#meoww

a terrible bore.... (scritches your chin)

18+ mdni

you don’t even have to beg that hard. just a wide-eyed smile, offering him a marker and a little "please, patrick? right here?" in your sweetest voice. 

he's still buzzing from the match, sweat slick on his temples, shirt sticking to his back… but of course he doesn't hesitate. he just snatches the pen out of your hand and tugs the neck of your shirt down without a shred of shame. his name is still ringing out across the court, the crowd roaring from the rafters, when he leans in and scrawls his signature across the soft swell of your breast. messy, fast, pressing the tip a little too hard and watching goosebumps rise on your skin with rapt attention. he caps the pen with his teeth, eyes dragging approvingly over his work with a sharp smirk of admiration.

"looks good on you," he mutters around the cap, tongue wetting his bottom lip like he's already imagining the view later.

My smile is the realest this time

I love Dazai. This is the smile I have on me when I'm loved and thus can love myself