#not that i think youll care

[julemmaes]

Besties

A/N: apparently this can't be considered a drabble cause it's like 1.6k words or smth like that, so I'm tagging people since some complained about not getting tagged

She kept her eyes on him as he paced her living room, a hand fisting his long hair and the other hidden in his jacket's pocket. With the way his feet were dragging on the floor every time he turned around to go back and forth, she thought he might reach the foundation of the building.

The picture was kinda comical and she'd have laughed at her best friend if he hadn't stormed into her apartment thirty seconds ago with a lethal expression on his face and seeming the most pissed off she'd ever seen him.

Nesta was waiting for him to talk, knowing full well that if she pushed him before he was ready to do so himself, they'd end up screaming at each other.

She sipped her tea, clutching the mug between her ice cold hands, her eyes never leaving his tormented figure, wondering why he had been ignoring her texts and call all day.

They were at an honest ten meter distance—her, sitting on a stool in her kitchen, him, digging a path in her living room—but she could still see the anger etched in his features.

Nesta arched a brow, glancing at the thermostat on her kitchen wall when a breeze of cold hair hit her, making her shiver. She was about to get up to turn up the heat when he exploded.

"What the fuck was that?!"

Nesta startled, almost dropping the mug in her hands. She frowned, sitting back down, but straightening her shoulders, readying for battle.

"What was what, exactly?"

Nesta kept a mellow tone, hoping her friend would take on her silent advice to calm his raging emotions.

Cassian was furious, though, and his eyes were blazing with something wild. His breathing shallow as he weighted his next words. Careful, then—scared of what her reaction would be to whatever he'd just unleashed on them.

That caught her full attention.

They didn't tiptoe around each other like this. They never had in their seventeen years of friendship.

Cassian breathed in through his nostrils, clenching and unclenching his hands.

"I saw you, after the game. At the party." He grumbled, his voice rough, as if it pained him to say those words.

Nesta slightly nodded, starting to play with the ring on middle finger. The one he had gifted her for her 18th birthday. His eyes traced the movement and quickly slid back to hers.

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

He took a step towards, then halted and ran a hand down his face. Cassian looked at her and then covered his eyes, turning to the window as his body trembled.

"I saw you with Helion."

Nesta's heart stopped in her chest and started beating wildly the following second.

Cassian kept his back to her as he leaned over the desk she kept right under the window, as if he physically couldn't keep himself up.

"I saw you kissing him," he went on, his voice breaking.

Nesta opened her mouth, but no words came out.

Never, in their almost-twenty years of knowing each other, had they come this close to confess. And she had not seen this coming.

Not today. Not ever.

"And I know– fuck," he brought a hand to his face, pinching his eyes. "I know we're not– I know whatever we're doing isn't exclusive or anything like that. Shit, I know it, okay?"

He still wouldn't look at her and even if Nesta though she was a pro at reading him after all this time, it came hard to her to do so when everything he was saying made no sense to her.

"I guess I just thought this time," Cassian stopped again, took a deep breath. Another one.

When he turned to lean against the desk with his hip, Nesta was stunned to see his eyes red with unwashed tears.

Stunned, to recognize those same feelings flickering in her chest mirrored on his face.

"Cass," she whispered, putting her feet down and standing up.

His throat bobbed as he swallowed, "I think I believed this time things were different. And seeing you kissing him... it broke me."

That's why he'd been avoiding her. He hadn't been nursing a hangover. He hadn't been hanging out with his team, as he normally did after a big game.

He'd been actively ignoring her calls.

"I don't..." she said, eyes bulging as words failed her once again.

Cassian smiled sadly at her, shaking his head.

"I know you don't," he whispered as they looked at each other. He held her stare for a tiny bit longer, as if trying to imprint her image in his brain.

As if he was scared this was the last time he got to look at her.

When he closed his eyes and turned to the side, Nesta felt sick to her stomach.

She didn't really hear herself talk when she said, "No."

Cassian's eyes snapped back to her. And this time, they gave her strength, and she let him see.

See, for the first time, what she felt for him.

She tentatively stepped closer to him, a hand on the table to help her keep her balance.

"No, you don't know," Nesta murmured. "You don't know shit."

He frowned. "What are you talking about?"

Her words, from just mere minutes ago.

They were such clueless motherfuckers.

An unexpected, disbelieving laugh escaped her control and she was surprised to feel tears gather.

"Oh my god, you really don't know shit, Cassian."

He was getting visibly frustrated by the second.

She smiled, bringing a hand to her chest, "I only kissed him cause I saw you dancing with Danika."

His lips parted.

"He offered me a shot, cause he knows what seeing you with her made me feel. I got tipsy. I kissed him because I couldn't stand looking at you with someone else." Realization dawned on her then and she took a confident step forward. "And he pushed me away, saying I was being an idiot. Cause he has to know what you feel for me."

Cassian gaped, his forehead wrinkled.

She breathed out a laugh, placing her trembling hands on his chest, and his own, instinctively, reached for them, holding her there.

His heart was beating impossibly fast. Matching hers.

Nesta's words came out wobbly then, "We're so fucking stupid."

"I'm not sure I understand what's going on here," he said.

She smiled, "I think this is the moment where we realize we love each other."

Cassian heaved, sagging. His eyes filled with tears and he closed them, leaning down. His lips brushed her forehead, tentatively, seeing if she'd back down.

Nesta only pressed against him, pushing her face into the crook of his neck. Leaving a kiss there.

His entire body shuddered at the contact.

"Nes."

"I'm sorry," she said.

He shook his head, "I'm sorry."

She pulled back enough that she could look him in the face and when his lips turned up, she took it as an invitation.

The kiss was soft, gentle.

Two best friends that had waited way too long for it to happen.

His lips caressed hers and her tongue ran over his mouth, making him moan. His hands went to her waist, clutching her tight. Hers slid up his chest, framed his face and pulled him down firmly to her.

Cassian mumbled something in the kiss and she detached herself shortly just to ask, "what?"

She went back in, more fiercely than before, not really giving him the chance to repeat himself.

When he chuckled on her lips, pulling away, she let go of his cheeks, slipping her hands in his hair, scratching at his scalp. His breaths came out shaky.

"I said," he kissed her again. "I said, I hate you so much."

The words gave her whiplash and she pulled away, searching for his eyes.

That wasn't really what you expected your brand new boyfriend to whisper during your first kiss.

His hands didn't let her go too far as he fastened his hold on her. Not that she had intended to go any further than this, anyway.

She'd heard the irony behind his words, but still she couldn't ignore the hint of truth there.

"What? Why?"

Cassian laughed, very little amusement in the sound.

"Why?" He repeated. "Girl, I've been taking you out for months now and you didn't even notice."

Nesta tilted her head, sincerely confused.

"No, you haven't?"

"Mh, yes, I have?"

She shook her head, "I swear, you haven't. Must have been your other bitch, I'm telling you."

He rolled his eyes, now glimmering with mischief, "I have no other bitch, dumbass."

Nesta bit her lip, "I still have zero idea what dates you're talking about."

"Oh, c'mon," he complained, brushing his mouth over her cheek. Then the other. Then her own mouth. Before she could catch his lisp in hers, he continued. "I took you to Lily's every Friday. And every time I thought I'm gonna kiss her tonight, I'll do it. But then you'd suggest we went to whatever party the others threw and we never really had a moment for each other at those."

Nesta wanted to punch him.

"Let me get this clear," she started. "You wanted me to somehow catch up on the fact that the very platonic outings we've been going on for the past ten years since you got your license, turned into dates—in your head—and when nothing really changed, in the way you asked me on them, in the way I accepted to come, you thought I'd just randomly know they were actual dates?"

Cassian blinked at her. And nodded. He had the nerve to nod.

"Oh, fuck you, Navarro," she laughed.

He smirked, fire lighting his eyes.

"With pleasure."

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[chinchilla-clown]

hi dca fandom i make an offering after lurking for years what if one-sided crush but its not dca thats crushing hard

[tyciel]

yay redheads. more to come im sure

[wlw-cryptid]

I am once again thinking about having a big strong butch lay back in my lap to nurse after a long day

Telling them that I want to make Daddy feel better and pulling their hands to my chest, helping them pull my shirt away. They'd hum and humor me because not even whatever cool-headed calm exterior they put on will stop them from having their princess's heavy tits in their mouth, and I'd eagerly pull them closer. Once their mouth was full, I'd start start talking them through it. Telling them how good it feels in my soft, warm voice, telling them how much I love them. What a good daddy they are, what a good butch they are, how they take care of me like a good husband should. My body's here to take care of all their needs.

I'd go from holding their hand to rubbing their forearm to massaging over their hips, and their eyes would get heavy as they relaxed more and more into me. Sure I'd sigh and whimper and love how it felt, but my voice would begin taking on that other tone; the one that reaches into their mind and soothes all their thoughts down until they can only wait for what I tell them. Before they even realized it, they're preening at being called a good boy and I'm undoing their belt, slipping my hands under their pants and palming at their bulge. I coo about how hard they are, how sweet they are to me, asking them little things like "do I taste good, sweetheart? does that feel good?" just to make them nod and listen and obey more than anything else. When I stroke their cock through their nice black boxers, I want them to moan into my breast and whine out "more" and "please" until they can't take it anymore n remind me whose in charge

[luck-of-the-drawings]

OOOH BABY THIS ONE WAS A LONG TIME COMING. NIGHTMARE NIGHTMARE NIGHTMARE!!

YOU THOUGHT IT WAS A DAY LIKE ANY OTHER. A DAY OF ADVENTURE WITH YOUR CLOSEST FRIENDS. OH HOW TIGHTLY YOU HOLD THEM TO YOUR CHEST, AND OH HOW TERRIFYING IT IS TO WATCH THEM GET EVISCERATED BY SOMETHING YOU DONT UNDERSTAND. MAYBE IF YOU JUST LISTENED A BIT MORE, IF YOU LET THE SMART ONE LEAD THE CHARGE, THIS WOULDNT HAVE HAPPENED. ONCE AGAIN YOUR IMPULSIVENESS LEADS TO DISASTER. HEAR ME NOW, YOUNG TIDESTRIDER, YOUR STUPIDITY WILL BRING THE DEMISE OF EVERYTHING YOU WERE BORN AND FORGED TO PROTECT. HOW COULD THE PROPHECY HAVE CHOSEN SOMEONE SO USELESS? I BET YOU WISH YOU CHOSE THE RIGHT LEVER. FAILURE.

[randomminty]

Yeahlow

[mushimatsu]

choromatsu handwriting post

compiled all of choromatsus handwriting that i could find bc i love him

i realize these were all made by different teams and have different sources (anime/games/webkuji/etc) but there are some similarities between them all and i think its cute. i'll try to make it easier for ppl that cannot read japanese too

(note: some of these may or may not be valid criticisms, im not a native japanese speaker but i got my bachelors in japanese. idk if this means anything to anyone im just pointing out things that im noticing and maybe it will be interesting to you. if you notice anything else interesting feel free to add)

commonalities i noticed:

sometimes will combine multiple character strokes into one (normal thing to do, i've seen some native speakers do this)

with a few exceptions (mt takao for some reason), generally neat handwriting. proper and easy to read. not too big, not too small, not over stylized, but not messy either. very choromatsu

letter in s1e24

very nice handwriting, legible and neat. this is closest to how i think i would picture his handwriting. i know that the staff across different ososan things probably don't care too deeply about keeping minute handwriting details consistent and that's why they're all gonna look different but i like this one best for him.

new years cards in s2e13

very cute, love the stupid drawing of himself. everything very nice and tidy. to me these characters look a much curlier and rounder than the ones in the letter.

for both the letter and the new years cards it looks like he was careful to properly write out all the strokes of the kanji, even for more complicated ones like 緊張 and 就職. we see in mt takao that his handwriting gets a LOT messier. i know the real reason is because it was probably different animators that did his handwriting, but i'm choosing to believe that in canon it's because both of these are more fancy/formal letters addressed to people, whereas the trip guide is just for him and his brothers and doesn't necessarily need to look nice.

also i adore his tendency to add little drawings to things, like this and the mt takao guide he's everything

trip guide from mt. takao s3e8. his handwriting here, for some reason, is exceptionally bad especially compared to everything else. he writes like a little kid and i love his shitty little drawings. he's so cute.

my teachers would always correct my kanji down to the tiniest strokes, if i wrote like this is class i would get scolded so bad. you can see him combining his strokes together for 記念撮影, this will continue for the other pictures too. cute detail imo

the 昼 in 昼食 is definitely written wrong, but the second kanji 食 might be a little nitpicky. technically that bottom part is three different strokes, not two crossed over each other

more of him combining the strokes together. i wouldn't necessarily say that's wrong, since i've seen people do that before; it's probably just a habit that happens over time. i do it in english too

HOWEVER, he did write the 日 radical in 撮影 wrong here. previously, i thought he was just combining strokes again so that it looked like three lines instead of two (note 3 and 4 are two parallel lines, he just didn't lift his pen up)

but when you look at this it's clear that he very much did write three lines this time. that's the wrong radical

anyway

another example of him writing a two stroke character with just one. again, this is fine, ive seen people write their characters like this. however it looks bad when he does it here

i love how he wrote "campfire" i love how for some reason he didn't keep the letter sizing consistent or straight. also his little campfire drawing

１９時

キャンプ

ファイヤー

also there's two ways to write そ, its just a matter of choice its not important but he writes it the second way. and he messed up a kanji again

these next ones are maybe less canon cause they're not from the show itself

Airport Matsu

very tidy, combines a couple strokes together. both 松 (matsu) characters look like he combines the last two strokes together instead of writing them as two separate ones

and he does a similar thing with the right half of 野 in Matsuno

nostalgic moments webkuji

this one he writes every stroke and doesn't combine them and that's probably because different people worked on these and the tiny details like this don't matter to anyone but me. or you could say that he wrote a little neater in high school and started simplifying things as he got older.

Rock School

he drew himself again lol

i think his handwriting looks very good here actually. idk how to describe it but i like when handwriting looks like this specific way in japanese. i've seen other people that have handwriting like this and it just looks so nice. like the characters seem to vary in size, but somehow it makes it a little easier to read imo?

like in the first bullet point (underlined in yellow), the す in 多すぎ�� is a little big, but like it looks nice. in the second bullet point (blue), the の in 世の中 is slightly smaller but it emphasizes the kanji on either side of it. the stroke on the side of the か characters are written a little longer than usual (red). like it just looks nice, everything is shaped really nice and whenever i see people that have this handwriting i always try to emulate it lol

Neetpro

this one is a bit messier than the others. the way he wrote チョロ just doesn't look as nice as the way he wrote it in airport matsu and nostalgic moments. the way the て is written is more curved compared to the others. also the 界 kanji (blue) is written in a way that looks weird to me, and kara from this same set also writes the kanji that way so i think the same person might have written all of them lol

also interesting is that he writes き differently in this one

i was told by one of my professors that you're supposed to write さ and き with the upper and lower parts disconnected when writing by hand. it's only in text that they're connected. but i've still seen some people write them in the connected way

in all the other examples, choromatsu doesn't write them connected like that, just this one.

sukiya app

my lovely boy and his nonsense words and lies. the handwriting here comes off as very cutesy to me, at least compared to the others. some of the ways he writes, especially any box-like shape, seems round in a way. he also connects the right half of 野 again.

overall writes very neatly, altho a lot of the kanji here seems like its very big on the top and smaller on the bottom, and a lot of the letters seem more rounded. all the other examples just feel like the writing is a bit more angular, with the exception of the new years cards.

extra: coloring book

the way he wrote his name here is messier than the other examples. i like that he added little commentary on his own coloring though ("looks good!" "the tail was black too i believe") maybe he colored this with a paintbrush????? the strokes look as if he was trying to write quickly with a brush as if it was a pen. so maybe that's why its a little messier

anyway thanks for reading. i love choromatsu

[theloveinc]

act i scene i: older, childless, bachelor Barbarian!Bakugo finds you six months pregnant hiding in an empty stable during one of his clan raids--and instead of slaughtering you as a much younger him might've done...he throws you onto his cart of treasures and decides to take you home so he can start the family he never had with you and your child as his bride and baby.

[lunarharp]

warming back up..with silliness.. watching shrek 2 again & Dreams . cause i have a lot of dreams that are weird

[kiddokori]

eunyung baek goes off the grid in their mid twenties and haejoons like guys hes fine he’s unreachable all the time he’s probably on an impulse trip to europe or some crazy shit hes fine he’ll reach out he always does while at the same time frantically stalking all his socials to figure out where the hell eunyung went and calling people and getting with private investigators and then eunyung messages the group chat out of nowhere one day like “heyyyy im in france lmaoo sorry my phone died and i couldnt find the right charger in stores (˶◕‿◕˶✿)” and then haejoon puts a bounty on his head

[justaz]

listen. my guilty pleasure is those merthur fics where merlin is handed over to foreign lords and they get violent and then arthur finds out and goes apeshit. love it. so fun. but what i think is so funny is that like,,, merlin would punch back. maybe not realistically, maybe he’d restrain himself, but spiritually merlin is throwing hands. i just think its funny bc in like all the fics ive read merlin is the personification of 🥺 over it

[zer0point5ive]

adam who knows the door is wide open, knows he could leave at any point, knows that lawrence wouldn’t stop him, couldn’t stop him and yet. and yet .. adam who looks at the fresh crimson stain on lawrence’s shirt collar, the red beneath his nails he hasn’t quite managed to scrub away yet and wonders if there’s any universe in which he’d run to the cops, to anyone. adam who knows there isn’t. lawrence wouldn’t stop him but adam wouldn’t run. adam who despises everything jigsaw stands for, tells lawrence as much, tells lawrence that he’s gonna be the first to dance on that bastards grave when he finally kicks it but who still stays with lawrence. despite it all. because he’s lawrence, because he’s adam’s. because they’re so inextricably intertwined that not having lawrence around now would kill him as surely as reaching inside and pulling out his own beating heart. he’s everywhere and he’s everything, living in the spaces between adam’s ribs and wrapped around his brain like a live wire. running would be suicide and besides, adam’s not gonna let him go, can’t. not now. adam who would absolve lawrence of just about anything as long as he’s by his side, as long as he keeps coming back, as long as he switches the light on when he gets home and cups adam’s face oh so gently in bloodstained hands

[fallenwhumpee]

"An Hour."

• Masterlist ���

Warnings: Hospital settings, aftermath of captivity, mentioned death.

Medic, despite what their job would suggest, wasn't a caregiver. They were just a mechanic working on circuits, not who carefully kept the whole mechanism running. They could fix people, but it was that. Someone would have to take over the aftermath.

Much to Medic's relief, Leader was a caregiver. A good one, even.

Too good, they lately noticed. Too good that it was starting to make Medic worried. But just like every other day, Medic knocked the infirmary door in exactly same time, before opening it fully. Youngest was asleep in the hospital bed - Medic had said Leader that it was unnecessary, but Leader  brought one anyway - and at last drops of their IV.

"An hour," Leader muttered. At this point it felt like a ritual. So, without a word, Medic moved and changed Youngest's IV to antibiotics as Leader deserted the room silently. Probably to sleep.

Good, Medic thought. Leader needed it.

Medic made their way to the armchair, only to see Leader's office keys on it. For a moment, they considered giving it back. They respected privacy, but they were also curious. For the last one month and a half, all Leader did was looking for Youngest, caring for Youngest or staying in their office. The first two was understandable, but the third...

Now Medic could learn whatever Leader was doing in their office.

Medic hesitated. They shouldn’t invade Leader’s privacy—Leader had done nothing to earn suspicion, at all. And Leader never broke anyone's boundries, so Medic doing it to them was just wrong. But something had been gnawing at the back of Medic’s mind for weeks now, something beyond the usual worry for Youngest. Leader’s behavior, so single-minded, so intense, felt wrong. So wrong for someone almost obsessed with making the future better. And if there was something in that office that could explain it...

Steeling themselves, Medic turned and walked down the hall to Leader’s office. The key slid into the lock with an ease that almost felt too simple. "Where's Leader?" Medic shouted. Leader's room was wide open and Leader wasn't there.

"Went for a quick walk," Right Hand shouted back.

Medic took a deep breath. "Okay," they muttered. With a simple twist, the door creaked open. Medic slipped inside, shutting it quietly behind them slowly. The room was dim, the only light filtering through the half-drawn blinds, casting long shadows across the walls. At first glance, it looked like any other office—neat, organized, professional. Just like how Leader liked to keep everything. Medic opened the lights.

Notes. Dozens of them, pinned to a board on the wall, scattered across the desk, and even taped to the edges of the bookshelves, almost creating a wallpaper. Most were in Leader’s precise handwriting, detailing locations, names, dates, and other pieces of information that, together, painted a picture out of a detective's office. Medic’s gaze was drawn to a map on the wall, marked with pins and red string connecting various points. They moved closer, recognizing the locations as places where incidents had occurred—break-ins, disappearances, attacks. All related to Youngest.

Their heart pounded as they picked up a file from the desk. It had a picture, the person's face partially obscured, but there was no mistaking who it was. Medic had seen that face around Whumper—one of the underlings of them. The person had been found dead two weeks ago, the cause still under investigation. There were detailed reports about them, autopsies, locations, biographies... informations that Medic doubted Leader had the authority to kno let alone storing.

They set the file down, their hands trembling slightly. Leader had been gathering evidence, but it wasn’t just about finding Youngest. It was about something more.

Another photo on the desk caught their eye. Medic took it, revealing more photos, more notes underneath. Some were crossed out, others highlighted. A list of names—people connected to the kidnapping—each one with a note beside it: confirmed dead, under surveillance, possible lead.

Some of these people were no longer a threat because they were dead. Was it coincidence, or had Leader...?

The sound of footsteps in the hallway snapped Medic out of their thoughts. They hurriedly closed the folder and placed thr picture back on the desk, glancing around to make sure everything was as they’d found it. The door clicked shut just as the office door opened.

Leader stepped inside, looking tired but alert. They froze for a moment, eyes narrowing as they stared in the sight of Medic standing in their office.

“What are you doing here?” Leader’s voice was calm, but there was an edge to it, a warning.

Medic tried to keep their expression neutral, forcing a casual shrug qs if they weren’t digging through the room for the last ten minutes. “You left your keys on the chair. Thought I’d drop them off.”

Leader’s gaze flicked to the keys in Medic’s hand, then back to their face. For a moment, neither of them moved. Then, slowly, Leader crossed the room, taking the keys with a nod.

“Thank you,” they said, their tone polite but distant. “Please wait for my return next time.”

Medic nodded, feeling the tension in the air like a physical weight. They turned to leave, but couldn’t help one last glance at the desk, at the folder now lying innocently on the surface.

Leader didn’t miss the look. “Is there something else?”

“No,” Medic replied quickly, shaking their head. “Just... take care of yourself, okay? You look like you haven’t slept in days.”

Leader’s expression relaxed, a smile so soft and tender taking over. “Don't worry. Byt you should get some rest too.”

How could Medic be suspicious of them when all Leader did was worrying and caring for the team? Shoving the guilt down, they forced a smile and left the office.

-•-

Later that day, Medic was in the break room when the news broke. The television mounted on the wall buzzed with static before the anchor’s voice cut in, somber and urgent.

“We interrupt this program with breaking news. Henchman, a key figure in the recent string of criminal activities linked to the late terrorist Whumper, was found dead earlier this evening. Authorities are investigating, but details remain scarce at this time.”

Medic’s blood ran cold. Henchman—another name on Leader’s list. Dead. Just like the others.

They stood frozen, the room spinning around them. The timeline didn’t add up. Leader couldn’t have done it—they had only left the office for ten minutes, not enough time to cross the city and back. But the coincidences were too many, too pointed.

When Medic next saw Leader, they couldn’t help but study their face, searching for anything. But Leader looked even more drained than the last time, still trying to hold it together desperately. When Medic mentioned the news, Leader’s response was calm, almost indifferent.

“Tragic, but not unexpected,” Leader muttered, shrugging slightly. They weren’t even focused— they looked like they could just collapse and take a twenty four hour nap. “Agency was after them. It was only a matter of time.”

Medic nodded slowly, but the uneasy feeling in their gut only grew. There was something, something that was beyond their understanding. But as Leader walked away, Medic knew one thing for certain— Leader was doing something wrong. It was either their sleeping habits or the team had a huge problem.

-•-

Soo, have another random one. This is standalone, but I wrote this with "A Score to Settle" in my mind. Not quite part two, but I began writing with that intention.

[greasydumbfuck]

thinking about frank and sex (in a sad way)

[mmeepp-mmeepp]

@0rang3Sod4dtiys this is my first drawing contest I think so um here enjoy Idc if it'll win I just want you to recognize this please

And of course the sketch

:3 meep

[which-qsmp-egg-would]

Who's excited about camp tomorrooooow?