my anaconda don’t want none
unless you DEFEAT THE HUNS, SON
just a small town girl. Living in a racist, insensitive, sexist, homophobic world,
(cant take the midnight train ‘cause im fuckin scared)
Just a city boy, shot by cops in south Detroit
"He coulda had a gun hiding anywhere"
Up and down the boulevard
Trash cops, assholes in the night
(it goes on and on and on and on)
title: hand holding for newbies
pair: momotarou x aiichirou
summary: holding hands is hard when no one knows you’ve got a boyfriend.
rating/warnings: t because uh grinding haha;; 6k words, whaaat
a/n: this is a sequel to my first momotori fic but you can probably read it on its own if you want ahaha (・◇・)
"Why won’t you hold my hand?"
They’re both in their room, having gotten back from swim practice. Aiichirou is seated on his bed and Momo’s hands are graciously toweling off his hair, moving in gentle circles. The moment he asks the question Ai jolts, and he immediately knows that Momotarou felt the movement.
“Huh?” he breathes.
"Today I tried to hold your hand and you moved away. Remember? When we went to get ice cream in the morning."