#it's not much but it's honest

[taihua]

Heat of the moment

[AO3 version]

When Ike picked up the assignment, it had been in the back of his mind that Soren was also traveling to a distant desert location, though he hadn’t really expected to meet him while on the job. Soren wouldn’t have set foot in a crowded festival square without Ike personally dragging him there, after all, and if there was a way to send a message to him asking him to come out and say hi, Ike hadn’t worked it out yet. 

Whatever. Both of them were supposed to be working, so it was better not to have the distraction. In the meantime, Ike didn’t mind standing back and watching the crowds, even if he occasionally had to step in and frown at someone until they stopped trying to cause trouble. Of course it would have been nice to hear Soren’s tactical assessment of the market space—where were the blind spots and the pinch points, and where were disputes most likely to spring up? 

He squinted against the harsh sunlight, imagining Soren’s clipped, biting tone saying all the things Ike wouldn’t have dared to say out loud even if he was secretly thinking them. Or the inverse, the way he’d say Ike’s name and look away to hide his smile after Ike promised him a gift from one of the shops. 

He always acted like he didn’t like or want gifts, but Ike always noticed how tightly he held anything that was given to him, enough to turn his knuckles white. Even if it was uncertainty over how to handle a gift, that said enough. Ike would keep giving them. 

“Heat getting to you, lad?”

Ike blinked, looking up at the guard captain who’d hired him. “I’ve handled worse.” 

“No need to strain yourself,” the captain replied. “Take a break. Go get some water. The best warrior in the world is no use if he’s dehydrated.” 

True enough. Ike nodded his thanks, ducking into the nearest alley. There was a quiet, shaded courtyard back here, with a little decorative fountain bubbling cool water from an underground cistern. Not exactly meant for drinking water, but perfectly fine for splashing over his face and the back of his neck to take the edge off the heat. 

He was doing exactly that when the sensation of being watched crept over him. There had been various sets of eyes on him since he arrived—some appraising and some wary, and between the two, he preferred the latter. As long as he wasn’t being yelled at to leave, then… 

“I thought it was you.” 

Oh. That voice… 

A smile had split its way onto Ike’s face by the time he turned around to see Soren’s slight figure standing under the shadow of a tiled awning. He’d drawn up a hood over his dark hair, normally one of the only parts of him uncovered by muted fabric, while his arms were bare. Even the lower part of his legs were uncovered to offer some relief from the heat. 

“Soren!” Ike shook his head to clear the loose droplets of water from the ends of his hair as he ambled towards him. “What are you doing here?” 

“I should be the one asking you.” Soren’s arms remained folded in front of his chest, although there was a trace of a smile playing at the corner of his mouth. “You knew I was away researching. You…” 

“Guard duty at the festival,” Ike explained. “I’m on break right now.” 

Soren’s eyebrow raised, and his arms unfolded so he could reach out a curious hand towards Ike; his fingers found their way to the sheer fabric on Ike’s shirt, following a defined ridge of muscle before dropping away. “ Guard duty? ” 

Only a brief touch, and Ike was forgetting how to think. He did remember to chase Soren’s hand with his own, at least, their difference in height causing him to catch his forearm before sliding down to loosely tangle their fingers. “What?” 

“Never mind.” Soren dismissed his own incomplete thought, chewing on his lip before he spoke again. “How long is this break of yours?” 

“Didn’t ask,” Ike admitted. 

Soren’s gaze turned disapproving, if mildly so. “You really are lost without your staff officer asking questions for you, hmm?” 

Well, some things didn’t need exact counts; this was one of those cases where having a good sense of how long it would take someone to get suspicious, angry, or both mattered more, and Ike considered himself decent at that guessing game. 

“So lost,” he said instead, diving in for a kiss before Soren could turn it into a lecture. 

He got a muffled noise of surprise before Soren melted into him—and in the heat, it did feel like melting, especially with both of them dressed in black that seemed to soak up the sun’s warmth. Soren’s hand around the back of his neck pulled him down, deeper, fingers dragging over the dampness from the fountain, and it was hard not to think of moments less chaste than this one. 

If he wasn’t working—if there was anywhere more private that they could escape to—damn, he’d be happy to show Soren how much he missed him, and give both of them a reason for flushed, sweaty skin that had nothing to do with desert heat. 

It was with some reluctance, then, that he pulled away to catch his breath, though he snuck a feather-light kiss to the tip of Soren’s nose along the way. 

“You should have told me you were coming,” Soren sighed, hands pulling away from Ike so he could fix his fallen hood. 

“Looks like you figured it out.” Ike gave in to the childish impulse to pull the hood down again, and pretended to be imbalanced by Soren’s answering swat. “Honestly, I didn’t even know if this was the right place. I just thought it would be fun to share stories once you came home. But now that you found me, it means I get to invite you to the festival after my shift ends.” 

“Ike…” Just the way he sounded in Ike’s imagination. Affectionate, and slightly whiny in a way Soren wouldn’t dare show to anyone else. A sign that he was going to give in to the request before he even started to protest against it. “I have no interest in festivals. You know that.” 

“I can go alone,” Ike started to offer. 

Soren cut him off with a look and reached up to adjust Ike’s cloak pin. “I didn’t say no. Just promise that I can have you all to myself for part of the night, too.” 

An easy promise to make; even in a crowd, Ike was all his. 

His pulse still quickened at the knowledge that Soren meant something else by that. As he pulled Soren’s hand up to press a kiss against his fingers, sealing his promise, he let his cheek brush against their joined hands too, wondering if Soren would feel the extra heat there. 

“All yours,” Ike assured him. “I promise.”

[lgbtlunaverse]

The world exists in such a baffling state of simultaneous sex-aversion and sex-hegemony. Every social platform on the internet is trying to banish sex workers to the shadow realm but I can't post a tweet without at least two bots replying P U S S Y I N B I O. People are self-censoring sex to seggs and $3× but every other ad you see is still filled with half-naked women. Rightwingers want queer people arrested for so much as existing in the same postal code as a child and are also drumming up a moral panic about how teenage boys aren't getting laid enough. I feel like I'm losing my mind.

[mellosdrawings]

Get BONKED!

[chloesimaginationthings]

Michael can survive (almost) anything in FNAF

[madscientistreaction]

javier ☼

[qoldenskies]

i think its so funny when people take the way donnie acts at face value even though its a horrible lie because he's a horrible liar, while understanding leo is bullshitting very well despite him actually being GOOD at bullshitting. many such cases

[crsssie]

down the neck - spencer reid x sharpshooter!reader

"Stop breathing down my neck." You huff, glancing through the scope at the unsub.

"Well, I have to lay low too, no?" Spencer frowns.

"It doesn't matter." You squint, humming. "Hit the button and ask Hotch if I can shoot. Be fast."

"Hotch, we have a clear shot."

"I have a clear shot."

"Snippy—"

"Fire."

You click your tongue, pulling the trigger once to hit the unsub's hand and a second to snipe the gun out of range as Morgan flies into the place. You watch through the scope as Spencer looks through the binoculars, and you only start to sit up when you see Morgan pull the unsub out. Then, you actually sit up and start packing up.

"Stop breathing down my neck." You huff.

"You weren't complaining when I—"

You hold a finger to your lips, pointing at your earpiece as Spencer blinks, laughing when you hear a cough in your ears from Hotch.

"Sorry."

"Need I remind you both of—"

"Nope." You puff out your cheeks, slinging the gun around to your back as Spencer raises a brow. "Actually, I think Reid needs a quick reminder. He'd love to go through another HR meeting about how we shouldn't be fraternizing with—"

"We're good, Hotch." Spencer cuts you off, rolling his eyes at you. "We'll see you back at the station."

"You're driving." You mumble, turning off your mic. "Two dollars and I'll drive. Four dollars and I'll make a stop at McDonalds."

"And for five?"

"I'll sneak in a kiss plus everything else."

"I think that can be arranged." He hums, pulling out a five as you press your lips to his, tongue swiping over your bottom lips as he chases when you pull away. You stick your tongue out teasingly as you take the five, craning your neck so that his lips would hit your neck instead. "Hey."

"I'll drop a ten if you—"

"Reid."

You laugh as Spencer jolts straight, pinching the bridge of his nose at the sound of Hotch.

"Turn off your mic next time."

"Roger that, sir."

You're too busy laughing the rest of the way back to be able to drive. (but spencer has no complaints when you hand him back the five with a chaste kiss to his lips).

[runraerun]

[zorangezest]

thanks for listening

[possuminnit]

you know it

[shaykai]

Still thinking about Gortash’s coronation and how smoothly he cuts a Durge off from their companions (and wishing we had a follow up with that)

The first words out of his mouth are that he cares about them- anybody else who remembers Durge has only distain for them, but not him- he’s happy to see them, he missed them, they’re his favorite assassin and he’s only glad to see them alive

And then he takes it a step further by providing insight into their past, something Ketheric refused to do for them- and Gortash isn’t dumb. He knows exactly how Durge’s companions will react, knows that he’s effectively outing Durge when he so easily could have pulled them to the side instead

And when their companions snap at them and refuse to look at them, Gortash is still smiling. Suddenly, he’s the nicest person in the room. Suddenly, everything is unstable and dangerous- but he likes you. He’s sitting there with open arms while the companions are rightfully so mad with Durge, but Gortash is more than happy to resume their alliance

He’s more than happy to be their sole source of comfort again, and isn’t he just so sweet for that?

[lotus-pear]

the dialogue choices in this game should be more diabolical

[mellosdrawings]

A very trustworthy duo~

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Kiss Kiss Fallen Tree!

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[chiquilines]

In honour of mha ending, have some old (and i mean OLD) miryumi scribbles i never got around to posting. They were the main characters in my heart

[nataliescatorccioapologist]

Lesbians: We want healthy queer relationships in media!

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