#i was not aware my presence was appreciated this much thank u

[luneariaa]

ᯓ★٠ ࣪⭑ 'BEST FRIEND.' ✧ KENJI S.

✰ — you and kenji being besties ( depends on how u guys see it ), reader is female based, pet names.

✰ — my first time trying to write for him bc omg the brainrot over this guy is too real,, 😭💜 also kinda bad i deeply apologize aa;;

— ✩ m. list.

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BEING best friends with KENJI SATO for years ever since your high school days, the two of you surely have your own differences in a way, especially in terms of personality. You didn't even know on how you managed to be friends with him still, but you're always grateful for it, nonetheless.

For all the years, you remained by his side; even supporting him in anything he decided to do, and as the star player for the Los Angeles Dodgers in the Major League Baseball team. He won quite innumerable number of awards, thanks to his amazing performance on field, and has gained lots of fans all around the world, notably for some of the ladies who swooned over his mere appearance.

You're well-aware of his current popularity and position, but still— you tried your best to be supportive all the time, even when sometimes your thoughts are trying to drag you back negatively about yourself.

As sweet as you can be, you can still be quite of a reclused person than he is; as he ever told you before.

Kenji is always known to be quite the opposite from you— all confident and sociable to others in the public eye, often recognized to be quite the charmer as well. His overall presence has a major undeniable effect to most others without fail.

Yet, despite of all the fame he has, there surely are certain times where he actually felt lonely, even when surrounded by millions of people who actually adored him.

But knowing about your mere existence staying by his side despite everything; it makes him feel cherished and appreciated. Kenji is glad to have you, no matter on what he's doing and wherever he is at that moment.

WITH the random novel in your hands, you have decided to read for a bit while waiting for him to finish up at your usual secluded spot— not too far from where he currently is, and pretty much a spot where only the two of you knew.

A few minutes have passed by, he finally arrives at the said area and seemingly searching for any signs of you, to which you didn't even notice since you're too engrossed with the book at the moment. Being hounded by countless of paparazzi and fans surely can be so overwhelming— he's just glad to be able to make it out from there.

In spite of his somewhat exhausted appearance, a small smile manages to make its' way to his lips once his eyes landed upon your seated figure nearby.

"Finally," he reaches towards closer as to where you are, immediately getting your attention up from the book you've been reading. "I found you."

"Hey too, star boy."

You eventually closed the book and put it aside, allowing him to sit on the vacant spot properly next to you with a grin on your face. "Yeah, you found me."

Kenji may not admit it every so often, but he honestly could never get enough with the way you called him— chuckling while doing some little stretches here and there before sitting next to you.

"Oh man, it's so tiring to deal with those interviewers and people around almost all the time, y'know." He mutters with a weary-sounding sigh, resting the back of his head against the wall behind him.

"I mean, obviously it makes me happy to know that there's quite a lot of people who supported me and stuff, but they can be a real pain in the ass to deal with." He shakes his head slightly over his own words that held the mere truth, which made you feel genuinely bad for him.

"I get you," you responded, leaning your head against the wall as well. "It sounds super exhausting to handle."

"It sure is."

"I guess that's just the way it is, if anything." He then rests his chin on the palm of his hand, which situated just right atop of his left knee while he stares off at the distance.

The feeling of people swooning and admiring him sure sounds so nice, but it doesn't really get rid of the feeling of loneliness that he has to experience at times.

"They just adored the persona I've shown to the world, not the real me."

You somehow get what he's implying, even when he seemed as if he wanted to sound at least a bit jokey, to which didn't really work on you. You could see right through him.

"Well, if it helps.." Unsure on what to say, but this needed to be done because clearly, he looks like he needs one.

"You have me." You genuinely reassured him, "I just hope that you won't ever forget that."

Your words alone have an instant effect on him— managing to draw out an appreciative smile upon his features instead of his usual cocky look that he presented to others.

"Of course I won't. I'll hold onto your words."

He could tell the truthfulness behind every word you've said to him; suddenly shifting his gaze around to face you, before pulling you into a warm hug— keeping his arms wrapped around your torso and burying his face into the crook of your neck unexpectedly, much to your own surprise.

It's one of the usual gestures that you would do with each other, so you don't know as to why this time, it feels a little different somehow, but you didn't push him away at all.

Instead, you returned the embrace while stroking the back of his hair tenderly, accompanied with a quiet hum. Your actions alone have prompted him to smile against your neck further— finding it all soothing and relaxing, nuzzling into your warmth.

"You give the best hugs, I swear." Kenji audibly murmurs, which made the specific area on your neck to feel more ticklish than usual.

"Oh really?" A giggle escaped from you due to the ticklish sensation, which causes him to merely smirk in pure delight. "I feel honored."

Kenji begin to point out, lifting his head slightly and not entirely just yet. "I almost forgot that you're quite ticklish here."

"Shut up, you tease." You huffed with a playful eyeroll, shoving him off backwards from you a bit. "You know damn well I do."

It's easier to act all carefree when no one else is around you both to interrupt any moment you're having.

He simply laughs it off, still remaining on his seated spot despite your attempts of pushing him away from you. "Your reactions are priceless."

The baseball star player swiftly returns into doing on what he previously did— embracing you even more, holding you so delicately within his strong arms alone.

Kenji doesn't even know on what's driving him to do any of this for much longer than intended. His thoughts are going a bit haywire, yet it made him feel comfortable in a way as well. Confused, but unbothered to figure it out himself for now.

You didn't really mind though. It felt too nice, in all honesty; simply reciprocating his actions without any signs of hesitation.

"You did amazing, by the way."

When the moment those words left from your lips, it managed to pull him out of his own reverie; pulling away slightly just so he can face you with an evident grin upon his sharp features.

"Thanks, sweetheart."

"I was thinking of doing a mini celebration tonight."

"Oh?" You returned the expression that he's currently giving you. "Am I invited, then?"

He nodded almost instantly with a warm chuckle out of him, ruffling your hair despite your possible incoming protests.

"Of course you're invited, silly girl. Always will."

"You'd make everything more fun, and you're the only one who knows how to keep this bad boy in check, after all."

You merely and purposedly snorted out loud upon his words— rolling your eyes comically before pinching his cheeks all of a sudden, which caught him off guard.

"Not so bad when I do it to you like this."

"Okay— hey hey, stop that-!" He begins to sputter out complaints due to your actions, pouting as you didn't even try to stop from doing so. His hands are not helping anything either, which makes the situation more funnier than intended.

Despite everything he did, Kenji almost looked like a whiny puppy within your perspective.

It doesn't take long before the both of you ended up, quite literally, falling off from your seats though.

"Ouch.."

"It's your fault, geez.."

"Well, I love you too."

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[gloomwitchwrites]

Oooh myyy gossshhh!! Its 1k Follower Event already!!! Huge CONGRATS! 🥳

Can't waiiiit. 🤯

Gloom love, can u pls oh pls do a headcanon on thorin oakenshield & his female queen's JEALOUSY! 🔥😈❤️‍🔥

Thank you!! I know, right?! 1k followers already?? It’s more than that now, but my goodness, it’s certainly a milestone. I am so thankful for you and for everyone who interacts with my works here on Tumblr and over on Ao3. It’s such an honor, and I appreciate all of you so so much.

I am going to tackle this prompt in two ways. The first, is through Thorin’s jealous. And the second, through reader’s jealously. While I am personally meh about jealously, with the right scenarios, I think it really works. This is my little offering to you, anon. I hope you enjoy it!

There are some spicy elements to this but it’s all fairly non-descriptive. So, per that warning, MDNI.

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King Thorin Oakenshield x Queen Reader

Word Count: 400

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Thorin’s jealous tendencies come from a place of loss. He has had so much taken from him over his life that he tends to see threat even if there is none. It’s almost like a defensive response to the world around him, but Thorin is absolutely working on it. Sometimes he is consciously aware of it, and other times he isn’t.

When it comes to his wife and queen, Thorin is more likely to be jealous when someone oversteps. It’s not that he doesn’t trust you, but that he doesn’t always trust others. There are plenty of people who do overstep, but Thorin knows that those individuals mean no harm. This happens a lot with the original company. They will often flirt and tease you, but it’s all good-natured and Thorin doesn’t feel threatened by them.

That is not the case with men that Thorin doesn’t know or trust. He is much more conscious of their presence and how they interact with you. But Thorin is respectful. He won’t ever throw a punch or become angry. He might shove himself into the conversation or place a hand on you to indicate who you belong to.

Any energy Thorin feels he will want to put into reminding you that you’re all his. Not that you don’t already know that, but Thorin finds expelling that energy into a more intimate outlet is the only way he can work through it. Sometimes it’s sweet, and other times it is rough and fast. There might be firm grips, and harsh growls. But Thorin is always gentle afterward. He just needs to be inside his queen.

Now, the other way around? Reader does it to tease Thorin, to make it a game, and he is a full participant that enjoys it too. Disregarding the above section about Thorin (that doesn’t matter here in this bit), Thorin loves to fuel that jealous side because he knows it only results in you taking it out on him in the bedroom.

And not in a “how could you” way, but in a “I’m jumping on you the moment the door closes” way.

It fuels a possessive, protective side for the both of you, and only reinforces what the two of you already have. Thorin purposefully stokes the flames because it riles you up. It’s almost like foreplay for the two of you. It’s staged, but oh so fun.

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[twilghtkoo]

hello, hope you are having a wonderful day. I want to request where y/n dreams where haechan is cheating on her and wakes up and act all grumpy and he's trying to convince her. not forcing you take your time 🤍

pairings. haechan x reader (f)

genre. slight angst if u squint, fluff, humor

warnings. mentions/descriptions of cheating but it’s a dream

notes. thank u for requesting this anon, i hope ure having a good day too !! i hope u like this and didn’t know how to end it but here u go T__T likes/reblogs very much appreciated <3

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you were never a morning person. if someone disrupted your sleep, you are the most bitterest person to deal with until caffeine was in your system. yet, never has a dream— or nightmare, you should say— been the reasoning of your distaste of the early mornings.

and this dream— nightmare— was a very interesting one. yes, you’ve had dreams of your boyfriend. some being loving and beautiful and some being a result of waking up horny and your panties being wet.

but this one, this one has you wanting to ring haechan’s neck and curse at him.

you know haechan loves you with his entire being and he would never do anything to ruin what you two have because he cherishes you wholeheartedly. but the scene replaying in your head of him kissing that other girl had you wake up with tears brimming your waterline because it felt too real. and you didn’t like this feeling sitting deep and heavy in your chest.

where is haechan anyway?

you wipe your eyes with the back of your hand and sniff, tossing your blanket off of you as you walk out of your bedroom to the source of quiet sizzling noises.

the man is making breakfast and is preparing your coffee with your favorite mug sitting next to your most prized possession, your kurig, trying not to wake you up. he would never cheat on you.

as if he sensed your presence, he turns his head to face you. his eyes widened and his eyebrows raised before his lips turn upward in a small smile that makes your legs and insides melt.

“morning baby, did i wake you? sorry i was trying to be quiet–“ he pauses mid sentence when he finally observes your physical appearance.

“have you been crying?” he questions, placing the spoon in his hand on the counter before coming over to you in one quick stride.

you have, but is it noticeable? you thought you had just teared up from your bad dream but you didn’t think any tears actually fell. maybe they have but while you were asleep.

you blink, “i guess.”

his eyes glinting with concern, his hands coming up to cup your cheeks, you feel his thumb rub your skin gently.

oh, you love this man.

“what’s wrong? did you have a bad dream?”

you scoff, “a nightmare i would say.” shrugging off his hands before starting where he left off to pour my coffee into my mug.

he pouts at your dismissive action that hurt more than he thought it would. he turns on his feet, your back to him.

“you wanna talk about it?”

as you’re stirring the hot liquid with a spoon, taking the silverware in your mouth to clean it before dropping it in the sink. you bring the mug to your lips slowly before taking a careful sip.

“you cheated on me.” your eyes purposely ignore his shocked ones, taking another sip.

he blinks. “are you, are you upset with me?”

you shrug in response.

“it was a dream though…” he trails off mumbling, pouting.

“you kissed another girl in front of me!”

his mouth opens then closes before he finds the right words to say. “in your dream!” he defends himself, laughing in between his words.

you frown, setting your mug down on the counter. “you still cheated.”

he finds this situation very amusing yet endearing at the same time. how much this nightmare of him being unfaithful to you affected you pretty bad that you’re upset with him in your state of awareness. he’s kind of happy about it.

fuck, he loves you.

a lop sided grin makes the corners of his lips twitch and he’s brave enough to take a step towards you, cornering you between the counter and him.

“it was a dream, i didn’t cheat on you. never have and never will princess.“ he responds lowly, his voice dropping a few octaves almost made your panties drop, but no, you’re stronger than this.

you try to push through him but he stands still. “well you did, in my dream, so.” avoiding eye contact so he doesn’t see your flushed cheeks right now.

“you seriously can’t be mad at me,” he whines out. there he goes.

“i am.” you answer, grabbing your coffee and strutting back towards your room. is this childish? yes.

he’s not letting you walk away though because he runs up behind you, his hand slipping underneath his t-shirt that you wear, squeezing your ass making you slightly jump and let out a gasp. he takes the moment of you being off guard and pins you against the wall.

“i could’ve spilled my coffee!” you snapped.

but he doesn’t look affected by your sudden attitude. “wahh, look at you getting snappy, someone’s brave today.” he says, amusement laced in his tone.

[autisticlancemcclain]

“—Lance isn’t even paying attention!”

Lance looks up from his phone, noticing Pidge whining to Coran for the first time.

“I’m paying attention,” he lies.

Pidge ignores him. “It’s not fair! He should forfeit his movie vote! He’s not even gonna watch, anyway.” She turns to Lance, glaring. “He’s gonna be too busy texting Keith and making ga-ga eyes at his phone.”

“I will not!” he says, rapidly trying and failing to delete the ‘wish you were here, Dropout’ text he just sent. “I don’t — I wasn’t even texting Keith! I haven’t talked to him in days!”

Not a single person is fooled. Even Coran, who can regularly be counted upon to be on Lance’s side, is raising an eyebrow.

“Honest!” Lance insists.

“Ugh,” Pidge complains, glaring at him before flopping back on the couch. “I still think your vote shouldn’t count.”

Regardless of her petulance, Lance does get a vote, thank you very much. Unfortunately it comes with an abundance of teasing and wiggling eyebrows from the rest of the team, but whatever. At least his point was made, and he doesn’t have to watch whatever nerd documentary Pidge was gunning for.

To his credit, he does actually try to pay attention to the movie. It seems mildly interesting, at least, some kind of Altean classic, and usually he’d be able to at least appreciate the costumes. He really does try.

Fifteen minutes in, his phone buzzes slightly.

Absolutely not, he tells himself. Do not Pavlov yourself to his ringtone, because that would be humiliating. You can go two hours without talking to him. You’re basically a grown-up, for fuck’s sake. You barely even like him mostly. Plus, if Hunk reads over your shoulder and sees the messages you’re sending to him you will never recover.

Nodding resolutely to himself, he shoves his phone deeper in his pocket and returns his attention to the movie. There’s some kind of conflict happening, maybe between the two romantic leads?

Whatever. Lance is paying attention. The movie is just…unclear.

The second time the phone rings, reasoning with himself is much harder. After all, Shiro isn’t even trying to pretend he’s not falling asleep into his popcorn — he’s not paying attention. And Hunk is intently braiding Allura’s hair, so he’s not paying attention either. The point of family movie night is to spend a few hours in each other’s presence outside of training or missions or meals, so it totally counts even if Lance is on his phone, right?

He has to physically sit on his hands to keep himself from checking his messages. Pidge will needle you about it for eternity, he reminds himself, increasingly desperate.

The third time it buzzes, he gives up. His hands fly to his phone so fast he cringes at himself.

How embarrassing.

Fully aware his ears are bright red, he clicks on the notification, opening his and Keith’s communication line.

mullet-head:

lance? you there?

mullet-head:

did you fall asleep during movie night

mullet-head:

are you pulling an old man shiro

Lance smiles to himself, glancing over at the snoring leader of Voltron, drooling on Coran’s shoulder. Keith never misses a chance to clown on his brother, even if Shiro can’t even see it.

loverboy:

i did not fall asleep u butthead

loverboy:

i’m not shiro

loverboy:

i’m not six i don’t need naps

Keith doesn’t respond for a second, and Lance pictures him with his head thrown back, eyes squinted shut and mouth open wide in the startled way he laughs when he unintentionally finds Lance funny. It makes something warm and simultaneously bitter churn in his belly, thinking of how many lightyears away he is from that brighter-than-the-sun laughter.

mullet-head:

stop making me laugh i’m going to get caught

mullet-head:

i’m on some boring patrol i’m not supposed to be on my phone

Lance narrows his eyes in alarm. If that dumbass is texting him instead of paying attention on a mission, he swears —

loverboy:

patrol where??

loverboy:

please don’t tell me ur dicking around on ur phone on a GALRA BASE

mullet-head:

no no no it’s some supply centre

mullet-head:

look

The texting bubble spins for a moment, loading, then a video comes through. Lance glances around the room surreptitiously, but no one is paying any attention to him. Pidge is chatting quietly with Allura, Coran is totally wrapped up in the film, Shiro’s still sleeping, and Hunk has moved to Allura’s other side to braid the hair on that half of her head. Still, he turns the volume as low as he can, angling the phone away from the others.

The video footage is shaky at first, eventually settling on Keith’s face. He looks good — well fed, healthy.

Handsome.

Embarrassed, Lance pauses the video, taking a moment to observe Keith’s face. It’s stupid and gay and sentimental, but — Lance has been looking for a reason to ask Keith to send him a picture, a video, hell, a voice message. Something to confirm, aside from texts, that he’s alive and well, something for Lance to hold on to, a glimpse of the face he’s missed so dearly (not that he’ll admit it). He’s been too embarrassed to ask, but wanting to feel like he’s in the same room as Keith again.

“I thought the Arizona desert was boring,” video Keith says, exasperated. “But at least it has cool lizards. This place has nothing but rocks, sand, and more rocks. Look.”

The video flips around, showing off Keith’s view. He slowly moves the camera to the side, presumably so Lance can see just how boring the rocks and sand and more rocks is.

Lance squints.

Hang on a second.

Is that flurexonomite?

He rewinds the video slightly, pausing it when he sees it again. He brings the phone close to his face, looking as closely as he can, and lets out a delighted little laugh when he sees it.

It is! It’s flurexonomite!

loverboy:

GET ME THAT ROCK

loverboy:

PLEASE

He screenshots the frame with the rock in it, circling it and sending it back.

loverboy:

THIS ONE

mullet-head:

are you serious

mullet-head:

i send you a video of this boring ass desert that i’m stuck in

mullet-head:

and you focus

mullet-head:

on a rock

mullet-head:

you massive nerd

Lance pouts, even though Keith can’t see it and feel properly guilty. That’s not fair. He’s not a nerd. Rocks are just cool! And he hasn’t been able to find flurexonomite, possibly the coolest of all space rocks that Coran has ever told him about, anywhere!

loverboy:

PLEASE JUST GET ME THE ROCK I WILL LOVE YOU FOREVER

mullet-head:

i cannot believe what i am reading with my own two eyeballs

mullet-head:

you

mullet-head:

who calls hunk and pidge a nerd every single day for any reason

Lance can’t help his defensive scoff.

“Everything okay, buddy?” Hunk asks, beyond amused. Lance shoves his phone in his pocket, or tries to, but he’s flustered, so somehow in his panic the phone goes flying out of his hand and onto the floor, face-up, messages clearly displayed.

Lance has never moved so quickly in his life.

He scrambles to the floor faster than he can even register he’s doing it, rolling right off the couch and throwing himself at the device. Unfortunately, Pidge reaches it first, scooping it up with a cackle and tossing it to Hunk.

“Read it out loud!”

“No!” Lance screeches, lunging after the device. Hunk is quick, though, standing on top of the cushions and holding the phone far out of his reach.

“‘Wish you were here, Dropout —’” he starts, gleeful.

“Stop! Shut up! That was a typo!” He attempts to climb Hunk to no avail; the man simply holding him away with one big arm. He’s not even struggling.

Lance knows how embarrassing some of those messages are. He cannot let them see the light of day. The time has come for drastic measure.

Somehow anticipating Lance’s impending violence, Hunk tosses the phone to Allura, who catches it easily and runs to the other couch.

“‘Saw someone dressed in all black on our last diplomatic mission and thought of your emo ass,’” Allura recites.

Lance screams, collapsing to the floor. He won’t be able to wrestle his phone away from her. She could kill him with a toothpick, probably.

He is doomed.

Allura clicks a few buttons and then laughs particularly evilly, making something ice cold shoots through Lance’s veins.

She hasn’t found his notes app, has she?

He can’t risk it. If anyone finds out what he’s written on there — oh, God, there are angsty song lyrics. About Keith. He is going to die. He is going to melt into a puddle of humiliated goo. This cannot happen.

With an ear-splitting war cry, he jumps to his feet, sprinting at her at tops speeds and tackling her to the ground. Before she can react, he yanks the phone from her hand and scrambles away at the speed of light. He dashes out of the common room before anyone can stop him, speeding to his room and locking the door behind him. He walks over to his bed and flops onto it, screaming into his pillow as loudly as he can, face the colour of a red star going supernova and just as hot.

“Every part of being alive is a prison,” he laments to no one. He vows to wallow in his own self-pity for all of eternity.

His phone buzzes.

He gets up to check it so fast he honestly has to take a moment to consider if being this gay is truly worth it.

mullet-head:

video.attachment

He brightens. Two videos in one day?!

Being this gay is worth it, apparently!

“You are truly the biggest nerd I know,” video Keith tells him solemnly. His indigo eyes are bright in amusement — soft, even. He takes two steps and then bends down — Lance keeps his eyes firmly on his friend’s face, he does, he does — and picks up the brown, dusty rock.

Lance heart skips a beat when he realizes it’s the exact right rock, the first time. Keith must have looked very carefully at the photo to get the right rock, for all his teasing. The rock is as tiny as a pinky nail, and it doesn’t exactly stand out.

God, Lance loves him so fucking much.

Video Keith slips the rock into his pocket. “You’re lucky you have me, you goober.”

The familiar banter makes Lance smile wider. It took he and Keith a long time and a lot of understanding to come to the point where they are now, the familiarity, the comfort he knows Keith must feel around him to let his guard down so blatantly, to be so transparently teasing and playful.

It makes his heart hurt, a little. He wishes there wasn’t a screen and a bajillion miles between them.

———

The worst part about the Blades, Keith thinks, is that there’s absolutely zero in between. He’s either bored out of his mind, polishing his sword while patrolling some random supply station, or he’s running for his life, barely making it out of an exploding Galra warship in time to keep all his limbs. There are no middle moments, no time for him to be anything but praying for death to at least put him out of his mind-numbing misery or praying to make it out of a situation alive. No family meals, no strange space mall supply runs, no training with Altean superhumans.

He misses his family.

But he knows he can’t go back. At least not permanently. He made this decision for a reason, and that reason is more important to him than a little bit of boredom or some measly mortal peril.

(Lance is more important to him than a little bit of boredom or some measly mortal peril.)

He sighs as he stares at the bunk above him, tracing the shadows of the bed for the zillionth time. He’s not tired at all, but there’s fuck else for him to do in between now and his next mission. He’s already trained all day today, and there’s only so much he can do with a sword before he wants to put it through his own head.

He misses training with a partner.

He shifts around, looking for his phone. It’s late, and he can’t text Lance — the dumbass is in a healing pod right now because he pulled a Keith and tried to fight a nine foot tall Galran commander with his own two hands to cover for someone — but maybe he can send him a couple messages, anyway. Just for when he wakes up.

It’s not like he has anything better to do.

He leans over as far as he feasibly can in his bunk, trying to reach his uniform. He manages to hook his finger around the sleeve, pulling it closer until he can reach his pocket. He thinks he left his phone in the right one, if he can just pinch the corner —

His hand runs over something small and rough, and he stills.

He pulls out a rock, and for a minute he’s confused — he just washed this thing and he’s been on base for three days, how the hell did a rock get in there — then it hits him.

He smiles. This is Lance’s dorky rock.

He leans back onto the mattress, holding the rock out in front of him. It sparkles slightly in the low light of the barracks, it’s many minerals catching the glow of the Balmeran crystals. It looks like a tiny little jewel in his hands, like a sparkling piece of amber.

Like Lance’s eyes.

Immediately he’s embarrassed with himself for thinking it. It’s so — it’s such a fucking gooey thing to think, to compare this sparking crystal to the deep brown of his teammate’s eyes. It’s not even the right brown, anyway. This rock is on the lighter side — Lance eyes aren’t as ambery orange. In the right shadowy lighting, they’re more of a black, so endlessly dark that you could lose yourself in them, that you could be swallowed right up in the look.

Not always, though. Keith lifts the rock up a little higher, holding it right in front of one of the crystals, and squints, letting his eyesight go blurry.

Once, when they were on a planet startlingly like Earth, Keith and Lance snuck off from a gala and ran to the beach to watch the sunset. Lance has smiled so wide, then, squishing his whole face, and when the golden rays of the settling sun had hit his eyes, they melted into a honeyed amber the exact same shade of the crystal. Keith remembers his mouth going dry, his mind going completely blank. He’d been so starstruck by the sight that he hadn’t even dared to breathe.

Lance had thrown sand at him for staring, and cackled as Keith cussed him out.

Keith pulls his blanket up to his chin, smiling. He closes his eyes, rhythmically rubbing the roughened crystal.

He falls asleep faster than he ever has before.

———

The castle is buzzing with excitement.

Most of its resident are too excited even for words. Breakfast is a mess, everyone bouncing in their seats, grinning so wide they can barely eat. Pidge inhales her food so fast she chokes. Hunk sporks himself in the nose, not paying attention.

It’s visiting day.

In less than two vargas, Keith is going to land a pod in the hangar, here to stay for two full days. One of those days will be a mission, sure, but after that they’ll have several hours to just hang out with their friend for a while, catch up, remember how much they miss him. It’s exhilarating.

They all gather in the hangar when he messages to say he’s close, practically vibrating in place. None of them speak, too pumped for words. They all watch the doors with wide eyes, reading to sprint the moment they open and Keith lands safely.

Only, one of them is too impatient to wait that long.

“Keith!” Lance cries, sprinting forward when the pod is a foot from the ground. Before the pod even lands, the hatch is thrown open, and Keith comes tumbling out, half falling to the floor.

“Lance!”

They crash into each other so hard it’s a miracle they manage to stay standing, embracing so tightly it has to be painful.

“You know, I was once married,” Coran remarks. “I went on a two-decaphoebe exploratory mission in that time. When I returned, I was not embraced that tightly.”

“That’s because you didn’t have an intensely homoerotic rivalry and then a weird half-friendship half-romantic relationship you refuse to acknowledge as such that racketed up your sexual tension to levels that cannot be recorded,” Shiro explains.

Four pairs of eyes blink at him.

“Nobody is as gay as they are,” he simplifies.

“Well, gay or not, I’ve lost patience. Lance does not get to hog all the Keith time, not on my watch.” Hunk marches towards the couple (couple of besties) and lifts them both off the ground in a hug that looks to have rearranged their spinal cords. “Keith! Buddy! We missed you!”

The rest of the team rushes in soon after, hugging and holding and generally just piling Keith with all the love they’ve pent up in his absence. Keith is bright red by the end of it, but visibly pleased, obviously flattered.

“I missed y’all too,” he says. “Seriously. Blades aren’t the same.”

With a herculean amount of strength, they manage to pull away to give Keith some space, heading towards the briefing room to prepare for their mission. They have a fleet to destroy, after all, and an Empire to cripple.

And, of course, the faster they complete their mission, the more time they can spend together with no obligations looming over their heads.

They debrief quickly, making sure not to miss any important information but determined not to dilly dally. They split up to suit up, then run off to their respective hangars, ready and rearing to go. Keith lingers for a second next to Lance.

“Good luck, Sharpshooter.”

Lance grins. “I don’t need it, Samurai. I’m going to kick your ass.”

“Wrong ass to be kicking, dontcha think?”

“Oh, shut up.”

“Keith, you’re with me,” Shiro reminds him, when neither fool looks to be focusing on the impending mission, gently knocking his brother’s shoulders.

Keith nods. “Yeah, coming.” He jogs away from Lance, flashing him one last smile. As he turns to corner, he pulls out the crystal from his pocket, gently pressing it to his lips before slipping it back where he got it.

“What’s that?” Shiro asks, gesturing to the pocket.

Keith looks shifty, like he was caught doing something he shouldn’t. “Uh, just a good luck charm.”

“Since when do you believe in luck?”

Keith shrugs. “Since I started feeling lucky, I guess.”

Far behind them, stopped to tie his bootlace, Lance stares at where the brothers disappeared into the Black Lion’s hangar, wide-eyed.

He recognises that rock.

———

Several hours later, six paladins dock back on the castle, exhausted but satisfied.

“Man, I missed having a full team. That mission was way less horrible than usual,” Pidge says.

“Indeed,” Allura agrees tiredly.

“Almost like we had a good luck charm,” Lance whispers to himself, too quiet for anyone else to hear.

Shiro smiles at them all. “You did great, team. This was by far the most successful mission we’ve had in months.” He turns his smile to Keith in particular, who grins right back. “We missed you, buddy.”

“Missed you too,” Keith murmurs.

“We’ll have plenty of time to catch up tomorrow,” Coran says. “Right now we are all exhausted. Off to bed, my dears.”

They all comply without protest, stumbling out of the bridge and down the halls to their rooms. Keith and Lance walk together. It makes Lance smile, remembering when they used to walk each other to bed, everyone else long asleep, stupid tired after a late night of planning. He doesn’t miss the stress, but he does miss leading with Keith, more than he’d like to admit.

“Hey, wait,” Keith says as they approach their bedroom doors, hand on Lance bicep to stop him.

“What’s up?”

“I, uh, have something for you.” He digs around in his pockets, looking panicked for a moment when he can’t find whatever it is he’s looking for, then visibly relieved when his fist encloses around it. He holds it out to Lance, who accepts it without question. Onto Lance’s palm he drops a sparking brown crystal.

“The flurexonomite,” Lance says, grinning.

Keith rocks back on his heels. “Yeah. I’ve been keeping it safe, you nerd.”

Lance looks up at him softly, unable to summon any playful exasperation at the tease. “Thank you, Keith.”

Keith smiles softly at him. “‘Course.” He puts his hand on his lockpad, opening the sliding door. “Night, Bluebell.”

“Goodnight, Willie Nelson.”

———

The next day is as crowded and energy-filled as expected. To avoid fights over Keith-time, the paladins had made a schedule: most of the day will be spent all together, but each person gets one designated hour of one-on-one time to do as they please. Keith gets dragged from person to person, blushing every time someone grumbles about not having enough time, from sparring with Shiro, swimming with Lance, and painting his nails with Allura.

He cries four separate times. It’s nice to remember how loved he truly is.

As days tend to do, however, it eventually comes to an end. Supper is a somewhat bittersweet affair, everyone knowing that once it’s over, Keith has to head back to his pod, and they won’t see him again for weeks, even months.

They try to make the most of it.

Hunk and Lance cook up something to honour the occasion, Pidge at the kitchen door with Lance’s gun to prevent Shiro, Coran, and Keith himself from so much as looking at the food so they don’t fuck it up somehow. Allura serves her solemn duty as taste-tester, ensuring all food is fit for a royal feast.

It’s amazingly thoughtful, even though Pidge is way too trigger happy. Keith cries again halfway through supper, and half the table joins him.

By the time the team walks him to his pod, they’re all pretty cried out, and determined to put on a happy face. They all hug Keith for way too long and with way too much force, each making him swear to call and text frequently, and to not do stupid things or get himself killed. Keith promises to do one of those things.

Eventually they all, with very knowing and smug looks, wave goodbye and head out, leaving Lance and Keith alone. Both pointedly pretend that they’re not embarrassed about it.

“I have something for you,” Lance says, when Shiro finally exits.

Keith glances at his gigantic care package of collective gifts from the rest of the team, raising an amused eyebrow. “Will I have space for it? The barracks at the Blade are small as shit, you know.”

Lance huffs a laugh, nervous smile pulling at his lips. “It’s, uh, pretty small. Promise.”

He takes a deep breath, steeling himself, then grabs something out of his pocket, holding his fist out to Keith. In his outstretched palm, a mirror of the night before, he drops a silver chain, attached onto a small —

A small, brown stone.

The flurexonomite.

“Good luck charm,” Lance explains quietly. He hesitates for a moment, then powers on. “And a piece of me to carry with you. If you want it.”

For a moment Keith gapes at the precious thing in his palm, the chain Lance must have made by hand sometime when Keith was hanging out with the rest of the team today. It’s simple, just the chain and the rock, but to Keith it’s more valuable than all the universe’ riches put together. To him it’s everything. To him it’s a message.

It is, without even a sliver of a doubt, a manifestation of Lance’s feelings for him. Of his feelings for Lance, too, having picked up the stone at all.

Keith decides to hell with the waiting. To hell with the war, with the consequences, with the long-distance. He grabs Lance’s face in his hands and kisses him as hard and fast as he has been wanting to for longer than he’s willing to admit.

“I fucking love you so much,” he mutters against soft, ful lips. He feels Lance’s smile.

“Yeah no shit, stupid. I gathered that when you kissed the rick I begged you to pick up for me before a mission, like it was a picture of your sweetheart in World War Two.”

Keith huffs, but can’t resist kissing him again. “Are you physically incapable of saying I love you back like a normal person, you dickhead?”

Lance laughs loudly enough to disrupt the kiss. “Yes.” A beat. “I love you too, mulletbrain. If that wasn’t abundantly clear.”

Keith smiles, kissing him one last time before pulling away. “It was.”

He lets Lance clasp the necklace around his neck, relishing in the touch of Lance’s cold fingers on his skin, committing the feeling to memory.

“I’ll miss you,” he says from the pilot seat. “I’ll call you.”

“If you don’t, I’ll fly Red to the Blades and kick your ass,” Lance informs him.

Keith feels like his heart is going to burst. “I don’t doubt it.”

When he finally takes off, castle shrinking to a dot behind him, the weight of his good luck charm around his neck makes leaving feel like less of a goodbye.

[trashbins-stuff]

Hello. I have seen that you have been tagged by @neobixiscool on one of their posts. I am planning to make a rant post on them. If you can provide some background info and your side of the story, that would be great. If you feel uncomfortable discussing this, that's ok. Have a good day/evening.

rub hands together like flies. my time has come/silly 😋😋

and thank you for coming to me :3 i appreciate it/gen also i get to go all cabby on this hehe

oh and, im not really hurt-hurted by them, i feel like mocha (mochablogger), liam (moonmxple) and mac (blairdrawzstuff) are most affected. They did have a book with my character in it but in a different universe or something (without my consent nor credit btw). Anyway under the cut is my observant. Honestly i think i might have jsut make the rant post for you lmao hrgbnhe 😭😭

the background/before:

mocha was working on a little story and xe said we could be in it! so obviously me and my friends signed up for the fun, not really expecting anything, the story was called "The Traumatized Cup", thats when we first meet him.

In one of the chapter mocha had introduced rubix, at first i didnt really think much about him, i was just aware of his presence, i do notice him and mocha started to become friends and i thought that was great :)

something that you should probably contact cuppy for more info:

so rubix (or according to rubix, "jasp" was roleplaying) and mocha were friends on facebook, and they roleplayed there i think, this i just know but apparently he said crap about liam (mocha's platonic partner and my best friend). Mocha is very sensitive and even in roleplay xe's still uncomfortable with what rubix said

"bezel's" divorce headcanon (and possible influence on further problems):

i heard people talked about it but never knew where it came from, but thne i found out and,,

tdlr; 1st one is about mocha and rubix, i dont know if mocha consent to it. 2nd one is uh a bit weird i i guess like he could have ask facemoji to make another one ;-;. 3rd ah yes the divorce that i had heard about!/vneg

rubix said bezel forced him into making the 1st one, even if thats true, rubix said the divorce was bezel's headcanon but hes the one that decided to post the 3rd one ("okay i asked facemoji again..")

seem kinda sus not gonna lie..but what do i nose right :-)

bezel probably influence more but even after all these months im still not sure if he really did do those things, idk lul, it is pretty weird that bezel's blog was a sideblog though (liam told me)

heres a bunch of words with link attach, those r my opinions lmao:

these u can just click to read so i hope thats okay

on wattpad he have a book in which he painted mocha, hazel and blair as manipulative (admittedly his writing was good, he could have used it for something different though)

he also uses some of our characters (such as mocha cuppy, hazel, blair, harp, blueberry, winter, bin (mine btw), seedling, galaxy journal,...etc) he did the delete that book tho, anyway heres more screenshot proof (credit @moonmxple )

mocha asked liam and neobix said its cringe

i remember this one also

the one where he tried to ban pet name and online dating (in 2023) (check the comment and other reblogs also theres alot, its practically a goldmine/silly)

and can i say he barely knows our friend group? like sure he knows mocha but hes trying to fit into our group (very poorly)

please read what cass wrote in the comment (thanks cass for speaking out about it ily)

the ask i sent him

NOT to get all bitchy here but mocha blocked you therefore you literally dont appear anywhere on xer dash, you're out of xer life and xe had no reason to pester you, not everything has to be about mocha. You guy's relationship (or supposedly lack there of) had change but honestly? thats okay they dont have to like the same people that they liked yesterday. You might think you know that's them but it wasnt, mocha in real life is kinder and better than the version inside of your head and they're happier now and its so sad that you cant see (because you're blocked)

and again, not everything has to be about YOU

he also made it all about HIM like excuse me ???? can i not complain for little bit without you coming in and nag about your problem ??? if you're suffering go talk to someone dont talk to online strangers ??? :)))???????

bro cant even read a long paragraph post like go back to elementary school lmao, also reporting ppl just because they use their right to not forgive you is such a sore loser move, it make you sound like petty six year old (also max be spitting facts tho)

bro brought out HIS right (reporting mocha, which he actually cant do if he doesnt have a valid reason) while ignore MOCHA's right (not forgiving him, which isnt a valid reason for him to report xem). The definition of petty is literally complain way too much about unimportant things that could have and should have ended already

"you dont have to relate to everything you see on the internet, somethings are simply not about you" :)

did you know that to report someone you have to click alot of buttons??

common salad W &lt;3333

oh yeah, this doesnt have links but jasp/neobix is being so casual abt bezel's death but also uses it as a way to make people feel bad for getting upset with what he did

Sorry for playing the dickhead role, but you wouldn't be laughing if you knew how we felt about every single one of you. (why it sound serious all the sudden lol)

why i still doubt (uh and heads up, galaxy brush, kodu, cuppy,..others who think @/rubixisanidi0t was saying the truth, im not saying he isnt but you cant blame me for not trusting can you? please skip this part if you're sensitive):

naw so if this was suppose to be jasp then whats jasp motive lmao :/..he dont gain anything from this + who tell people their secret plan publicly?? + how did jasp know about rubixs hallucination?? rubix please dont tell such personal things to jsut your friends and please just talk to an adult in real life. And jasp, dont let these kind of things on the internet its not safe/srs

this is just straight up weird and also why did neobix/jasp said "old friend" like hes rubix?? when he supposedly told rubix and i quote "yeah.. Soo.... This person named @/mochablogger seemed like some cool person, and when I tried to talk with them... Nothing happened, so when I figured they didn't care... It all happened at once." neobix/jasp and mocha werent even friend to begin with why was he SO obssess over getting mochas forgiveness when they supposedly barely interact much??

aint it a bit weird how this is supposedly jasp/neobix but why would they make this video??? it???doesnt make any sense?? and like were rubix and jasp still good friend??? why wood bezel make jasp of all people do it??? unless yk

HOL UP, WAIT A MINUTE..if rose jelly dated rubix but rubix tunred out to be jasp then..WHO IS ROSE JELLY ACTUALLY DATING??????

if @/neobixiscool is suppose to be jasp then how did he get a screenshot for a show rubix was making???

i translated it and head up. it has death threat in it

you know, if someone stole my account and ruin my reputation i wouldnt be following them and be mutuals with them :)

i appreciate him saying hell save us but like..why would @/neobixiscool linked the real rubix's yt and discord knowing full well that the real rubix was there and could told joiners the truth??? that seem kinda dumb ngl also on the channel you can find a video called "waitng for forgiveness" which @/neobixiscool had talked about. and lets do a bit of timing here, if rubix really was telling the truth and havent been on social media since his alst post on @/rubixcuix (last posted in august) and the divorce arc and the roleplay thing and EVERYTHING had started in september, and if the yt belonged to rubix, then he shouldnt have known that mocha didnt forgive him and make that video????? bc he wasnt suppose to be there since august??? bc if anything he shouldnt be waiting for forgiveness bc if jasp really did steal his tumblr account then its not his fault?? like i find it absoltuely HILARIOUS that the evidence agaisnt what rubix said was on both the account @/neobixiscool AND @/rubixisanidi0t's PINNED post?? and it boggles my mind how no one talks abt this???/lh/nm i mean its quite obvious maybe im jsut really observant though idk

if you got your account stolen and jasp supposedly brought back a wattpad book, i dont think you should be continuing it?? and didnt you said your reported him on wattpad?? on the same account where the book is?? why are you acting like "yes i did promise them this and im fully aware of what happen even though i supposedly havent been here since august and i will continue this book" has it hit you?

uh yeah so these are just my silly little takes, but hey! what do i nose? :-)

[poisonioushearts]

slides in (fashionably)

hiii how are you? hopefully good :]

can i request general mateo relationship hcs, if you write for him? specifically a s/o who's also in the shadow decree and an esper

i enjoy him a normal amount. thank u!!

I had two requests for Mateo (the other asking for non-esper wanderer) sooooo I'm just going to combine both of you don't mind! Here we go!

(I may soon make a self aware and players fav w/ Mateo as well)

I'm on a roll finally 💪

Gender neutral reader

Warnings: not proofread, probably some grammatical errors

Mateo Relationship Headcannons

SHADOW DECREE (ESPER)

Missions together 100%

Doesn't matter if you weren't assigned together-he will be working with you.

He knows you can defend yourself-he's seen how you fight, but he's still protective of you.

His past general instincts kick in whenever he's in the middle of a fight with you- even if it's just the two of you.

He laughs a little, when he tells you the story of why he joined the Shadow Decree. You were so livid, and pissed, cursing him out with some very unique words it made him smile in the sense that you both shared the same anger.

He actually had to break the news to you that Nickolas was already dead because you had gotten up and about ran to find him.

Yeah you were still upset.

Xuan Pin would've probably been there, playing against Mateo in a game of chess, and the story would kind of just flow and get told during that time.

One of the things you said was: "How dare he frame my daughter!" "[name] I'm not related to you-" "I don't care I already signed the adoption papers." "The what-?"

So yes, you and him are like- practically parental/older sibling figures to Xuan Pin. (Even though she's an adult.)

WANDERER (NON-ESPER)

Stargazing dates. Often caused by you because you pay attention to the small things. As someone who is "powerless", a human, you focus on the smaller things.

The stars, the moon, the sun in a cloudless day, a flower blooming in the cracks of stone. It's just a thing you two have where you point out something so simple and marvel at at while he looks at it with you and at you.

He will purposely choose missions that will correspond where you are going.

You aren't an esper, and respectfully, not as physically strong as someone who is one.

So he will protect and defend you with his life because even though you can fight decently, you don't have much resistance.

You don't have god-like powers running through your veins. You're just human.

It's enough for him, but it won't stop him from worrying about your well-being.

You also worry about him with how much he worries about you.

When he's working inside his office, you bring him food and stuff. Making sure he is taking care of himself as well.

When he told you about Nickolas did, you you quiet. Then you rummaged in your bag and pulled out a lighter. "[name] why..?" "To burn the rest of his corpse." "[name] no-" "[name] yes."

He makes sure you don't have a lighter in your bag from then on.

GENERAL

He doesn't talk much, but he listens.

If you are a talkative person he'll listening to you rant about whatever and he'll remember it all.

If you don't talk very much, he'll take note of your actions and pay close attention to the words you speak so he can recall it later for future reference.

Strong but silent type.

He's intimidating but a softie for those close to him. He's the big spoon, sometimes, sometimes, he will be the small. But when you wake the roles have already switched.

There was a point where you attempted to cook food over his eye/hand fire. You were able to make some s'mores-barley.

He loves quality time. Just being in your presence is enough.

Thanks for reading! Reblogs are greatly appreciated!

[catboydogma]

#15 for the confession prompts w/ codywan??

thank u red!! i got two 15s if u can believe it. also this took like two years to answer skdkekd BUT i hope u enjoy :)

things said prompt ask game

prompt: things you said with rage between your teeth

wc: 986

tags: established relationship, hurt / comfort, angst, post-kadavo, semi canon-compliant

pairing: cody / obi-wan

cross-posted to ao3

“If one more individual inquires after the state of my health, I shall be breaking something quite shortly.” Obi-Wan took a deep breath and braced his palms against the holotable. He ignored the steady ache of his ribs and the sting as his lip split—again—and tongued at the blood beading up from the wide cut. Everything seemed designed solely to vex him today: the harsh fluorescent lights lining the halls of the Venator, every ache and pain he carried, the stares piercing into him, even Cody’s solicitous presence hovering just too close—and yet not close enough.

“General,” Cody said, fingers flexing in and out. “Are you—”

“No,” Obi-Wan said shortly. His hands shook on the holotable under the projected terrain for this tenday’s campaign. “I am not doing very fucking well at all, Commander, thank you for your concern, but if we could kindly focus on—” Obi-Wan took a deep, shuddering breath, let it out, did it all over again. The stares were burning into him now, searing like electrowhips jolting against each vertebra all down his spine and—“If we could focus,” he said, curt again. “It would be much appreciated.”

The silence was worse than their questions. Obi-Wan thought, longing, of his quarters and the cot within, of pulling the thin blankets over his head and curling up in the warm and dark without the weight of what felt like every pair of eyes from here to the Outer Rim on him.

“Let’s take ten,” Cody said after a moment.

Obi-Wan’s rage was crimson and blinding. He turned in one swift movement to find Cody already there, shoulders squared against his ire. Obi-Wan had been an angry boy; he’d been an angry Padawan, for a number of years, and in the empty months following his Master’s death he’d felt hollow with rage. It had been tempered over years, or so he thought, but it all came roaring back at the bite of fear at his heels and he was an initiate once more, thirteen and terrified of a future he hadn’t foreseen himself.

“Perhaps, Commander, we might get further in our efforts if you did not countermand me at every step,” Obi-Wan hissed. His hands were folded into the sleeves of his robe, tucked together, nails digging so hard into the scarred skin between his knuckles that he could feel blood starting to bead to the surface.

“Obi-Wan,” Cody said, frank, cutting. “You shouldn’t have left the medbay.” His gaze didn’t sear Obi-Wan: it flayed him alive, right down the terrified, quivering core of him. Obi-Wan took a step back and hit the holotable, powered down as troopers started to trickle out of the room. He flinched hard enough to white out his vision for a moment, hit the side of the holotable with his fist. His bones cracked. The reinforce durasteel didn’t.

“I’ll do what I damn well please,” Obi-Wan snapped. The slavers had corralled them into cages on Kadavo. The stink of the mines had been inescapable. Obi-Wan had spent each night pacing like a rabid animal and nearly desperate to try the strength of his own teeth against the ray shields.

“That’s not what I mean,” Cody said. He took a step back. Obi-Wan took a step forward. Cody brushed two fingers against his shoulder—Obi-Wan shoved the touch away with the flat of his palm like he was deflecting a strike. When Cody reached forward again he hauled Obi-Wan to him, against him, crushing and grounding all at once. His Commander had left Obi-Wan a thousand openings to take, if he wanted to.

He didn’t want to.

“I want you here,” Cody said into his ear, fierce, like there had ever been any doubt.

Obi-Wan became aware that he was clutching Cody, half-stooping to crush his face against the side of Cody’s throat, shaking like a wet leaf.

“It’s going to get worse before it gets better,” Cody told him, like he didn’t already know that. “But you’re here now, Obi-Wan. You’re not there anymore, and you can trust us to be with you. You can trust me to be with you. Every step of the way.”

There was a wet patch growing across the neck and shoulder of Cody’s body glove that Obi-Wan was contributing quite enthusiastically to, despite his utter chagrin. He tried to pull away, testing Cody’s grip halfheartedly, and Cody drew him back in even tighter.

“You’re going to strain something,” Cody murmured. “Getting so angry.”

“Sod off,” Obi-Wan mumbled into the junction between Cody’s throat and spaulder.

“You wouldn’t know what to do without me.” Cody rocked Obi-Wan from side to side for an awkward moment before giving it up and pressing an even more awkward kiss to the side of Obi-Wan’s temple, the top of his head, the shell of his ear.

“I wouldn’t,” Obi-Wan said mournfully. The anger drained out of him, leaving only the fear and cold and pain. “I wasn’t joking, you know. If someone else asks me how I’m doing—”

“You already broke something, sweetheart,” Cody said, cradling Obi-Wan’s hand between the two of them like a wounded bird. “Your wrist, at the very least. Let’s get you to Howl, yeah, and get you some rest.”

“The campaign,” Obi-Wan said, twisting in Cody’s hold to pull his datapad to hand. “We can’t just—”

“We’ll hold it in the medbay,” Cody said, like this wasn’t the most horrifying thing Obi-Wan had ever heard.

“You can be the one to take it up with Howl, then.” Obi-Wan wrapped an arm over Cody’s shoulders and sighed as Cody supported his weight, aching knees and stinging back easing for a moment. The anger would return, he knew; likely in the night when he was least prepared for it. But he would have Cody, and Cody would have him, and together they would make it through the tide.

[lost-in-azalea-forest]

VASSAGOOOOOOOOOO YOU SPEAK AND I DELIVER

I tried to write Neuvillete's lines about you, I imagined it as him talking to the traveller :0 hope these are alright!

...

About Vassago I

"An actor from Snezhnaya, you say? Oh, it must be the one from the show that got crowded the other day. I had the opportunity to be part of the public and I must admit my opinion doesn't differ from what you've heard: they are very talented indeed. Thanks to them, I felt like I was witnessing the birth of both aggressive storms and calm lakes on stage. Theatre can be that powerful, huh...?"

About Vassago II

"I recently started receiving some extra help at my office. Are you surprised? I had never considered the idea of having someone around while I work, but Vassago's presence has been very helpful and soothing. I feel grateful I have them. Days seem to go faster thanks to their words, really. Perhaps I should get them a special glass to share water with them from now on."

About Vassago III

"Vassago is my partner, yes. I believe you are aware of how nice they are now that you have met them. It's... hard to describe all they make me feel, I don't think I've ever appreciated a person this much. For as long as I can, I will always try to be of comfort to them just like they have been like a sun to me. So bright, so warm. Hm, they are as beautiful as a rainbow that appears between drops of rain, and I've been meaning to tell them so since very long ago. I feel very lucky that we found each other here in Fountaine."

...

THANK U AGAIN FOR EVERYTHING YOU'VE DONE!!!!!!!🙏🙏 Asra's got a message for you too

"You really went and captured all our beauty in secret, huh? And of course you would do it perfectly. This is amazing, Vas, I would trust that artist in you with anything. If I could hug you right now, you bet you would have to beg for me to let you go. I will treasure your drawing in my heart, a drawing of one of my favourite days made by one of my favorite people ever. Sounds great to me. Come visit us soon and let's bake something the three of us. Or four, if Nadia happens to be free to also pass by;) Love ya<3"

broooo???? BROOOOO???? BROOOOO?!?!? 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 game really needs those voicelines fr fr 🙏🙏🙏 oughhh;; you made my day with this one TT ily bro thank you so muchhhh

oughh this makes me so emotional ahhh TT bro thank you again so muchhh 🥺🥺💖💕💝 and you dont need to thank me so much for the art, im glad it could make both of you happy :>

[tordenvejr]

Hi I just wanted to tell u something I struggle with coupled of months ago, and sorry if I didn’t write some parts correctly, English isn’t my first language:)

I got sick couple of months ago, I really struggled mentally during and after my sickness, I had an infection behind my eyes and ears and the days that I spent in hospital to get diagnosed was the scariest days for me since I didn’t know what was going on and I was thinking about the worse case scenario,

I developed the derealization disorder during my sickness which I basically lost consciousness for 3 weeks straight, it was all because of the anxiety and stress of University and what the sickness could’ve been to me.

But after I got better, I found your account, you have made such a peaceful space here.

I often found myself reading the stuff you posted here and I’m really happy that I know your account. It’s kind of crazy to me how a person that is million miles away from could calm the storm in my head with just words. I have read all ur posts on the #* tag and the things you write about how we should treat ourselves and the kindness and how to be forgiving sometimes.

I don’t know if you will ever read this, or understand properly what I wrote here, but I just want to thank you for what you write plz never stop.

absolute sweetheart you 🌟 this means the world to me and i'm glad you're here 🫶

i connect with what you're sharing with me on a personal level and i appreciate you for being so sincere about it. my last year started with the er and was full of doctors appointments and anxiety and uncertainty, i know how scary that can be, only at the end of last year did i feel that the hand i had held outstretched, pleading and lonely nearly the entire year be taken and start to see a strengthening and stability grow in my body. from when i was 10 years old i spent most of my youth dissociated, and i have experienced the fear and isolation that that can bring, i know how desperate and hopeless the desire for relief, presence and a life that is safe to live in. i also know how beautiful the flowers look in presence, the warmth of relaxing even in the face of that slight haze because i know it passes, i know my body is simply learning to lean into ease. the year before last i was so stressed from studies i had no time for my own peace and space, i was in such a hurry and i absolutely ran faster than i could and later felt the consequences of doing so. but i did learn to honor pace, and not to push through pain or past my own boundaries, and i'm grateful for that and i feel strong in having that awareness

i wish you much ease, much safety, much acknowledgment of your own resilience, and much happiness ☀️ thank you again for sharing this with me

[leeyumeros]

hi baby. this is nothing much naman. smol token of appreciation lang just because.

as im writing this, i feel sadness and exhaustion. but i always find peace through you so i decided to give u this kasi i know na just thinking of you makes me feel better suddenly.

i know i could have just talked to you but my energy is not it kaya i wanna fix my mood muna.

before i write this, i went to my spotify trying to find a song that could cheer me up. i found 18 by one direction.

even though i loved you at 19, i would still want to dedicate this song to you.

thank you for being the amazing person that you are. i hope you’re well aware that you are someone’s peace and happiness.

you are the reason why mornings are something i look forward to now.

you are the reason why being sad isn’t a big deal anymore.

you are the reason why life has been very peaceful lately.

your presence has been very comforting and your existence has been the best blessing to me.

i waited 19 years for you to come—

i dont mind waiting for more.

love songs are all about you now and for as long as i can find these songs, i will dedicate them to you with no hesitation.

now as im writing this, i feel happiness and i feel very grateful. i will always thank Him for giving you to my life and i will always thank you for letting me be in yours.

i love you more than you’ll ever know

and i’ll love you more than you’ll ever love me.

here’s a playlist of one direction songs that were made for you and you alone:

ps. i miss you

us in another universe wahahaha

[midnightbears]

can u also pls write some gyomei headcanons🫰🫰😞

✿ no other word makes my mouth as tender as your name . . .

#STARRING. himejima gyomei x fem!reader <3

#TAGS. sfw. tooth-rotting fluff but it's fine. casual intimacy get your mind out of the gutter!!!

#NOTES. i love this man thank you for requesting! i hope it wasn't too short?? i wrote this on my phone and that's why it was so quick <3

above all, himejima gyomei is a caring man, and he would be incredibly protective of you, aka, his spouse, always ensuring your safety and well-being. his nurturing nature would shine through in every interaction, whether it’s helping you with daily tasks or providing emotional support. somehow, he is attuned to your every emotion, and he can tell what you need or desire with only a whiff of your scent, or the weariness of your form. it is truly a miracle how familiarized he is with you, managing to read you like an open book even without asking. whenever you bring this up, he chuckles at you, simply offering you a small "i just know, dearest."

despite his imposing appearance, the stone pillar is nothing short of gentle with you, nothing but adoration staining his fingertips when he grazed you with his touch. soft and reassuring, a touch that felt like kisses by citrus fruit from the tallest of lush trees. this man treats you like a porcelain doll, so scared of breaking you, thinking that if he squeezed or pushed too hard, you'd shatter into a million pieces. despite that, you seek him out like a moth to a flame. his touch grounds you, whether he gives it by hugging your body, patting your head, brushing your hair, or softly caressing your cheeks. it is addictive, you think, having such a mighty, robust man touch you like you are made of glass. it gives you a kick, knowing he could crush your head if he so much desired, but he chooses not to, and instead treats you so sweetly.

for gyomei, i feel like acts of service and quality time would be his primary love languages. every task he performs, no matter how small, is infused with love and attentiveness. making you tea, helping you cook, dusting some of the shelves and cleaning around where he can, running you a bath, staying in bed just a little longer, sitting together in the living room while you read a book aloud, offering to meditate with him when he knows you're stressed... he is aware of how difficult it is to have a spouse who is a demon slayer, and a pillar, at that, so he wants to ensure that every moment you can have together is appreciated and beneficial.

gyomei would appreciate the beauty of shared silence. simply being in each other’s presence, without the need for words, would be a comforting and intimate experience for him. i think he believes that finding someone who understands you is much more important than finding someone who just loves you. sure, many slayers love and respect the imposing stone pillar, they are aware of his strength and of his title as 'strongest slayer of the corps', but who understands himejima gyomei? who will sit beside him with nothing but their presence to offer? who will see beyond his immense strength and gentle demeanor to the depths of his soul, recognizing the quiet, steadfast man within?

believe it or not, if you are now in a relationship with this man, you are now the person who will be hearing his voice the most out of everyone he knows. gyomei talks when he needs to, this is a known fact. he is not scared to voice his thoughts to whoever needs to hear them, always doing so with his deep, tender voice. but when it's just you around, he finds himself... mumbling often. they're silly things, most of the time, but they always make you smile. "ah... namu amida butsu." "you smell nice, dearest." "cute cat..." "you are beautiful." "would you like some tea?" "the garden smells nice." "are the flowers in bloom?" he may not say much, but whatever comes out of his mouth? he means it.

i feel like the final boss with gyomei would definitely be sharing his past with you. he acknowledges what he did, he is remembering everything vividly as he tells you, and he hopes you don't see him as a monster of some sort. he doesn't get to finish the story at the small sob that suddenly leaves your mouth, and you do nothing but throw yourself at him, slightly berating him for ever thinking that you would see him as a monster. gyomei's worries melted away like snow under sunlight. he is not what he did, and you make sure to remind him of that through his every act of love, every moment he spends devoted to you.

gyomei would be so normal about casual intimacy. he'd ask you to bathe with him, under the excuse of aiding him, only to pull you in as soon as you're inside the water, breathing in your scent, holding you close to feel your natural warmth emanating from your body. he looovess to caress you i just know it. and most of the time it's just him acting subconsciously, as one breathes. you could just be laying together on the floor, or having some chill time by the engawa enjoying the evening breeze and he just, has the sudden urge to move his hands toward you, caressing whatever peep of skin he can find while his eyes remain ahead, a soft, gentle smile pulling at his face. as i've said before, when you're both bathing, i feel like that need for closeness multiplies by a hundred. it's something sacred to him, baring your bodies to each other. he's literally that one quote that's like:

"soaping together, that is sacred to us. washing each other's shoulders. you can fuck anyone — but with whom can you sit in water?"

© midnightbears on tumblr, july 2024. please do not repost to another platform, plagiarize, translate, use for AI-related purposes or claim as your own.

[ezrasageisajellyfish]

hey sorry if this is weird but I hope you’re okay. just know someone out there is aware of + appreciates your presence and wishing for you to feel better feelings soon. (p.s if it maybe helps or you happen to need a distraction, an extra note: do you have a favourite colour? and if u do why do you like it!! :])

its not weird and thank you for caring it means so much and my favorite colour is green cause it reminds me of my name and my clothes and my bedroom since those were the majority of things I've changed since like finding myself and I got to choose my name and I feel like I can express myself in fashion with my outfits and making them as crazy as they come and my room is my safe space where I can just do whatever I want and it's full of green, Lavender, and gold colour pallettes.

[broken-balance-baby]

lilith's far cry 7!

that's right folks! you heard that right, i'm making my own version of far cry just for the fun of it (it has taken so much research to radicalize me fully like i s2g the amount of research is insane and also im so angry abt us imperialism god bless)

sooo this far cry takes place north of yemen and south of saudi arabia! the country doesn't have an official name yet, although "rakaz ghol" (or "gold earth" if the translation from the lexicon is correct-- to any arab speakers who know classical arab by chance, will you please help me? lol) is on the table.

rakaz ghol has a loooong rich history of religious and cultural mishmashes thanks to pre-islamic tribes still surviving their culture in the later eras. it's also known to have thrived with natural resources ranging from minerals to the fertile soil itself, ranging from the edge of the coastline towards the crossover of the asir mountains, and it's a target for the US to try and grab very often.

on one particular year, somewhere between the 60s and 70s, iraq's then-president had the objective to overthrow US occupation in saudi arabia as since they've overstayed their welcome in west asia. (who knows, because if it's saudi first, then what comes of the countries surrounding it?) in retaliation, the us attacked them, manipulating saudi arabia into believing that iraq was going to obliterate them for the americans occupying the place, which saudi arabia had decidedly gifted a part of its country as land to the us after the attacks. only problem is, saudi arabia also gifted this part of the land with rakaz ghol, where the rakazis didn't appreciate sa's deal with the us that had them at the cost. despite their conflicting issues with yemen as well as inner corruptions being dealt with with its own president, after overthrowing him they began to protest the us presence in the country, only to be shot down and silenced.

the new country/territory in question is called "benjaadia" a dumb portmanteau of "benjamin" (as in, the explorer who went through the arabian peninsula) and hadia ("gift" in arabic)-- might be subject to change, but hey. it's currently run by levi berkeley (faceclaim is mads mikkelsen btw just thought i should let u know <3333), one of the first few people born when the country was still at its first time standing, having initially grown up in tel aviv before moving back to the country where he became ambitious in his prospects for the country, having joined the military in the midst of it, and soon became the man running the military while being voted governor. in the late 2000s, he later ran a raid on the north of rakaz ghol, kidnapping an indigenous woman to the land and assaulting her-- leading to the conception of their son yitro berkeley (who would later name herself barakah).

barakah was very aware of the horrors both benjaadia and rakaz ghol have been through-- and especially the horrors his mother had been subject to ever since she'd been kidnapped. so she made a run for it with her, but in the end she ended up dealing with her death and having to come across the resistance that she'd eventually lead by the age of 16, because of the murder of the revolution's father.

who knows what fate has in store for her. still, this story is taken within the eye of a foreigner, and the protagonist's eyes are one of the other important ones too.

cue john "evening" taylor, a 19 year old corporal who co-leads his team in a PMC (and closely affiliated with the us military and other international militaries) called sunset harrow. an egotistical asshole with insecurities, alongside being a kid who couldn't express himself since birth, he initially joined the military to get the money he needed to sustain his family, only to later switch to sunset harrow as since they personally chose him and a lot of other young kids to take part in the international affairs the us military didn't want to deal with. in short: the us's backlogs of dirty work.

and whaddaya know? rakaz ghol is one of that.

[taeyungie]

i thought i would be in a Better space when the guys come back but i haven't done anything. it's like when i try, my depression hits and it messes everything up. even now i want to be Productive but i fall out of the fake motivation i try and get and back into sulking that my life is not how i want it to be, all the while having to be around people who actually have lives. they're about to start a family, theyre going on exotic trips, they have new chapters in their lives and i kid u not im still where im at 10 yrs ago. sad, depressed and nothing more than a homebody that has nothing going on for them. to the point i dont even want to hang out with these ppl anymore, i just feel so Bad around them. it doesnt help they kinda acknowledge i have nothing going on besides bts :( esp with yoongi leaving now and he was/is my main source of comfort and i feel like im never going to be able to walk through that closed door like he did. it feels so far away

first of all thank you so much for sharing your thoughts with me, i appreciate you trusting me 💞

i'm so sorry that you feel that way sweetheart, but i think it's also something you shouldn't feel guilty for, or to blame yourself for. when depression is around it disturbs our sense of time and so many other things in our life, and it's not because "you aren't being good enough" or "trying your best". you are, you are trying your best and being good enough, even more than that, you have to acknowledge that you are giving out everything you are able to AT THE MOMENT. you have to be nicer to yourself, love, you have to be understanding to yourself as well, because no human is an emotionless machine designed to work and achieve, and nothing else, life is not about that.

i know many people have set a goal for themselves after the announcement of hiatus from BTS, we all probably felt "yes, this is the time for me to get my shit together", and this has put a really giant pressure on us all, which immediately causes stress and our bodies shut down, which mixed with the pain of the boys not being around anymore, made a whole mess we now need to deal with. even though we technically know they WILL be back soon - after years of being used to their constant presence, having it taken away in such a short time could have cause a simple shock to our bodies. now look at this situation as you would look at someone grieving, you know that they would need A LOT of time to work through their pain and sorrow, you wouldn't expect them to move on very fast. when someone we love, care for, depend on when it comes to our comfort and well being, just leaves - no matter the situation or reason - we just feel worse, and that's normal.

you could look at your life from a different perspective, but what i want you to do first is to stop comparing your life to others, this can really destroy every last good thought you have about yourself, so please, don't think of yourself by placing yourself in the shoes of other people, because everyone is different, everyone goes through different things and deals with the same things differently. that doesn't mean someone is better or worse, baby. you have to give yourself time, to give yourself a chance. another advice i have is that you should definitely drop the deadline you hope to reach your goal (in this situation 2025, when the boys comeback). that causes a lot of stress you might not even be aware of and you're focused on just getting to your goal as fast as possible and not actually gaining something valuable from it, when you focus on "WHAT" instead of "WHEN" you will notice that your effort and work you put into getting better will actually start making you feel different. you have to break your pattern and try to be completely alone with yourself for some time, to get to know yourself better, to find out who you are and what you want to do, exactly, because maybe you're not moving forward because you aren't sure of what you exactly want? so please, give yourself that chance. life is not only about constant achievements, of experiencing events that cause intense emotions, of trying to be the best. it's also about being alone too, and feeling good while being in that state, that is what's the most important to be honest ❤️

don't do things you don't feel good about, don't force yourself to reach expectations that OTHER people have set for THEMSELVES, you have to set your own, step by step, even if it means that your first step to feeling better means trying to develop a new routine that will make YOU feel better. your own door are waiting for you, and you have to remember how much yoongi went through to get to the point to where he is now, while also being a wonderful person, and i'm sure that you are just like him too ❤️

[webslingingslasher]

hiii it's sleepover anon again :’) another long update ahahah. i was able to talk to them the day after my bday thru vid call!

they basically said that they were talking abt me bc it was just randomly brought up when they were tgt waiting for me to arrive to bff1's house on the day of the sleepover/dinner party, and they thought that me being delusional over the guy was funny.. i mean, sure yeah it is pretty funny but 1) someone *must* have brought it up bc how else would that convo even happen while they were waiting for me 😭 i don't believe it was "random".. 2) they were still laughing abt me behind my back ? i mean, yk we could've done that together lol bc i rly was silly ngl. but i said that i'm not ashamed about it even if they think i was being too much bc first of all that guy actually showed interest and he implied lots of times that he did like me sooooo it's only natural to feel that way ? 🙁 i wasn't going to not let myself not feel anything abt it bc i just wanted to have fun 😭 and even if he was sus, which we all thought at first b4 i got close to him, i stuck around w him bc he was the only person i knew in one of my classes cuz we were also classmates in the previous term.. then we got close bc we helped each other n yk stuff happened but it was also for the sake of common decency. and i rly was just fucking around to find out bc i wanted to know even tho he was sus.. and now i know and there's actual proof that he's just not it. i wasn't going to cut him off or smth without reason or proof lol i'd end up being the bad guy despite what we all thought ab him at first :// but now i do have a good enough reason that i can back up n thats why i stopped talking to him. simple as that

also bff2 alr felt bad enough bc she realized that drunk her isn't a good person so i didn't feel the need to crush her abt the stuff she said abt our other friend lmaooo.. i could've but nah she was alr depressed enough i'm just glad she's aware now. i did mention it tho and i said it was just plain mean..

but it's also quite funny to think they were making fun of me for being so head over heels when they don't even have experience 😭 they don't even know what it's like to have someone interested in them at least.. like one time when i was talking to him for like 2 whole days, bff2 once told me she was jelly of me and him bc she's never gotten to talking stage w anyone.. n then after all that they were laughing abt me like lol ok :\\

anw i just told them that i don't appreciate how they talked abt me without my presence bc whatever they said to each other was smth they could actually say to my face.. it's smth i'd laugh abt too yknow.. but they apologized tho which is good but honestly i don't rly trust them now after all that.. their insecurities spilled onto their perception of me + our other friend like yikes i don't rly want insecure friends who laugh abt me behind my back i want supportive and non-judgmental ones!! it's not even hard to be kind 😭 glad i went to that sleepover n that i went thru him tho even tho it was just bs bc i found out the truth abt my friends.. bottom line is i don't have trustworthy friends so i'm just going to keep my distance.. we r still 'friends' i don't want to cut them off but i'm just not telling them anything anymore and i'm not talking to them unless they msg to talk to me first or if i need them for smth lol

anw thats it for this whole drama thank you sm for listening omg HAHAH 😭😭💗💗 also jsyk i am one of the emoji anons haha i just didn't rly want to associate the drama w it but yes. tysm for the safe space u created on here<33 and thank you for taking ur time to always talk to us even if it's a lot to go thru one by one🥹🫶🫂❤️‍🩹

WAIT UR AN EMPJI ANON?????? NAH CAUSE NOW IM TRYA FIGURE IT OUT

also!!! let’s go boundary queen!!! nice to know it was all bc they’re jealous.

[icyharrington]

Hiya! If you’re still doing ships, I’d like to request one 😊 I’m 5’6” with blonde hair, blue eyes, and an athletic body type. I’m an ENFJ and an enneagram 3w2, and I live to inspire people and make them feel loved. I do get insecure about my body, but I’m slowly learning to love it. My parents call me “sunshine,” and my goal is to bring light into people’s lives.

I’m a dancer and actor, but I also love writing, baking, and reading. Definitely a cat person, but I love all animals! When I’m not working, I’m usually at the gym, doing schoolwork since I’m finishing my master’s degree next week, or working with my theatre group.

I’m a hopeless romantic; things like handwritten notes and flowers get me, and my love languages are touch and words of affirmation. Communication is something I value in my relationships, and I always want them to feel like a safe space to be happy, sad, goofy, or somewhere in between.

Thank you so much, you’re amazing💞

ok so this might sound weird but i feel like u and billy would be good together?? like you just seem so soft and kind and i feel like he'd totally melt in your presence. he wouldn't wanna let it show bc of his tough persona, but the more time he'd spend with you, the more he'd start to absorb ur positivity, becoming more aware of how he treats others.

he wouldn't know what it's like being truly loved and appreciated until meeting you, and he'd feel so secure knowing that you accept him for who he is. he would work to be a better person, wanting to be someone you're proud of. he'd be afraid that he doesn't deserve you, but you'd always reassure him, praising him for his growth.

he'd worship the ground you walked on, and would do anything to defend you. he'd come over to your house on the weekends and lay with your pets (if you have them) while you bake, enjoying the view of you in panties and his shirt. in the evening he'd buy you flowers and take you dancing, gifting you with a brand new, sexy dress he wants to show u off in.✨

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