#also this is so old i am very sorry

[slautertm]

out of all the places that steph imagined she would run into ruth, the mall was perhaps the very last place she expected to bump into her, yet here the nerd is. her eyes look about for the other's a little as @hqlfbloods, ruth exclaims a cheerful, " too late for that. you're stuck with me. ", as lauter tries her best to make an excuse for her to keep on roam. steph sighs a little, a teasing sort of thing and she hopes the girl knows it.

" fine but only if the boys aren't with you, and you promise to not spill to pete what i pick and also give me your brutally honest opinion about all of them. " but she pauses, " you're going to homecoming... right ruth? "

[heartorbit]

figure skating set right now please. thanks

[vaguely-concerned]

having seen at least the rough outlines of all the romances now I have to say that I think emmrich's is probably objectively the best in terms of coherence and completeness of story arc (with the understanding that ultimately the 'best' romance is whichever one makes YOUR heart sing anyway so objectivity is a silly thing to claim that way, it just felt like it's the arc with the most well-paced focused content and the least dangling threads)... but lucanis' is my favourite haha. just. the whole kneeling before your beloved full of reverence but without any of the distance that usually implies??? his complete undramatic certainty and calm in every scene with rook after this, having spent the whole game caught between fear and longing???? mr. lives in a pantry but it says nothing about my psyche don't worry about it it's purely for tactical reasons that I keep myself contained in a small dark room not entirely unlike a cell, love among the parsnips -- finally coming to rook in their room and it's so comfortable and comforting???? after all the times rook supports and comforts him through the game he's finally able to return the same to them when they need it while being so calm and steady and it's so fucking sweet and feels so effortless and with no price attached?????? he basically assigns himself the role of your bodyguard and he WILL stab a god over it??????????????? the turn to protector (which was in his heart all along longing to get out and find a place) of it all????? he sounds like he's found himself unexpectedly stumbling into such a soul-lightening state of revelatory existential relief, full on 'you only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves' mary oliver style, and he goes and he shares that with rook and protectively envelops them in it when they're hurting??????????????????????????? hello for the maker's sake hello can anyone hear me?????

[ganondoodle]

you know im unable to shut up when i have any opinion on zelda (though i try and have thus far succeeded at not commenting on any other concept from the darn book)- i find most totk ganondorf concept art worse than what we got to insulting even (of those i have seen) ..... this one though

much more the one in the background than the one up front, still at least he has the collar and the weapon we saw in the first trailer of things that never happen in the end (like so much else)

[sallymew4]

EVERYONE STOP WHAT YOURE DOING RIGHT FUCKING NOW

EVERYBODY SHUT UP IMMEDIATELY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[turtleblogatlast]

Something I’ve been thinking about lately is that small moment in “Air Turtle” where immediately after the Daves lose yet another game, Leo says how sorry he is and how he’s doing his best as the mascot. This moment is so short but it’s honestly jam-packed with a whole heap of characterization.

His need to apologize for things clearly not his fault - especially when it feels like he messes up the job he was given despite doing the best he can (the phrase “it’s not about you” takes a new meaning when this is one of the lessons to be learned from that - that he is not always solely responsible for things going wrong), his need to save face and make a connection with an older adult man in his life (something he consistently does throughout the series - he’s got a few daddy issues, always collecting potential father figures, it’s no wonder he jumps at the bit to keep rapport), and the way he sounds and looks and the words he chooses really pushes how he is just a kid (“Mr. the Dunk, I’m so sorry”).

Like I know it’s a one off moment that doesn’t truly mean much, but when put against the rest of the series it works really well with the rest of Leo’s established character and helps in solidifying later concepts as well.

[dukeofthomas]

My understanding of Jason Todd's age;

Jason dies when he's 15, 4 months before his 16th birthday. He is dead for any number of time; it doesn't count towards his age.

He's resurrected; he is in a coma for 1 year, then catatonic for another. He is then put into a Lazarus Pit. (These 2 years are practically useless, as he doesn't remember them and they contribute very little to the story. They could be condensed to 2 months and it would change basically nothing.)

He trains for about a year. You can then give him 1-12 months of prep and planning time before his debut as the Red Hood, and the story of UT(R)H, at which point he would be mentally 16-17, physically 18-19, and it would be (--) years after his birth.

[itspileofgoodthings]

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[stratostella]

something i thought was really endearing about blade right from the get-go was how much they cared about the outfits and costuming and theming of it all. i know everyone talks about the cute stuff they wear already but i think going even further into that is how objects and ‘things’ play into the characters’ lives in general…

first thing i realized right when i finished the series was that this photo entrusted to hajime by amane’s father was basically the catalyst for everything that was gonna happen. hajime didn’t understand sentimentality but he starts the show with at least one keepsake (even if it wouldn’t be 'his own' at first, he struggles throughout the show to keep it) and learns about the kind of humanity that cares about these kind of things. he picks up photography, that one undead burns up all the photos in the room he’s staying in, and he watches how upset amane gets when she sees that the photos she (and haruka) held dear have been destroyed… and really everyone he’s surrounded by displays this kinda thing.

the cast of blade is really into mementos, which is probably true about, most people really. off the top of my head, tachibana is attached to the watch he got as a gift from sayoko, they both valued that puzzle as something representative of their connection, mutsuki longingly looked at shima’s + jo’s sealed cards outside battle and while this is very much a consumable rather than a souvenir he did get very sentimental about nozomi’s rice balls, hirose keeps a framed family photo as well and considered keeping the literal tangible memories of her dad, she’s instead left with his wedding ring after trial b’s death… there’s probably lots of other stuff i’m forgetting rn cause everyone has their own possessions. and while these are all mementos of experiences with other people, i think that the things they wore were another part of how they put value and identity into the objects they kept. ofc the riders had all kinds of jewelry and accessories that represented their personal identity as card riders, but i think besides that these things could also express the past bonds they had that were formulative to their identity (tachibana’s watch and 20th stage mutsuki’s ring from shima + tiger print cloth, etcetc). it’s very human to instill memories and experiences into something physical. kenzaki felt a little different to me though.

unlike the others, we don’t really get any of these sentimental flashbacks with something he owns. he honestly doesn’t seem to care about owning much and the most we get in terms of memorable incidents and connections with others are his memories of his parents in the first little bit of the series (which interestingly were so focused on how his parents died and how he regrets it that i can’t even recall if any GOOD flashbacks were shown, his recollection of them just seemed so distant…), and his time at BOARD along with the very influential event of Everything there going to shit. his jacket is arguably the only thing he wears that he’s consistently been attached to, which i thought really fit his whole relationship with the world around him; he has lots of accessories that scream ‘kenzaki’ through blues and spades and whatnot, but he didn’t really have the personal bonds with other people to have something like the others did. no one’s left that sort of mark on him. and in contrast, hajime had photos and framed drawings and a guitar and objects that became important because of those around him before he could even cement how he felt about his own identity. so he gets that heart ring much later after he manages to find himself, with kenzaki’s help.

and that’s why i was so giddy to see kenzaki in the drama cd, forced to travel light and often, keeping two things of sentimental value because of the people who’ve impacted him in the past: the blue spader that was with him throughout his time fighting with the others, and hajime’s photobook. yuppp

this all goes into my thoughts on memories and identities in general (GUY WHO LOOOVED THE NOVEL) but that’ll be for another post. side note also that i am very sorry in advance if i miss something that completely goes against what i’m saying because i watched the series WAY too fast and i would not be surprised if i forgot </3

[crazycatmilo]

Any recs for aroace characters?

I wish I could give you some tbh, I am still in search of good ace characters myself. Most medias I’ve come across with aroace characters haven’t been the best or most realistic representation imo (aka the “emotionless character” or a robot or an alien or a villain or whatever the fuck). I’ve heard Jar of Rebuke, Hello from the Hallowoods, and Old Gods of Appalachia have ace characters and I’m considering listening to those but I haven’t yet so idk if it’s good rep. I think I heard The Penumbra Podcast has one too? I’ve heard Bojack Horseman has a good ace rep character but I refuse to watch that show so 😭

[scribe-of-hael]

re:different interpretations of a particular character across media. Not the same anon but I think an accessible point of comparison is in comics especially Marvel or DC where different characters are regularly reimagined and can sometimes vastly differ depending on the writer and story that writer wants to tell. Like the Harley Quinn played by Margot Robbie is vastly different from how she was originally conceived (and even from movie to movie depending on who’s directing). And they’re both different than how she is in the animated Harley Quinn Show or who’s writing her in the comics. They’re allowed to act differently because they’re operating in different roles for different purposes. Transformers has basically always functioned like this too. The Harley in B:TAS isn’t going to act like the one in the Harley Quinn show because it would be out of character for that version of her, the same way you wouldn’t expect Starscream from Transformers Animated to act like the one in Prime. Not to say these shows don’t have their issues, but I just bring it up to express that continuity wise it’s more about maintaining internal consistency within the story and the following through if you set something up to be payed off eventually then adhering to strict rules for a specific character.

Yes! I think that's what I was kinda getting at myself (I feel like I lost my point in the post and the subject maybe, because now I'm rereading it and it's more of op saying "he's within his character to act this way!" And that's ok! 100%) but yes anon this is kinda what I was getting at.

Esspcially since I used to be a very big Marvel fan, these characters have seen so many variants of each other. Even in uts own media, Loki being a great example both in and out of comic, in the mcu and his own show.

There are Loki variants, they all kinda uobokd these "Loki like" traits, however they are their OWN person ,their OWN Loki. With different stories, roles, personalities that make them unquie but still inherently Loki.

I feel this way with Starscream and his Variants. As you said TFa and TFP are , both Starscreams but they are very different. They share the deviousness, cunning, and backstabbing nature. They both are kiss asses who won't hesitate to kill you if he sees an opening. But put them in a room they are so different in how they go about things.

I feel Tfa is way more stubborn and head strong, wanting to be cunning but also lieo LEMME KILL THIS BITCH IM SO DONE BEING SUBTLE- while TFP is way more prone to cowarding away from things. It fits both their narratives and their responses to their own Megatron. Because TFA Megs is NOTHING like TFP in the slightest.

Same as G1 and Sky bound Starscream. Look the same, BUT ARE NOT EVEN CLOSE TO BEING THE SAME. Sjosjdjdd who have a smol silly villian for giggles to literally murderous psychopath. Lol

I think that is my problem with TF:ES and Armada going into the rest of the trilogy. Is the Obvious want to step away from these inherently Starscream characterization, and IMMEDIATELY backpedleing.

You can not, set up this character to lead into an arc, to address these issues and then. Not only abandon it. But use a poor excuse of exposition, to say "Well Starscream does what he does." When in the VERY SAME SHOW, you have SHOWN his actions to contradict that very explanation.

No it is not in Earthspark Starscream's character to do and be bad because that 1. Wasn't established to be the case and 2. The episode of his introduction was literally based off of "Starscream is as selfish as they come" and SHOWING that statement to be FALSE by saving Hashtag.

*inhales*

*exhales*

I get the perspective that , Starscream can and should be allowed to be evil/bad as he has always been. You're allowed to enjoy that ! You're allowed to enjoy him that ! I do in his variants even if I make not like the media he come that time (looks at Sky bound) but I can appricate it.

However, it is also allowed to want more than this copy paste character for him. Because he is allowed to be different for each story, esspcially if the story sets him up that way.

I think as the reader/audience the biggest problem, with not just Transformers, but things like Marvel/DC, anything adjacent that has reoccurring characters of different variants to just. Is to have the expectation that they MUST abide by these characters "rules". And that to break them, is to some how destroy the character. People are allowed to want more for a character in a franchise that is not afraid to change up their characters. For better or even somtimes for worse, not everything will go well (Bayverse COUGH) but its a different take. And there is a reason some ppl prefer these things that are not aligned with the norm. because its different.

Tdlr

Yes Starscream can be evil, and that's ok. But wanting some change ina a franchise where these characters have seen so many changes in design, character, personality and backstroy. It is also vaild to want to see Starscream take into those changes and commit to them. He doesn't have to be a super ubber sweetheart, but it be nice for him to be a lil better and be able to come around like other cons do.

[shaadowmilkcookie]

I love ur oc

OIJSNFKDL;ALKFJNG'DKNJLHG????????????????????????????????????????? OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH MY GOD OH MY GOD HELLOOOOO PRETTTY LITTLE BLUE PRINCE HWO I HATE. SO DEARLY. SO MUHC. right in my inbox... oh my gawd.. oHHH MY GAWD u draw him so nice it makes me MAD bc he does not DESERVE this. 5 billion nukes to his location!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[russell-crowe]

i have been listening to quite a bit of U2 today and now the age old question of "which member is actually my fave?" has resurfaced

[varpusvaras]

I was talking with @the-starry-seas about cityboy Fox last night, and how he definitely has some problems with the nature. They said a certain thing would be funny. I had to write it.

Nature is good for the physical and mental health, the neon signs advertising plants and heatlamps for the citizens living in the towering buildings of Coruscant had said. Nature is good for the physical and mental health, the medical guidebook they had received at the start of their posting had said. Nature is good for the physical and mental health, the Jedi healer at the Temple had said. Nature is good for the physical and mental health, Doctor Brevent had said once Fox had landed on Alderaan.

The thing was, they were all correct, of course. It was all based on multitude of scientific studies, after all, and it wasn't like Fox didn't feel a lot better after only a single week on Alderaan. Of course he did. He got sunlight for multiple hours a day now, which corrected his circadian rhytm and boosted the amount of vitamin D in his body. He got fresh air, which did away the persisten cough he had had for the past year and a half. He got to move in an environment that wasn't all hard ground and harsh edges, which did wonders for the chronic pain on his legs and lower back. He woke up every day, listening to the soft winds and birdsong or soft rain, and it all just really, really made him more relaxed than he had ever been in his entire life.

So, yes, Fox would admit that nature was, indeed, good for his physical and mental health. He also loved Alderaan, loved the forests with pinetrees and hardwood and soft sandy paths, loved the mountains rising at the skyline, loved the little streams and rivers and lakes and the garderns around the Palace. The first time he had laid down on a patch of grass had quite literally given him five more years to his life.

The thing just was, that other things loved all of the same things as Fox did.

There had not been a lot of nature on Coruscant. Okay, scrap that, there had not been any nature on Coruscant. Whatever there was, was just patches of man-made greenery, reserved for limited population only, or things that had found their place in the darkest depths and shadowy corners of the planet. If you were on Coruscant and heard something that sounded too animalistic, it was your first, last and only chance to run.

It turned out that on Alderaan, many things were loud. Even worse, none of it made any sense.

Fox could understand the large cat-like predator that roamed around the woods at the foot of the mountains being loud. What he didn't understand was why the thing sounded disturbingly like a woman screaming. Even less he understood why the much, much smaller forest-cat, that was the height of Fox's shins and ate mostly small lizards also made a very similar sound.

His first weeks on Alderaan had been full of heart attacks. An evening walk with Breha, where she showed him the shining starling butterflies? Almost ruined because an actual fox had decided to sneak into the flower garden and screamed at him from behind a bush. Breha had thought it hilarious. Fox had thought about running away to some desolate moon in the Outer-Rim.

Now, after little over two years, Fox was...fine, with most of the things. He knew what all the animals sounded like. He knew not to sit on the ground after rain because there would be worms and snails. He knew not to go out for too long on the warmest days of late spring, because the pollen season was at it's peak then.

He had learned a lot of things, and he didn't feel like a stupid boy who had only ever seen sterilized white walls and concrete ground. Of course that was what he had been, but still. Fox felt like he could almost pass as a local these days.

Even certainly did, Fox thought, as he watched his son run along the edges of the small pond they had in the front garden. It was so shallow that the water barely reached to Fox's ankles, so it was fine letting Even be there by himself and watch the little water lilies and water bugs float on the surface.

Fox had not known a lot about babies when he had taken Even with him, but he had been more than eager to learn everything there was to learn. His son deserved only the best, and that meant that Fox had to also be the best father he could possibly be. Fox had learned that babies explored the world with touch, and that most of the time, they had no sense of danger, and would stuff anything and everything they got their hands on into their mouths.

It had just taken him a while to just figure out how much babies and little kids wanted to grab things and munch on them. It had been the thing that had made him most anxious, actually, once he had realised how eager Even was to put his hands and whatever was in them into his mouth. Fox thought he was being rather sensible being anxious about it. Too many things in the Galaxy were a serious choking hazard. Too many other things were...otherwise unsavory. Fox had almost screamed and thrown up at the same time when Even had somehow found a dead beetle and had already stuffed the fist that contained said beetle into his mouth.

Breha and Bail had tried to calm him down. It was a good thing he was vigilant, they had said, but not everything was so dangerous that Fox needed to lose either his sleep, his dinner or both. Kids needed to get dirty every now and then, they had said. It would boost their immune system. Bail had told Fox that he had apparently eaten sand when he had been little, and he was fine and healthy. Breha had continued with her own story of how she had eaten the leaves off of her mother's dayflower bush and the grass around it at the age of three because she had pretended to be a bantha while playing. She was also fine and healthy, and whatever health problems she had, were not the result of her getting some uncooked greenery into her system. Nature was good for your physical and mental health, they had said.

They were probably right, even if it all gave Fox shivers. But, perhaps, the problem was indeed Fox. After all, he was someone who had lived his entire life surrounded by sterilized walls or concrete ground.

Most importantly, Even was happy. Fox still remembered all too clearly the tiny, too-thin and bony baby wrapped inside the paper sheets in a metal cot, left inside the cold and lonely Kaminoan nursery. He still remembered that child, too small, too fragile, too quiet, a child whose big brown eyes had just stared at nothing at all and whose only way of communication had been wrapping his tiny fingers around Fox's.

That child was nowhere to be seen now. Even had a plump stomach and squishy arms and legs and a round, soft face, that was most of the time spread into a wide, toothy smile. He ran with little but surprisinly quick, wobbling steps, and babbled incessantly all the time and laughed loudly and without care every time Bail would scoop him up and twirl him around in the air.

Even lived surrounded by the exact opposite of the things Fox had, and he was all the better for it.

Fox watched as Even stopped to look at something at the ground, and then jump towards it, his hands grabbing at the grass. A small, bright green frog leaped up and into the safety of the water.

Fox held back a grimace. Yes, he was fine with most things these day, but there were still things he was less than enthusiastic about. Bugs were fine. He didn't go into a full panic when seeing one, but that didn't mean he wanted them anywhere near anyone's mouths. Lizards were actually pretty fun, at least the ones that lived on Alderaan, especially the little ones that lived on the trunks of trees and has round faces and equally round eyes and very stubby legs, or the blue ones that lived near streams and had become far too friendly with people, and would come over to see if you had something sweet for them to snack on.

It was the things that were wet and slimy and sticky that he was not alright with. Not that he would start to scream, either, but he'd much rather not have any close contact with any of them. He hated the feeling of them grabbing onto him, the many times featureless exterior creeped him out, and they were most of the time even more dirty than anything else.

Even jumped forwards again, falling onto his knees, and another frog jumped up from the grass. The frogs were fine. Totally fine. They were small and harmless and sometimes even kinda cute with their exaggeratedly large eyes. Sometimes. Most of the time they were wet and sticky and at least slightly slimy, but they were fine. It was fine, and they were definitely too fast for Even to catch. It was fine.

Fox glanced around a bit, Even still staying at the corner of his eye. Bail was also out, and was currently catching up with one of their Captains. Breha still had to finish up some work, but she would be out soon as well. Fox had brought his datapad with him, since he had a new book he wanted to read, but he had not yet gotten around to even opening it. He had been too busy watching Even play to be able to concentrate onto the story.

Speaking of Even, Fox saw him turn towards him all of a sudden, his hands clasped together and a bright smile on his face.

"Buir!" He yelled. He still couldn't quite get the r-sound right at the end, so it sounded more like Buij. Breha thought it was adorable. Bail thought it was adorable. Fox thought it was so adorable that he could cry.

Right now, though, he was just a little distracted about what Even was holding in his hands.

"Buir!" Even yelled again, as he stopped right in front of Fox. "Buir, I caught it! For you! A frog!"

Fox looked down on Even's little hands, that were holding something that was definitely not a frog.

It did look like one, but only in the broadest sense. It was much bigger, barely fitting in Even's grasp, and instead of being bright green, it was muddy brown, and had fat, bulging limbs and a large, bumpy body. Despite it being otherwise big, it didn't have the cute, big eyes of frogs, but instead it was staring right back at Fox with two beady little eyes, that were half buried under the wringly skin of its head.

Fox had a brief thought that the thing reminded him about the late Chancellor-turned-Sith, and he liked the thing even less.

It was also definitely wet, sticky and slimy, almost dripping clear goo from its toes.

"Oh", Fox swallowed. "Even, my little heart, that's not a frog."

How had Even caught it in the first place? Was it just too big to move as fast as the little frogs, and hadn't been able to jump out of the way in time? Possibly. It was very still in Even's hands, after all. Too still. Fox hated it.

He would've especially appreciated if the thing stopped staring at him.

Even looked at the thing.

"It's a big frog", he said, still happily enough. "Can we have it?"

The thing stared at Fox, like daring him to say no.

"No", Fox still said, staring right back at it. "No, we cannot, it lives outside."

Even was a well-behaved child who didn't argue too much, and always ate his vegetables and held to their hands if they went somewhere. Fox prayed to the Manda that this wasn't the one thing that he would argue about for some forsaken reason.

Even pouted a little, but then his head whipped to the side, and the big, bright smile was back.

"Mama!" He yelled. "Mama, look!"

Fox turned to look as well. Breha had made her way out as well, and was now standing with Bail and the Captain. She looked really pretty, with a golden band in her hair and the sunlight making her skin and eyes glow softly-

The thing moved in Even's hands. Fox saw it, and turned to look. It was still staring right at Fox, as it squirmed again. Even was still too distracted by Breha, that he didn't notice the movement.

Fox opened his mouth to tell Even to put the thing down, when it squirmed yet again, and with surprising speed, it drew its legs under its body and leaped up.

Fox didn't have the time to move. The thing's beady black eyes stared right at him as its round and squishy body flew across the small distance between Fox and Even, and landed right on Fox's face with an audible, wet smack.

One of its sticky, goopy legs stuck right into Fox's mouth.

Even was staring at him now, with wide eyes and his hands grasping at nothing.

Fox definitely screamed.

[osamusriceballs]

The Accident - Part XVII

Atsumu x fem reader

Warnings: Making out

Words: 1,5 k

About: Back to Onigiri Miya &lt;3

Part I II -> Next Part

"Finally. Took ya long enough."

Osamu rolls his eyes when you both enter the shop. You apologetically smile and wave while uttering a greeting. "Hey, Osamu. Sorry for being late." Atsumu grins widely, simply ignoring Osamu's comment while you both move to the counter, where Osamu is working. You notice that he looks a bit tired after moving closer, the bags under his eyes proof that he probably only slept a few hours before he had to open up the shop again. Yet, he still professionally forms Onigiri with his hands, everything looking as flawless and clean as the last time you had been there.

Osamu finally looks up to you both when you reach him and suddenly raises his brows when he sees how tightly your hand is held by Atsumu's. His mouth opens slightly, as if to comment on it, but he closes it silently without saying anything before he diverts his attention back to the Onigiri in his hands, now with a small smile adorning his lips. Your face warms up and you mentally thank every deity for making Osamu the more tactful and considerate twin. You're quite certain that Atsumu would have commented on that, if he had been in Osamu's place. Such a tease.

You clear your throat and let go of Atsumu's hand, but his grip around yours is so tight that it doesn't make any visible difference. "Samu, I'm starvin'—could eat the whole menu today. Gimme that please." Atsumu points towards the filled plate in front of Osamu, who just groans as a response and rolls his eyes. "Yer only here for five seconds and I already wanna kick ya out."

You blink in surprise when Osamu simply pushes the plate towards Atsumu and then turns around to open the fridge. "I prepared somethin' for ya. Take it before I change my mind." He hands you another plate with dishes that you remember from the last time you had been there, and you hastily pull your hand out of Atsumu's death grip to take it. "That's—amazing! Thank you." Your stomach clenches at the sight of the food, and you become painfully aware of the fact that you haven't eaten anything since last night, and it's around 4 pm at this point.

"I'll make sure to tag ya in an Instagram post, Samu." Atsumu grins and places one hand at the small of your back to direct you towards a free table. "Here." He quickly places his plate on the table and moves back to the counter. "I'll get us something to drink." You smile and nod while you try to calm yourself down. Your heart starts beating faster when you think about what has just happened with him in his apartment. How he had kissed you and held you. How he was laying on top of you and grinding against you- so needily and desperate. How your hands had been buried into his hair, desperate for him to deepen the kiss—and he did.

But it all came to an end when you had moaned against his lips, the sound so breathless and lewd that your eyes shot open—and he pulled away with a curse. "God, y/n. I can't—we shouldn't—gosh, fuck. I want you so badly." You could see his clenched jaw, his flushed cheeks, and feel the hardness in his pants without a doubt. You knew he wants to go further- but the wetness between your legs was also evidence of how much you wanted him, and you were quite certain that he could feel your warmth and wetness through his pants at this point. But you knew it's not right. Not now, not so shortly after all that.

You had taken a deep breath and then untangled your legs around his body. "It's probably for the best if we stop right now." You smiled a bit strained, your body wanting nothing more but to stay here forever and let him have his way with you, but your mind told you to slow down. You didn't want to ruin this by starting something like this too soon. He had simply nodded but still leaned down to press a longing kiss against your lips. You had melted into the feeling of his lips against yours and reached out for him, only to have him grab your wrists a little clumsily while he pulled back from the kiss and pinned your hands to the bed. Your eyes widened at your vulnerable position under him—and a throb of need rushed through your body.

His eyebrows shot up and his lips curled into a smug grin at your reaction. "Oh? Ya like that? Seems like we're in for a good time then." You swore you could have exploded any second, especially if he kept looking at you like that, and you simply released a shallow huff at his words. "Yer really testin' me here, wifey." He closed his eyes for a second and then pulled back. "Imma take a quick shower and then we can grab somethin' to eat at Samu's. Is that alright with ya?" You had simply nodded, too flustered to form words, and he pecked your cheek one last time before he headed to the bathroom.

After that, you wobbly made it to the other bathroom, quickly washing your face and getting dressed again, trying to distract yourself from the fact that you were this close to giving in and begging him to sleep with you. You have never felt like this with someone else; Atsumu just elicits feelings and actions from your body that you would never have thought were possible. He's a great kisser, and judging from the way he had been grinding his hips against yours, you were quite certain that he will be equally as good in bed. Your face had heated up again at the thought of sleeping with him, and you had quickly grabbed your stuff and go back to the bedroom. You both quickly took your things and made your way towards Onigiri Miya, but not without making out heavily in the elevator.

"Here ya go." Atsumu places two drinks on the table, and you get pulled out of your thoughts. You try to look calm and composed with a smile and thank him while he takes his seat, shortly admiring him in his simple, yet very attractive outfit. A white shirt and a pair of jeans—nothing special, but when Atsumu wears it, it just looks that appealing.

"Don't worry, these are alcohol-free. I'll stop drinking for a while for sure." He scratches the back of his head bashfully, and you laugh softly. "I figured so. But aren't you training like crazy now? Isn't it bad for you to drink anyway?"

A faint pink hue covers his cheeks at your words. "True that. I'm gonna stay away from alcohol for a long time." He shakes his head and then looks away. "Can't believe it's just a few more weeks till the Olympics. Time is running but- oh, let's start with the food already. Can't wait any longer, I'm sorry." He takes an Onigiri off his plate and eagerly digs in, and you're quick to join him, amused by his cute expression while he's chewing. He must have been starving for sure.

"I feel so much better already." He grins, and you nod while you eat a spoonful of your meal, enjoying the taste of fried rice. "Me too. I love Osamu's food." Atsumu nods and pretends to think for a second and then smugly grins. "Seems like yer fallin' for all the Miya's. We're a talented family after all."

"I'm not falling for all the Miyas!" You weakly protest, but the food could definitely make you consider Osamu as a possible partner. "Just kiddin'." He chuckles but suddenly yawns while he reaches for another Onigiri. "I'll drive ya home after that. I'm way too tired for anything more." He does look exhausted now. You don't know how he manages to even hold a proper conversation in his state, his eyes closing every few seconds before he almost violently pulls them open again.

"That's okay." You smile sympathetically and reach for your drink. He got your favorite, and you feel a sudden warmth running though your body at this realization. "I'm also exhausted after last night. But uhm..." You hesitantly fish for your phone and unlock it. "Do you maybe want to give me your new number?" You feel a faint blush creeping up your cheeks, but you're too afraid that you'll forget about it later- especially when he can barely keep his eyes open. "Oh? Sure." His eyes light up, and he quickly wipes his fingers on his tissue before he takes your phone. "Here ya go. I'll make sure to text ya every day."

"You don't have to text me every day." You snort but smile at the thought of always waking up to messages of Atsumu. "I will. Don't worry." Something about the way he says that makes you believe him, and break the intense eye contact when you take the phone with slightly shaky hands and look at the screen.

There it is, your new contact:

Husband

[torgawl]

i am begging people who keep pushing the wriothesley is a father figure to the melusines/sigewinne agenda to read his lore. begging. he's not a father figure, in fact, he's like their borrowed grandkid. the melusines adopted him, not the other way around!!!