#but today is not the day

[babutiny]

Like father, like son

[bre4yd]

Just having a relaxing swing by the flower fields

[nasirsagron]

Re-reading CaPri and realizing why it makes me emotional all the time is because for who they are Damianos and Laurent should only bring the worst in each other, they should destroy each other with every chance they have but actually it is the opposite.

They grow, they get better and they finally get to be loved and love as they deserve.

[tragicotps]

Modern Masriel AU

[per1w1nkl3]

i love how kirk steps off the transporter in mirror mirror and looks at evil spock with a beard like 'am I scared or horny'

[meindraws]

Sketch study

[diyaniyaaa]

all i did today was fall in love with my revie baby

[mjfass]

[nicotinaddict]

[gomzdrawfr]

Sometimes the best thing is made when one is sleep deprived

@bressynonym and me have been messing around in magma hghhdndjdj

[the-kingshound]

a very happy santa lucia to you, thank you for all the angst 😭 i need all the sweets to get thru

Same to you, darling anon!

[therelentless]

GOOGLE SEARCH;; - how to act normal? - how often should i blink? - what am i supposed to say after i say whats up and they say not much? - how close is it normal to stand? - am i offputting?

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[beatrizamante]

_Shooting Star

Lara is still frozen in front of her ajar apartment door, mouth slightly agape. The passing night breeze slits through her nightwear since she didn’t bother to change into something presentable. No one was expected tonight and the gang isn't used to seeing her in short tank tops and hot pants, so as long as it isn't the gang, it’s alright. The cold winds seem to caress her naked skin, but for some reason, none of that chill seeps in. 

No, her eyes are locked in certain burnt umber ones. She was too concentrated when the bell rang, still calculating equations when she climbed down her just inherited new apartment, trying to find a path through the mess. Many things were bought, hanged and taken care of, but the place was still chaotic, especially because she was also transforming her old Pa’s apartment into a study for astronomy and physics. Well, as much as she could without having government funding and just enough that was still cozy to live in. 

The scientist, though, was not expecting a visitor. A Mal visitor. And he does not look happy. 

He still wears his diner apron, the red fabric billowing with the wind, but he’s sporting his biker pants and sleeveless gray shirt. It is a weird combination and the fact that he’s holding a delivery bag while looking at her like that makes all those times she felt weird so much more meaningful. His brunette hair is disheveled, probably from taking off his helmet in a hurry. And he had this look… Jaw set in a way that Lara could bet that, in the correct lightning, that prominent scar would show. There was no customer veneer to him today, nor the charisma he would usually sport when talking to her. 

There was only an… intensity. His brows were furrowed and mouth set in a dangerous grin. She couldn’t read exactly anger, but maybe frustration? Oh, frustration! The taunt lines of his body exuded that. It wasn’t dangerous, just… very intense. 

Did she do something? 

Think, Lara, think! 

Oh… Well, she did… avoid?... The diner… for two days.

Hey! Lara needed to think, ok? A lot of things were happening and Fernweh was loading a whole set of problems onto her. Especially these… feelings. HOW DOES ONE DEAL WITH IT? The doctor has to think. Sit with these thoughts and really think about them. 

But that couldn’t make Mal this mad, could it? It was only two days.

I have no intention of letting you go. 

Hm, maybe it could. 

Welp, at least they could talk!... She hopes?   

“Mal…”, her voice is very soft with wonder, unintentionally cutting him when he’s about to speak. The bag crinkles at his closed first, blood seeping from his fingers as the skin turns pale. Lara can almost hear his teeth grinding against his skull. Ops. “... Sorry. I didn’t ask for any deliv- I mean! I’m happy to see you, I’m just confused? Can we talk… privately? I think I left my card upstairs. ”, her face flushes, her pulse spikes so much that she worries if a heart attack is on the way. He must find something in her expression that makes him soften. She’s trying to give him an excuse to get upstairs to a private conversation. There’s no hesitation when the waiter steps forward. He’s done waiting. No excuses tonight.

“The delivery was already paid on your behalf, Charmer. Looks like your sweetest friend was worried that you vanished from the world of the living.”, he shadows her steps and, as Lara looks over her shoulder, shivers welcome her. “But I can take these up for you. After all, you’re not very good at holding onto things.”

Lara cocks her head his way, raising her brows. He’s repeating what he told her at the lake, that fateful night. Her waiter loves to recall his own sentences, doesn’t he? She chuckles slightly at that. It was a good one, after all. Lara can feel her marked left hand warm up even without his touch. She wonders what kind of magic he suffused in it, connecting them. 

The door behind them is closed with a click of finality, but her mind couldn’t be giving less fucks about that.

“Don’t mind the mess, I’m still decorating and making it usable for work.”, she exhales. It has been a tiring process, especially with her mind being the mess it has been these last few days. Her heart was beating so fast. The butterflies in her stomach were enraged. MalinmyapartmentMalinmyapartment. 

It takes her back to these last days. Is it what it means to care for someone romantically? Lara can say she likes likes him, but can she believe she loves him? That’s not something she can answer, but it’s undeniable how the doctor craves time with the waiter, how she loves hearing his voice or seeing him working on his bike. True, she still knows very little about him, but it makes her happy that Mal can smile, really meaning it, when they talk. When they hang out together… WHY DOES THAT MAKES HER HEART BEAT SO FAST? She’s already aware of it, alright? No need for this! 

And the shivers? How does his voice seem to caress her neck whenever he speaks with her? It’s not something she can keep giving excuses for. No, it’s not the cold weather. It’s not the electromagnetic fields.

She can’t keep staring at his hands or lips anymore, it’s humiliating. 

The climbing is silent, broken only by their steps and Lara’s own uncontrollable heartbeat. She feels like a rabbit, but doesn't dwell on it. Talking with him about the thoughts of these last few days is way more important now, and Lara knows it. There’s one doubt in her mind, though, that she has to voice. “Is this place safe to talk?”

 Her voice sounds delicate as Mal crosses the threshold of her apartment, absorbing every detail as if he needed to burn it in his memory. The walls further from the windows sport midnight blue wallpapers filled with charting in silver and gold. The kitchen aisle was reformed and thousands of extra-small tiles that seemed to form a blue and green nebula were lightened by soft orange lamps.

  The old windows were removed and now wall-sized ones showed the verdant horizon of Fernweh. Heavy gray curtains could be used if Lara needed more privacy. Her trusty telescope was set in one of the windows overlooking the more wild side of the town. 

Adjacent to it, there was a whole set of modern lab equipment that Lara was still unpacking, a seemingly futuristic laboratory of calculators, monitors and sensors. Fairy lights that looked like twinkling stars were hung in perfect cuts and sizes. 

The whole place seemed like either a sci-fi lab or an old astronomer’s tower.

“I took care of it, you don’t need to worry tonight, Charmer.”, his voice resonates against the walls in a way that makes her tremble. Why? Was it the husky tone? Was the fact that Lara might feel a feathering touch at her arm?  

For some reason, the pressure of tonight seems way out of scale from their normal encounters. It was charged, almost short circuiting. Not insulated as it would usually be. Lara turns to her visitor. Her waiter. Her… Well.

Mal threw his unfastened apron over his shoulder. Their eyes meet and all words leave her. His eyes were almost crimson against the light. Cocking his head, Mal still has that coiled bearing, but his face transmits a very different message as she feels his electrifying focus pressed against her from head to toe. Deliberate. Slow. 

Oh gods, did she have any medicine for blood pressure? 

“Not tonight, huh? Did you tape the supernatural bugs in here? Well, no matter. This is good, I want to talk…”, she ever so softly takes his diner bag from his hands, trying to break eye contact. Key word trying. Focus, Lara!, “Sit, please? I’ll brew something for us. Hopefully I won’t mess up, I have no idea what’s inside these.”, Lara shut up. She brings the bag to the aisle, smelling the perfectly made parfait. She can’t wait to dig in the ripe strawberries, but this is more important. 

“There’s a certain type of drink that I want to taste, Lara. I’m sure that one, you have in here.”, his flirting catches Lara a bit off guard, but she breathes in, heart skipping once more. Her vision is almost blurry from her nerves and she knows she must be a glowing red alert, but she chuckles.

“I wouldn’t put so much trust in it if I were you.”, at that, Lara brings her visitor a cup of hot chamomile tea with milk and honey. As the waiter reaches for his cup, his left hand snakes and grabs the scientist’s left one, warmth suffusing against her palm. She jolts, balancing her tea without spilling it. 

“Looks like you’re learning to hold things better, Lara.”, he pulls her closer, eyes dead set on hers. Their knees bump into each other softly. “Why don’t you sit, Charmer? You’re home.”, Mal says, in a very honeyed and hushed voice. 

She can’t focus like that, but she sits beside him, focusing on the half finished planetarium close to her telescope. Lara sips her tea, tilting her head towards him once he starts to test the give of her fingers. It’s weird to have this… Intimate moments with someone, but not a bad weird. She softly smiles at that. Something that always makes him stop staring so intently. 

“I’m trying to make it homey, although I miss the lab… But this is not why I wanted to talk.” 

“I… hm, first, I’m sorry for not showing up at the diner. Before you said something enigmatic about it, I go there mostly for you, and we both know that.”, she says, looking inside her teacup. Mal will wait for her to speak, she knows that, but still, it is hard to maintain eye contact. And those words need to be said. Lara can’t afford to be hypnotized now. “So, sorry, I needed to think. I never had to deal with this before… And second, well…”, the astrophysicist trails off, eyes automatically burrowing into Mal’s crimson ones. She shudders a breath, but holds eye contact. It is most important. “What I was thinking about was… you.”

That soft expression she spotted other times was back. A fragile hope. Eye contact is broken, but not by her, this time. He seems to tense even more, if that’s possible. With deceptive strength, he pulls her even closer. The scientist reeds the unanswered question, their sides merging with proximity as if Mal couldn’t fathom not being this close with her. 

Then, his head snaps into attention until he’s hovering over her, hands still locked in that firm grip and teacup forgotten in the coffee table. Somehow, even her cup is not in her hands anymore.  

Her eyes scrutinize him, stopping at his lips, and she swallows. He’s biting the bottom one, on the brink of losing control over his calm. His face exudes something consuming, devouring.  

Lara takes a deep breath and searches the monitors on the walls for some reading that can distract her, so the rest can be said. 

“Wait, don’t speak. Sorry, it’s just that… I need to put these into words, and I’m terrible at that. But I think I might… Well…”, he seems to approach their faces, a ground out intent in his eyes. Their noses are almost touching, which makes it impossible for Lara to try to distract herself. Not when he’s this close, warm breath touching her lips. “I don’t ‘think’, I know that I do like you. I don’t know about love, but whatever we have now? It’s nice…”, the admission leaves a little too fast, as if she was desperate to breathe. “Fernweh hasn’t been the best place to be since I came back, but I am glad to have come and met you.”, the doctor manages to push out her remaining words, unable to look anywhere else but him.

He smells like cinnamon, sweet and warm. So warm… Her eyes trail down, locking on his indulgent smile.

“And what do we have, Lara? What is this?”, he says, amused, right hand starts a tentative trail on the right side of her rib cage. Lara doesn’t remember how her hand ended up on his chest, feeling the expanse of muscle beneath his shirt, softly tracing his rib cage, counting bones unintentionally.

Such a thin layer separating them. Such a thin layer of air doing the same.

Her voice is breathless, but she manages to squeeze out some words. “I don’t know… But I want to find out.”

The final distance is cut mostly by Mal, but also by a soft pull from her right hand and the eagerness of her eyes when she looks at him like that. 

As if he was one of the stars she’s so passionate about. 

There’s almost no control over the ferocity of his kiss, sending shivers all over her skin, but that is barely registered as Lara is drunk on the moment. He is still holding her left hand in an unrelenting grip, while his other hand tries to settle her in place so she doesn’t climb on his lap as she wished to do subconsciously. That kiss will leave a mark. She swallows the sweetness of his mouth with abandon, mind feeble. All thoughts are drowned in a fog. A haze of heat she doesn’t understand, but doesn’t shy away either. 

When Lara separates to breathe in, she can feel his smile at her soft gasps for air. A husky chuckle leaves him. 

She was never kissed like that. Her face is flush, but her eyes are still set on the prize. Mal’s eyes are a deep crimson and there’s nothing in this world that could make Lara move from that place right now. 

Is this the feeling of being hit by a supernova?

The woman lets the intrusive thoughts win and oh-ever-so-softly nips at his lower lip. That small action changes something in his fragile veneer of control. An almost death grip on the nape of her neck makes their lips join again with violence, pulling out a decadent moan from her throat. How can two bodies be even closer than they are now? He maneuvers her, setting a trail of kisses, sucks and nips down said throat, drinking her sensitiveness as more soft moans leave his scientist’s lips. Lara feels a bite at the junction of her neck and shoulder and that wakes her from her haze. The sensation that climbs down her lower belly makes her set her thighs together. Wide eyed and heavily flushed, the doctor stares at Mal’s almost too smug smile. “It looks like you learned your lesson well, Charmer.”

She can’t speak. Her heart is beating too fast. There’s too much blood rushing through her head. The doctor stands up suddenly, breathing in with desperation. Mal watches her, amused, even if he’s still holding her left hand in that dead-lock grip. 

Ever so slightly, she eases their hold until he lets go. The smugness is exchanged by a dark expression as Lara grabs the teacups and takes them to the kitchen aisle. I can't think. I can't think! Lara you can't just attack a guy like that!     

The scientist almost flees, but the waiter doesn’t wait for her to return. He gets up and remains just some steps behind her, merging their personal spaces. He doesn’t want any more distance between them. There was already enough of that for a lifetime. She's still trying to recover her breathing when he locks her between him and the aisle, intentionally so close that she doesn't have room to move. Tea cups again already out of her hands.  

“Lara, look at me.”, he commands, impatient for the first time since they started this. Her eyes are unerringly drawn to his, locking in again. As it was always meant to be. 

“Mal, I’m… I’m sorry! I should’ve asked first, not just…”

He has to bite down his bottom lip to avoid laughing. Of course that’s what she’s actually worried about. He’s unable to hide his smile when again, she’s hypnotized by his lips. “We can repeat that as many times as you want…”, he murmurs ever so softly. Approaching his lips to her ear, he gives her a hushed breath. “... Even more. I want all of you, Lara.” 

At that, Lara bites down her bottom lip and, in a practiced movement, she sits on the aisle, but it’s Mal that grabs her face and takes her breath away, making her hold onto him as if he was the only thing in this world that could set her free.  oc from @lacunafiction

[spoonietimelordy]

I hate the feeling telling you that you're doing it for the attention when your mental health is low. Like who's attention? My plushies? Come on

[fabiolajyx]

Alexis and Maximo are always liking my TikTok videos 🥺

[orangeria]

Pair: Ryoumen Sukuna/Fushiguro Megumi 

5* hotel concierge megumi and whipped sukuna who falls a little too hard for the pretty green eyed man after staying at the hotel on a business trip

sukuna nearly going into debt staying at the luxury hotel way too many times and megumi giving him the cold shoulder. politely. sukuna finding excuses to talk to megumi each and every time. 

at some point the hotel staff start making fun of sukuna because of how obviously whipped for megumi he is and it becomes a running joke at megumi's workplace. but despite rejecting sukuna, megumi isn't indifferent to him. i mean, sukuna IS a little good-looking. and maybe he DOES look hot in a suit. and through his persistent advances, megumi can't help noticing the look of adoration in sukuna's eyes. megumi is ashamed of himself for having these thoughts about a guest. it's always been part of his work ethic to keep his job and feelings separate.

sukuna has completely disturbed his balance. so when sukuna spent longer than usual without visiting the hotel, maybe megumi felt a little lonely. maybe he missed sukuna bothering him during work hours. maybe he looked up a bit too quickly everytime a guest came in, or everytime the phone rang for a reservation, in hopes it'd be sukuna. 

6 whole months without seeing sukuna. megumi was convinced sukuna's interest had run out, like megumi was just a mere hobby to him and he was no longer having fun. megumi felt stupid for ever thinking of himself as  special to sukuna in any way. but someday, when megumi's hope had completely vanished, sukuna entered the hotel as if nothing had ever happened. megumi told himself not to expect anything, but damn was it hard to hide how much his face lit up at the sight of sukuna.

and sukuna reciprocated every bit of megumi's happiness. the man was still as whipped as ever and his expression visibly changed to a loving one as soon as he spotted megumi. megumi's brain went blank and all he could muster was a smile and a shy "hi", face burning up.

he completely forgot that he was still on the job. sukuna was so mesmerized by megumi he forgot he was supposed to be checking in. he came back to his senses when the receptionist called for him.

"welcome back mr ryomen, good to see you here again. our concierge has been lonely without you around" the receptionist, nobara, wasted no time to tease megumi, and of course the concierge's face reddened even more at the comment.

"oh? i've been insanely busy with work. missed me, sweetheart?" sukuna teased. megumi wished he could disappear. he couldn't bring himself to say anything back, a reaction sukuna clearly didn't expect from someone who always retorted his flirtatious and teasing remarks.

and now both of them were embarrassed and at a loss for words. "ahem" nobara interrupted "i need to check you in, mr ryomen. the reservation was a room for one person, correct?" and in that moment megumi did something so reckless he almost couldn't believe it. 

"actually" he said "two people. a room for two people." megumi could see sukuna's self restraint about to snap in that moment. the man was so shocked he couldn't utter a single word in reply. meanwhile nobara was trying her hardest to keep a straight face.

megumi only had a few more hours until his shift ended but they were the longest and most painful hours ever, for both him and sukuna. they didn't speak about what had happened, megumi only told him "8 pm. stay in your room" and sukuna obliged. 

megumi had never checked out of work so fast. all reason left him in that moment and the only thing he could do was press the elevator buttons impatiently, as if it'd make him get to the floor of sukuna's room faster.

as soon as megumi got to sukuna's room door it opened before him, without him needing to knock. sukuna had been right there waiting for him, waiting to hear megumi's footsteps in his direction. he was just as impatient as megumi. 

there was no time and no need for words. both of them were completely starved for each other and they kissed even before megumi had completely made it into sukuna's room. they slammed the door shut and continued kissing desperately, searching for each other's tongues, touching each other everywhere they could reach. megumi couldn't help grinding against sukuna's thigh that was pressed up in between his own and letting out the dirtiest moans.

sukuna only left megumi's mouth to place kisses and bites on his neck while removing the concierge's uniform. which by the way megumi hadn't even removed after finishing his shift because he didn't want to waste any time. he knew sukuna would be ripping off his clothes anyway.

megumi let out desperate moans while the other kissed his neck hungrily. and when he moaned out sukuna's name, it was like sukuna completely snapped. that's when sukuna carried him to the bed, megumi's legs wrapped around his back. sukuna spent the next few hours fucking the life out of megumi, always making sure to shower him with love and affection despite the fact that he was so starved for megumi's body. megumi was moaning so loud throughout the whole thing and kept begging for more. they couldn't get enough of each other.

the next day was coincidentally megumi's day off so they spent the whole time having sex on every corner of the luxurious hotel room. maybe there were a few complaints from the other guests about the noise...

they start dating after that and meeting up at each others' apartments instead so sukuna's wallet could finally have a break.