#my two braincells fighting over what my mouth should do

[kaijuparfait]

long ramble of me going through the venom trailer because i am insane totally normal about it

this isn't anything professional, just me spouting out random words as i run around in circles like an excited dog-

OK LET'S GO:

firstly... king please change your clothes its been years, why are you still wearing that exact same outfit???

BUT i am a sucker for the light going over and past Eddie as he walks, i just think it's so cool hehe,,

E: "You should probably know that I have a really dark and unpredictable side to me."

hmmm... i'll believe you. at first, it sounds like he's telling this to Venom, but I wouldn't be surprised if Eddie is telling this to someone else and this "dark and unpredictable side" is Venom.... Or he is telling this to Venom and Eddie just really wants to kill now which. I am ok with that, love that for them, they should be allowed to do what they want

cleanly punching off the lock via the ~ Power of Friendship ~ (or something like that)

not the dogs :( i'm assuming this is a place to hold dogs for like. dog fighting?? i think? which is terrible and those guys deserved to get their heads eaten!

E: "I'm giving you a chance, sweetie."

LET. EDDIE. KILL. everyone say thank you Tom Hardy for being Eddie cause WOAH i am. normal.

V: "Just say "when"." E: "...when."

WE'RE SO BACK its just like the "Mask!" "Copy." bit from the first movie omg we're so back, these two make me ill i love them sm

also Eddie not even flinching at the knife, most likely Venom turning off the pain (or something) but I like to think Eddie's just cool like that (these close ups of Eddie's face makes me wanna do a study on him, just draw him a million times for the fun of it, and i will! Tom Hardy is a beautiful man!)

either venom is fully acting as shoes or Eddie is wear the most busted up pair of crocs i have ever seen and both options are so great. either way- KICK! that guy is GONE you even see him slouched against the wall, surrounded by bricks in a later scene, Venom and Eddie are not messing around this movie!

I- hhhhh. ok. I'm ok. Yeah these two are NOT messing around, Eddie could not care less about these dudes, there is no hesitating, no guilt, no fear in this man's expression AND I LOVE IT <333 GET ANGRY! GET SCARY!!!

AND WE HAVE THE BOI. THERE HE IS!!! the roar sounds different too i think, it's very cool tho, feels like a shrill, higher pitch than i expected but i don't dislike it

let the dogs be free! they immediately start attacking those guys and i love it <3 doggy :3

AND EDDIE IS FIGHTING TOO WOOOOO i need to redraw all of these frame cause WHEW! making me blush with these shot compositions, so good. so much trust, Eddie knows Venom will keep him safe and jumps in! literally! i adore how Venom's head is following him too, it's so creepy, the way it just slithers through the air, I wish to send all my love to the teams who work on Venom, there are so many points from the trailer and the first 2 movies that I wanna dissect, just to point out all his little movements, very fun

speaking of his little movements- squinty eyes :3 and the half venom, half eddie face again! always a win, forever iconic <3

tearing apart this venom scene OK! the little tendrils by Eddie's face, the way they move around is so UGH its so weird and i adore it! This "pose" is also fun because we really get to see the inside of Venom's mouth, most importantly his teeeeeth, in a long, pretty still shot that isn't when his mouth is wide open, the artist in me is loving it

also the team always does an amazing job on just making Venom look alien- the thick veins, the shiny black skin, and the tendrils that are holding up the bad guy split apart, instead of being just one tentacle, very gross, but in a good way

E: "We.. are..-" V: "WE ARE VENOM!" E: "We.. are..-" V: "VENOM!!" E: "No.."

They share one braincell, holy fudge, I love symbrock fjdkslfjsdk

and Eddie just keeps trying! same tone, same level, and Venom is so excited

V: "Oh!"

(I also love these shots because we get a nice close up of how Venom's mouth moves when pronouncing words)

E: "Yeah.. We.." V: "We.." E + V: "are... Venom." E: "...We really need to work on that."

and they get there eventually lmao, the way they say it is so in sync, even the eye movements are the same, how they open wider, and THE VOICES hhhh the voices.,,.. Tom Hardy is such a good. voice actor? in this sense ig.. i am on the ground, pure joy with how Eddie and Venom's voices overlap here

and Venom goes to town! lovely meal <3 getting a meal with the bf <3

I am LOOKING oh my goodness his mouth can open WIDE... normal feelings rn, yup, mhm!

doggy :D dog friends :D also Eddie no shot you stole that guy's shoes lmao??? nice boots tho (as someone who wears cowboy boots often, i would love to see Eddie in a full outfit.. putting that in the drawing idea list...)

V: "DELICIOUS! You take me to all the finest places!"

see! dinner date! :3 I can just hear the smile on Venom, i love when he's happy

and the world's most pathetic wet cat of a man (I say with the upmost affection) is back!

more proof that Eddie is never NOT sweating and that Tom Hardy's Eddie voice has the most confusing accent- i think he's saying

E: "Honey, I don't know."

but he could very well just be stuttering, or maybe he stopped midway and instead said "I need- I don't know." but i'm hoping they're at the point of pet names, go full comic, let Eddie call Venom "love" and "dear" and "my darling"

[Edit- thank you @.bridoesotherjunk for pointing out that he says "I need a Tylenol." i need better listening comprehension i guess??? lol?]

i don't know 100% of the Venom lore, still have tons of comics to read, so i won't talk much about the potential storyline here but- 4 SYMBIOTES!! maybe maybe maybe the Life Foundation Symbiotes... these babies got some funky colors.. they already used the name Riot but these 4 could be Lasher, Phage, Scream and Agony if i pray hard enough, the colors don't match but i can dream!

totally not emotional over this little bit of Venom that was left behind from that one after credits scene trying to bond with a host gently. yup yeah my heart isn't hurting at all!

LET MY BOY GO, HE DID NO WRONG!!!

my favorite local cryptid, what a creature

and he changed! finally! nice shirt tho, buttoned up only part way? the HAIR??? good stuff

fire seems to be a known weakness now, looking at the background, and i can't guess what they're looking up at, Eddie does speed up for it tho. I'm gonna say either a helicopter or something else they're gonna try and jump up to? Venom does go-

V: "OH SHIT"

during this scene so maybe it's one of those Symbiotes from before? Who knows, I could guess a hundred things but idk

THE WATER SCENE!! FROM THAT ONE BEHIND THE SCENES PHOTO TOM HARDY POSTED!!!

Venom in the last bit and Eddie being just himself if the first portion of these clips show that these guys 100% know what they're doing and have some sort of device (shown in the right image) that is capable of doing some crazy damage to Venom! Which! Oh no!!! I enjoy fight scenes underwater tho (Looks at Godzilla), very hyped for this one, I really wanna see how Venom swims. Yeah that sounds a bit weird but like. no way he's swimming like a human, c'mon now

E: "We are living the dream, my friend V: "You mean it?!" E: "NO."

Can't get over Venom's delivery here, he sounds so genuinely, it made me laugh, especially to how exhausted Eddie sounds lmao

LAS VEGAS??? y'all guessed right, they really are gonna get married in vegas,,

Eddie in a suit, HELLO??? my guy is looking snazzy! really tho, he looks so nice a suit, the BLACK AND WHITE suit? perfect. I saw people saying that they hope that Venom is the suit and just. me too..

MRS. CHEN RETURNS omg this cast are all so <333 she is GORGEOUS that dress is beautiful on her AND HER HAIR Mrs. Chen my beloved

Mrs. Chen sounds so happy to see Eddie, and Venom also very excitedly say hi, my heart is going to burst, it is overflowing, this part of the trailer makes me smile so much AND THEN THEY DANCE WITH EACH OTHER!!! I know it's called The Last Dance but I was not expecting a dance with Mrs. Chen??? I am more than ok with this tho, Venom and Mrs. Chen, dancing on the stairs, they look so happy, they're having such a good time i can't, my heart can't take this <3

AND LOOK HOW THEY HOLD HER HANDS.. they... they care about each other so much i'm going to cry in the theaters- no i'm gonna cry NOW.

is that a xenophage i see??? that thing is HUGE HUH??? i fully understand Venom in this (side note, i ADORE how Venom goes "JESUS CHRIST" upon seeing this thing, the line delivery get's better every film, that was so genuine) this design is insane tho, i might spend some time doing a study on it

Toxin is here! YIPPEE!!! love the voice, thought it was Venom for a second the first time i watch this but its pretty good

I have no clue who the people are that are in this tower thing, I've seen a few theories but i ain't embarrassing myself by guessing wrong here lmao

(running out of image spaces sorry!)

in the clip of Venom walking into this lab (?) and then getting violently shot at, is it just me or does Venom seem small? I'm guessing the door is just really big but like. idk maybe i'm just mixing up my Venoms and thinking that he's not as big as I remember

really quick cut of what may be 2 more Symbiotes like the 4 from earlier? maybe they're the same and are just changing colors, maybe they're new, who knows! I love their colors tho, the one on the right (in the clip) looks like it's blue and pink and i think that's cute

Xenophage breaks into this lab, love that for her, she is still terrifying!

E: "We may not make it out of this alive, buddy."

haha what do you mean by that king?

V: "Eddie... the time has come..."

HAHA PAUSE. uhm. he said the same thing last time at the end of Let There Be Carnage and Eddie didn't let him go but, istg, IF THEY DIE AT THE END OF THIS MOVIE. i know its the last of the trilogy BUT THEY DON'T NEED TO DIE, SONY, MARVEL, DON'T DO THIS TO ME. i am going cry violently at the writers... i don't think i will ever stop crying if they die at the end

they're in this busted up helicopter, already intriguing, but when it zooms in on Eddie's face, he's tearing up??? this movie is checking off every emotion, i need to remember to stay hydrated before i go see it, i will cry so much

I don't even think i'll be able to handle just one of them dying, the end of the first movie made me tear up the first time i saw it, and that was before i was as insane about them as i am now, i will be UNWELL in the theater

And last but certainly not least. HORSE VENOM WOOOOOO

the design for this things is insane, i didn't think i'd ever wanna draw a horse in my life but like.. kinda changing my mind ngl (weird detail, Venom horse has hands and feet and not hooves!)

E: "Be honest with me, how fast do you think you can make that thing go, without killing it?" V: "..ONLY ONE WAY TO FIND OUT!"

Venom sounds a bit muffled in this clip which makes it a bit more funny to me, i won't lie. Eddie is hanging on FOR HIS LIFE THOUGH, geez i know he said "how fast" but Eddie gets LAUNCHED OFF VENOM when they go over that cliff. fun reference to the first movie, how Venom grabs onto Eddie as he flies up, like on the motorcycle <3

this horse scene has to be earlier on because Eddie is in The Outfit and is also not wearing shoes??? i refuse to believe he'd put it back on, and in the helicopter-"it is time" clip, Eddie is wearing that white shirt, which looks like the undershirt to the suit (maybe) so the Las Vegas scene happens before them running from the explosion/fire.

oh right, the song that's playing? Space Oddity by David Bowie? yeah it's about an astronaut dying along in space.... which... is not very comforting...

god this trailer makes me so hyped, October cannot come faster i need this movie NOW. please.

man the trailer is kinda confusing, i'm already making guesses on where things happen and what the context could be, but literally anything could happen in this film. there are so many things that just don't make sense yet and it's hurting my brain I JUST WANNA KNOW! are those new Symbiotes or not? What even is the plot? Will Eddie and Venom profess their love to each other? Will Sleeper be real? How many times will this movie make me cry? Only time will tell

...and it's only the first trailer! head so full of thoughts, heart so full of emotions!

[lordsukunas]

baby, it’s our love.

tldr: megumi has to put up with (idiot) you and idiot bf!yuuji while debating whether or not water is wet. oh and yuuji is madly in love w u <3

cw: none tbh, it’s just a buncha fluff. black coded!reader, btw.

a/n: happy yuuji!!! i luv bf!yuuji fluff bc hes just so cuter patooter and doesnt deserve the hell gege is putting him thru rn. trying out (kinda) fancy layout stuff, not quite sure if i got the hang of it yet lol :p anyway, i hope yall enjoy this lil drabble!

megumi might actually pop a blood vessel.

“for the last time, water isn’t wet.” he pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs. “water makes other things wet, so it can’t make itself wet.”

“that’s stupid,” you say, chewing on a starburst, and there’s so much confidence in your voice that it makes megumi want to shake some sense into you. “water isn’t dry, so it gotta be wet.”

okay, well, you’re helpless.

“you do know that it can be neither, right?” he mutters before looking over at yuuji, who’s currently unwrapping a now and later. “please say you actually have common sense and agree with me.”

your boyfriend pops the piece of candy into his mouth and hums in thought. maybe, just maybe, yuuji has the extra braincell today...

but then, the other boy shakes his head, and megumi’s hopes are popped like a balloon. “nah. water definitely gotta be wet, ‘cause it isn’t dry.”

... there’s no way two people can be this dumb.

megumi drags a hand down his face. what happened to opposites attract?

you, on the other hand, press a kiss to yuuji’s cheek and smirk. “see! yuu gets it.” the tips of his ears burn hot, and even though it’s been a few weeks since the two of you have begun dating, he still can’t subdue the butterflies in his stomach.

“y-yeah...”

megumi kisses his teeth. “what? itadori’s grades are worse than yours.”

you scoff. “and? grades aren’t everything, fushiguro, you should know that. my boyfriend is super smart and amazing, so not too much on him.”

the dark-haired boy glances between the both of you, and, suddenly, he feels like sisyphus.

clearly, both of you are helpless.

“idiots,” megumi states, and gets out of his seat before pushing the chair in. you can practically feel the annoyance rolling off of him in waves as you watch him leaves.

“see ya later, fushiguro!” yuuji calls, his sentence punctuated by the door slamming shut.

it’s silent until he hears your poorly stifled snickering. yuuji’s eyes seem to have a mind of their own because they slide right over to meet yours, and before he can stop himself, he’s bursting into a fit of giggles right along with you.

and, woah, you’re gorgeous.

the whole water debate disappears into the back of his mind, and yuuji’s giggles trail off as he stares at you.

the corners of your eyes are crinkled, your full lips are curved upward into a grin that sends an arrow right into his heart, and your smile lines squish your cheeks. the fading sunlight catches on your curls, outlining you in an orange glow.

everyday yuuji thinks he’s lucky to have you, but moment like these? moments where you’re happy and content and alive? god, it just doubles down on that. he wants more of these moments, he wants them for life.

if he risks megumi’s irritation? he’ll do it.

if he has to face nobara’s wrath? he’ll do it.

if he has to fight sukuna a million times to see you smile, yuuji will do it.

you mean the world to him, and you don’t even know it.

[iaminfourthwing]

The Generals Daughter

Bonus Chapter

*Liams POV*

“Say that one more time and I shall have you beheaded.”

From her tone I know that she is not lying. She will kill him if he ever says something or anything to her. Anger and fury are radiating from her figure, filling the classroom with uncomfortable tension.

I can’t believe he would say such things, especially to her considering who her father is and that he could punish him with just a snap of his finger. He is one of the most powerful men on the continent after all.

Thinking that Jack would have more braincells proved to be wrong.

I watch Arya storm out of the room when the bells ring and Professor Kaori follows her figure with his eyes, still looking pale and worried. He pivots and faces Barlowe, fury taking over his face.

“How dare you insult another cadet like that? And a Melgren after all! You have no idea what you have done. You should be careful with your words and actions, Cadet, before she’ll take revenge. Her threat wasn’t just a threat … she is capable of things you can’t even imagine. She is just as powerful without her father breathing down her neck. This threat was a promise” he finishes his lecture.

If this whole situation wouldn’t be so serious and fucked up, I would laugh out loud about Jacks fearful expression.

I gather my things and walk out in the hallway, coming face to face with Xaden, Garrick, Bodhi and Imogen, all of them looking confused down the hallway. Xaden notices me first, his brows hitting his hairline, curiosity in his eyes.

“What happened that Melgren was literally sprinting down the corridors with nothing but rage radiating from her?” my wingleader asks.

“Barlowe” I say, noticing said cadet steps out of the classroom, finding my glaring eyes watching him. He flinches slightly and scrambles down the hallway. “What did he say?” Imogen asks with a furrow of her brows.

“That no dragon would choose her on their own because she is ‘pathetic’ and General Melgren would manipulate Threshing or his dragon will threaten some of the other dragons to choose her as their rider” I whisper so other cadets doesn’t hear what happened.

Even though the most horrible man on this continent is her father, she is nothing like him. She is … nice and funny. She cares about her squad (minus Luca but she is just annoying), helping them with academics and challenges because if we’re being honest … she is incredibly tough.

My friend’s heads snap into my direction, disbelief in their eyes. “Amari, and in front of Kaori too?” Garrick asks wide eyed. I nod.

“What was her answer? Because we all know that she will never ignore such an insult” Bodhi says, crossing his arms in front of him. I chuckle nervously, rubbing my neck with one hand while trying to form the words that left the red-haired women a few minutes ago. To be honest, she impressed me with her threat and Kaori’s reaction confirmed that she meant what she said. The next time she’ll kill him.

“Uhm, you know … she said “please, say that one more time and I shall have you beheaded.””

Garrick breaks out in loud laughter, Xaden looks unbothered but I can see his mouth twitching, trying to hide his smirk. Imogen and Bodhi both chuckles. “Yeah, I can totally see her doing that” Garrick still laughs while shaking his head.

“Well, Kaori confirmed that the threat was actually a promise and that none of us has any idea what she is capable of.” My words seem to get them to think.

“I mean” Xaden begins “she carries herself with a lot of confidence.”

“Yeah, we saw in assessment what she can do and that it doesn’t matter how tall or buff her opponent is. She is a beast on the mat, and I am pretty sure she even could take us down or at least hold the fight for as long as possible.” the section leader says, looking at my older foster brother.

“I still can’t believe she took that guy out with only two punches” Imogen mutters, reliving the memory in her head.

I still remember how we all stared dumbfound and in disbelief at her when she took down her opponent in assessment. Two punches- one on the nose, one in the upper cheek/jaw, and then he went down. Unconscious.

“We need to be careful with her being around. I best believe that the general has something to do with her being assigned to Fourth Wing. She has to observe us, I am sure about that. What we are doing. I will not risk anything so be careful and take care. She is dangerous!” Xaden orders while we make our way to today’s challenges.

And while Xaden will punch me for this in foreseeable future, I actually want to get to know her more, what her history is.

Looking over my friends I notice Bodhi is lost in his thoughts, a closed off look adorning his face. I know he finds her as interesting as I do, maybe even more because she is gorgeous and his type after all. But he would risk everything they build up over these past months and years by getting involved with her like that.

All I want is to find out what’s the deal with her and then I’ll call it a day. Hopefully.

[koaly-ty]

Different Princess (Episode Reacts)

Spoilers for Different Princess from episode 18 to 20. Tis what this review covers. Expect nothing and be not disappointed.

Ep 18

bestie stands disapproving of you rescuing your traitor wife (fish guy needs an award for all those exasperated frustrated im done with this looks, also a promotion to eternally disappointed in you bestie)

so much shoving

dont suck it out dont suck it out (chants frantically) please dont please please please nooo, eternally frustrated bestie why did u have to say that, u r a doctor do not make such terrible incomplete medical statements, lovesick people have very different interpretations of such matters

nooooooooooooooooooooooooooo (cries, not in a goood way, in a very sad utterly done with these people way)

also doctor thank you for stating that like you thought it was gonna stop him, or be retained in the memory of any of these people

now they are going to kiss feed her and fight over that (facepalm)

bro u should atleast be awake to appreciate all these tropes going on over your head (and on your neck)(he makes a nice vampire, perfect amount of agony on his face while attacking her neck)

please just end me

i cant do this

gongye qi i am so sorry for you and i respect you, i would have left the continent by now

and they have music, background music for the medicine mouth to mouth (sinking into the ground, im never coming back)

also bro u r the prettiest in the room, why didnt they give you more space for your faint, why such a cramped fall (so disappointed)

bro you need to get paid, forget brotherhood of revenge, your bestie has clearly decided to lose every single one of his braincells

what they cant share the medicine, mouth to mouth, it just all perfectly pours into the other person's mouth?

wrong word. u r a physician not a saint

bro changed his hairstyle (hello zhao yunlan)

bestie mad about it

such a im a big tough guy nice stoic pose (rolls eyes) could look a little less constipated though

oh oh fish guy reciprocates

Female lead: i will not believe these villains but of course they have explained their side of the matter and i may have misunderstood them (lies on floor, what logic is she on)

Ep 19

secretary du u have an exemplary work ethic

new robes new hairstyle bro got a full makeover

and how do u not know he is gentle? he carried you out there while running from pursuers, caught you before you could fall etc etc

he smiled!!!!! (who are you)

proud man applauding his brilliant wife's achievements (so cheesy, pauses to stave off the second hand embarrasment, does not succeed)

lady realises son is still after his bro's wife (aishh)

bestie accepts his in-law

everybody get up give this princess a standing ovation, ostrich (accurate, died laughing)

well now we have two matchmakers for her main couple

i did not just read goo-goo eyes (my eyes oh my eyes my eyes)

bury head in book why not

Ep 20

bro u wrote him, what do u mean since when do u understand each other so well

look who is jealous (smirky face)

secretary du, are u scratched, u r the assassin arent you

im dead sorry, look at him, look at that man staring so adoringly at his wife

ive passed away…………………………..ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh (insert more incoherent screaming) proposed, he proposed (more screaming) bro is totally on full husband mode

and here is the obligatory mid-autumn festival scene, every single drama has it huh lanterns wonder and adoring looks

sorry bro your automated script lines are not gonna reach those ears tonight

oh no that male lead is gonna confess his love to her isnt he? bro u know she's ur bro's, why do u persist so futiley

yao yao adorable as always

ah hah mid autumn festival, the holder of all the all cliche cheesy and embarrasssing romantic scenes of dramas

yao yao is the general's kid

murder bro u cant flirt and reciprocate and then suddenly have a moral dilemna, the dilemna should be before you throw yourself in

princess (give her a standing ovation), forget your brothers, u would be the best queen on the throne, she is every self-insert's dream, a pro at wrapping her man around her fingers

okay look here bro, u betrayed your murder bestie for your wife, now you who recycle your outfits has gone and gotten a new outfit to tell your bestie off for falling in love, he hasnt even betrayed you

i can give them a chance, if (insert pointy finger) u agree to marry me, admit to being my wife etc etc

bro u could have called him delusional, u could have pretended u had so many options instead u stood there like a goldfish and admitted it, then u blame him (slaps hand onto forehead)

get off my screen and flirt you terrible cringy creature, even ur servants are in on this (wriggles fingers at screen, shoo shoo)

so du has been replaced by someone else, and no one noticed? poor guy :(

[noyoucannotpushthevoid]

Edibility of First Edition DnD Monsters (Part A for medical reasons*)

I don't have a 5th edition monster manual lol. I only have monster manuals for 1e dnd and 1e pathfinder. And migraines do weird fucking shit to my brain "Monster" is used loosely. You'll catch on to why quickly I'm sure lol. First edition is WILD. I'll also say here: just because I think something would be tasty or easy to eat does not mean I think it's moral. And their ratings will reflect that :)))). Also, I am a passible cook and don't like to try new things, so a lot of this is just my assumptions. Finally, these rating are based on a person eating one of these “monsters” in a situation in which they have access to other food and do not need to eat these “monsters” for survival

 These "monsters" will be rated on 4 criteria: Edibility, Effort, Taste, and Morality. Edibility, Effort, and Taste will be ranked on 1 to 10 scales, and Morality on a 1 to 5 scale. All these ratings will be added together, the final number will be its final rating, meaning the closer it is to 35, the more edible I deem it to be Edibility (how easy to consume is this creature?): 1 = you're going to be breaking some teeth if you try. 10 = real easy, super easy to eat Effort (how much effort has to go into either getting the edible parts of the given "monster" or preparing the edible parts of said "monster"): 1 = So much effort, probably a DC of at least 20. Definitely time consuming. 10 = a baby could do this. Less than minimal effort needed Taste (What it says on the tin, what I think the "monster" tastes like and whether I think it would taste good (very subjective, but I'll do my best to look at it from the perspective of someone much more willing to experiment)): 1 = you'll probably be vomiting before you even put the thing in your mouth. 10 = mmmmmm, even I'll give it a try Morality: (how moral is it to eat this "monster"?): This is also where the number sequence gets reversed. 5 = don't lose sleep over it. 1 = if it's not already, what your doing should be considered a crime. This is extremely immoral, what the fuck

The "A"s: Aerial Servant (a semi-conscious subtype of the Air Elemental. It's typically not seen on the Material Plane, a) because they're literally invisible here and b) they need to be summoned. When summoned it's to accomplish a task set out by the summoner, if distracted from said task they are known to become incredibly hostile, especially towards its summoner) Edibility: 10 (it is literally just air) Effort: 10 (breathe too hard nearby it and you've effectively consumed it. absolutely no effort is required) Taste: 5 (it's air. I don't know what else to say. it's air from the elemental plane of air, I'm not sure these things even come with a scent) Morality: 3 (upgraded from 2 because I kind of pity how easily it is to eat. And it's like me frfr, I too get hostile when I can't remember what I was doing due to someone interrupting. That being said, it is still pretty much just concentrated air with half a braincell to a) follow orders and b) get mad) Final Rating: 28/35

Anhkheg (big, armored worm with fly eyes and mandibles. Green because I like the Pathfinder coloring better to the brown and pink flesh tones of 1e dnd. They also have two antennae. They are burrowing creatures whose ideal habitat is farmland that borders a forest. Can and will spit all of the acid in their stomach at chosen prey) Edibility: 4 (have you ever eaten an earth worm? I haven't but I've carried enough around in my hands to assume that they don't have a very good mouth feel. An Anhkheg is basically a giant earth worm-like creature with a shell. Not a pleasant experience to eat) Effort: 6 (You've got to crack that shell somehow first (after battling it because they obviously won't go down without a fight and are known to snack on humanoids every once in a while, putting you in the "prey" category in their mind). AC in 1e dnd is only a 2, and in 1e pathfinder it's a 16, so not the hardest shell to crack) Taste: 6 (grassy, acidic. My previous notes say, "like good dirt". I think it would taste decent in moderation, likely included in side dishes to add an acidic and contradictory flavor to a meal) Morality: 4 (it's a dog eats dog world with this shit. They will not hesitate to eat you, so you should not hesitate in kind) Final Rating: 20/35

Giant Ant (Again, what it says on the tin) Edibility: 7 (people eat small ants with ease, I assume giant ants are no different, just bigger and probably can't be baked into cookies or dipped in chocolate. I will leave it to other people to figure out how to serve them. This rating is also boosted due to the arguments of several of my close friends. The primary one being: big = lots more ant meat) Effort: 2 (ants are practically invincible, I'm not even looking at the provided ACs because neither will do justice to just how hard to kill these fuckers are. If I seem to have a personal vendetta against them, I do. Every house I've lived in has had a major ant infestation and, while I'm fine with them outside, they're pretty rad. I don't like waking up with one crawling across my face. The other reason is the house I lived in when I was a toddler not only had chronic ant infestations, but they were fire ant infestations and I still do not forgive those ants for biting me) Taste: 6 (my brother ate them as a kid, alas he doesn't remember how they tasted so I don't know if it was good. That being said people eat them for a reason, so I have to deduce that they probably taste pretty okay. The internet says they taste like cracked pepper, which is good in moderation. They can be used as a seasoning I guess. And crushed up, I mean, they probably look like black pepper too) Morality: 5 (you kill one, seven will replace it. You will never make a dent against and ant army. I don't think you should actively go and try to exterminate them if they aren't doing you any harm. On the other hand I don't think you should really be wracked by guilt for killing one or two) Final Rating: 20/35

Ape (1e dnd offers two types. They are as follows:)   Gorilla (just your average everyday ape. They are non-aggressive and just wish to be left alone. They won’t hurt you so long as you don’t hurt them. they will fight back if cornered, but will also run away at the first available opportunity) Edibility: 4 (apes have a lot of muscle. Therefore, their meat is likely very tough)    Effort: 3 (they don’t want to be caught and trying to find them in on their home turf is going to take you weeks)                         Taste: 2 (I don’t even want to try and imagine how they taste)           Morality: 1 (bestie, what the fuck. It’s not cannibalism per say, but it certainly feels close enough)                                     Final Rating A: 10/35

            Carnivorous (according to 1e dnd, they are the cunning natural predators of humans. Buff. Will hunt you down and take pleasure in your suffering) Edibility: 3 (probably even more muscular than a regular ape)   Effort: 6 (surprisingly it’s less effort, but probably because if you ran into one of them it’s because they’ve been stalking you. In other words, they’ll come right to you, you just have to best them in combat)                         Taste: 2 (I’m good, thank you) Morality: 1 (I can see the excuse for killing one in self-defense. I see no excuse aside from the direst of circumstances to eat one of them. And as previously mentioned, this rating is based off someone in a regular circumstance with access to other food. I don’t care that they’re a human’s natural predator, you don’t need to go as far as to eat it) Final Rating B: 12/35 Overall Final Rating: 11/35

Axebeak (prehistoric ostriches with sharpened toucan beaks. They’re extremely fast. They are exclusively daytime hunters) Edibility: 10 (if we’re going on the assumption that because they resemble ostriches so much they must be similar to eat, then yea, these are quite the popular poultry) Effort: 4 (good luck catching one of them) Taste: 7 (People say ostriches taste like lean beef, which, as someone who barely eats meat, is the inferior type of beef but still tasty to most people who eat meat) Morality: 3 (poultry. But also prehistoric and definitely considered at least at risk of becoming endangered) Final Rating: 24/35

*I've been looking at a screen far longer than someone who's only upright due to painkillers should be. It's kind of making me nauseous, but I digress

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The Witcher Headcanon (Modern AU) - Fighting - Bonus Scene Part 2

Geralt heard Yennefer's sleep rough voice go from barely coherent to fully awake (and very loud) the second she heard him say "It's Jaskier, he's been in a fight..." And she had lots of questions.

And apparently "I don't know, Yen, getting the sh*t beat out of him?" was not an acceptable answer to "What was he doing in a fight, Geralt?" He wondered how long it would take her to locate them and set up a portal. Maybe he had a few hours left to enjoy life...

Geralt made one more phone call. "Lambert, get Eskel. I've got a favor to ask you. I need you to pick up...somebody. At the back of the Forking Good Time. Yes, the one with the sh*tty a** food Yen made us try." He gave them no further explanation.

He headed toward the back of the van, hearing Jaskier start making distressed sounds. The pain meds must have finally worn off, and now he was probably having a nightmare.

Jaskier whimpered in his sleep, crying for Geralt and Yennefer, and twitching. Geralt reached the bed and felt his heart clench uncomfortably with a tangle of strong emotions. Jaskier had one hand tangled in his blanket, and the other...

Geralt lightly bruhsed his fingertips against his hand, and then paused. He'd never seen Jaskier do that before. His go to soothing method was what he jokingly referred to as Blankie Therapy. Never had he ever seen him try to soothe himself like this.

It made Geralt's heart ache. And it made him feel an all consuming rage towards the person who'd caused this.

Geralt was just going to leave him alone and let him have whatever small comfort it brought him, but then he smelled the blood. He looked a little closer and saw the blood that had dripped from the corner of his mouth. He'd dislodged the blood clots from the empty sockets in his gums and they were bleeding again.

Geralt gently took Jaskier's hand and slowly eased his thumb out of his mouth. He diluted some more Swallow and used a finger to rub it over his gums to stop the bleeding. Jaskier shifted with a groggy grumble of protest. Geralt lightly rubbed the back of his shoulder until he settled down.

He went outsided to pace, feeling angry and helpless. D**n that b**tard!

Geralt's angry pacing was interrupted by Yennefer stepping through the portal she'd opened. The sorceress was carrying her old cat plush, Sammy, and carrying a small bag of supplies. She had obviously not bothered to get dressed as she was wearing one of Geralt's old t-shirts, and the pair of Jaskier's boxers that had been missing for weeks. He wasn't going to be getting them back anytime soon. Once Yennefer stole an article of clothing, you could kiss it goodbye forever.

Geralt wasted no time dragging her into the van. Yennefer's eyebrows furrowed and she tenderly touched Jaskier's hand much the same way Geralt had done when she saw him trying to soothe himself. "My poor Julek...what did he do to you?" she whispered softly.

She sat on the edge of the bed and laid her hand on Jaskier's bruised cheek.

"Why is he so warm?" she asked, noting that Jaskier was warmer than he should have been, but not shivering as if he had a fever.

"I...gave him some Swallow."

"You gave him what?! Are you trying to kill him?"

"I diluted it! The bleeding in his kidney was getting worse." Geralt responded defensively.

"So you thought poisoning the poor thing would be better?"

"I swear, every time I leave you two alone for more than five minutes, all your braincells deactivate and you almost kill yourselves!"

"Was that a You're-absolutely-right-Yennefer-we're-idiots 'hm', or was that a Go-f**k-yourself-Yennefer 'hm'? It f**king better have been a Your're-absolutely-right-Yennefer-we're-idiots 'hm'!"

"What's this band-aid on his arm?"

"I gave him a shot of midazolam for the pain and to calm him down-" Geralt began.

"You know he hates needles, you absolute prick! Please tell me you didn't hold him down! You better not have held him down, Geralt! Or you and I are going to have words!

"That 'hm' didn't convice me at all!. You better start using your words right f**king now-!"

Jaskier woke with a thin whine, rolling onto his back with a wince. "YEn..." He whimpered when he saw her, and tried to sit up, reaching for her.

"Shhhh, Lark. It's okay." she said, instantly forgetting about hen-pecking Geralt in favor of carefully laying Jaskier back down. "I'm here, I'm here!" she said, brushing the backs of her fingers over his cheek. "Let me take a look at you." She closed her eyes and focused her magic. She clucked her tongue.

She let him hold Sammy while she started with healing the gash on the back of his head. The missing teeth would have to wait, but she did press healing magic into the empty sockets to help them heal, and keep them from becoming infected.

Her hands were gentle as she ran them over his chest and down his ribs, sweeping away much of the pain and some of the bruising.

Jaskier shuddered, biting back a grunt and squeezing Sammy tighter as Yennefer lightly rested her fingers on his subluxated ribs. She made quiet shushing sounds to him and the pain faded. He felt the ribs click back into place. There was a little discomfort, but it wasn't as painful as it had been a few hours ago.

"Sit up, Starling, so I can get the ones on your back."

Jaskier sat up with Geralt's help, ribs still sore, and put his arms around Yennefer's neck, leaning his head on her shoulder and clinging.

"He was waiting outside the restaraunt. I don't know what his problem was, but he had it out for me... He tried to hit me, but he kept missing..."

Geralt smiled, imagining what the guy's face must have looked like when Jaskier started doing his bumbling dodging routine.

"I ran, thinking I could get away, but..." Jaskier paused with a pained moan as Yennefer's hand found a particularly tender rib. "He was fast. He-he caught me and dragged me into the alley... He wouldn't stop hitting me, Yen," he said, voice trembling.

"It's alright, dear heart." she whispered, running her hands gently over the ribs in his back as he fought back tears. She could feel him shake, and feel his heart pounding in his chest. She tightened her arms around him.

Jaskier was sobbing now, pressing his face into Yennefer's shoulder "He was going to call more Vipers to come play too, b-but I knocked the phone out of his hand...and he got p*ssed... He slammed me into the wall, and...I didn't know what else to do, so I-I... I knifed him."

A Witcher?! Geralt was going to say something, but his phone rang. It was Lambert. He turned to go to the front of the van to answer the call. Yennefer put her hands on Jaskier's shoulders when he reached for Geralt as he walked away to answer his phone.

There was a look of near panic in Jaskier's eyes as he grabbed at the Witcher, tying to stop him from leaving, crying and begging him not to go. Yennefer gently pulled his hands off Geralt's sleeves, whispering soothingly to him. "He's not leaving, my love, he's not leaving!"

Geralt hated to pull away, but he had to answer his phone. He paused long enough to pat the Bard's cheek reassuringly, before moving away. Jaskier watched him anxiously, not even realizing that he'd put his thumb back in his mouth.

Yennefer put her hand on his cheek, gently turning his face towards her. "It's okay, Julek. He's right there. He'll be right over in a minute." She murmured. Her hands started stroking over his arms and shoulders, trying to relax him.

Jaskier looked at Geralt, nervously watching him sitting in the driver's seat. Yennefer gathered him into her arms, not saying a word. Her heart twisted painfully as she listend to him suck his thumb.

Yennefer was deeply worried about Jaskier's mental and emotional state. He had never sucked his thumb before, and the amount of distress he must be in to turn to that type of regressive behavior as a soothing method greatly concerned her.

What unsettled her more was that he was so distressed that he was beyond the point of caring if anyone saw him.

Yennefer ran her fingers through Jaskier's hair as she whispered to him softly in his head while she impatiently waited for Geralt to come back.

"You said we were picking up a body. You didn't say it was going to be a f**king snake, and that he was going to still be alive, Geralt!"

"He's still alive?"

"Yeah. He's got four stab wounds and he's bleeding all over my seats! Why the h*ll didn't you just run him through properly?"

Because I wasn't the one who stabbed him. It was Jaskier. And it was probably hard for him to stab him 'properly' while the ar*ehole was beating the f**king sh*t out of him!

Geralt heard Lambert growl and Eskel ask what was going on. He heard Lambert snarl "This f**ker hurt Songbird!", then "I told you I smelled him in the alley, Lambert! F**k! Some of that blood was his!"

They started quarreling until Geralt snarled at them to shut up. "You want us to cut his throat-!" Eskel began, only for Geralt to snap "No! That f**ker is mine! I have my location turned on. Bring him here now!"

Geralt ended the call and sat back down on the edge of the bed. Jaskier leaned into him, letting him hold him against his chest while Yennefer stroked his side.

"Shhh, I've got you, Julek." Geralt murmured, and was surprised when Jaskier wrapped his free arm around him and grabbed a handful of his shirt.

Yennefer was usually the one he went to when Blankie Therapy wasn't enough. She was so soft with him, and her motherly older sister vibe always put him at ease.

But right now, Jaskier needed Geralt. He was scared and shaken, and he needed to feel like he was safe. Geralt was not as good at being soft like Yennefer, but he was good at being a fierce protector and being a solid, physical presence. Geralt tightened his arms around him as much as he could without causing him pain.

" I'm sorry I wasn't there, but I won't let anyone ever do that to you again." Geralt promised softly, draping Jaskier's blanket over his shoulders. He let him lean on him, silently holding him and rocking gently until he felt and heard his rapidly beating heart slow.

Jaskier pulled his thumb out of his mouth as the tension eased and he started to feel less anxious. He gave a contented hum and put his other arm around the Witcher. Geralt rubbed his jaw and cheeks over Jaskier's head, like a wolf scent marking a pack member, while Yennefer smiled but said nothing.

When Jaskier had calmed down Geralt put him on his belly on the bed, so Yen could take care of the injured kidney. She was just laying her hand over the bruise, when Geralt heard the approaching vehicle. Eskel and Lambert were here.

"Stay with him, Yen," Geralt said gently to Yennefer, as he rolled up the sleeves of his shirt so he had more freedom of movement. Jaskier tensed under Yennefer's hand, rolling an anxious eye at Geralt over his shoulder.

"I won't be gone long." Geralt assured him. He stroked his hand down the back of Jaskier's head. "I'll be right back. I'm going to go make sure that b**tard and all his friends never come near you again."

Yennefer nodded and rose to give him a kiss. "Go avenge your Bard, Witcher." she whispered. "And don't make any extra work for me." she added, slapping his backside as he stepped out through the sliding door...

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underrated stevetony fics rec list (P2)

this is ridiculously late and im so sorry, but here’s part 2 of this list!!

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sweet lips on my lips (kiss like real people do).: @nethandrake

Frankly, if anyone told Tony that he’d be carried out of a burning building, well, he would’ve laughed in their faces. And if they were being extra mean about it, he probably would’ve even thrown them across the Atlantic.

After all, he’s Tony Stark. And Tony Stark always makes sure he has a safety net installed in his armor for emergencies, so it wouldn’t be out of commission before the building decided to collapse onto itself.

And yet, here he is, his armor out of commission, and being carried out of a burning building.

Carried out of a burning building by Steven Grant Rogers.

(In which Tony's from Civil War and Steve's from Infinity War. It's a problem.)

Rising: @withstarryeyes

Heat is licking up his sides and he groans, feeling his knees turn wobbly, and fumbles his way to the wall of the elevator. The metal is blessedly cool on his forehead and he sighs, eyes burning when he closes them. It’s still dark outside and every fiber of Tony’s being is telling him to go back to bed but he has work to do and plans to make and a blueprint open on his desk in the lab, Fury approved, and he can’t not do his job. So he musters all his strength and pushes off the wall when the elevator lands, ignoring his wet hacking as he moves.

He falls before he makes it to the bench, his top coated in sweat, and his eyes shutting to the whirling sensation that takes his breath away and leaves him panting in nauseated gasps. His hand shakes from where it’s planted on the ground, keeping him up.

the square root of infinity: @firebrands

steve and tony have their first fight. tony doesn't handle it well.

A Social Engagement: @finduilasclln

Written for the prompt: “This is without a doubt the stupidest plan you’ve ever had. Of course I’m in.”

Steve agrees to something without fully comprehending what it means. Modern times are confusing.

Wounds Without A Bandage: @gotthesilver

Tony burrows deeper in his blankets, squeezing his eyes shut and trying to forget the last year. Taking control of Stark Industries was one thing, even if it had been a shock to Obie and the rest of the board when Tony came of age and started dispensing of all his dad’s old cronies, but SI’s exploration team actually finding Steve? Tony deciding Steve should come live with him? Tony has regrets.

Well.

He has regrets this morning.

Before last night, the most Tony regretted in relation to Steve was not jumping him the moment it became clear all his faculties were intact and that Tony hadn’t defrosted a brain dead Captain America.

Love Like A Hunger: @gotthesilver

Pushing the door open to the bedroom, Steve pauses at what he sees. “Tony? I—”

“Surprise?”

“I—” Steve swallows, taking in the sight of Tony, blood instantly going to his cock as he looks him up and down. “You look—wow.”

Tony’s got on a damn Princess Leia outfit, gold curling around his chest and hips, with red fabric skimming over his crotch, and Steve’s brain feels like it’s shut down.

The Night Shift: @weethreequarter

Welcome to the Emergency Department of San Antonio General where Dr. Tony Stark joins the team fresh from his most recent tour in Afghanistan and - much to the consternation of the other staff - strikes up an instant rapport with Nurse Steve Rogers. Meanwhile, new resident Bruce Banner refuses to give up on his patient, and Dr. Sharon Carter learns something from her own patients. Throw in a pissed off hospital administrator, Clint using the coffee pot as a mug again, and a major car crash and you have, well, just another night shift.

the james braincell: @starklysteve

“Right. How do we get them to admit they love each other?”

In front of him, Bucky brings out a metal flask and takes a swig out of it. “Hell if I know. You’re the genius who went to MIT.”

“I studied aerospace engineering,” Rhodey rolls his eyes, “not how to get two idiots to kiss.”

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Or, Bucky and Rhodey are the braincells.

In a desperate last ditch attempt, they set Steve and Tony up for a blind date.

Steve and Tony don't know that their date is each other. But they might have a braincell of their own. Might.

the good place (is next to you): @starklysteve

“I mean,” Tony tries his best shot at breaking the tension, “if you’re stuck with the wrong guy, at least I’m sexier than your real deal?”

Tony died and got sent to some sort of heaven, with Captain America as his soulmate. Except, they got the wrong Anthony Stark, and to stay in the Good Place, Tony must convince Steve to teach him how to be good.

-x-

(watching The Good Place is not necessary to understand this AU, but will help)

president captain america: @livingtheobsessedlife

He’s supposed to be campaigning to be elected as president of the United States, not pining over some billionaire he met at one of his campaign events. And yet, Steve can’t seem to get genius, philanthropist (and his newest big-time donor) Tony Stark out of his head.

come build a home out of me: @maguna-stxrk

Steve clears his throat.

“What if I went with you?” he asks nonchalantly, like his heart isn’t threatening to beat out of his ribcage.

Tony blinks a few times, looking at Steve, his mouth ajar. “As a— As my date?”

“Yeah.” Steve nods, feeling a little breathless.

“You don’t mind?” Tony furrows his eyebrows.

“I don’t. In fact, you can just tell them I’m your boyfriend. I’m sure they’ll back off, wouldn’t they?”

What.

“I— Huh?” Tony stares at him, brown eyes blown wide open.

What. What. What.

“Huh? Uh, I mean— You know, that way people will see that you have definitely moved on. Monica will see that you have moved on. Right?” Steve smiles, hoping that it masks his inner panic, because what?

Steve Rogers, what have you done?

Between Two Infinities: @/anonymous

The Titanic, 1946. Steven Grant Rogers did not think that going to war would end up with him being three times his normal size with superstrength and agility to boot, and... rich...but hey, he wasn’t complaining. Steve also didn’t expect to fall out of love- if it was even love in the first place- with the woman he was explicitly told to propose to, and instead fall for a formerly rich, formerly a playboy, still a genius, Tony Stark. Especially because, you know, it was a little tiny bit illegal, and he was supposed to be “America’s Golden Boy”, as Bucky put it.

All Tony expected out of the trip was to escape Europe with his best friend thanks to a lucky game of blackjack. He didn’t think he’d find himself having sex in the back of a car located in the cargo hold of the Titanic, or almost jumping off said ship. But that was just the life of a rogue Stark child, wasn’t it? At least Peggy was nice. Her dad, not so much.

A Thief Like Tony Stark: @dontholdthiswarinside

Tony is a high ranking criminal, known for his talent to disappear. Steve is a disillusioned soldier who needs some cash.

And some people will always be heroes, no matter what they do for a living.

The Things We Can’t Unsee: @/orphan-account

The mission was simple: get in, gather information, get out. Of course, Steve never really expected the enemy to follow this plan. One way or the other, something was bound to happen. They were the Avengers, after all. Nothing ever went easy for them.

What Steve didn’t expect was it going as far as it did; he didn’t expect having to make a decision that nobody should have to make.

Now Bucky’s lying there, bloody and dying all because of him, and Natasha’s poisonous words keep ringing in his head. Thinking about the ring he carries with him every day, Steve knows she’s right.

He’d never be able to make that call if it were Tony.

The Last Barman Poet: @nativemossy

Tony wasn't expecting anything more than dealing with a tequila-drunk Clint and a slightly wrinkled suit on this trip to Mexico. He got plenty more than he bargained for when he catches the eye of a handsome vacationer at the swim-up bar. Tipsy shenanigans ensue.

[dokifluffs]

Game Night Dispute | Kuroo Tetsuro

Pairing: Kuroo X Reader (female) ft. Bokuto, Akaashi, and Kenma

Genre: i tried to be funny so.. i leave you to judge it tehe

Request: “Can I request Kuroo and his s/o arguing because of misunderstood and they apologize” 

Author’s Note: i didn’t really wanna make it angsty so I tried to find like funny misunderstandings so this is basically just Kuroo and you clowning each other 

you never thought game night with the bois were going to be the end of you 

but here you were 

You all gathered at Kenma’s place every weekend for a game night to blow off steam and just have fun as all friends 

“kuroo, for the third time, you CAN’T PUT A +2 on a +4!” you called out your boyfriend sitting beside you at the table 

akaashi and kenma really wanted to just *thanos snap* and get dusted than sit another round through you two’s bickering 

“Huh? Why not? They’re both plus’! Just accept it and draw your six cards”

“But it doesn’t matter!” You set your cards down and turned your body to him and he did the same 

Bokuto watched the intense drama about to unfold, adding more flames to the fire with his irrelevant comments and pokes at both of you 

“It doesn’t matter that they’re both plus’; a plus four means you take four cards and then continue playing on based on the color the person who put down the wild card said,” you huffed, taking a firm stance and you weren’t going to lose 

“Y/N, baby, my princess. I love you so much but you’re so wrong,” he raised his voice, a smile breaking out on both of your faces, unbelieving at each other 

“Oh my god, no i’m not!” You called, your eyes widening to your permanent bed head boyfriend

“Baby, we’ve played this so many times like this, why are you calling me out on it now?” he raised his arms and his shoulders, talking with his hands 

catch these handsss

Kenma began to scroll through his phone, setting down his own cards so he wouldn’t have to listen to this pointless argument

he’s not trying to lose his braincells 

Your jaw hung slack, mouth gaping at him in disbelief 

“Kenma put down a +4 and he chose green. I added on to his plus with my +2 and chose green. It’s that simple”

he shrugged his broad shoulders as if he had won

“Tetsuro.” 

he didn’t admit it but he felt his soul leave his body a little when he heard his first name fall from your lips but sucked it back in 

he wasn’t going to lose this fight 

“That. Is. Not. How. You. Play.” you sighed calming yourself down, not even wanting to raise your voice 

“oh so you think im stupid?” he accused, pushing all your buttons

“what- when- hUH?” you mocked his voice, retaliating, making your voice sound extra nasally, it made his brow twitch 

“Bokuto-san, Kenma, would you like another slice of pizza?” Akaashi asked as if he wasn’t even in the same room as you two 

“Ooh! Could you get me two?” Bokuto’s mouth water as his setter nodded, standing

“Kenma?” 

“No thank you.”

“That’S exACTLY what YOU’Re implying, Y/N,” he huffed

“Just take your 6 cards and let’s continue you game.” now his turn to gather himself as he plucked six additional cards from the deck and slid them to you 

“Oh my-” you brought your hands to your temple as you leaned your head back, your back pressing into the couch behind you 

“yOU said it yourself! Implied! I DIDN’T IMPLY YOU WERE STUPID!” you boomed, trying your best to not raise your voice

c for effort right?

“And I’m not taking 6, you should be taking 4 and I should be taking 2!” You said as you took two and then slid the four to him 

“No U!” He placed his larger hand over yours and pushed your hand back to you but you weren’t giving up 

you pushed against his hand and the cards only made small movements from side to side on the table 

“Oo, neither of you lose!” Bokuto cheered as he pumped a fist into the air, cheering the both of you on in some sort of upside down arm wrestling game

Akaashi handed him the plate of delicious pizza, eating his own slice of cheese 

“Kuroo, Y/N is right.” Kenma finally piped up

“HAH! Suck it, nerd,” you stuck your tongue out at him as he did the same to you

“What do you mean, Kenma?”

“According to Uno themselves, you cannot stack a +2 on top of a +4″

Kuroo couldn’t believe it but he had to when Kenma pulled up his phone with the official statement 

His eyes had never read something so fast repeatedly 

 “If someone puts down a +4, you must draw 4 cards and your turn is skipped.” Kenma recited the words cooly

“Fine,” he let out a growl mixed with a huff, sticking his tongue out again at you as he returned the device to kenma 

You crossed your cards to him, passing him the four 

“Even better, I don’t even need to take 2 so you wasted your own card.” glorious victory spread through your body, your pride glowing

You rest your chin on your hand, elbow propped on the table as you smugly looked at Kuroo as he defeatedly took the deck 

“You were saying, baby?” the pet name rolled off your tongue 

“I’m sor...” he grumbled as he sorted his cards

“What was that?” you playfully cupped your ear, trying to hear better, getting kenma to sigh as he picked up his cards again as well as the others

“I’m sorry,” he cooed, brushing it all off cooly. He leaned forward, resting his forehead to yours for a brief moment, “that you couldn’t just take six cards- GAH”

You elbowed his side, getting him to scrunch his nose to you as you did to him 

“you two are children,” Kenma sighed, wishing anyone chose any other game earlier 

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[lovelytarou]

fixer upper — sero hanta

pairing: sero hanta x reader

genre: fluff

word count: 1.5k

a/n: i'm sorry this took so long, but this got longer than intended and i'm proud to announce that i am a sero simp now 🤧 part 6/7 of the event!!! also sorry for the header my braincells run out and it was p last minute, this is also not proofread

having sero as your lover has been amazing. he's a gentleman, he's patient with you, he understood you, and most of all he cares for you more than he liked to admit. 

your relationship consisted of showing each other your endless affection through actions, words and in many ways you both possibly could. one of your favorites about sero's way of showing his love to you is by paying attention to the smallest disarray in you and fixing it. 

you admit that you loved it when he doted on you, fussed over you like a mother hen would. but it just shows even in the trivial things, you see that he cared. 

it made your heart race and beat wildly inside your ribcage that prisoned your restless heart whenever he does so. leaning close to you unknowingly, his breath fanning your face and mingling with yours, feeling his warmth, seeing the crease in his eyebrows as he tried to fix whatever it is he found in your physique. 

you'd thank him right after. claiming that 'you didn't notice' and proceed as if nothing happened. as if what he just did didn't make you fall for him harder and as if you didn't do it intentionally. 

that's why you took your date night as the perfect opportunity to 'test' your boyfriend and see just how far his limits go with him being caring for you. call it a little social experiment without his knowledge. it's not to take advantage of him, but more like, a challenge perhaps. 

before exiting your shared bedroom, you made sure you let one strand of hair untucked and the necklace that he gave you lie on top of your collar bones in the wrong way.

you greeted him with a smile, ready and giddy for tonight. he looked handsome as ever with his usual self. hell, he can wear whatever and you'd still find him gorgeous and breathtaking. 

“wow,” he breathed out in shock as if he just saw you for the first time. “you look stunning,” 

“thank you, you look...hot.” you complimented him back, not without your face feeling hot which he so definitely noticed. 

he stared at you in awe for a minute or two. you counted in your head, it was only a matter of time before he's unable to resist himself. the slight movement of his hand caught your eye and it was already moving to tuck the loose hair behind your ear, beaming at you with a starry gaze. 

“let's go?” he offered his arm for you to take and you both walked out of the house. 

and it was the perfect opportunity to execute the second step of the plan. it was rather chilly out that night, good thing you purposely left your coat inside the house and now as you're rubbing your arms, sero definitely noticed how you shivered in your bones. 

“i told you to always bring a jacket, my love.” he had a worried frown on his face but nevertheless, took off his own jacket and placed it on the top of your shoulders like the gentleman he is. your heart just about celebrated inside your chest at the action even though you had planned it all along. 

 his jacket and his shirts that you loved to wear even if sometimes they don't fit you, offered their services when he was busy during work and he wasn't there to cuddle you. they became your secondary source of comfort while he's away. 

“i know, but i love it when you lend me yours.” you smirked up at him, snuggling close. “plus it smells better, smells like you.” it smells like home, is what you wanted to say.

“you're lucky you're cute,” he teased, kissing your temple as you both walked towards the designated place you're going to have your date. 

it was a lovely retro looking restaurant. granted, not many people are around at that time but it's because sero may have slipped in a coin or two just so no one else will bother you. it took your breath away – the scene can only be seen from the movies or posters alike. they even have old songs playing inside the diner and the staff have uniforms that fit the theme. 

“hanta, this is amazing!” you giggled like a child on christmas. it truly was amazing, they even had their own jukebox at the corner, and the decors are what you really loved. you made a mental note to take a photo here later. 

“it definitely is,” sero mumbled back, eyes focused on you as yours roamed with newfound wonder at the place. he loved that awestruck look on your face, immortalizing it in his mind and happy that he get to be the one to put it on your beautiful visage. 

he led you both to a booth and sat down. not a moment longer, a waitress walked up to the two of you to get your orders. after that, you were both left alone as you waited. 

you stared back at sero in slight confusion, patiently waiting for him to bite into your next plan which he still hadn't noticed yet. 

that was an exaggeration, obviously, but you were thankful for this date night tonight. you were just adding a bit of spice to it per se. 

“how did you know about this place?” you attempt at small talk, anything to divert yourself from talking about your motives for tonight. you're not going to lie, you appreciated that he made time for the two of you to have a date despite him being busy all the time with his work that he barely get to squeeze in this date night without going through so many obstacles and yet here you are, analyzing him like a scientist pointing a magnifying glass on an ant. 

“oh, i once stopped here for some coffee then i thought i should probably get you here someday because this place is awesome and you definitely need to try their food!” sero enthusiastically explained, eyes sparkling in excitement as he animatedly moved his arms while talking.

on that note, the waitress was back carrying a tray of food you ordered. after thanking her, you both digged in and started eating. sero was right, their food was worth trying. 

“this is so good!” you moaned after taking mouthfuls of your burger.

“i feel like i'm in heaven,” sero added, eyes closing as he bite into his. 

“we definitely need to go back here again, babe.” their burger was like a luxury and you wanted to savor every last moment of it. your tastebuds and senses were clearly satisfied and you can't wait to go back for more. 

“wait,” he put down his burger and grabbed a few napkins. he leaned across the table to gently hold your face in place, the other holding a napkin dabbing softly at the mess you have made on yourself while eating. 

at last, he had succumbed to the next step.

fighting back a smile, you thanked him and proceeded to eat. the both of you stayed at the diner for as long as you could, mainly to not disturb the ambience you both created and because you still wanted to stay there longer with your lover.

once you're completely satisfied, you both walked out and basked in the chilly night air. sero's arm hugged you close to his warm body as you strolled peacefully as if you have all the time in the world. well it was peaceful until he turned to you with a focused expression. 

“i can't believe you'd go out looking like that,” he clicked his tongue in mock annoyance, shaking his head as he leaned closer and he finally, finally noticed the necklace that's been sitting on the wrong way dangling on your neck. 

you can't help the smile stretching your lips at his kind act, letting him do his thing. his soft, gentle fingertips arranging the cold metal of his initial on your neck before sliding up the necklace and onto the side of your neck. 

you were no longer smiling as the spaces between you two became smaller and smaller. he stared deep into your eyes, his searching and absolutely in awe of you no matter how frazzled you look, you know he's ready to fix it in a heartbeat. the moonlight shining from behind him along with the twinkling stars truly provided a romantic, dreamy and magical background to the same thing you are feeling right now. 

he took your breath away for the nth time that night – his plump (and burger tasting) lips met yours, massaging and moving against each other in a slow dance, caressing it softly and then you felt his wet tongue poke at the corners of your lips and you can't help but mash it with your own, the kiss turning passionate as you slid your arms up – wrapping it around his neck while his own hands went down to your waist. 

it felt like eternity after he pulled away, eyes hazy and a faint blush you weren't able to see due to the low lighting of the place but you certainly felt the heat emanating from it. yours were heating up from the passionate kiss you shared, smiling at each other filled with nothing but affection. 

“you had ketchup on your lips,” sero chuckled before pulling you close as you walked home. 

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[kintatsujo]

LoZ AU- The Courage of Running Away Part FOURTEEN

You’ll see why this one took a while in just a second, I did that thing where I drew a whole ass scene again

Content warning for fantasy religions based loosely on Christian schisms

#AU August

#LoZ AU: The Courage of Running Away

So while Link is getting acclimated to Castle life and getting hugs from Marla and Tonbo (and also getting unofficially adopted by the royal family) Astramorus flies back to the Sky Temple with his loftwing. 

And he has a lot of time to think while he’s doing it; I don’t know how fast a loftwing flies but even so it would have taken some hours on Hera’s back and you don’t have anything to do up there but think about why you got blasted through a wall by a god-queen.  So he gets back and he’s feeling pretty fucking subdued when he hands Hera off to the Sky Temple commune’s gardener/bird caretaker, Maurice.

[Image description:  Astramorus, looking tired and still missing his hat, his hair a mess, is standing opposite a short and round mustached man with bushy eyebrows dressed in the same priestly robes, except that this man has his sleeves shortened to his elbows and is wearing thick gloves.  This man is holding Hera the loftwing by a lead, while she makes a particularly vacant happy face.  “NAYRU’S EYES, man, WHAT HAPPENED?”  Astramorus gives a very small smile, and after a pause, answers, “TURBULENCE.”  The man harrumphs skeptically, then says, “Well, LORD SERENUMBRA from the LORULEAN ORTHODOXY showed up three days ago and he’s been giving me ADVICE ON MY TOMATOES, so turbulence or OTHERWISE I’d appreciate you DISTRACTING HIM before I commit some WEEDING.”  Astramorus smiles.  “Ah,” he says in understanding.  “Yes, thank you for your PATIENCE, Maurice.”  End ID.] 

A note on Maurice, originally I was going to make him look like Gaepora OR Rauru and then Ice suggested basing him on Maurice-Belle’s-Dad and I liked that, so I blended the ideas a bit.  

I think I’ve mentioned that Lorule and Hyrule have different takes on the Hylia religion, haven’t I?

Basically since this Lorule is just the country south of Hyrule instead of a dark-mirror-universe world, Invid suggested that part of the idea might be that Lorule insists that Hyrule is wrong about which country the Golden Goddesses left the world from, and that the Triforce belongs there instead.  I kind of played with that a little further, and so now part of the thing is that their royal line is actually also descended from Hylia directly, except that at some point a sister broke off from (one or the other of) the royal family, founding the Hilda line versus the Zelda line.

And real quick here’s the Hilda of this story, which I promise is relevant:

[Image Description: Sketches of a tall, black haired woman with pale skin and blue eyes and extremely long pointed ears, dressed in a cape and dress of purple, dark blue, red and gold.  She wears a blue and green belt trimmed with gold and black gloves, and a diadem featuring a red gemstone and golden spread wings.  There is an inverted Triforce symbol on her sash.  She is also wearing black lipstick and red blush and eyeshadow.  A sketch to the side shows her making a decidedly less dignified expression with the note “All the finery and rouge is a desperate attempt to fool you into thinking Hilda is in her twenties but she’s only actually seventeen, same as Link.”  Another sketch shows her next to an old man with round glasses and priestly robes different to the Hyrulean priests, who only comes up to her chest.  She has her hands on her hips and is ranting at him.  A note reads, “Hilda TOL.”  End ID.]

Anyway the thing is that currently, the two churches are relatively peaceable with one another, they have joint gatherings to quibble about tradition and who should be allowed to have what sacred treasures and who has to bring the roast boar next time, and that is how a very young novice Astramorus ended up as friends with the man he would eventually match in equivalent rank, Lord Serenumbra.  Who gets a nice picture equivalent piece to Astra’s introduction because of symmetry: 

[Image Description: The same short priest from the picture with Hilda.  He has white loosely curly hair, circular gold glasses, a hat similar to Astramorus’s but in red, a dark red robe over a black underdress, both trimmed in gold, and is wearing a heavy golden neck piece with an inverted Triforce and golden wings framing a blue disc.  To the side are various comic panels; in the first, he has taken an extremely young Astramorus’s hand and is saying, “Let me be the first to CONGRATULATE you, my friend!”  In the second, he’s spread his arms wide while approaching Astramorus and Catena, Link’s mother.  “Let me be the first to CONGRATULATE YOU, my friends!” he’s saying, and Catena laughs, giving Astramorus a rough side hug that lifts him off his feet despite her only coming to his chest, while Astramorus gives her a gooey smile.  “TOO LATE,” she says, “I told my mum first,” and laughs.  In the last panel, Astramorus has collapsed limp into a chair at a dining room table, his hair in his eyes, his face wet with tears, propping his head on one arm as Serenumbra pats his shoulder from behind the chair.  “Let me be the first to say,” Serenumbra says, “How DEEPLY SORRY I am, my friend.”  End ID.]

This is awful but that’s currently my favorite picture of Astramorus.  

Serenumbra’s design is based on the priest and philosopher from ALttP and Link Between Worlds; the philosopher’s robes were red so I sorta priestified them.  The blue disc in the center of his neck piece represents the Moon Pearl from ALttP, which was actually red in the game but blue in some of the promotional materiel, and the blue was a nicer contrast.  The Moon Pearl was mostly important because it let Link run around in his human form in the Dark World but I always liked it because it was sort of weird and mysterious.  In Four Swords Adventures there’s actually a LOT of moon pearls and they let you make portals between the worlds.  There isn’t going to be a lot of world hopping in this AU, I just thought it was interesting context. 

Anyway here’s two old friends having a conversation, image description and a little more commentary plus some bonus poking at Astramorus at the end:

[Image Descriptions: Astramorus is entering a room with a rounded door and a coat rack on the wall.  “Seren?” he calls.  “ASTRAMORUS, are you QUITE all right?” Serenumbra answers.  He is sitting at a round table in the center of the room; there are two dining chairs, one of which he is sitting in, and opposite of him is a comfortable looking rocking chair.  “I came because I heard about your SON, have you still not found him?”  Astramorus, looking deeply pained, straightens some of his hair with one hand.  “I found him,” he says.  He settles into the rocking chair with a long creak.  Serenumbra is clearly shocked by his demeanor.  “Astra,” he says, concern clear in his face, “What HAPPENED?”  Astramorus stares at the ceiling while looking like death warmed over.  There is a panel fading from light to dark to indicate the passage of time, then we see that Serenumbra has a hand to his mouth in thought.  “So the queen refuses to see the DANGER here,” he says.  Astramorus has folded his hands together.  “She’s right about my SON, though,” he answers.  Serenumbra is quick to defend Astramorus to himself: “Well- he’s such a SOFT BOY, you wanted him PREPARED,” he begins, but Astramorus stops him.  “I pushed him too hard, too SOON, and with too little CARE.”  Astramorus lifts his hands and grins painfully, continuing, “WHAT was I DOING, trying to teach him how to FIGHT when all I knew was an ADULT’S routine?”  He puts a hand to his chin, still smiling.  “I must be the STUPIDEST MAN ALIVE.”  “Astra,” Serenumbra begins again, and Astramorus interrupts again.  “My wife used to tell me I WORRIED too much, did I ever mention that?”  He asks.  His face turns solemn.  “It was even one of the LAST THINGS she said to me,” he says.  We get a glimpse of young Astramorus and Catena together backlit by the sun; she’s wearing a blue version of the classical Link costume with a sword strapped to her back and plate armor on her shoulders, he’s wearing his priestly robes and hat.  She’s reached up to grab his face, grinning, while he’s put his hands on hers.  “And then she died,” Astramorus says.  He sits up, animate once more.  “What else could I DO but worry?!” he demands.  “You’ve studied the legends, same as I-” he subsides again- “That mark on Link’s hand may as well be a DEATH SENTENCE.”  He puts a hand on his face.  “And I’ve so THOROUGHLY FAILED him that now I’ve put the Royal Family in danger TOO.”  Serenumbra puts a hand to his chin, thoughtfully.  “WELL, you never KNOW,” he says, “Princess HILDA is more of an age with Link, maybe the Triforce of Wisdom will arise in the LORULEAN line this time.”  Astramorus laughs.  “That doesn’t change the SITUATION, Seren,” quietly adding “But also KEEP DREAMING.”  He then puts his hand to his mouth.  “How do I even BEGIN to atone?” Astramorus asks.  “Ahh, old friend,” Serenumbra answers, soothingly.  “If only Catena were still WITH us, she’d know how to ease the boy’s burden.  Why-she’d face down GANON HIMSELF if it came to that!”  Astramorus makes an intense face, as if he’s been suddenly burdened.  Serenumbra stands and puts a hand on his shoulder.  “Get some REST, dear friend, you still look TERRIBLE,” he says with a smile.  Astramorus is wringing his hands, staring forward.  End ID.]

DUMBASS BRAINCELLS ENGAGED.

I didn’t expect “Got pegged by his wife so hard that the mere invocation of her name knocked him back to his senses after over eleven years of fucking shitty behavior towards their son” to be on the bingo card for this character when I started this project either, but this is Draft 0.5 so anything can happen XD

Astramorus is so layered now what the fuck!  

[Image Description: Serenumbra, face full of concern, asks, “Astra, what HAPPENED?”  Astramorus stares at the ceiling like death warmed over.  Behind him are the words “HELLO DARKNESS MY OLD FRIEND.”  End ID.]

[Image Description: Serenumbra, face full of concern, asks, “Astra, what HAPPENED?”  Astramorus stares at the ceiling like death warmed over.  Behind him are the words “WELL FIRST OF ALL I FUCKING DIED.”  End ID.]

[Image Description: Serenumbra, face full of concern, asks, “Astra, what HAPPENED?”  Astramorus stares at the ceiling like death warmed over.  Behind him are the words “...my wife made this chair.”  End ID.]

Catena got into carving as a hobby during long trips but she started making furniture while dealing with nesting urges while pregnant, so imagine this little tank of a woman assembling a rocking chair for her tol noodle husband while ranting about her weird cravings.  

[maladjusted-nerd]

Starsky and Hutch’s Girlfriends (and Their Hair Color)

[PBS announcer voice] This post is brought to you by the time I was reading The Ollie Report for Bounty Hunter and came across the memorable line: “Again, Starsky is drawn to the dark-haired girl, Hutch to the blonde. Exogamists they are not.”

These are the two ladies in question, respectively:

I thought of this quote a lot as I continued watching the show, because it was quite often relevant. But then I got to Starsky’s Lady, and suddenly Hutch’s date wasn’t a blonde! I began to wonder about the quote, and the truth of the sentiment behind it (which is by no means specific to that one blog). Did Hutch really tend to go for the blondes, and Starsky for the dark-haired women?

So like any sane person, I decided to spend a billion hours of my life making a long-ass photo-heavy meta post that hopefully someone will care about. If anyone actually finds this information interesting or useful I will be happy, buuut I guess if nothing else it gives us an excuse to look at a bunch of pretty ladies.

How did I decided who’s here: I started with the list of women from the Canon Compendium’s Girlfriends and Dates page, added anyone whom I felt the boys made a “concerted effort” to flirt with, and then threw out a few people I didn’t think belonged. I tried my hardest to be objective, but making this list was by no means an exact science and several times it really just boiled down to “do I personally believe she should be on here” so like people will have different opinions on that and it’s fine! Spice of life or whatever.

As for the actual contents of the list: I will state each woman’s name and the episode she’s in. (If she doesn’t have a name she’s listed as Jane Doe. This is a cop show, after all.) I will state her hair color-- for Reasons and also My Sanity the only options are “blonde” or “darkhaired” (not blonde), but hair color is fucking weird and sometimes it was a guess so feel free to think otherwise. I will also state the reason that she’s here, aka the nature of her relationship with Hutch or Starsky (or both)-- so spoiler warning for pretty much everything, I guess.

Also fair warning that sometimes I was too lazy to get a good picture, or it was just actually impossible (newsflash: discos have bad lighting). Rip to any women I may have made look bad, you’re all beautiful queens and I love you.

Pre-Show

Vanessa (Hutchinson Murder One)- Darkhaired. Hutch’s late ex-wife and all-around terrible person.

Laura Kanen (Deckwatch)- Blonde. Hutch’s ex-girlfriend.

Helen Davidson (Lady Blue)- Blonde. Starsky’s late ex-girlfriend.

Kathy Marshall (Fatal Charm)- Darkhaired. A stewardess friend of theirs; it’s never said she’s an ex BUT she kisses Hutch square on the mouth in greeting and is Starsky’s date for dinner/disco. And she dances with both of them. Good enough for me!

Season 1

Hutch

Jeannie Walton (The Fix)- Blonde. His girlfriend at the start of the episode but not by the end! (Rip king)

Molly (Pariah)- Darkhaired. Stewardess friend/one-night stand? Something like that. Also his date at the end.

Jane Doe (Deadly Imposter)- Blonde. His date at the party.

Abigail Crabtree (Deadly Imposter to Vendetta)- Blonde. The only girlfriend we see in several episodes!! (The only girlfriend that lasts several episodes, whoops.)

Starsky

Jane Doe (Pariah)- Blonde. His date at the end.

Jane Doe (Deadly Imposter)- Darkhaired. His date at the party.

Amy (The Hostages)- Darkhaired. She works at a café that he’s going to for a second time, to let her know he’s ~available.

Sharman Crane (Running)- Darkhaired. They had a semester of woodshop together in junior high and then they kind of fall in love while he’s helping her dry out.

Season 2

Hutch

Abby (Deadly Imposter to Vendetta)- Still blonde. Miraculously still his girlfriend. (Until she isn’t.)

Gillian Ingram (Gillian)- Blonde. His now-late girlfriend who fucking deserved better.

Jane Doe (Gillian)- Blonde. Lady at the bowling alley that Starsky discreetly tries to set him up with.

Christine (Starsky’s Lady)- Darkhaired. His date of the episode.

Starsky

Vicky (The Las Vegas Strangler)- Darkhaired. They don’t really get a chance to go on an official date but they kiss a bunch and he’s really sweet on her and it’s cute.

Andrea (Vendetta)- Darkhaired. His picnic date.

Nancy Rogers (Gillian)- Darkhaired. His bowling date.

Terry Roberts (Starsky’s Lady)- Darkhaired. His now-late girlfriend who, like Gillian, also fucking deserved better.

Laura Stevens (The Velvet Jungle)- Blonde. They’re on a date at the end, but it should also be noted they meet when she accidentally knocks him into a dumpster. You know, like the start of any good romance.

Sharon Freemont (Starsky and Hutch Are Guilty)- Blonde. His evil lawyer girlfriend. (Not that he knows she’s evil.)

Both

Jane and Bobette (The Vampire)- Jane is the blonde on the right, Bobette is the darker blonde on the left. Starsky and Hutch mix up their names so it’s hard to tell which girl they actually like better, and also they’re twins so like does it even really matter?

Officer Sally Hagen (The Specialist)- Darkhaired. Starsky kisses up her arm in her first scene (someone please file a workplace harassment suit against him), and then at the end he and Hutch keep wrapping their arms around her waist. But she does get to flip both of them over her shoulder, so it kinda evens out.

Season 3

Hutch

Dianna Harmon (Fatal Charm)- Darkhaired. His possessive, violent nurse girlfriend. (You can really pick ‘em, Hutchinson.)

Dr. Judith Kaufman (The Plague)- Darkhaired. He tries so hard, but twas not meant to be.

Molly Bristol (The Collector)- Darkhaired. His girlfriend du jour.

Anna Akhanatova (A Body Worth Guarding)- Blonde. He’s technically her bodyguard and then they spend like two whole days making out. Good for them.

Mary (Class in Crime)- Blonde. His fishing date.

Starsky

Jane Doe (Murder on Playboy Island)- Darkhaired. Undercover agent he flirts with at the bar.

Rosey Malone (I Love You Rosey Malone)- Blonde. The entire plot revolves around him falling in love with her and it really doesn’t end well.

Jane Doe (The Collector)- Darkhaired. His date at their late-night deli party. (Bonus Starsky in the picture, hi Starsky!)

Sharon Carstairs (The Heavyweight)- Blonde. Their canoodling on his couch gets interrupted by Important Case Matters, and she winds up getting re-engaged to her ex-fiancé (ex-ex-fiancé?). Rip to a king.

Rachel (Class in Crime)- Darkhaired. His fishing date.

Caitlin (Class in Crime)- Her hair almost has a red tint but it’s otherwise undefinable. Car saleslady/one-night stand.

K.C. McBride (Quadromania)- Blonde. They have a nice taxi date (although he’s been sleep deprived all episode, poor boy, and falls asleep).

Both

Christine Phelps (The Heroes)- Blonde. She makes them lose all their braincells, it’s painful to witness. This episode hopes you will forget the actress was Gillian last season.

Julie McDermott (The Action)- Blonde. Starsky wins the kerfuffle for her but Hutch definitely makes a good go of it.

Lisa Kendricks (Foxy Lady)- Blonde. They drool and fight over her for half an episode like they did with Christine and it’s embarrassing.

Season 4

Hutch

Paula (Photo Finish)- Darkhaired. He’s like her date at the party, and also the end.

Kate Larrabee (Cover Girl)- Darkhaired. An old friend of his. It starts out just as a comfort thing but they quickly become very friendly.

Marlene (Starsky’s Brother)- Darkhaired. Starsky steals her from Nicky as a Big Brother Power Move but Hutch winds up with her at the bar.

Marianne Owens (Ballad for a Blue Lady)- Darkhaired. I don’t really know what’s going on here but there’s Something (and there’s a lot of parallels with Rosey Malone, so).

Starsky

Sergeant Lizzie Thorpe (Discomania)- Blonde. Technically Hutch talks with her more, but Starsky does most of the flirting.

Jane Doe (Discomania)- Darkhaired. He spends literally five minutes dancing with her. Is it relevant to the case? No. Does he care? Also no.

Emily Harrison (Blindfold)- Darkhaired. He accidentally blinds her during a case so he starts hanging out with her out of guilt but I feel like he also kinda falls in love; they kiss at one point anyway.

Marcie Fletcher (Photo Finish)- Blonde. His photographer girlfriend.

Officer Dee O’Reilly (Strange Justice)- Blonde. His meter maid girlfriend. They have a date at the end!

Jane Doe (Dandruff)- Darkhaired. He’s making out with her at the beginning.

Detective Joan Meredith (Black and Blue)- Darkhaired. It’s Heavily implied they slept together. (Side note love u Meredith!)

Melinda Rogers (The Groupie)- Blonde. He has a date with her at the end. (Yeah she slept with Hutch, but he was undercover and proceeds to lowkey rebuff her in the tag, so I’m not counting it.)

Katie (Starsky’s Brother)- Blonde. His date at the nightclub.

Both

Allison May/Laura Anderson (Targets Without a Badge parts 2 & 3)- Darkhaired. They both try to court her before Starsky realizes she’s his childhood friend (although they do make another go of it in the tag).

Kira (Starsky vs Hutch)- Blonde. Starsky’s girlfriend, although she says she’s also in love with Hutch so then they sleep together which Starsky is NOT thrilled about and it’s a very ugly mess.

Totals:

Hutch:

Pre-show: 3 (1 blonde, 2 dark)   Season 1: 4 (3 blonde, 1 dark)   Season 2: 6 (4 blonde, 2 dark)   Season 3: 8 (5 blonde, 3 dark)   Season 4: 6 (1 blonde, 5 dark) Overall: 26 (13 blonde, 13 dark)

(If the math looks weird, it’s cause Abigail counts for both seasons she’s in but only once overall.)

Starsky:

Pre-show: 2 (1 blonde, 1 dark)   Season 1: 4 (1 blonde, 3 dark)   Season 2: 8 (3 blonde, 5 dark)   Season 3: 10 (6 blonde, 3 dark, 1 ??)   Season 4: 11 (6 blonde, 5 dark) Overall: 35 (17 blonde, 17 dark, 1 ??)

(Thirty-five?? Calm the fuck down, Starsky.)

  In conclusion:

“Exogamists, they are not” might have been true back at the end of season 1 when it was said, but it’s certainly not true by season 4/the end of the series. Hutch now seems to favor dark-haired women, and Starsky’s about half and half, although they both wind up with an equal split overall.

Do with that information what you will; I’m outta here.

[darkdevasofdestruction]

When They Meet Your Ex

Risotto Nero

Risotto would crush your ex’s head between his goth gf tiddies if he ever tries to get anywhere close to you.

You were on a park date on a late evening, not wanting to attract attention, but Risotto’s hat bells seemed to attract all the attention from passer-bys...

And by that, I mean cute little stray kittens would tried climbing up his pants to reach the bells.

Seeing you giggle at that, he only sighed and with the ghost of a smile, he suggested you sit down by the tree and play with the kittens.

It was all super cute at the beginning, seeing your lovely smile made his heart go WRYYYY with happiness, but that was rather short lived.

“Huuh? Y/N, that you? What are you doing with that weird looking clown? And why do you look like you’re wearing his way too large and washed out Metallica Tshirt?” hearing that familiar voice, you gasped and looked up, only to see the irritating face of your ex. “Honestly...Can’t I get a nice and quiet night without you around? Actually, why did you even stop? Come on, go away! I don’t feel like killing my braincells speaking to you again.” you humphed, looking away from him. “Awe, don’t be so hostile with me, babe! You definitely weren’t like that some time ago.” he smirked, as your eye twitched in annoyance. “Don’t call me that! It’s disgusting hearing that coming from your filthy mouth! You lost that privilege long ago!” your voice was lower, dripping with poison with each word. “I don’t think you should be speaking to me like that, considering how much you downgraded. Were you that desperate that you just forced yourself on the first person you saw?” he asked in a patronising voice. “I’m not you to force myself on people who don’t like me.” your voice even harsher now, but your big tiddy goth gf decided to step in. “To think that someone like you would speak like that about my girlfriend in front of me...You sure are a dumb fuck.” Risotto’s deep and dark voice echoed through the park as he stood down, towering over your ex. “Y-You’re not that scary, y’know?” your ex stuttered out those words, but that only made your boyfriend smirk. “Is that so...? Y/N, do I have your permission to teach this shrimp a lesson? No Stand needed, just my fists.” he asked, cracking his knuckles. “Permission granted. Just give me a good view of his blood flying around and I’ll be happy. I’ve been dreaming for this guy to get beat up for so long!” you giggled, leaning down on the tree with a relaxed look, with kittens all over you, as you enjoyed the show, your sweet boyfriend cursing the bastard over and over again, with each punch.

By the end of it, after making sure there’s no more blood on his hands and the jerk ran away, you called him to put his head on your lap, and kissed him tenderly, a smirk on your face.

“Who’d have thought that the best revenge is served bloody.” you chuckled, playing with his beautiful silver hair. “I would know.” he said simply, letting out a calm exhale.

---

Bruno Buccellati

You were at the restaurant with the team, as Bruno was away on a little errand and asked you to make sure the gang doesn’t destroy the restaurant, which wouldn’t really be a surprise, to say the least, but still.

“Okay, Narancia, I know you can do it. This is pretty easy, but you have to focus and take it one step at a time. What is 5 x 6? Take your time.” you asked sweetly, as you stood behind Narancia’s chair, your arms around his neck, your chin resting on the top of his head as he kept thinking and trying to count on his fingers. “Uh....30! Right? Right?” he asked energetically. “Yes, that’s right, congrats! And now, how much is 9 x 7? I know it’s a bit more difficult, but take you time and you’ll get it right!” I tried to hype him up, which made Mista and Fugo chuckle. “I honestly don’t have a clue how you can have so much patience with that braindead idiot.” Fugo complained, leaning back on his chair. “OI! WHO’RE YA CALLING A BRAINDEAD IDIOT?!” Naracia jumped on his feet as if electrocuted, which made me gasp and throw my arms around his torso, trying my best to keep him from fighting with Fugo. “Guys, settle down already! You don’t want to give Bruno trouble, do you?” I tried to reason, but they were long gone in their own word, while Mista was laughing, Giorno was pretending he didn’t know them and Abbacchio was ignoring us by listening to music. “Woaw...You’re a mess as always. Who are these guys anyway? Your groupies? Nah, these 2 seem way too young for that...They couldn’t be your kids, could they?!” a weirdly familiar voice called out from the entrance of the private space where we ate our meals, which made everyone stop what they were doing, snapping their heads towards the new person. “Oh...It’s you. Great, my day can’t get any worse, can it?” I dragged my hand down my face in aggravation. “So they ARE your children! What the hell, you said you didn’t want any children! I begged you so much, and you still denied me! And now?! What the hell, Y/N?!” he shouted, his eyes wide with shock. “These guys are 15 and 17, so if you can come up with a viable explanation on how I, at Y/A years old, could possibly have them as children, then congratulations, you win. Otherwise, I have to say, you’re the most braindead person I’ve ever met...Which wouldn’t be a surprise, considering everything.” I sighed, walking in front of him, staring him down, despite the height difference. “And who do you think you are, speaking to me like that, you little bitch?!” he screamed in your face. “Oi, Y/N, need a little help beating up this guy?” Abbacchio’s low voice called out, but you merely shook your head. “Nah, this is more personal. Listen, idiot, you aren’t allowed here. Restaurant’s rules. This place is reserved only for us, so get your sorry ass away from here before I kick you...Not that you wouldn’t like it, seeing how much of a masochistic freak you are.” you growled, pushing your finger into his chest repeatedly, to make him step way, but he grabbed your wrists tightly. “I think I’ll be leaving this place with you-” he began to speak, before a hand grasped his shoulder from behind so hard that he yelped in shock and pain.

“Now, now, I think mia bella told you already that this is a private place and you should leave. Unfortunately for you, you were stupid enough to touch her, so now you must suffer the consequences for your actions.” Bruno, glaring at the jerk, grabbed him by the shirt and threw him out of the restaurant, before talking to someone on the phone and returning to you, kissing your temple and holding his arm around you protectively, as he guided you back to the table. “Are you my guardian angel, Bruno? You always come to my aid when I need it the most, yet least expect it.” you chuckle, leaning your elbow on the table and gazing at him with a tender look. “I’d say it’s the other way around, but I won’t complain either way. Don’t worry about him, he won’t bother you again, I made sure of that.” he held your hand, intertwining your fingers together, before leaning on his chair, smirking at the others. “How did they behave today?” “On their best behaviour, of course! They are always little angels, and look! Narancia’s getting better at multiplying!” I clap in glee, showing him the new pages in his notebook. “Great job, Narancia, well done! And you, Fugo, for not getting angry at him.” Bruno praised them, but the two only shared a look of unease, as they laughed awkwardly, nodding.

--- Abbacchio Leone

You and Abbacchio were enjoying your day off together at a little cafe in town, knowing very well that none of the guys would bother you the whole day, so you were both pretty happy with that.

Your hand was over his, on the table, as you discussed random bands and were hyped about upcoming concerts in Italy that you were definitely going to together and would buy matching merch that you could wear and flaunt off how cool the two of you were together.

The problem is, however, when someone suddenly put their hands on your shoulders, making you jolt in your seat in surprise, before twisting behind to see who it was -

Only to have the misfortune of seeing your ex.

“Oh great, just what I needed. I got rid of the gang’s annoying antics, but I have to see another, much worse...Argh, whatever, I won’t even bother. Just leave, I don’t want to deal with you.” you roll my eyes, turning back to Abbacchio, obviously with a dramatic hair flip. “Awww, come on, admit that you missed me. I mean, what is this? Your new goth girlfriend, or what? I know I’m irreplaceable in your heart, but come on, no need to pretend that you don’t miss me.” he smirks, sitting on the empty chair next to you. “Oh, bother...” you facepalmed, looking at your boyfriend with an exasperated look. “Your tea is ready, sir, madam. Cherry Vanilla with extra Cinnamon.” the waiter put the teapot on the table, along with two cute little purple cups. “I am sorry, I thought it would be only the two of you. Should I bring another cup for the new sir?” the waiter asked politely, and while you were ready to deny, but Leone was faster than you. “Yes, please.” he answered simply, making you widen your eyes at him, but seeing his mischievous smirk, you realised his plan, which made you put your hand over your mouth to stifle your giggles. “You are very polite, dear Leone. More polite than I could ever be, I must confess.” you confessed, which earned a condescending laugh from your ex. “Well, you were never that much of a kind girl to begin with, Y/N, but that’s why I love you! We complete each other so well! I’m the good one, you’re the bad one...!” he trailed on, until the waiter brought the 3rd cup, and your ex tried to reach for the tea cup, but you slapped his hand away. “Go wash your hands! You can’t sit at the table with dirty hands! I don’t really care if you do it when you’re by yourself, but you should know by now that I’m hygene-obsessed!”  you tried to reason without drawing suspicion to yourself. “Jeez...Can’t believe I stayed with a nagging bitch like you for so long...” he muttered under his breath, but got up and left for the bathroom anyway. “This is gonna be fun.” you giggled, as you poured the tea for for you and Leone, before putting the teapot back. “Now’s my part.” he smirked, as you looked away, giggling, not even able to stop as you imagined how funny it’d be. “I’m back now, babe! Did you miss me~?” he asked in what seemed to be a very failed smooth act, which made you scoff. “You wish.” you snorted, looking away. “Ah...You didn’t pour me tea too, how rude. Well, nevermind, it’s not like you ever had any initiative anyway.” he got the teapot and poured himself a cup, as you and Abbacchio sipped at the same time. “How do you like it?” you giggle, looking at him as he took a big sip from his cup, before gulping and choking. “WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?! IT TASTES HORRIBLE!” he yelled at you, as you could barely stop yourselves from laughing. “It’s tea, what else could it be?” you smirked, watching his angry expression, as he tried to leap towards you, but Abbacchio was much faster, taking him by the scruff of his blouse and kicking him out, getting him banned from the cafe, before turning back and sitting with a large smirk on his face. “That was such a great success.” you laughed, high-fiving your smug boyfriend. “Nobody messes with my girlfriend...And honestly, this trick didn’t work with Giorno, so it just had to work with this idiot.” he chuckled lowly, before throwing away the remaining piss-tea and ordering another kind of hot beverage. “We’re the perfect duo, baby.” you kissed his lips while giggling slightly, before getting back to your seat and continuing your conversation from where you left it.

---

Kujo Jotaro

Today had been a very nice and peaceful day for Jotaro, and he intended on keeping it that way.

His mother didn’t annoy him too much with her goodbye kiss, the groupie that kept following him everywhere was rather tame today, not clinging on him as much, the teachers didn’t annoy him, the weather was fine, you promised to meet him in the park after school, with a bento prepared for the both of you, while helping him with some studies.

All went so well so far.

You were happy, and your bright smile managed to even put a smile on his face, and you two sat at the base of a very large and old oak tree, as you fed him the bento you cooked, and after that, you let him put his hat on your head, something he absolutely adored and made his heart beat faster, as he’d put his head on your lap and would let you stroke his hair, as you’d chat randomly and watch the clouds.

Everything was so perfect...

Or so Jotaro hoped.

But there just can’t be a perfect day without something bad happening.

Just as you leaned down to plant a soft kiss on Jotaro’s forehead, some people started approaching you. At first, neither of you thought anything of it, thinking it was just random people passing by, but that was far from the truth.

“Oi, oi! Who’s that over there? It that Kujo? With a girl?” the obnoxious voice echoed through the park, and while Jotaro was merely annoyed, you unintentionally remembered the voice, and flinched in annoyance. “Great, just what I needed today.” you grumbled, tipping the front of your hat, a habit you took from your boyfriend. “Yare Yare Daze...Do you know them?” Jotaro asked in a low voice, getting up and glaring at the 3 boys walking over. “Yeah...That bastard in the middle is my ex. Kill me now.” you sighed, hiding your face completely with the hat that was already extra large on you. “Ah! No way, is that you? Really? Y/N? What the hell? Didn’t you keep preaching how you wanted a smart boyfriend? Tsk...I knew it. You really aren’t as smart as you think you are.” he shook his head, whisking away the hat, making you immediately jolt to your feet, trying to get the hat away. “Get that back! Come on, don’t be a jerk! It’s not even mine, you have no right to take it away! Just give me the hat and go away, I really didn’t want to see you again!” you reached up, trying to get the hat, but it was out of your reach. “Only if you give me a kiss. Come one, Y/N, you broke up with me in such bad terms, why not make it better?” he tried to reach his hand towards you, but you slapped it away hard. “Don’t even think of touching me, you jerk! You don’t deserve anything!” you stepped back, glaring at him, but you didn’t realise you bumped into someone, until you looked up and noticed it was Jotaro. “You have 3 seconds to give back my hat and run away.” he threatened, but your ex was having none of it. “And who the hell do you think you are? Her little play toy? Don’t you know? He loves to play around until she gets bored! And then she’ll just throw you away like garbage! Come on, man, I’m looking out for a bro here!” your ex tried to reason, but Jotaro was having none of it. “I don’t appreciate trash like you talking like that about my girlfriend. You have 2 more seconds before you’re dead.” Jotaro glared threateningly at them, putting you behind him protectively. “E/N, man, you don’t know him? He’s Kujo Jotaro, he’s known in the whole city for beating everyone up, even teachers. He never lost a fight! I wouldn’t go against him!” one of his friends explained, backing away from him, not wanting to get caught up in this mess. “One...” Jotaro stepped forward, grasping the front of your ex’s shirt. “Fine, whatever, here’s your stupid hat, now let me go!” your ex threw the hat at him, which he grabbed with his other hand and gave it to you. “Time’s up.” Jotaro smirked slightly, cracking his fists. “What?! You said you’d let me go!” your ex seemed to have fear flashing in his eyes as he tried to step back. “I said you have 3 seconds to return the hat AND run away.” and with that, Jotaro unleashed a barrage of ORAs at your filthy ex, rendering him barely able to walk as he got away by his 2 minions. “Well, that was surely satisfying to watch.” you chuckled slightly, before returning to your spot at the base of the tree. “Thank you for that. It was a pretty fine revenge, to be fair.” you smirked softly, taking out your notebooks from your bag. “Yare Yare Daze...Only cowards these days.” he shook his head before smiling, seeing you with his hat back on your head. “I can’t deny that. But doesn’t matter, you’re the best anyway. There’s nobody who can replace you in my heart.” you put your hands on his face before stealing a quick kiss from him. “Come on now, dolphin boy, let’s see what you want to revise for the Entrance exam.” you grinned, lifting up the hat so you could see a bit. “That’s my girl.” the ghost of a smile plastered on his face, as he put his arm around you, leaning back the tree and having you leaning on his chest, relaxing with the notebooks in your lap.

[chunhua-s]

davi dabi dude 🤍 big fat congrats on reaching 200!! i bet you will very soon hit even more milestones and i'll be coming back to get a taste of your beautiful fics for myself👉🏼👈🏼

as you may or may not know my favourite boy is atsumu and you wrote this beautiful soulmate au for me, which also happens to be my favourite au🥺🥺

so uhm ah... what do i do soulmate au eith atsumu part two but hit me with some toothrotting fluff?😳

anyways, don't divorce me, i love you🦊

runa suna bro 🥺 thank you for requesting bb!! and thanks for always brainrotting with me, i love swapping braincells with you over these men 😌💕 and pleasepleaseplease, bb, know that if anything else, i absolutely adore you, okay??? you’re such an amazing person and you deserve the entire universe and if i could i would give it to you! i know peachy and nona feel the same as well — we value your time and company, never doubt that for a second! anyways here’s your fluff!! i literally spent all of today thinking about this and i hope you’ll like it! this time it’ll be from tsumu’s perspective, and though it’s not necessary to read it, the first part of this request would provide some background if ever anyone wanted it. i’ll leave a link for you guys to see! 🥰 ily runa bb — and as always, i hope you and everyone will enjoy reading this!

WRAPPED UP IN YOUR ARMS ➽ ATSUMU MIYA x READER

genre: fluff (with a smidgeon of comfort)

au: soulmates (part two of with our fates tangled together — although you don’t need to read it first before reading this!)

warnings: implied sexual content towards the end

some days, atsumu thinks, are easier than others. the days when he can make you laugh, when your smiles shine brighter than any star in the night sky, he treasures them like tiny little gems, collects them in the palm of his hands and holds them close to his heart. those are the days where he can feel his chest soaring on such an intense feeling of happiness that his brown eyes will shine on diamond tears as he holds you in his arms and kisses the top of your head. those are the days that write their poems along his skin underneath your touch and kiss him with a tenderness he can’t imagine coming from anywhere else but you.

but the truth of the matter still stands: atsumu knows that he’s hurt you before. he can see it in the way your gaze sometimes fall from his face, lips pressed together as you suddenly pull away from him as if you’d been burned. he sees it in the way your hands tangle themselves in your red string, how your fingers twist together with the insecurities that he’d torn into your skin over the years. you haven’t fully healed, it’s painfully obvious to him, and it fills him with a kind of regret that causes his food to turn sour and for every breath he takes to taste like poison.

today, you’re curled up in his living room, wrapped up beneath one of the blankets he’d bought for you. your eyes are glazed over, unseeing as you fiddle with the red chord tied around your pinky finger: each tug of it pulls on his own end so that he can hear the worries of your heart on secret whispers. the sight of you is a hand around his neck, clawing at his skin and drawing blood from searing wounds. every pluck on your string is a second that tightens like a vice until he can’t breathe, and all that’s left in atsumu’s body is the dull echoes of doubt and fear that you unknowingly give to him — fear that perhaps he’d soon cast you aside like he once did, doubt that your bond wouldn’t last long, and that the happiness you feel would crumble apart and vanish like sand between your fingers.

atsumu forces himself to breathe under the hands around his neck, shuts his eyes for one, two, three beats of his heart, before he moves himself forward — slow, careful steps disappear beneath the grey carpet, as if any sudden noise would violently tear you from your pedestal and cast you down to shatter like fine china. and so, when he’s close enough, he gently reaches his hand to hold yours, lets his fingers tangle up in your own and with the little web you managed to make between them. he watches your eyes light up when you see him, just like the moon riding over the still surface of the ocean, it’s as if the sight of him restored your oxygen and taught you how to breathe again.

“atsumu,” he hears you whisper on a breathless sigh, a smile blossoming tenderly on your lips as you hold his hand between your own, letting his warmth sink into your cold skin. he returns your affections with a gentle press of his lips to your forehead, a hand brushes away the pieces of hair that fell over your face like a curtain as he gently tilts your chin upwards to meet your gaze. you’re glowing under a golden light, radiant in your image and burning your place into his heart with an insistence he could never ignore.

“c’mere,” he gently urges, pulling you to your feet so that he can hold you closely to his chest with one hand: the other reaches into the pocket of his pants so that he can grab his phone. you can’t see him opening the youtube app with your own arms wrapping entirely around his midsection, the fluttering of your heart traveling down the red string that binds the both of you together and making itself at home right in atsumu’s throat — like the beginnings of a melody he only hears when he’s with you.

he wants to listen to that melody for the rest of his life.

“you remember that song you sent me last week?” when he looks down at you, he sees your face falling into that cute little pout you get whenever you’re thinking of something — and gods, he’s told you so many times how adorable you look when you get like this — before you slowly nod, lifting your gaze to find his. he smiles down at you as his thumb presses the video he was looking for, before he places his phone down on the coffee table and wraps his arms around your body, just in time for the familiar strumming of the guitar to fill up his living room on the evening breeze. he watches your expression melt into one of adoration and what he can only describe as unadulterated happiness as your eyes meet his. “i’ve been listening to it all week,” he confesses on a soft chuckle, it rumbles in his chest and courses through your lungs like liquid gold as he pulls you into him and rests his chin on the crown of your head. slowly, he sways his body with yours, gently rocking the both of you back and forth to the melody that surrounds him and you.

“telll me what stopped you, what led you, what touched you, what turned you on?”

atsumu drags in another long breath before he speaks next, the words so quiet that you might not have heard them had you not been so close to him. “i’m so sorry for how i treated you before...”

he feels your pull back slightly to look up at his faces, but he doesn’t meet your gaze. he can’t, because he knows that he’ll see nothing but understanding and forgiveness in your eyes — he can’t look at you and accept those sentiments when he doesn’t believe he deserves them. you should be angry with him. you should hate him, call him out on his selfish behaviour and hurt him just like he did to you: the words churn in his head and burn his throat like vodka — they sting and leave a horrible taste in his mouth.

“you don’t have to say sorry to me anymore, atsumu.” your voice is filled with all the tenderness in the world: it causes atsumu’s eyes to burn with tears hen desperately tries to fight away. but when your palm comes to rest on his cheek and his brown eyes — the brown of his cinnamon scent, of autumn leaves and warm cups of coffee — it becomes harder to hold them back. they fall from his lashes and draw lines down your skin, and on those marks, you’re able to see every single shard of regret that stabs his heart and every thorn that tears his skin. “none of that matters anymore, hm?” you hum, “we’re fine now — we have each other. we’re together now.”

atsumu falls apart.

he brings your face to his with both of his hands and melts against your lips, tries to pour every ounce of affection he feels so that it envelops you with angel wings and teaches you to soar above the clouds. your lips are so soft against his that he feels his own heart calling out for you, chanting your name on an endless mantra that fills up every thought in his mind and forbids you from ever turning away from him. i love you, i love you, i love you— it’s all unsaid between his lips, but he feels you returning it all to him when your fingers sink into his hair and when your hands pull him closer. i love you, i love you, i love you— it marks his skin as he pushes you down against the sofa and climbs on top of you before returning his lips to yours, devouring you with a desperation that can only be satisfied by your touch. and you, you’re more than happy to give yourself to him. you give to him every cry of his name, every kiss across his skin, every reverent touch of your fingers as he collapses into you. in the throes of your devotion and love for him, you seal your fates together and become reborn, so that your bodies intertwine and fill the quiet night with the songs of adoration and pleasure.

that night, the two of you become one, and you learn to let go of your hurt as atsumu forgives himself for hurting you.

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[peaches-writes]

of sound memory

skz of christmas day 3: hogsmeade with jeongin

member: jeongin  wc: 2k genre: fluff, hogwarts au, best friends / sorta idiots to lovers (?) au, admirer jeongin has one innocent braincell, minho is a legilimens (mind-reader) who’ll willingly wingman for our agibbang warning: explicit language note: inspired by tonk’s character arc from the books just bc shes a badass n shes my fave basically

“I’m quite sure this isn’t legal.” You comment to Jeongin who simply chuckles at you from across the Room of Requirement’s practice room of mirrors. “And I’m also sure that, as a candidate to be prefect next year, you weren’t supposed to let us get swayed to Minho insisting on teaching us this charm.” 

Your Gryffindor best friend innocently shrugs, missing the way Minho sends you a teasing wink and grin from behind him. “Yeah but we’re here now and I really want to learn this charm!” Jeongin insists, holding his wand ready in front of him as he gets into the proper stance. “It’d save us a lot of time by next year’s O.W.L. level classes!”

You sigh in exasperation at this, rubbing your temples with one hand as you hold your wand with the other and mirror his stance. “Yeah, but—” 

“Think about, Y/N,” Minho points out next, waving his wand around aimlessly as he moves to Jeongin’s right. You make sure to send your most visible glare this way but he simply ignores you. “this is the last time you’ll get tutored by me, your bestest friend and the great Lee Minho, before I graduate and I’m teaching you an important O.W.L. level charm so the two of you can graduate with literal flying colors like me! Besides, no one’s going to get harmed or anything since it’s just you, me, Innie, and a bunch of forest animals!” 

You frown in disapproval at this. “Minho, there’s a reason why the last time I allowed you to tutor us was in our freshmen year.” 

“But that was four years ago!” The older Slytherin feigns a pout, squinting his eyes at you before telepathically communicating, Anyway, do you want me to teach Jeongin on my own? Just us? 

You’re quick to shake your head, maintaining eye-contact to let him read your thoughts. I don’t trust you alone with Innie and charms.

“Alright, then that’s settled! Let’s start!” Minho clasps his hands together briefly before waving his wand in a circular motion right in front of him. “Just copy my wand movements and go: expecto patronum!” 

From his wand, wisps of great silver light emerge and take the shape of a cat. Without a dementor in sight, the cat runs around the room aimlessly, brushing up on your leg before climbing up Jeongin’s shoulder and making the two of you ease up and laugh. 

“Now, just remember,” Minho reminds firmly, moving his cat back to his side using his wand. “it’s just a simple circular hand movement so focus on the memory! It should be ‘powerful, the happiest you’ve ever felt!’—or at least that’s how professor Park always words it.”   

“What do you think of, hyung?” Jeongin asks curiously, mirroring the circular wand movement demonstrated just now while mumbling the incantation under his breath in the meantime. 

A small wisp of silver emerges from Jeongin’s own wand but it quickly flickers back into nothing. You do the same but also to similar results while Minho pretends to think of an answer. 

“I think about my cats.” Minho answers after a while, gesturing to the patronus cat next to him. “Don’t you think this little one looks like a mix of Soonie, Doongie, and Dori?” 

“Looks like a generic cat to me.” You shrug, making Minho frown sarcastically at you. 

“Yeah, yeah, tell that to me again when you’ve managed a corporeal patronus.” The older boy rolls his eyes at you before gesturing over to your wand. “Come on, then, I’d like to see you try.” 

“Let me think of a memory first!” You argue back, exhaling in exasperation before tearing your eyes away from Minho. 

You look around your vast surroundings, old photographs of you and your friends stuck to the dirty mirrors and wrinkled Christmas garlands as Minho had previously requested of the room to help ‘jog your memories,’ until you eventually meet Jeongin’s gaze directly in front of you. 

Your best friend quirks a curious eyebrow and smiles. 

“Innie, let’s go! Chan said he’s treating us to butterbeer at the Three Broomsticks!” You enter Jeongin’s dormitory unannounced, earning you a random flying shoe on the arm from the dormitory’s no-intruders protocol. Finding your best friend kneeling on the side of his bed, you then furrow your brows and ask, “What are you doing?” 

Jeongin belatedly looks up at you with a frown, standing up from the ground and scratching the back of his head. “I think I sort of...lost my permit? I’m not sure...” He pouts, making your eyes widen frantically. “No, wait, don’t get mad! I haven’t searched the whole room yet!” 

You shake your head in amusement, assuring him that you’re not mad. “Well, did you actually bring it in the first place?” You try asking next, instinctively approaching his area of the circular room and turning his pillows. “Where do you last remember seeing it?” 

Jeongin sighs, rolling his eyes at you before returning on his search under the bed. “I swear I brought it here because Minho even saw it on the train.” 

“So where did you last see it?” 

“It’s supposed to be in my binder but it’s not there anymore.” Jeongin then whips out his wand from his jean pockets and mutters the accio charm for the permission slip but to no avail. “Damn it.” 

“Just keep looking for it, it’ll probably turn up somehow.” You frown, moving to the ground on the other side of his bed now and searching his bedside drawers. “If not then...we’ll just figure that out later. I don’t want to go on my first Hogsmeade trip without you!” 

Though the sentiment catches Jeongin off-guard and eventually pushes him to look for his permission slip harder, the two of you would later conclude that it’s not anywhere in his possessions. 

With a little convincing (as well as an invisibility cloak and map you stole from Chan’s dorm room), the two of you then end up sneaking out together through the underground tunnels. 

“Do you think someone’s sabotaging you?” You suggest on the walk to the Honeydukes tunnel, occasionally glancing over your shoulders for any sign of someone following the two of you while Jeongin holds up the invisibility cloak over your heads. “I mean, it sounds so petty—it’s only a Hogsmeade slip—but, you know, could it be possible?” 

Jeongin shrugs, one of his arms draped over your shoulder. “I don’t know.” 

“Have you been getting into fights?” 

“What? No, I would never!” 

You sigh in relief, nudging his side. “Then you must’ve forgotten it on the train, dummy.” 

Jeongin opens his mouth to speak, only to get cut off by the distant thuds of small objects falling to the ground. Thinking it was someone following the two of you, he then instinctively pushes you to the side of the tunnels, almost slipping in the process as you averted your gazes in all directions. 

“What was that?” 

“Innie, shh!” You cover Jeongin’s mouth with your hand, only then growing flustered at this sudden proximity. 

The two of you hold your breaths for a while, pressing your backs firmly against the cold stone walls while surveying your empty surroundings. You remember, in particular, hearing the faintest sound of Jeongin’s erratic heartbeat right next to you in the silence which didn’t help your own case as you tried calming your own. 

It’s the possibility of getting caught in the restricted areas, you told yourself then. 

Fortunately, it was only Jisung and Changbin with gobstone pieces and exploding snap cards in their hands.

“Binnie, do you hear that?” Jisung muses as the two pass by your cloaked figures, stopping right in front of you and looking around. 

“Hear what?” 

Jeongin shuffles next to you, as if to reveal himself in front of your friends but you’re quick to stop him, grabbing him by the waist and pushing him back to the wall. 

He gasps in surprise, eyes widening while his face is momentarily facing away from you. 

Jisung, meanwhile, turns around once more, unconsciously meeting yours and Jeongin’s nervous gazes in the process before eventually shrugging. “Nevermind.”  

The two then walk ahead of you obliviously, quickly disappearing into a divergent tunnel path that leads to Zonko’s Joke Shop. Once they’re out of earshot, only then do you remove your hand over Jeongin’s mouth and heave a sigh of relief. 

You didn’t really have to hide from your friends, trusting that they won’t report you since they’re also using the restricted tunnels themselves. You simply worried about Jisung snitching you again to Minho with your circumstances that could easily be misunderstood. 

Being found by your teasing friends with Jeongin under an invisibility cloak on the way to Honeydukes is simply a recipe for disaster. 

“That was close.” You mutter under your breath, pushing yourself off of the wall and momentarily removing the invisibility cloak off of your head. “They’ll never hear the end of it.” 

"Why were we hiding, anyway?” Jeongin asks with an awkward chuckle, taking the cloak off of his head as well as the two of you resume walking to the Three Broomsticks. “Honestly, I didn’t mind getting caught. It’s just us, anyway.” 

You clear your throat awkwardly, emitting an equally awkward laugh. “It’s just...they’ll never let us live it down!” You point out, glancing over your shoulder once more. “They’ll tease us with something crazy again!” 

Jeongin reluctantly laughs along, scrunching up his nose cutely in annoyance. “Yeah...you’re probably right.” 

And right you were as Minho later ambushes you on the trap door end of the tunnel at Honeydukes, reading everything off of your minds and getting on with his usual teasing on you and Jeongin being a couple. 

“Don’t get me wrong, though! I think it’s sweet!” Minho smirks, leading the two of you out into the main shop after ‘confiscating’ your invisibility cloak and map. Apparently, he heard your flustered thoughts ‘echoing from a mile away’ while he was surveying the candies at the shop and decided to investigate. “Who wouldn’t want to miss a first date on the first snow at Hogsmeade, right?” 

“It’s already snowing?!” You and Jeongin both exclaimed in surprise, looking out on a nearby window on the stairs going to the main shop and seeing snow stick on the windowsill. 

“Just five minutes ago.” Minho shrugs, opening the main shop’s door for you. Winking at you and Jeongin, he then adds, “You two have good intuition! Ah, young love!” 

You never heard the end of his teasing as you and Jeongin quickly made a run for it the moment you entered Honeydukes, hands unconsciously finding his while simultaneously stealing a few candies from Minho’s goodie bag. 

“It is snow!” Jeongin exclaims once you reach the High Street of Hogsmeade, giggling at the feeling of being able to kick piling snow off the ground. “Look, Y/N! It’s the first snow!” 

You follow him gleefully, eating candy and catching the falling snowflakes on your palms. 

You’ll never forget his rosy grin and excited giggles from that day as he formed the snow in his hands and ran around without much of a care in the world. 

“Did you know,” He points out to you after a while, giggling at a snowflake getting caught up on your blue beanie. Catching it with his fingers and blowing it away to the ground, he continues, “that whoever you’re with on the first snow, you’ll be with them for a long time?” 

You knew it very well as you nodded with a smile. Of course you knew, you’ve been hoping to catch the first snow with your best friend. “Do you want to be together for a long time?” 

It was an innocent question, of course, but the blush on Jeongin’s face instensified easily. “O-Of course, why wouldn’t I?” 

“Expecto patronum!” You finally cast the spell, heart beating erratically once more as your eyes meet Jeongin’s across the room. 

In a moment of strength, the same brilliant wisps of silver emerge from your wand and forms a fennec fox that energetically runs around the room. 

No shit, Y/N, Minho rolls his eyes at you with a smirk, this whipped behavior is just too obvious. 

Shut up, Minho. You frown at him, furrowing your brows even more when the fox quickly disappears. “Innie, how about you try?” 

Jeongin, half in a daze all this time at seeing your fox patronus, shakes his head back to reality and fumbles as he agrees, “S-Sure...” 

- 

“So...what did they—what did Y/N think about?” Jeongin hesitantly asks in a low voice, gaze trained to the old red carpets lining the hallway back to the Gryffindor quarters and hands picking on the bumps along his wand. “You know, when they...casted the patronus.” 

Minho tears his gaze away from his wand, faintly illuminating the path to the moving staircase, to the younger boy who now carries a faint blush on his cheek. “Wouldn’t you like to know, loverboy?” He teases with a chuckle, earning him a childish whine of protest from Jeongin. 

“Hyung! That was literally the point of tonight!” 

“Eh, well...” Minho winks, jogging ahead before Jeongin could protest further. Turning one last time to the younger boy, he then telepathically communicates, I’ll let you know tomorrow! The Room of Requirement can make up a Pensieve if we ask for it, right? Just wait until then so you can see for yourself! 

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december 19 (hwang hyunjin)

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Why Orion is the most unfairly treated dog in Ginga (both in-universe and by the fandom) and why Rigel is actually kind of a cunt when you think about it

So recent chapters of the nightmare that is Ginga Densetsu Noah have me thinking real fuckin’ hard. Rigel’s now been named Supreme Commander, and I have some serious fuckin’ problems with that considering the literal first thing he did when given the chance to do something leader-y was nearly hand over all of Ohu (right after the Monsoon battle, mind you) to the cunt who captured and nearly crippled his dad, like sure yeah Weed’s a cuntrag and deserves it but Rigel should actually give a shit about him, yet he does this shit anyway. And yeah, maybe this was a trick to go and get reinforcements later but one, I highly fuggin doubt Yip Yip was just gonna be like “Ok cool yall can leave then” when, again, look at what happened to Weed and the Nokizaru, and two, he could’ve brought that shit up with Ohu they were literally right there next to him he could’ve whispered some shit and then pretended like they were consulting it’s not like Yip Yip and the Akashit Squad are all that smart. But that’s besides the point. I bring up Rigel because people are real fuckin’ quick to act like he’s the good brother and Orion’s not worth shit, huh. Orion’s been done real dirty since GDWO and I’ll tell you why.

First of all, no one actually fucking tells Orion calmly when he’s doing something wrong, not even in the beginning of GDWO, they all just fucking screech at him about how he’s a little shit which ofc is gonna make him wanna act out out of spite, and it’s never his parents that do anything, no it’s always other adults who SAY they oughta do something but don’t do it. You could say that maybe they tried being more patient before but we don’t see that and they only ever do this with Orion and not Rigel, who also does crazy shit like that. You’d think Kyoushiro of all fucking dogs would see that Orion’s a tough guy like him and take him under his wing but I guess not because Orion is everything Weed isn’t and Jyoushiro’s quarter of a braincell can’t handle that apparently

Then there’s the fuckin ending of GDWO when Weed isn’t even subtle about how much he worships Sirius’s little baby dick for looking and acting just like him, taking him off to battle and not idk the fucking puppy who’s actually killed two guys because he’s had fighting experience but go off, and then there’s that shit Gin did like yeah punish Orion for not wanting to leave the rest of the army (when he really should not give a fuck about them because clearly they don’t value him). And double fuck you to this fake ass Ohu Army for just standing there and watching Orion get beat for doing something none of them have the balls to fucking try and do, even Izou like wtf man u were more of a dad to Orion in this whole manga why tf are you standing there man

Now Rigel started off like Orion and was a spicy boi who swore and picked on Bella but he had character development with Terumune and learned to be more chill which is cool there’s nothing wrong with that. You know what is wrong with that tho? Rigel’s weird ass behavior of acting like he and Orion weren’t them bois cutting up together in GTLW and GDN, like I know Rigel mostly just fucks off and hangs out in the background but he really acts like he doesn’t know his own brother when he opens his mouth like for example that scene where Rigel just runs the fuck off like a bitch when Orion is pouring his heart out to him

Let’s back up a bit and talk about that for a moment, Gin and Akame really set Orion to fail by being hella cryptic, whether it was Akame seeing that Orion was trying his hardest to try and answer his questions correctly and then WHISPERING SHIT TO SIRIUS LIKE UM DO YOU NOT SEE THAT ORION ALREADY HAS ANXIETY AND IS TRYING TO DO WHAT YOU WANT? and then fucking Gin with his whole “If you move, Paradise will fall and everyone’s gonna fuckin die” like gee thanks Gin why not some actually helpful shit like “Hey, make sure everyone recovers and is doing alright before we plan a new attack” no just scare the piss out of Orion so he’s constantly second guessing himself and has to jump off a cliff to calm down because talking to someone won’t fuckin’ help, so with that in mind, why the FUCK is Rigel acting like Orion’s the selfish one for wanting to go with his friends and protect them from whatever stupid bullshit Sirius and Monsoon are doing??? Rigel doesn’t even apologize or even just stops to talk things over with what should be his closest brother, but nah just bring Chibi’s worthless token good bear ass back and act like everything’s cool, great plan Mr. Supposedly Best Leader Material

I already brought up GDN and why Rigel’s stupid ass decisions make him even worse of a choice for leader than Sirius, but you know what would be a good idea? if Gin had just never fucking retired in the first place, or better yet, actually fucking give Orion the advice he needs and not be weird and act like he’s the problem when you shitasses are just standing around waiting for him to fail

This rant got a little rambly and I apologize but if you managed to get through to the end then that’s hot that’s hot

So uh yeah that’s a load of my chest see ya

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Bunk Buddies - Shinarthur

I roleplay as Shinra/Arthur, dm if you have a Shinra/Arthur muse. This prompt is just a suggestion.

Brief: Shinra can’t sleep and decides to pester his roommate instead. In a turn of events, two bodies end up cramped onto one bunk. (See tags for triggers and end of post for notes)

AU/Canon: Canon | Words: 1,245

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It was late in the evening, midnight long forgotten on the clock, but Shinra found himself surprisingly wide awake.

He lay on his back, hands linked across his stomach, crimson eyes losing focus and then refocusing on the ceiling.

His index finger was tapping against the back of his left palm. He was exceedingly bored, unsure why he had been plagued with this early morning energy.

There was nothing for Shinra to do. He could practically quote the magazine beneath his pillow from how many times he’d read it and his phone was charging on his desk. He wouldn’t be able to get it without disturbing Arthur.

Arthur.

Shinra silently rolled onto his waist and scooted to the side of his bunk, leaning over the edge as he stared down at the unresponsive blond.

His body contradicted his mind because where Shinra’s thoughts screamed ‘ugly’, his heartbeat was ameliorating within his chest.

Shinra pursed his lips. He knew it was immature to wake Arthur up, especially when they had training in a few hours, but he was so extraordinarily bored.

His lips began to stretch into his maniacal smile and he reached for his pillow. In one swift motion, he tossed the object at the other’s head.

Unsurprisingly, Arthur immediately awoke with a fright. He grabbed the handle of Excalibur and sat up at a remarkably fast speed. Still being dazed and half-asleep, this meant Arthur was quick to bang his forehead against the bunk above him.

Shinra crinkled his eyes and began to laugh, covering his mouth with one of his hands to try and stifle the noises. His laughing only grew louder as he watched Arthur head-butt the base of his own bed.

It took Arthur a moment to configure his thoughts. When he realised they weren’t under attack, he dropped his trusty sword and resorted to clutching his forehead.

“What the hell, devil?” He complained in a tired groan, rubbing the irritated pink patch of skin.

Shinra snorted, borderline wheezing, leaning further over the side of the bed to mock Arthur’s plight. “It’s not like you have any braincells left to kill!” He teased.

Arthur’s eyes narrowed as he tilted his head to stare up at the other male, noticing the way his brown hair dangled and swung with the way his body was leaning vertically downward.

It was... adorable... in some stupidly juvenile sense.

“I’d like to try and keep the ones I do have.” He retorted with a yawn, stealing a glance at the clock. It was three in the morning. Why was Shinra awake? Could he not sleep? And more importantly, why did Arthur care?

That toothy smile was a blinding light in the darkness of their bedroom. “That’ll be easy! Seen as you’re trying to protect nothing- Woah!” His tease was cut short when the one remaining hand gripping the bunk’s support railing slipped and Shinra went toppling over the side.

Truth be told, this was not the first time Shinra had fallen from the top bunk, so despite the sudden tension across his shoulders, Arthur didn’t shift from the bed to make sure the brunette was okay.

“You deserved that.” He muttered, ignoring the boy’s mewls of pain from the floor and instead settling back against his mattress, slotting Excalibur snug beside him.

“Arthur-”

“No.”

“Arthuuuur-” The voice whined from somewhere on the ground.

“What the hell do you want, devil?” The blond huffed, draping an arm across his eyes. Knights weren’t supposed to be awake at this hour in the morning, he should have this male executed for disturbing him.

“I think I broke my back.”

“You’re not a princess. I’m not going to save you.” Arthur retorted, somewhat relieved by hearing the other’s snicker. If Shinra was capable of laughing, he certainly hadn’t broken his back. Again, that question resurfaced; why did Arthur care?

He listened to the faint sound of shuffling, before feeling the side of his mattress dip. This prompted Arthur to remove the arm draped across his eyes.

“So, if I was dying, you wouldn’t help me?” Shinra questioned, crawling further onto Arthur’s bunk. There was no discontent behind those words, Arthur could tell the raven was only playing with him. That realisation motivated his answer.

“Definitely not.” He denied, but seemingly made no attempt to have Shinra leave his bed.

Shinra sat on his hands and knees, that familiar smile reclaiming his lips once again. “I would help you.”

A smirk tugged at the corner of Arthur’s mouth. “A knight doesn’t need the help of a devil. I have Excalibur and that’s all I require-”

“Why do you sleep with it? That’s so weird.” Shinra interrupted him, reaching forward and untucking the sword, pulling it away from its possessor.

Arthur blamed the lack of sleep for his slow reaction time. “Hey!” He sat up, only to have Shinra’s hand centring on his chest, keeping him pushed away and the blade held from reach. “Give it back!”

“Ah ah ah,” Shinra tutted, outstretching his arm further when Arthur feebly attempted to reach for it. “I’m just looking-”

“It’s only supposed to be touched by noble hands!” Arthur simultaneously argued and insulted.

Shinra furrowed his brows. “I have the hands of a hero! A hero is better than any nobleman!” He disputed.

Despite the situation, there was a sweet, unspoken trust between the pair. Arthur didn’t enjoy people touching his sword and yet, here he was, not putting up much of a fight to retrieve it from Shinra.

That was something Shinra could respect. He let the blade slip from between his fingertips and fall onto the floor. “Why don’t you sleep with a human and not a piece of metal? You damn weirdo!”

Arthur’s eyes diverted from the blade laying against the floor to Shinra’s face. “Excalibur is not just a ‘piece of metal’!” He argued, before sliding his arm across the back of Shinra’s neck and tugging him forward. His leg found purchase around the other’s waist, pulling him into a chokehold.

Shinra beamed, placing both his hands on Arthur’s chest and reciprocating the wrestle with the boy.

“Die!”

“No, you die!”

Their breathing grew more laboured the longer they struggled, until they mutually grew too tired to continue.

Shinra was sprawled over the top of Arthur, his face buried into the pillow beside the blond’s messy hair.

Arthur panted softly, before jabbing two of his fingers against Shinra’s side. “Get off me.” He mumbled, attempting to move but being entirely squished.

Shinra simply hummed in response. “No, I’m comfy,” He denied, but he continued to speak before Arthur could argue in retaliation. “Besides, I’m much better than a piece of metal.”

Arthur let his hand drop down to his side. Wide blue eyes were staring at the bunk above, an unsolicited stagger growing ever prevalent in his heartbeat.

“...Not a piece of metal.” He whispered softly in response after an extended period of silence.

Despite having his face buried into the pillow, Shinra’s mouth still managed to curl upward in a smile. “Whatever helps you sleep at night.” He retorted, voice muffled.

But, in the grand scheme of things, as exhaustion started to override Shinra’s consciousness, he began to realise that laying like this, so close to the blond, was what helped himself sleep at night.

And, in the morning, when the pair awoke warm and entangled, mutual screaming filled the base, as did the pounding of both their hearts.

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[Okay, I had to write about these two, I just really love their dynamic and it definitely paves the way for an enemies-friends-lovers relationship. I can imagine the pair of them having their first kiss really late at night while sharing one of their bunks (because you best believe it becomes a common occurrence). Getting caught by their acquaintances and having to feign disgust would also be amusing.]