#i'm not dealing with coloring of that scene

[nabi-unveiled]

Catching Up: Let Free the Curse of Taekwondo (Ep 3)

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So fun facts....I haven't found a place to buy garlic ice cream locally, but there are A LOT of recipes for garlic ice cream on the internet. I do own an ice cream machine. We make homemade ice cream a lot in the summer. I sense an experiment coming up soon.

Anyways, onto episode 3. I am not doing a live reaction for this one. I had to wait over two hours for an oil change and decided to go ahead and watch episode 3. Controlling my facial expressions has never been harder. Although maybe I didn't need to try. Half of the people I know think that I'm a robot anyways. LOL. Anyways, I FELT like I was making a lot of facial expressions because...well just look at them!

There are no more qualms about sharing saliva. I love it btw that Dohoe keeps showing up with his chapstick. These kinds of small details are what make characters seem like real people. I'm known as the person who always have sunglasses (safety glasses really) on my head. No, I don't need them for work. It's just a habit. I'm also LOVING the color-coding. I haven't dove into the posts about this show, but I guarantee there was talk about them being color-coded.

THIS is what I want from a date sequence in a show people. THIS RIGHT HERE. GIVE ME MORE. I said in one of the BL Challenge posts that I frequently fast forward through the dating montages. Because typically they DON'T add any narrative or even show your characters really deepening their feelings. I want dates that FEEL like dates. This was it, and there was ice cream too! I should've just stopped the episode right here.

But alas, I didn't. And somehow, I'll still have to get work done today.

We got confirmation that Sunshine got expelled for fighting.

We got confirmation that Dohoe REALLY hates violence.

On the surface, this line SEEMS sweet. It IS sweet. But it's a bittersweet. Because what Dohoe is admitting is that he loves Sunshine enough to compromise his morals. And just like he didn't want to care to begin with, he will be conflicted about it. It WILL be a problem for him down the line. Because even if you're willing to overlook something, it doesn't necessarily make you feel good about doing it.

And we know that promise will be broken. I knew he would get in trouble for violence before this episode ever started. The foreshadowing has been strong.

Just like the foreshadowing on this line is strong. As soon as they said it, I was like crap. We're not going to be together. Either one or both of them is going to get their plan screwed up royally. My biggest fear was that Dohoe would be the one left behind. Because Sunshine? As much as he SAYS he doesn't have options, he really does. His family may have "abandoned" him, but they are still financially supporting him and calling him every day. Dohoe? Nada.

The watermelon is great here. I LOVE how much food is depicted in this show. This was a cute scene and reminded me that I need to finish my deep dive into soccer/football positions/rules before the next episode of FC Soldout. It also immediately made me think about the World Cup scene in Wild Chives and Soybean Soup.

It's a het drama that I don't recommend. Them as teenagers was great, but the rest was not. I guarantee it has aged poorly. However, I enjoyed that flash from the past. I looked it up. Apparently that drama was 10 years ago. Eesh. The feelings in both of these scenes were similar in that they are very young love and people just not sure how to handle it.

I love that they're training together and having secret meetings in the van. Everything about this feels SO much like what two teenagers in love would do. I squeed internally way too many times.

I'm beginning to sound like a broken record, but the amount of food in this series makes me SO happy. Real people eat. Real people making connections eat together. It's probably personal, but eating a meal with someone is a BIG deal to me. Many of my best memories with both friends and my children are over shared meals. Oddly enough - that doesn't include my husband. We don't enjoy the same foods and he eats super quickly. Fine, I'll revise. MOST people build connections by eating together, and these two DEFINITELY do.

Whoever chose RED for the phone understood the color assignment.

This guy has a problem. I'm assuming we'll learn more later about why this friendship went so badly south. Still...choices HAVE been made. Do-hoe is being a lot more civil than I feel he should; however, that seems in character for him.

It was at this point that I knew we were headed for trouble soon. Anytime the word "always" gets used, that's a red flag for me. Plus, look at HOW happy Do-hoe is at this moment. It shocked Sunshine, and you KNOW he was wanting to pursue that kiss further.

I'll be honest. I haven't figured out why we're seeing Sunshine in a school uniform just yet. The bike was when Do-hoe said he could succeed here. The other was in the scene where Sunshine was being beat, and it LOOKED like he was actually holding the Dad back. Was Daddy Dearest going to try to stop Do-hoe from taking the exam? Or am I reading too much into it. Either way, you can tell that Sunshine snapped.

Which led to our frenemies in the snow. Snow has definitely been a running parallel throughout the show. Typically, it's been hope, connection and even innocence. But it feels like the hope has been tainted through this scene. It also feels like this means we're getting a new beginning for these two frenemies. I can't be sure of that though.

My only question here was "WHO THE FUCK TOLD HIM?!?" Let the boy FINISH the exam before telling him anything. Whoever told him - you are on my hitlist.

We got new information that Sunshine was adopted. That's interesting. It could explain some things about why he so desperately wants his parents to be proud, but I don't have enough evidence. It's not uncommon for kids to want to please their parents after all.

This camerawork is SO good. Do-hoe has scared himself. He's seeing his reflection while his dad leaves the shot. It's him and his rage left behind. Plus, he doesn't like this reflection. This is NOT going to go well. Because THIS? This will scare him. He'll begin to think he could become his dad, and that's going to get all kinds of entangled with his feelings about Sunshine. It's real world feelings depicted well.

And now we have HISTORIC cold. And yes, it snowed. But everything is messed up.

And while I generally dislike time skips...

This one feels appropriate. This is when a time skip SHOULD be used. Based on where they were in life, the technology in that time period, and the situation that has occurred, this time skip makes sense. It'll be interesting to find out where they are now in life.

We know Sunshine is smiling. But sunshine characters often smile even when in pain (he's already done that frequently). We don't see Do-hoe. That feels purposeful. In some ways we knew sunshine would be okay. (I'm not saying emotionally okay.) It's Do-hoe, who didn't finish his exam, who had no other options, who is stuck. He's the unknown. Hopefully, he found a way out. But he's going to be scarred either way. I'm hoping now that we've had the time-skip that the rest is them overcoming the past and growing together as mature adults. We'll see.

AHHH. Why do we have to adult? Can't I just take a day off and binge-watch? This is infinitely more interesting than what I need to write this afternoon. Oh well. Bills must be paid.

[rocicrew]

jimmy's terrible, horrible, no good, very bad, sleepless day(s)

bonus worst nap place ever:

[chayatorns]

[snackugaki]

one orrrr

two?

[swallowedabug]

@killjoysmonth favorite outfit/look

[longmaxsilvarg]

something about max being dressed in lighter colors at the beginning of the game vs her almost being dressed in all black / just straight up dark colors near the end just scratches my brain so good

[screwpinecaprice]

Got my first display tab! And the first thing I tested it with is an anime Connie sketch lol.

HUGE thank you to my supporters at Ko-fi, as that's where I got the funds. 😊😊🤗💕

Seems needed time to get used to, and I use more shortcut keys than the number of shortcut buttons on the tab; but I am already loving the it so far! My laptop, on the other hand, is not handling it too well. 😅

[epickiya722]

You know what, call it a "hot take" or whatever but when it comes to character designs in My Hero Academia, my favorite ones are the female character designs.

If you asked me which designs I like the most the list with mostly consist of the female characters.

That isn't to say I hate the male ones because I do have favorites and some female designs don't catch my eyes as much.

But just like in general of hairstyles, eye colors, skin tones, the vibes... whatever I find myself more attentive to the female character designs than I am for the male ones.

[scullys]

it is so fucked how i'm a grown ass adult w a job and going to college and stuff, stopped actively using tumblr a while ago and STILL get the urge to make gifs out of everything all the time

[seaside-hysteria]

It sucks that teen titans vol 3 annoys me so much cuz there are some cool concepts and all but I physically cannot read too much of it in one sitting lest the demons get me

[petriwriting]

Through it all - JJ Maybank X Reader

Summary: after an arguement with JJ over his behavior, Instead of saving Sarah, JJ dives after y/n during the storm.

Fluff! Angst! Action ig

A/N: I don’t think I’ve written for obx before. But I’m sad for obvious reasons. Spoiler warning. Basically re-writing a few scene with JJ from the last few episodes to include reader. JJ kills Groff instead of… you know.

“JJ.�� You say his name as if you’re trying to soothe a venomous snake. He shakes his head, taking a sip from the bottle he had nearly finished by himself. He has been all over the place lately. sure, he had a harsh sudden realization and figured out who his real father is, and sure you were on the run, but he had no excuse to be lashing out at the only people that really truly loved him.

“JJ!” You shout, finally getting his attention. He was zoned out, drinking by himself out on the deck watching the waves crash. He turns around, the sun is illuminating his hair and his eyes match the color of the sea in the horizon. “What,” he retorts quickly, with a huge sigh. “If you’re here to lecture me I really don’t wanna hear it right now.” He snaps.

You take a step closer to him. The sea breeze is brushing through your hair, the boat rocking you back and forth gently as you lean into the railing by where JJ is standing, barely. He’s swaying gently, he’s drunk. Despite his behavior lately, you still loved him. That didn’t change, you understood he was going through a lot with the discovery of his father, his mother and his family’s toxic dynamic. It was heartbreaking to see him hurt, to see him so broken. He had just snapped at John B, saying some nasty things. So when John B had come back into the cabin very upset, expressing his anger out, you knew exactly what stubborn pessimist had caused it. You were sympathetic for JJ, knowing that likely only you could reach out to him and have him really deeply consider what you have to say. You just hoped he would be willing to listen in that moment.

“I’m not here to lecture you,” you offer slowly, treading carefully. “I’m just worried about you JJ,” you continue on. He then proceeds to cut you off promptly. “Save your tears Y/N.” His voice is fast, like a bite. It stings. “I’m not worth crying over.” He snaps back again. Taking another swig of his bottle. “Jayj, I’m serious. I love you, it hurts me to see you like this.” You plead. He shakes his head kicking his feet, while running his fingers through his hair just like his father would have an anxious fidget. “Nah. You know,” he begins with his teeth gritted. “I love you, but… nah.” He insists, his sudden burst startled you. “You shouldn't love me, that’s your problem,” he chuckles with a slightly twisted smile. You opened your mouth to speak, stunned at the sudden insult. After everything you had been through together, good and bad, you could not believe his outburst. Before you could speak he continued speaking, talking right over you.

“Just drop the act alright? You’re scared o’me, just like John B and the others. And you should be. I'm- I'm like a parasite.” He takes an exasperated sigh and rubs his temples. Then with his hands up in surrender, as if defeated, he snaps out the following hurtful phrases. “You should be scared cause guess what, Y/N?” He leans forward close to your face. “Hanging around me, I’m all bad news. And at this rate you’ll end up just like my mother.”

Tears welled in your eyes at another unnecessary insult being thrown at you. It felt like you now had a knife in your chest. “How can you say that?!” You choke out. “Just leave me alone, I’ll deal with it m’self like I always have.” He quips back. “You and I both know you can’t handle the truth.” He says, turning away from you to face the ocean and it’s ebb and flow of waves crashing in the distance. “You don’t mean that.” You stuttered, wiping your eyes and heading back inside. “Go’on!” JJ gestures you to go away. “Play cards with Sarah and Kie like everything’s so fucking great right now.” He swigs more from his bottle, closing his eyes to feel it’s affect.

. . . .

Before you know it, the storm is at its peak. You are tying things down, packing away supplies preparing for the storm ahead of you. Anything to help you prepare for the rollercoaster of waves rocking the boat violently back and fourth. You can’t help but worry that JJ is passed out or not fully realize what is going on though it would be hard to miss. Even if he was drunk. but, you’re still hurt from the arguement and you are well aware he is capable of taking care of himself. You try to have optimism that you’ll all make it out okay.

As things reach their worst, kie is freeing rafe from the supply closet and before you know it Sarah is calling out for John B. Cleo and pope are hanging on for dear life as the boat is shaken about. “Let me go,” you insist. “Stay here!” You insist before Sarah can protest or go out there herself. You find yourself outside, the air is thick and humid and the rain is drenching you every second, the cold air and waves rocking you, unable to stand steadily for more than a few seconds. you scream John B’s name and he responds with a hell. "I'm Fine! I'm Ok!" he yells. Thunder crackles through the sky and lightening strikes as the wind tangles your hair further. Unfortunately before you can make it, you take another step forward but the boat rocks and sends you flying off the deck into the mountainous mouth of the waves. John B screams desperately for you, but he is too late to help you. You heard a muffled scream, and are engulfed in a freezing cold and dangerous ocean. He stands there shocked, unable to do anything in that moment. JJ comes outside, he’s finally sobering up. He’s screaming your name, unable to see where you are with the weather and storm clouding his vision. once he realizes what has happened. You pop your head up and scream to the best you can before being pulled under the waves again. he can see you, barely, JJ acts fast, the fastest thing he’s ever done anything no hesitation, grabbing the life float and throwing it as far into the water as he can. As soon as he hears your screams, his instincts kick in and he is diving after you into the perilous dark and cold stormy waters. He disappears, and John B is left heartbroken. He thinks he just lost his best friends for good this time.

. . . .

You wake up and you are washed up on the beach, the sun is bright and the sand is damp around you. you are exhausted and sore and your head in pounding. You look around you and see nothing. No one. Panicked, you turn around and focus your eyes along the water line until your eyes meet JJs whose also coming to, about 65 feet from where you were. You must have been ripped apart by the sea, the last thing you remember is drowning. Darkness. Shaking, and soaking wet, you run to him with tears in your eyes. You are relieved to be alive, and thanking god or any other entity that would have the odds be in your favor that day. You are thankful that JJ is alive. He’s also the same way, thankful to see you. He smiles finally and sighs to himself before sprinting towards you until the two of you collide in embrace, there's sand in his hair and stuck to his back.

“I thought I lost you,” you sighed exhausted and exasperated. “I know, I know baby.” he says softly and tenderly holding you tight as if he will never let go, “I’m so sorry. For everything.” JJ says. You pull away from the embrace and he gently goes to cup your face with his rough and callused hands. “You saved my life,” you say, somewhat in disbelief of the circumstances. This is not how you had envisioned your current self to be doing, but you are thankful for every minute of it. Thankful to be alive. “I couldn’t live without you.” He replies in a desperate sigh. You lock eyes, he gazed into yours like you were the most beautifully and intricately detailed painting in a fine arts museum. He analyzed every detail of your face, scared he might not see it ever again. In return you gazed into his sea color eyes, glistening in the sun light. He looked tired, but content. Elated. “I love you JJ,” you whisper. “I love you.” He says back. “We should find the others,” you offered finally breaking the silence.

“Yeah yeah but first,” JJ cuts off his own words by pulling you towards him gently and softly into a deep and long passionate kiss. Your lips collide and you can start to feel the world melting away, like nothing mattered but each others embrace and affection. After a moment you smile slightly. “I’m never leaving you alone ever again.” JJ says sincerely. You chuckle slightly taking his had as you begin to walk further down the water line. "Back home I had a ring, but i'd really like to spend the rest of my life with you," he says. "Well before making any commitments," you smile. "The future Mrs.Maybank would like to find the others so we can celebrate properly." JJ chuckles, "Yes M'am." he says.

“Alright, now let’s find the others, I hope everyone is okay..”

. . . .

“You know,” you begin, waiting and watching out with JJ in Morocco, the hazy sun gleaming across your eyes as you are adjusting your head wrap. “They say if you find the blue crown you get a wish.” You state. “Yeah? Maybe, it sounds like nonsense.. I dunno.” He jokes slightly, you are glad he’s gotten over his slump and isn’t feeling as bad anymore. He’s acting more like himself. More like the JJ you fell in love with. “Well, since we don’t know that.” You quipped back, “what would you wish for?” You asked. JJ sort of shrugged sheepishly. “Oh you know,” he says, shaking his head. “Nice new truck with good suspension, freshly painted, fuzzy dice around the mirror,” he joked again, you chuckled slightly. “Okay seriously, anything... what would you wish for?”

JJ licks his lips, pondering the words for a slight moment. “Well I wish we could get a house back home, nothin’ fancy just somethin by the water, you and me we could get married.” He says. You brush a strand of your out of your face and flush slightly at the thought. “I wish that we could just be happy, no bullshit, no cops, just us. It sounds really nice.” He says as his expression softens. “That’s what I’d wish for. You.” He says. You step closer to him and you lock eyes. The wind is coursing through your hair. The glow is illuminating your features perfectly, JJ is secretly studying your face and how perfect it looks. “You already have me. I’m not going anywhere.” You say sternly reassuringly.

“Then I guess I don’t need a wish now do I?”

. . . .

You are running.

Running for your life. The sandstorm is swirling around you from the horizon. your eyes are red and tired and your body could give out from exhaustion if it weren’t for the adrenaline pumping through both of you. JJ has the blue crown. You are inches from success. It's so close you can taste it.

“This way come on!” You shout, JJ following behind you, you ran ahead of him.

Before you know it, there is an arm tightly restricted around you with a knife to your throat. It’s Chandler Groff. JJ’s father. You whimper as he squeezes hard enough to restrict your breathing, and you let out a desperate cry for help. “Quiet!” Groff demands. You are terrified of what he’ll do. “JAY!” You manage, one last time, something clicks in JJ and he rushes up to your rescue. “Y/N! I’m comin!” He screams.

He rushes up to you with the crown to see his father who greets him by his name. You whimper and struggle beneath Groff’s grasp. “Let her go,” JJ snarles.

“You could have stuck with me, JJ,”

Groff offers unwanted. “Think what you could’ve had,” he pleads, JJ grits his teeth as the winds tossle his hair more. “But now.. you get nothing.” Groff chimes back, his voice is hoarse and exasperated.

JJ lifts up the infamous blue crown. He looks at it wrapped up in his hand, and then to you. “No.” He shakes his head and turns to his father. “I already have everything. I have everything I ever wanted.” He says. “Things you’ll never have,” he shakes his head. Groffs eyes are full of tears, he’s unsure if this is because the man is emotional or if it’s from the irritation and the sand laden winds that have scorched him. “You want the crown,” JJ continues. For a second he pictures his life without you, and it hurts him deeply. He’d rather be dead than lose you, he realized in that moment. “Take it.” He holds it out. “I don’t want it.” He snaps. “Just Let her go. Now.” He demands.

JJ then exchanged the crown for you, and embraces you tightly and you hold him. You don’t want to let go but you are mistrusting of Groff, and you immediately turn towards him and take a step back behind JJ. “It’s a shame.” Geoff says, his expression has melted away and he seems heartbroken. “You and me. You should have given it to me,” Groff says delicately. “JayJ-“

In a swift motion, JJ is slashed in the abdomen and blood begins to soak the fabric of his clothes. You gasp, terrified. But JJ is quick, and he grabs his fathers arm before he can stab his son with a final deadly blow. Twisting groff’s arm, all in one motion that seemed like a blur, he looked into his fathers eyes full of hatred for his own blood and snatched the knife with his other hand, imapleing him in the chest.

You watch as Groff falls to the ground, gasping for life, dying. “Welcome to the family, son.” Groff snarles and heaves in pain as the knife is stuck in his chest he lets out a sad and twisted laugh. “You’re a killer just like your old man.” Groff utters his last words. JJ is already injured, now bleeding, he stumbles back, you pull the knife from Groffs chest, in case he tries to use it again in his very last effort as his eyes roll back and he lies limp on the dirt, bleeding out.

“J,” you gasp, catching him before he can fall back into the ground. “Oh my god,” you put your hands over his wound, blood is everywhere. “JJ, you’re gonna be okay,” you plead. You’re crying, and you hug him. You are trying to remember your first aid skills. “It’s gonna be fine you’re okay,” you take the wrapping of your head, and use it to apply pressure to the wound to stop the bleeding. He winches in pain. His eyes are tired and glazed over. “Oh my god,” you say and sigh, the bleeding has finally subsided. It’s no longer life threatening, but now under control. You wrap the head scarp tightly around his wound. “I’m ok,” he says his voice is scratchy and dry.

“I’m alright, hey,” he grabs your shoulder, you’re leaning down by him, “I’m not goin anywhere see?” JJ says comforting. He shouldn’t be comforting you when he was nearly killed. “You can’t get rid of me that damn easy,” he winches as he tries to sit up slightly. He grabs your face in his hands. “Fuck that hurts-" he stammers. "We did it,” he says softly after a moment... “I love you, that crown does grant wishes, because we made it out, and you’re safe.” He reassures you. Tears flood your eyes at the thought of nearly losing him, finally reeling from what happened and you lean forward and kiss him. "I won't leave you widowed that easy, now would I?" He laughs, regretting his laugh and groaning in pain. "JJ you're hurt, maybe don't joke right now," you say sternly. You always balanced each other out so perfectly.

The others shortly follow, finding Groff’s body and the crown. Pope and John B both help hold up JJ, he can barely walk from his previous injuries, but he’s okay. Everything is okay. And as it turns out, the crown does grant wishes, because yours- to keep everyone safe especially JJ, was granted.

[acid-ixx]

i would not survive wayne manor if i had to stare into dick's y/n blue orbs everyday

stop looking at me with those eyes! (again &. again mini drabble)

ft. post-kidnapped reader w/ yandere batfam shitpost

reblogs and interactions are encouraged and appreciated.

— masterlist ! ; related post !

thank u for sending this oh my god, i need to write about this!!! i absolutely love your art style for the reader, they're so handsome i'm crying and laughing 😭😭😭 and it's true!!! i will also die if i look at the entire family's eyes as a filipino who has never once stared at a foreigner's eyes because it's just so bright huhu.

unfortunately for your case though, your refusal to look straight at them just translates to extra unwanted counseling sessions with the family in one of the large expanses of the living rooms housing the available members for a meeting. it's a whole gathering where you're the center of attention.

and it's not only dick involved, it's also all the other blue-eyed bastards and an additional glowering, pair of green ones which shines the brightest of them all— and if not for cass and duke's dark colored peepers, you might've truly passed away because it's no joke that their eyes glint under the light passing through locked windows, especially when the sun is at its highest peak and hits at just the right angles to glisten.

not only have you no physical escape, but their obsessed stares never leave your form too, devouring and locking you whole in your place and claustrophobic to the chains of their bright-orbed gaze.

"(name), dear, as much as you don't wish for me to address the issue; it's becoming an unhealthy habit that you refuse to maintain eye contact with the family. it doesn't help that your heart palpitates, you perspire more often, and you make excuses to run to a different room when you do. what's wrong?"

you don't even have to look up from staring at your lap (as if you want to, hah!) to know it's your father's voice directed at you. it's a unique tremor that reverberates across the room and commands attention from all corners; yet when he speaks to you, it's coated with an unhealthily sweet reverence that seems completely foreign to someone who has never once spoken to him until now.

"u-uhm..." stuttering, you bite your lip, drowning in your own self-preservation that had you ignoring dick's stealthy steps to your seated body on the couch, only for his fingers to carefully graze on your chin, snapping you out of your attention yet being too late as he lifts your head up, forcing to stare at his wide-blown eyes.

they're unnaturally bright today, shining more than the beaches in those private islands bruce owns, it's even more terrifying that he's staring at you.

"it's unfair too... baby bird, that it's me you avoid the most," he groans, it grates at your ears but it was better to focus on your other senses if you wish to control the ever-living fear of miley cyrus' blue eyes burned right into your retina, now associated with dick's emboldened ones. his palms find its way to either side of your head, cradling it side to side, the contact forced you to continue staring ahead of him. and no matter how much you resort to blanking out, the intensity of his baby blue eyes forfeits you to focus on anything else.

yet it's the gentle graze on your side that encourages you to speak your mind, you really hate how infantilizing this entire scene feels, and comical that they're - dick - is taking your excuses too seriously.

"ah... well—" how do you explain that you're shit at eye-contact because, first, and can't deal with their luminescent stares pinning you down to your spot, brighter than diamonds and emerald crystals, second?

"everyone's just too... you know. i- i really can't explain without it sounding... uhm..."

"too overwhelming? too what? akhi/akhti? it has been years since we last took you in, and you've been perfectly communicating with us until now. what has changed? has that rebel, todd, dare to make another deal with you again which involves refusing to properly communicate with us? with me? because if he did—"

damian's voice slithers with conviction, condemnation and possessive threats that strike fear into your heart with every venom-laced word. if not for his head nuzzling into the shadows of your neck, the dichotomy of dialogue and action, you would've been convinced he's out to kill you instead.

yet the same gremlin muttering insults is your little brother who takes the entire space beside you on the velvety couch, rendering you completely cornered by his expecting glare. except now, unlike the mental torment he subjected to you, his green-eye gaze glimmers with concealed adoration you've learned to discern, he's always been a heckler for your attention; the tan hands wrapped around your waist in a snuggle tightens, not too tight that it deprives you of oxygen, but demands your answers instead.

like father, like son. as the saying goes. always finding solutions with unwanted affection. couldn't even push them away without them interpreting your actions as rebellion which only results in more uncomfortable competitions on who gets to cuddle you for longer.

and wait, no, they didn't take you in, bullshit! they basically kidnapped you. it's only that you've grown accustomed to dealing with them individually and as a group, but because they've been more lenient with technology, providing you access to wifi with supervised search results, you stumbled across one of , which not-so faintly reminds you of them.

your past traumas of them replaced with jaded motivation to survive and tolerate the ever living plague in your life you call your family.

bruce did advise you to associate them with positive things instead as a first step to your adjusting phase, and miley cyrus' anthropoidal, not-quite human stare isn't negative in any way, yet it's also by no means negative, if not unsettling— which leads you to a common ground, a common affiliation which helps you cope with the fear that they might harm you and isolate you with loneliness even further; forgetting your presence once again.

learning to love them was hard, so relating them to anything comical was way easier on the still-heavy burden in your heart which yearns for freedom burned off through countless of escape attempts, the grief of your mother's death now decades worth, and just the shock of it all that they're still interested in you until now that hasn't worn off still, despite the years passing by quicker than blowing off a candle-light.

still, everyone retains their gaze on you, never once breaking contact with your form as if you're capable of escaping their grasp. you try to look down, but to no avail, dick was too invested in hogging your head all to himself and nuzzling it in his toned stomach, whilst damian refuses to separate from his ever tightening hold which renders you unable to full grasp your thoughts and speak.

god-damned hypocrites.

"holy shit..." it's tim who broke off the silence, muttering under his breath in disbelief whilst his hand fiddles with the modded tablet bruce had given you as a christmas gift. his lanky finfers continue scrolling eyes fixated on the scene before him, every expression illuminated by the faint glow of your tablet's screen. the most visible feature, gazing at him through whichever was left of your vision unobstructed by dick's body; was of course, his widening blue eyes, as it seems like he'd hit jackpot with his appalled reactions.

it seems like he found the exact same picture.

would it be a bad thing now if you'd run away from the room once they all collectively hone in on the image before them? or is it too risky of a task?

honestly, with just how routine your life must be right now, you'd prefer to run, to feel the air run through your hair, to bask in the sun washing your body in its warmth.

maybe to find unbidden joy in another game of cat and mouse, or it may be another one of your excuses to avoid those piercing eyes once more if even by just a mere fraction.

or maybe you could stay for now, because is it just you, or did you actually succeed in traumatizing them for once instead of you?

[rhonuscorner]

What would you do if one night, you're suddenly awoken by a horrible sound and you quickly find yourself face to face with not only a strange vessel that seemingly crash-landed into your backyard, but also two strange extra-terrestial beings, one of which is badly injured?

The beginning premise of my AU, Dark Matter!

Ya'll better look at this because this took me SO MANY HOURS and over 200 layers, minimum. I didn't keep count but it's a lot. Also let's not pretend I know how to draw a spaceship lmao, and I spent way too long drawing grass only for it to be barely visible XD;

Also yes, their blood is a golden color.

I had a really hard time getting Sun's inner glow to look right, Moon is easy but because Sun is yellow it's very difficult to not make it look muddied in a night time scene, but it's almost 2AM here and I didn't want to fiddle with this anymore. I'M TIRED.

Poor scared Sunny, it'll be okay and so will Moon. Probably >3 Y/n is gonna have their hands full dealing with this.

I'm still working on chapters and I wanna do a pic of their planet next because it's very pretty and I wanna go there, but in the meantime if you have any questions regarding this AU, feel free to send them my way. ^-^

[wukyma]

I'm very curious about your Posepoli AU if you are OK with sharing facts about it ? Maybe what you have in mind? Or what Poseidon have in mind withvhis proposition 🤔 I can't only imagine the crew reaction

Also I'm in absolute love with your art ! The way you color? Your Odysseus ? Incredible. Make me think about fairy tales book illustrations you know ? And don't let go on your design of Poseidon ? He look so cold and distanced, it's actually genius!

Oh, thank you so much 💖 It means a lot! I loved illustrated fairytales as a kid and had a similar book of Greek myths, so that's probably where the style comes from, hehe

As for the AU... I lied shamelessly in the other post and speedran through coloring the panels and imma show y'all everything today!

If you haven't seen the previous one go check it out first

SO, Polites lives. But now he has to cope with the consequences of their recklessness,,

⬇️⬇️⬇️ cut because yapping again

The wind bag gets opened, and they're faced with Poseidon seeking revenge,,

Odysseus' apology isn't accepted (who even apologizes like that??), but Poseidon doesn't get to strike him —

Polites steps in and asks for them to be spared.

The god almost laughs in his face because that's an utterly ridiculous attempt, but decides that there's no harm in amusing himself a bit. Yet, no matter what Poseidon thinks about the man and how much he despises his ideals,, Polites is very different from most mortals he met, with his unshakeable belief in a better world (that realization happens much later in the plot, at the moment he's just pissed off)

So, yeah. Poseidon gives them a challenge: if they find another way around the storm, continue their journey without harming or killing (as per Poli's ideology), and get home, he will spare everyone, even Odysseus. The one who's formally "responsible" for holding up their end of the deal is still Polites, and he gets a kind of seal/tattoo as proof that neither side will go against the terms (yay ✨️aesthetics ✨️)

Forgot to mention: the whole crew is alive — 600 men making their way to Ithaca!

Next stop would be Circe's island,,, guess who will become besties? Ehehwhe

Things I believe are important to mention:

Poseidon REALLY doesn't like Polites in this AU (well,, for now) and wants to see him fail, then drown the fleet and be done with it

His main motivation here wouldn't be to avenge Polyphemus, but to prove that Polites is wrong (same as with Odysseus, but more intense)

Get ready for tons of mockery in the next part ( ；∀；)

I headcanon (not just in this AU but in general) that Polites, Perimedes, and Elpenor are also very close friends!

Odysseus is oblivious about Poli's feelings towards him (dude is mole-blind when it comes to that), but Eurylochus knows

Umm, so that's it for now! See y'all next time, because telling things without throwing pictures in seems meh... However, that's up to you, too. I can continue as it is and draw the scenes you'd like to see and/or choose later :3 Just write how u think would be more okayish i guess??

Bonus thing: congrats on reading till the end lol. there is one inconsistency in the comic above. at the sketch stage I flipped 3 of these panels, and they don't match with the other ones (seen in the details) first one to guess (say the nr order, idc) gets to request ANYTHING epic‐related from me :D

[mixolya]

ᓚᘏᗢ — beneath the stars, we became one: epilogue ! (wc: 6,5k)

can be read without reading my other chapters ! (though, i'd really appreciate if you read the whole story hihi)

#001 : first official date.

when you both were 17, the world seemed to shimmer with a new kind of magic. the lights of the festival reflected in rin's teal eyes, making them look even more captivating than usual. your arm was linked with his as the two of you strolled through the crowded festival streets. you wondered if he noticed the way you kept stealing glances at him.

the air was alive with energy. everywhere you turned, the colors of the festival fascinating: bright lanterns, vivid banners, and the rich hues of traditional yukatas. rin's yukata, a deep navy one, suited him so perfectly. his calm presence grounded you amid the lively chaos, and you couldn't help but smile to yourself.

"you're quiet," rin said, glancing down at you. "are you okay?"

his steady and low voice pulled you from your thoughts. you looked up at him, the corners of your lips curving into a soft smile. "yeah, just thought about something. it's really lively here."

he hummed in agreement, his eyes scanning the vivid scene. even in the midst of all the noise and colors, rin's presence had a way of making you feel calm.

"i like it," you said after a moment. "but i think i like this even more."

"what's 'this'?" he asked, pulling you closer as the cool evening breeze swept through the festival, rustling the banners and lanterns overhead.

"being here. with you," you admitted softly, your voice almost drowned out by the distant laughter and music.

rin looked at you, his steps faltering slightly as your words hung in the air. for a moment, he didn't know how to respond. his eyes searched yours, a faint hint of surprise flashing across his face. then, almost as if to mask his own uncertainty, his lips twitched into a tiny smirk.

"oh?" he finally said, his tone teasing but warm. "you usually flirted with me so easily, and now you're getting shy just from being here with your boyfriend?"

his words caught you off guard, and your cheeks grew impossibly warmer. you looked away, trying to fight the embarrassed grin tugging at your lips. "don't make it sound like that," you muttered, nudging him lightly with your elbow.

"like what?" he asked, his voice holding the slightest trace of amusement. he wasn't letting this go, clearly enjoying the rare sight of you being flustered.

"like i'm some shameless flirt," you shot back.

he chuckled softly, the sound low and unguarded. "well," he said, his voice dropping slightly, "i remember that one message. what was it again? .. oh yeah, 'there's a really good black friday deal! in my bed! 100% clothes off!'"

your jaw dropped as you whipped your head toward him. "rin!" you exclaimed, your voice a mix of disbelief and embarrassment. "how do you even remember that?"

he shrugged, a smile tugging at his lips. "hard to forget when someone sends that out of nowhere."

you groaned, feeling your cheeks burn. "i was joking! and you know it!"

"yeah? man, i really looked forward to that deal," he said with a sly grin, the teasing in his voice making your face heat even more.

"rin!" you swatted at his arm, unable to hide the mix of embarrasment and laughter bubbling up. "you're impossible."

he chuckled, the sound warm and unguarded, as if he couldn't resist riling you up. "what? i'm just saying, false advertising is a little cruel, you know."

you rolled your eyes, but before you could fire back, something caught your attention. a stall just ahead had an array of plushies on display, and one in particular - a kuromi one - stood out. its adorably pouty face made you gasp.

"look at that!" you tugged on his sleeve, pointing excitedly. "it's so cute!"

rin followed your gaze to the plushie, his brow raising slightly as he surveyed the ring toss game in front of it. without a word, he stepped forward, fishing coins out of his pocket and handing them to the stall owner.

"wait," you said, your eyes widening. "are you going to-?"

"i’ll get it," he interrupted, his voice calm but firm. there was a quiet determination in his tone, and the way his fingers curled around the rings made your chest tighten.

you stood back, watching as he sized up the game. his posture was relaxed, but his focus was sharp. you noticed the small, almost unnoticeable details - how his shoulders squared, how his eyes narrowed slightly in concentration. when he lined up his shot, the tip of his tongue peeked out, just barely brushing his bottom lip.

you didn’t know why, but that little gesture had your heart skipping beats.

the first ring flew through the air in a clean arc and landed squarely around the bottle neck with a resounding clink. your jaw dropped. “no way,” you said, blinking in disbelief. “first try?”

rin handed the stall owner another coin and repeated the throw, landing another ring with ease. the owner laughed, handing him the plushie. rin turned, holding it out to you, his expression neutral but his eyes betraying a flicker of satisfaction.

“here,” he said simply.

you reached for it, hugging the plushie tightly to your chest. “that was amazing,” you said, the awe clear in your voice. then, before you could stop yourself, you blurted, “and so hot.”

his ears turned red instantly. “what?” he asked, his voice stiff with surprise.

“i said you’re really good at games,” you backtracked, grinning to yourself as he avoided your gaze.

the two of you continued walking, and as the excitement from the game faded, a peaceful glow settled over the festival. lanterns swayed gently in the breeze, their light illuminating the cobbled path ahead. you came to a stop in front of a small pond, its surface reflecting the golden glow of the lanterns and the twinkling stars above.

“oh,” you breathed, staring at the scene. “it’s so beautiful.”

“yeah,” rin murmured beside you.

his voice was so soft that it drew your attention. you turned your head, expecting to find him admiring the lanterns or the pond, but his gaze wasn’t on the scene at all - it was on you.

the intensity of his stare made your breath hitch. “what?” you asked quietly, your cheeks warming under his steady gaze.

“nothing,” he muttered, his ears tinged pink as he quickly looked away.

summary: rin is good at everything.

#002 : teaching you maths.

when you both were 17, studying for finals felt like the ultimate test of patience - especially when math was involved. the soft glow of your desk lamp illuminated the small piles of textbooks and notes scattered across the surface. finals were just around the corner, and rin had insisted on coming over to help you prepare - specifically with math, your least favorite subject. you sat cross-legged on your chair, head resting on your hand as rin flipped through your textbook, calm and focused as always.

“you’re really not going to do your homework?” he asked, raising an eyebrow as he looked up from the book.

you groaned dramatically, leaning back in your chair. “it’s not that i can’t do it - it’s just... so boring.”

rin chuckled softly, closing the book with a quiet thud. "right," he said dryly, his eyes locking with yours. "didn't you want to stay valedictorian, or are you giving me the title now?"

you shot him an exaggerated glare, but there was a hint of a smile tugging at your lips. "i'm not giving up the title," you muttered, pulling your legs up into your chair and resting your chin on your knees. "i just think i deserve a break, that's all."

rin sighed, setting the book down and leaning back in his chair. "if you do your homework, i promise i'll give you a reward," he said, the promise in his voice sounding far too tempting for you to ignore.

you raised an eyebrow, curious. "reward? what kind of reward?"

rin looked at you with a playful glint in his eyes, a teasing smile curling at the corners of his lips. "you'll find out if you do your homework," he said cryptically, as if he had something up his sleeve but wasn’t about to spoil the surprise.

you tilted your head, intrigued yet still skeptical. "you're really not gonna tell me what it is?"

"nope," rin replied, his tone light. "you have to earn it. that's how rewards work."

you groaned again, but there was a part of you that was now genuinely curious. "ugh, fine," you muttered, picking up your pencil and glancing down at the math problems in front of you.

rin chuckled under his breath, settling back into his chair, watching you as you turned to the first problem. "just focus," he said, his voice calm and patient. "you're smart, aren't you?"

you shot him a quick, slightly annoyed look, but he only smirked, clearly enjoying the playful banter. as you started working through the problem, you could feel rin’s eyes on you, but you tried to ignore it, focusing on the numbers in front of you.

"okay, so the first step is-" rin began, but you interrupted him before he could finish.

"yeah, yeah, i know," you muttered, scribbling the first step on your paper, your eyes not entirely focused on the problem.

rin raised an eyebrow, clearly seeing that your attention wasn’t fully there. "you’re not listening."

you shot him a guilty look, realizing he’d caught you zoning out. "sorry," you sighed, rubbing your forehead. "it’s hard to concentrate when you're sitting there all calm and serious."

he let out a soft laugh, shaking his head. "it’s not gonna get easier if you don’t focus. trust me, you’ll regret it when you see how much you’re behind."

you rolled your eyes but couldn’t help but feel a little motivation stirring. maybe it was the fact that rin was there, or maybe it was the unspoken promise of a reward waiting for you if you could push through. either way, you refocused and went back to the problem.

"alright," you said with a sigh, "let's get this over with."

rin watched you quietly as you worked, offering gentle guidance when you needed it, but for the most part letting you figure it out on your own. every time you finished a problem, you looked up expectantly, waiting for him to deliver the promised reward, but rin just gave you a small smile, not saying anything.

you were getting frustrated. "rin, where’s my reward?"

he glanced at you, his smirk widening just slightly. "you haven’t finished all your work yet," he said. "keep going, and i’ll make sure it’s worth your while."

you groaned but picked up your pencil again, determined to finish what you’d started. you had to admit, even though math still wasn’t fun, having rin there made it a little easier to bear.

summary: rin is a tease.

#003 : you're impossible.

when you both were 18, things seemed to settle into place more naturally. the night had been perfect - a quiet dinner, a stroll through the city streets, and now, standing in front of your apartment building, the night air was cool and refreshing.

there had always been a comfortable silence between the two of you, and tonight was no exception. you didn’t need to say anything; it was enough just to be together, walking side by side, feeling the warmth of his presence.

as you reached the front of the building, you paused, turning to face him. you couldn't help but smile at the sight of him - the way the light from the streetlamps caught in his hair, the slight tilt of his head as he looked at you. without really thinking, you leaned up on your tiptoes, brushing your lips against his cheek in a soft kiss.

rin immediately tensed, his usual composed expression flickering for just a moment as a faint blush spread across his cheeks. you pulled back, a teasing smile on your face.

"you know," you said, your voice light, "whenever i kiss your cheek, you get so red."

he shifted slightly, rubbing the back of his neck in that way he always did when he was flustered. his eyes dropped to the ground for a moment before he looked back up at you, the corners of his mouth curving into a small, almost shy smile. "i don’t," he muttered, though the evidence was right there in the way his cheeks were flushed.

you laughed softly, your heart warming at how cute he looked when he got embarrassed. "you totally do," you teased, nudging him gently.

rin let out a small sigh, but there was no mistaking the affection in his voice when he spoke next. "you're impossible," he said, though there was a smile hidden in the words.

you stepped closer, your fingers brushing against his as you looked up at him, a soft smile on your lips. the quiet between you both was comfortable, but now, it felt like something more.

"i love you," rin said suddenly, his voice low but full of sincerity.

you blinked, your heart skipping a beat. it wasn’t that you hadn’t known, hadn’t felt it - but hearing him say it out loud was something different. it made everything seem more real, more significant. you couldn’t help the smile that tugged at your lips as you stared at him, the words hanging in the air between you.

you stepped forward, pressing your lips to his in a soft kiss. the moment felt electric, like time slowed down, and everything else in the world faded away.

when you pulled back, you looked at each other, the warmth of his breath mingling with yours. "i love you too," you whispered.

summary: rin gets shy easily.

#004 : who is that?

when you both were 18, things between you and rin had been progressing, and though you were close, it wasn’t always obvious to others just how deep your connection went. it was one of those small moments that made everything clear - like the time you had to sit alone in class because ayane was sick that day.

before you went to school, you gave ayane a few meds and made her breakfast. this meant you had to take your seat in the front of the classroom by yourself. you didn’t mind. it was just another class, another day. but what you didn’t expect was for some random guy from your class to walk over and ask if he could sit next to you.

“hey, you’re y/n, right?” he asked, flashing you a grin. “mind if i sit here? looks like ayane absent today.”

you were a little caught off guard, but you shrugged. “sure, go ahead.”

he slid into the seat next to you without hesitation, and before you knew it, he was striking up a conversation. you weren’t really interested in talking to him, but you didn’t want to be rude, so you responded politely. it wasn’t long before you felt uncomfortable, though. the guy leaned in a little too close, trying to make jokes and keep the conversation going, but it just wasn’t your thing.

meanwhile, rin sat in his usual spot at the back of the classroom, his eyes focused on the notes in front of him. you couldn’t help but notice that every now and then, his gaze would flicker toward you. it was subtle, but you could tell he was aware of the situation. still, he didn’t say anything.

as the bell finally rang, signaling the end of class, you quickly packed your things and left the room, trying to shake off the awkwardness of the situation. rin was already walking ahead of you, his hands in his pockets, his usual aloof expression firmly in place. you jogged to catch up with him, giving him a light tap on the shoulder.

“hey,” you said, trying to lighten the mood, “you’re awfully quiet today. what’s up?”

rin didn’t answer immediately, but when he did, his voice was flat and a little off. “nothing.”

you raised an eyebrow. “really? you seem off.”

he shrugged, still walking ahead. “just didn’t like that guy sitting next to you,” he muttered. you blinked in surprise. “jealous?” you teased, a playful grin tugging at your lips.

“i’m not jealous,” rin replied quickly, but you could see the slight tension in his shoulders. “i just don’t like it when people get too close to you.” you couldn’t help but laugh, teasing him a little more. “aww, you are jealous! admit it!”

rin shot you a glare, though you could tell it was more out of embarrassment than anger. “i'm not jealous, y/n,” he said, his voice a little softer now. “i just don’t like when other people try to get your attention. it's obvious we're together.”

you smiled, walking closer to him and bumping your shoulder into his. “well, don’t worry,” you said, “you’re the only one i’m interested in.” he glanced at you, his face softening just a little. “yeah?” he asked.

you nodded, wrapping your arm around his. “yeah, i’m sure. you’re the only one for me.”

rin’s usual cool exterior returned, but you saw the small smile tug at the corners of his lips. “good,” he muttered, the tension between you both easing.

with that, you both continued your walk home, the unspoken understanding between you clearer than ever.

summary: rin is a jealous, jealous man.

#005 : it hurts.

when you both were 18, rin had a way of noticing the small things, even when you didn’t expect him to. you didn’t know it yet, but he had quietly marked the days on his calendar when you’d usually feel your worst.

it was one of those days. you stayed curled up on your bed, clutching a heating pad to your stomach as waves of discomfort rolled through you. the cramps were relentless, and even the thought of getting up felt like an impossible task.

you sighed, burying your face in the pillow. you didn’t want to complain, but it was one of those days where everything just felt a little too much.

a soft knock on your door pulled you out of your thoughts. you frowned, confused - ayane and milya weren't home, and you weren’t expecting anyone. reluctantly, you dragged yourself out of bed, wrapping a blanket around your shoulders as you shuffled to the door.

when you opened it, you were greeted by the sight of rin, standing there with a familiar paper bag in one hand and a water bottle in the other. his expression was calm, but there was a hint of concern in his eyes as he looked you over.

“what are you doing here?” you asked, surprised but happy to see him.

he stepped inside without waiting for an invitation, gently nudging you back toward your room. “you didn’t answer my texts,” he said simply, setting the bag down on your desk. “figured something was up.”

you blinked, realizing you’d completely forgotten to check your phone. “oh. sorry,” you mumbled, shuffling back to your bed and sinking onto it with a groan. “just wasn’t feeling great.”

“i know,” rin said quietly, sitting softly on your bed.

you frowned at him, confused. “what do you mean, you know?”

he glanced away, rubbing the back of his neck. “i keep track,” he admitted, his voice low. “on my calendar. just in case you ever need anything.”

your heart skipped a beat at his words. before you could respond, he reached for the bag and pulled out a neatly wrapped box of cookies.

“figured these might help,” he said, holding them out to you. “it's a long time since we visited that coffee shop.”

you stared at the cookies, warmth blooming in your chest despite the pain. “rin, you didn’t have to-"

“i wanted to,” he cut you off, his tone firm but gentle. “you always take care of everyone else. let me take care of you for once.”

a small smile crept onto your lips as you took the cookies from him, your fingers brushing against his. “I LOVE YOUUU SO MUCH, RINNIE,” you screamed, jumping at him and you both fell onto the bed.

rin didn't need large gestures or elaborate words to show he cared. he showed it in the small, thoughtful things he did - like remembering your favorite cookies and being there when you needed him most.

and that was more than enough.

summary: rin itoshi's love language was acts of service.

#006 : it doesn't change.

when you both were 19, rin’s talent and hard work finally paid off. he made it into japan’s official nationals football team - a dream he’d been chasing since you’d known him. you were beyond proud, but his success came with long days of practice, meetings, and media obligations.

you hadn’t seen him for a week. eight long days without the quiet comfort of his presence, without the subtle warmth he brought into your life. it felt strange not to have him around, and you couldn’t help but miss him more than you thought you would.

when he finally showed up at your door late one evening, you barely had time to react before his arms wrapped tightly around you, pulling you into him like he was afraid you might disappear.

“oh! rin-" you started, surprised by the sudden embrace.

“hey baby,” he murmured against your shoulder, his voice soft but firm.

you froze for a moment, then slowly relaxed into his hold, your arms coming up to wrap around him. he was warm, and the way he clung to you made your heart ache in the best way.

“i missed you so much,” he said quietly, his voice muffled against your hair.

your fingers tightened around the back of his shirt, grounding him. “i missed you too,” you whispered, a small smile tugging at your lips.

he pulled back just enough to look at you, his usual composed demeanor nowhere to be found. his eyes were softer, vulnerable in a way you didn’t see often. “i don’t want to let go of you,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

your heart skipped a beat at his words. rin wasn’t one to express his emotions so openly, but when he did, it always left you breathless.

“then don’t,” you replied softly, reaching up to brush a strand of hair out of his face. “i’m not going anywhere.”

he leaned into your touch, his eyes closing briefly as if he was savoring the moment. “it’s been so busy,” he murmured. “but all i could think about was you.”

you felt your chest tighten, overwhelmed by the weight of his words. “yeah?” you said gently, taking his hand in yours. “you’re here now.”

he looked at you, his expression a mix of gratitude and longing, before pulling you back into his arms. this time, the embrace was softer, less urgent but no less meaningful. for a while, you just stood there in the quiet, holding each other as the world outside faded away.

“i’m so proud of you, rin,” you whispered against his chest. “you’ve worked so hard for this.”

his arms tightened around you, and you felt the faintest smile against your hair. “it doesn’t mean anything if i can’t share it with you,” he said, his voice steady and full of conviction.

you stayed like that for a long time, wrapped in each other’s warmth, neither of you wanting to let go.

the peace didn’t last long, though, as you heard a muffled voice from the couch.

“ew, can you two not?” milya groaned, exaggerating her disgust as she tossed a pillow in your direction. rin chuckled softly but didn’t pull away from you, clearly content where he was.

“look who’s talking,” you shot back. “you’re the one practically glued to chigiri over there.” milya crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow, her face scrunching in mock offense. “we’re subtle, thank you very much.”

“subtle?” chigiri snorted, raising his head from the back of the couch. “you’ve got the blanket wrapped around you like a burrito, and you’re not even trying to hide it.”

you laughed but then turned to rin, whose hands were still holding onto you. “seriously, though,” you began, voice tinged with playful frustration, “hyoma, you fucking lied to me. you told me rin wouldn’t be home until next week!"

summary: rin itoshi is a lover boy.

#007 : huh?

when you both were 22, life had changed in ways you hadn’t expected. rin had just wrapped up an important season with the national football team, and things between you two were going incredibly well. you had both grown so much, and your relationship felt like it was settling into something permanent.

you found yourselves on the bed, curled up together with a movie playing in the background. the usual comfort of rin’s presence was even more evident tonight, as his body was pressed against yours. you could feel his warmth, the steady rise and fall of his chest as he relaxed, his hand gently resting on your thigh.

the movie faded into the background, your attention slowly shifting to rin. there was a shift in the air, and you could sense he had something on his mind.

“hey,” rin said, breaking the comfortable silence. his voice was quiet, a little hesitant, which was unusual for him.

“yeah?” you turned toward him, raising an eyebrow.

he shifted slightly, eyes meeting yours. “have you ever thought about... moving in together?”

you blinked, not expecting the question at all. you stared at him for a second, the words sinking in. it wasn’t the first time you’d talked about your future, but this felt different. this wasn’t just a passing thought; rin was serious.

“you mean, like… us living together?” you asked, making sure you were hearing him correctly.

rin nodded, his expression a little more vulnerable than you were used to. “yeah. i mean, we’ve been together for a while now, and i just thought maybe it’s time.”

your heart skipped a beat, and you felt a little caught off guard. living together - really living together - was a huge step. but at the same time, you couldn’t deny the fact that it felt right.

you smiled, your heart softening at how much he was thinking about the future with you. “you know, i've thought about it too.”

rin’s face softened at your words, relief flooding his features. “really?”

“yeah,” you nodded, taking his hand in yours. “i mean, i love being with you. and we’ve been making this work for so long now.” you hesitated, your thumb tracing circles on the back of his hand. “it makes sense, doesn’t it?”

rin’s eyes lit up at your response, a small but genuine smile tugging at his lips. “so, is that a yes?”

you chuckled, leaning in to kiss his cheek, the familiar warmth of his skin making everything feel more real. “yeah, rinnie. it’s a yes.”

he grinned, pulling you closer as if he couldn’t let you go. “good,” he whispered, “because i can’t imagine living with anyone else.”

you settled back into his arms, feeling that sense of certainty wash over you. this was it. this was the next step. you and rin, together.

summary: rin itoshi always had a way to make you breathless.

#008 : one step further.

when you both were 23, you and rin had grown even closer, your bond stronger than ever. the years together had been filled with memories - trips, laughter, challenges, and so much more. the two of you had just wrapped up a vacation, a short getaway to the beach, where you both decided to relax and unwind after a busy few months.

the sun was setting, casting golden hues across the sky as the waves crashed against the shore. it was the kind of evening where everything seemed perfect, and the moment felt suspended in time. you and rin were walking along the beach, hand in hand, the soft sand beneath your feet as you both made your way toward a quiet spot near the water.

rin had been unusually quiet during your walk, but you didn’t think much of it. he was often lost in thought, especially during peaceful moments like this. but there was something in the way he was holding your hand, something in the way he kept glancing at you, that made you realize this was different.

“hey,” rin finally said, his voice low and filled with an emotion you couldn’t quite place.

“hm?” you looked up at him.

he stopped walking and turned toward you, his eyes locking with yours. for a moment, neither of you spoke. it was as if the world around you had faded away, leaving only the two of you standing there.

“you know,” he started, his voice slightly shaking as he spoke, “i've been thinking a lot lately. about everything we’ve been through, and everything that’s still ahead of us.” he took a deep breath, his gaze never leaving yours. “i can’t imagine my life without you in it.”

you felt your heart race, sensing the weight of his words. you smiled softly, not quite sure what he was leading up to.

“rin?” you asked, your voice a gentle whisper.

he swallowed, his hand tightening around yours, and then, out of nowhere, he reached into his pocket.

you blinked in surprise as he pulled out a small, velvet box, the kind you’d seen in movies but never imagined would be part of your reality. your breath caught in your throat as he opened it, revealing a delicate ring nestled inside.

“will you marry me?” rin asked, his voice steady but filled with so much love and sincerity.

you froze, staring at the ring in shock. this was happening. it wasn’t a dream.

“are you serious?” you whispered, your heart pounding in your chest.

he nodded, a soft smile tugging at his lips. “i've never been more serious about anything in my life. i love you so much, and i want to spend the rest of my life with you. because i want you to be mine. selfishly, thoughtlessly mine. just like the first time i said it."

the world around you seemed to pause as you took in his words. you couldn’t believe it. the man you loved, the one who had been by your side through everything, was asking you to marry him.

without thinking, you threw your arms around him, pulling him into a tight embrace. “yes,” you breathed, your voice thick with emotion. “yes, rin, of course, yes!”

rin laughed, relief flooding his face as he pulled away slightly to slip the ring onto your finger. the moment felt surreal, like a dream you didn’t want to wake up from.

“thank you,” he murmured, kissing your forehead as he cupped your face in his hands. “i've been wanting to ask you for so long.”

you smiled, your heart soaring as you looked at the ring and then back at him. “i can’t believe this is happening,” you whispered, your voice filled with wonder.

rin smiled back, his eyes twinkling with happiness. “it’s happening, and i promise I’m going to make you the happiest person in the world.”

the waves crashed nearby, the sun dipping below the horizon, but none of it mattered. you had everything you needed right in front of you. the man you loved, and the life you were about to build together.

summary: rin itoshi is the one.

#009 : what's this?

when you both were 25, life seemed to be unfolding in the most perfect way. you and rin had been married for a little over two years, and things between you two were better than ever. the house you shared was full of laughter, love, and the kind of happiness that only comes from building a life with someone you truly care about.

it was a lazy satursay morning, and you and rin were enjoying a rare day off. the sun streamed through the windows, casting a soft glow over the kitchen as you prepared breakfast together. rin was flipping pancakes while you set the table, humming along to some random tune in your head.

there was an air of contentment between you two, something peaceful and steady. but what you didn’t expect was the wave of excitement and nervousness that washed over you as you stood by the counter, trying to act normal. your hands trembled slightly, and you could feel your heart race as you looked down at the pregnancy test in your hand.

you’d taken it earlier, just to be sure, and now you had the answer in front of you. a baby.

you swallowed hard, trying to steady your breath. this was it. you were about to share the news with rin.

as you watched him, laughter in his eyes as he joked about the pancakes being burnt, you felt a strange combination of excitement and nervousness. this was a big moment, one that would change everything for both of you.

finally, you took a deep breath and walked over to rin, who had just placed the last pancake on the plate. you set the test down on the counter in front of him.

rin paused, his eyes widening slightly as he looked from the test to your face. “what’s this?” he asked, his voice suddenly filled with curiosity.

you bit your lip, trying to hold back the nervous smile tugging at your lips. “rin…” you started, your voice quiet but steady. “we’re going to have a baby.”

for a moment, rin just stared at you, his expression unreadable. and then, slowly, his eyes softened, and a wide grin spread across his face.

“wait, seriously?” he asked, his voice a mix of disbelief and joy. you nodded, your own smile growing as you reached for his hand. “yeah, seriously.”

rin blinked a few times, as if processing the words, and then he let out a laugh - joyful, pure, and completely overwhelming. he stepped toward you, pulling you into a tight embrace.

“oh my god, this is- this is amazing,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “we’re going to be parents.”

you laughed too, the weight of the news finally sinking in. it felt so surreal, but it was perfect. rin, the love of your life, was going to be the father of your child.

“we are,” you agreed, your voice full of happiness.

rin pulled back slightly to look at you, his eyes sparkling with excitement. “i'm going to be a father."

you chuckled, cupping his cheek as you leaned in to kiss him. “you will.”

rin kissed you back, the moment lingering between you two. and as you pulled away, you couldn’t help but think about the life you were about to start together - one filled with even more love, laughter, and little moments that would make your family feel whole.

summary: rin itoshi will be a good father.

#010 : the other woman.

when you both were 28, life had taken on a comfortable rhythm. work, family, and all the little moments in between had woven together into something truly beautiful. you and rin had built a life that felt like home, and it was even sweeter now with your little one, who was growing faster than either of you had expected.

on this particular day, you had an important interview, and rin was on dad duty, spending the afternoon alone with your daughter. he was completely smitten with her, and today was no different.

your daughter was now almost three years old, full of energy and curiosity, and she had a way of turning every moment into something magical. rin was in the living room, sitting on the floor with her as she tried to stack blocks, her tiny hands fumbling with them, but her determination unwavering.

“careful, sweetie,” rin said, his voice calm and gentle as he helped her place a block on top of another.

she giggled, looking up at him with her big eyes full of excitement. “daddy, look!” she said, pointing at the small tower of blocks she had built.

“wow, you’re so smart,” rin said, his voice full of pride. he leaned in, giving her a kiss on the cheek. “that’s amazing.”

your daughter beamed, her face lighting up with joy at the praise. “daddy, again!” she said, reaching for more blocks. rin smiled at her, his heart swelling with love for the tiny person who had captured it completely.

“alright, let’s make the biggest tower ever,” rin said, picking up a block and carefully adding it to her pile. as they worked together, he couldn’t help but laugh when she knocked it over again, sending the blocks scattering across the floor.

“oops!” she exclaimed, giggling. rin chuckled and shook his head, watching her with adoration.

“you sure know how to make a mess, don’t you?” he teased, reaching down to gather the blocks back into a pile. she tried to help but ended up making it even more chaotic, her little hands eager but uncoordinated.

rin’s phone buzzed from the counter, and he paused for a moment, checking the time. just a few more minutes until you’d be home.

“you’re a handful, but i wouldn’t trade you for anything,” rin murmured, smiling down at his daughter. she looked up at him, her eyes full of trust and affection.

suddenly, she reached out for him, her tiny arms open wide, wanting to be held. rin immediately scooped her up into his arms, cradling her against his chest.

“my little angel,” he whispered softly, kissing her forehead.

your daughter snuggled into him, her eyes starting to close as she grew tired from all the play. rin held her close, feeling her small breaths against his chest. it was moments like this that reminded him how lucky he was to be her dad.

he couldn’t wait to see you again and share all the little things she’d done while you were gone, but for now, he cherished this quiet, peaceful moment with his daughter.

as she drifted off to sleep in his arms, rin smiled, knowing that no matter what the future held, this - being her dad - was everything.

summary: rin itoshi is a girl dad.

what did you learn after all this? rin itoshi is your man.

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[backpackingspace]

Penelope: odysseus darling....I'm not judging but why are you strapping knives, money, and an emergency pack to your chest? Is something happening? Should I grab one too??

Odysseus, not explaining anything: I'm not taking any fucking chances I've learned my lesson the last time she caught me off gaurd I was 17 it's not fucking happening now when we're married. I know better

Penelope who speaks odysseus: ....lady Athena attacks you in middle of the night?

Odysseus: YES it's so rude of her

Penelope, internally: don't laugh don't laugh don't laugh: should have just been a weaver instead, then lady Athena would just show up demanding woven battle scenes and new capes.

Odysseus: incoherent screaming

Later that night

Athena: Hey hey penelope I'll give you the power to see colors you can't even imagine and the threads to go with it if you get rid of that survival bag.

Penelope, not even hesitating: deal