm and her chest feels full. 

Yes, this is the right decision.

It’s the only decision, really. 

******