#thank you for sending him in i kiss you

[avengerang]

       Piltover  was  quite  the  busy  place,      if  you  are  used  to  endless  deserts  with  not  a  market  in  sight  for  hours.  Which  wasn't  as  busy  was  the  place  he  found  himself  at   —   some  .  .  .  lab   ?   Thingy-room   ?   The  amount  of  papers  lying  around  makes  the  shuriman  doubt  it  wasn't  a  classroom  between  seven   &   four.  There  was  so  much  more  INTERESTING  stuff  to  do.  Outside.  Cursed  be  his  formidable  good  upbringing   (  which  one   ?  )  ,  for  Akshan  waited  so  politely   (  crazily  bored  )  until  Jayce  would  maybe  turn  on  his  heels   &   finally  utter  the  words  'Alright,  I'm  done,  we  can  go.'.

But  the  inventor  was  seemingly  occupied  with  .  .  .  whatever  that  thing  was.  The  small  apparatus  looked  unlike  anything  the  sentinel  has  ever  seen   —   almost  like  a  relic,  but  more  shiny   &   certainly  cleaner  than  the  ones  he  spotted  in  his  life.  Plus,  the  little  thing  twinkled  prettily  every  few  seconds.  Lidded  eyes  closed  up  to  the  strange  device,  one  finger  tentatively  reaching  out  to  tap  tap  tap  it,  perhaps  to  give  his  brain  a  faint  stimulant  to  his  bored  mind.

                                  NON - SEXUAL   ACTS   OF   DOMINANCE .  @hexwrought : [ swat ]  jayce swatting akshan’s hand away from something they’re not supposed to touch . (this one amused me greatly)

       ❝  Alright,  alriiiight, ❞    Palms  up,  hands  on  either  side  of  his  head.  Not  for  the  touching,  then.  Which  means  Akshan  would  suffer  another  round  of  .  .  .  Staring.  At.  The.  Walls.  Can't  get  enough  of  that.  With  one  exaggerated  sigh,  the  rogue  turned  cross-armed  towards  Jayce.   (  Pout  from  the  silent  scolding  persisted  )  .

       ❝  Is  there  a  reason  we  are  wasting  our  time  here  or  is  this  some  cruel  attempt  of  testing  my  patience   ?   If  I  wanted  to  see  sparkly  gems   &   piles  of  old  papers,  I  might  as  well  go  to  a  museum. ❞

[gd-dollopole]

I should find another hobby

Anyway, if Merlin was set in modern times, Arthur would have called Merlin his “gay awakening”.

[softquietsteadylove]

Red and Green

Gil is glowering. He's been glowering almost since they arrived. He's happy to help, of course. Jack is in the winter play, and since Sersi is also teaching at his school, they've all come to help out with last minute decorating and such. He's baked five sheet pans worth of goodies for the bake sale taking place before and after the play.

Thena is on stage, helping Jack and a few other kids with putting fake snow everywhere. She's not exactly taking part but she's good at keeping them from throwing it on each other or anywhere unnecessary.

That's not the problem. The teacher talking to her is the problem.

Gil doesn't know who he is. Ben says he thinks he's the gym teacher or something. Seems a little young--aren't gym teachers always old dudes who don't actually play sports? This guy is their age, visibly handsome, even from a distance.

"You're a natural with them," the tall, blonde stranger insists.

Thena shakes her head, "I couldn't disagree more. I am here for Jack and no one else. The little hellions can fend for themselves."

She says, and then still decisively stops two boys close to the stairs from seeing what the fake snow tastes like.

"Well, I think you're a natural." Who does this guy think he is? He was moving some larger stuff around with Ikaris all afternoon. Apparently until Thena caught his eye and lured him away.

Gil rolls his eyes as Mister Blondie pulls off the fleece he's been wearing. His t-shirt gets pulled up a little with it, just enough for the stage lighting to really emphasize the full, washboard eight pack of abs he's got.

Phastos clears his throat loudly in Ben's ear. "Ahe-hem, Mister Stoss."

"Habibi, please," Ben attempts to lean away from his husband. "It is not a sin to have eyes, my love."

Gil sneers to himself. Thena has eyes. And while she wasn't openly admiring like Ben had - no matter how briefly - he knows she's seen them. He just...knows it.

"Gil?" Ikaris walks over to him, tugging at his own t-shirt now that boxes are moved or sets are arranged, or whatever they've been doing. "Wanna give us a hand?"

"Who is that guy?" Gil points blatantly at the man still chatting Thena up while she's trying to keep an eye on Jack and his friends.

Ikaris looks and shrugs. "Teacher."

Gil shakes his head at him. If Ikaris weren't both Thena's brother and Sersi's husband, sometimes he really wonders how they would have become friends. "Thanks, helpful--I meant how did he and Thena get to talking. She doesn't usually talk...with people."

It's not his most subtle tactic. But Ikaris doesn't seem to pick up on his greenish aura. "I heard him ask her a little about what she used to play. Guess they're talkin' about college sports?"

Gil's discomfort only increases, though. Thena did play sports when they were younger. He didn't. And he knows that she misses how she used to play soccer in high school and even in the first year of college.

His eyes are glued to them as Thena smiles and even laughs faintly as she talks to Whats-His-Face.

"What?" Ikaris asks him outright (no tact at all).

Gil huffs, deciding he's done just watching things unfold. "I don't think you'd like it if he was chatting up your wife."

Ikaris makes a face. "I guess not. But he's not. And Thena's not your wife."

Gil doesn't have a defense to that. He storms off so Ikaris can't announce to all the auditorium volunteers how flushed he is. Instead, he hurries up the little stairs onto the stage. "Uh, hey."

Thena stops dead in her conversation to smile at him, "hey."

He has to give it to him, if Mister Golden is bothered at all by the interruption, he doesn't let it show. "Hey, thanks again for helping out. The school doesn't have much to offer for things like these. Volunteering really goes a long way for the kids."

Gil tries not to scoff at Mister Perfect's magnanimous speech. He offers a stiff smile and hovers closer to Thena. "Yeah--I need Thena's help with the bake sale stuff, if you'll excuse us."

Thena lets him grasp her hand and all but pull her away. She only lingers enough to point over her shoulder, "Jack is in charge."

The other kids whine, but he's still riding the high of having all his 'cool' aunts and uncles help.

"Oh," Mister Friendly laughs faintly with a bright smile (and perfect teeth). "Well, it's already snowing out. You should stay warm inside."

Gil bristles as Mister Flirtatious' hand comes dangerously close to touching Thena's shoulder. He pulls her closer to him.

"I can give you a hand," he offers.

Gil is now borderline tugging Thena with him. "Thanks, but I need to, uh, ask her opinion on some things."

He wants to get right in the guy's face and tell him that of course he knows it's already snowing. He's not going to let Thena get cold! He rushes off the stage with her and makes sure to grab her coat off the back of one of the chairs. Maybe it's a bit obvious, but he loudly shakes it out and holds it up for her to slide her arms into the sleeves.

Mister Sunshine just smiles and waves before going back to watching the kids.

Gil sniffs. "He's friendly."

"Quite." It doesn't tell him what he wants it to. Usually Thena isn't warm to people just coming up and talking to her.

"What were you guys talking about?" he asks, realizing it's too late for him to be asking in a fake-casual way. He shoves his hands in his pockets as they walk out of the auditorium and head outside.

"He introduced himself as the physical education teacher," she states factually, which at least isn't the smitten fondness he was dreading hearing from her after their interaction. "He told me Jack is doing exceedingly well in his activities."

Of course that was his in; Thena is a sucker for talking about Jack, in any way, shape or form.

"Phastos is insistent Jack learn American football, but my practices with him have been paying off," she states with her nose all the way in the air with pride.

Gil laughs. Thena is determined to get Jack so hooked on it that he calls it football instead of the American 'soccer'. "It is a little less physical than football."

They get outside and Gil shoves his hands deeper in his pockets. Maybe it was dumb for him to get Thena's coat for her and not go looking for his own.

"Gil, aren't you cold?" she asks outright.

"It's okay, I just need a hand with a few of the trays," he excuses with a smile, unlocking his car from where they stand.

"What did you need my opinion on?"

Oh, right, the blatant and bold faced lie he told in order to soothe his own jealousy. What was he thinking? Ikaris was right, Thena isn't his wife--she's not even his girlfriend. But that never really bothered him so much as when he saw Mister Model up there chatting her up...showing off his abs to her.

"Gil?"

"Uh, well," he hesitates to get out as they step out from the school doors' cover and into the light evening snow. "I guess...do you think what I made will sell well?"

It's lame--it's super lame, and embarrassing. It's a bit late, isn't it? He's made a full dozen of five different desserts. Wouldn't he have asked this before he got so far into the process? And she and Jack were there when he baked them at Ben and Phastos'!

"Of course they will," she answers honestly, though. He likes the blunt and earnest realism on her more than Ikaris. "Your baking is always amazing. I'm sure the school will make back the cost of the play and then some."

"If they make the 'then some' I think I should get to keep the profit," he mutters. Thena laughs at his joke, but butter is expensive, and he's made three dozen different shortbreads! "Here."

He hands Thena a tray of the frosted cookies, which have to be separate from the rest to keep their design integrity pristine. He carries the other three trays himself and closes his trunk.

"It's nice that Jack is excited about it."

Gil smiles, some of his earlier agitation melting away. Thena, for all her insistence that she didn't like anything to do with children, lives for Jack. She loves coming to his school events, helping with parent stuff. He knows she's lied at her job so she can attend every single soccer game he has, even when they're at 4 in the afternoon on a tuesday.

"I didn't expect him to be so happy to have all of us here."

"Well sure," Gil chuckles, breathing a little easier now that it's just them. "Jack thinks you're the coolest aunt in the world. He's bragging to his friends right now about how you were a pro soccer player and know how to use swords."

Thena rolls her eyes modestly. "I keep telling him it's an amateur fencing class."

Calling it amateur is a disservice; Gil has witnessed a little of it giving her a ride once, and she dominates in it.

"I hope he never gets tired of having us around for things like this," she admits to him quietly, maybe even sheepishly. "Even when he's a teenager."

Gil smiles even wider, because Thena is just so sweet and loving under her calm and placid exterior. "I'm sure he won't. At least not you--maybe Uncle Ikaris."

Thena laughs, and it shows off her teeth in a cute way.

Gil shifts his load to open the door for her. He really didn't need help with anything, but he doesn't need to confront what it means that he was so desperate to get her out here with him just yet.

"There you two are, people are starting to arrive!"

"Sorry, just had to keep 'em nice and cold y'know," Gil murmurs as Sersi rushes forward to take Thena's tray for her. He sighs but Ikaris has some decency and extends his hands. Gil lets him take the top tray from him. "Are you sure I'm supposed to have this much real estate?"

Sersi waves a hand. "I've run this bake sale the last three years. I am not exaggerating when I tell you two parents at most will actually bring enough. Everyone else just brings a store bought cookie platter and lets it suffice. They don't sell well and they just take it home with them after the play."

"Gil will put them all to shame."

He blushes at the confidence Thena has in him. "If it's to help the kids put this play on again next year, then fine."

Ben has his phone out, snapping pictures. "They're gonna knock people's socks off, Gil."

"Thanks guys," he sighs as he unwraps his trays upon trays.

"They certainly look great!"

Gil's blood pressure spikes again. He turns and someone has let the golden retriever with a whistle around his neck out of the auditorium. "Thanks."

"Jack's been bragging about how his uncle is the best cook on the planet. I hope I can snag one for myself before the play!"

He's just being friendly, but Gil can feel his veins tightening under his skin with every word out of this guy's mouth. He looks at Ben, who's all excited and bouncing with his phone up. "What?"

Ben points.

Gil looks up, as does Thena. There's a pretty half-assed sprig of mistletoe hanging from the decorative archway put up over the table. He looks around; none of the other ones have this. He's ready to tell Ben to stop messing around. But then the presence of Mister Smiley and the memory of him flirting with Thena resurfaces in Gil's mind.

Thena's eyes go wide but she doesn't move as he pulls her closer. He slides his hand up her cheek, letting his palm angle and hide where their faces make contact, and not too briefly. Her eyes flutter closed.

Everyone's jaws drop (except Ben's).

Gil pulls away. He's kissed her close enough to her mouth that it will look the part, but not actually on her lips. But far away from her cheek that it can't be misconstrued from her view. He smiles as her eyes open again and she blinks at him.

He's never seen Thena blush before.

"You know I wouldn't kiss you without asking," he whispers before pulling himself away from her. "But, uh, come find me after the play is done?"

"H-Hm," she squeaks out, taking a few stiff steps away, her heels clicking like a fawn's hooves as it learns to walk.

Gil goes back to setting up his bake sale spread, some renewed vigour swirling in his chest. He peeks up from the table. Mister Perky seems to have gotten the hint and has started directing parents with trays to take the other (smaller) tables. Gil is satisfied.

Ben loudly snaps a picture, practically giggling. "Habibti, you're as red as the tinsel."

"Stop it! And delete that!"

Gil chuckles to himself as Thena rushes back into the auditorium and away from the commotion he's just caused. He does hope she comes find him after, and not just because he's her ride home.

Ikaris gives him a strange look but Sersi rushes him inside too. She leans back into Gil's view to give him an enthusiastic thumbs up. He blushes, but if Sersi thinks it was the right move then maybe he's onto something.

Gil takes a seat, ready to start selling. He has to admit that maybe he owes it to Mister Chatty to save him a brownie or something. But only if he gets to kiss Thena again later.

[osarina]

i know you already have plenty of different aus but please hear me out!

PM boss reader x executive dazai, she would try avoiding playing favouritism, but everyone would know dazai's her favourite executive, he would definitely take advantage of that to slack off without any consequences since he could just use his puppy eyes on her. Despite having his own money, he would want to be spoiled be her, he'd be kinda of brat sometimes to her annoyance.

(honestly I can't really see her being the PM boss but i think the dynamic would be cute! Also, I wanted to mention that I'm obsessed with the civilian dazai, he's so cute in it! And I just finished beast, it was heartbreaking but I love sad endings. I love your writing so much! And I've been obsessed with them lately)

NONNIE WHEN I FIRST READ THIS ASK YOU HAD ME ABSOLUTELY INSANE JUDHAFASIUDFHASUDFDASUFIH LIKE I WONT LIE I IMMEDIATELY WENT TO OPEN A GOOGLE DOC LOLLL TRUST THIS IS GOING TO BE WRITTEN

[eureka-its-zico]

Y’ALL JUST HEAR ME OUT.

How many times has anyone watched episode 4 where at the end Kaya kisses Usopp goodbye? That WHOLE scene has me dying for one specific reason.

Yes. Zoro is awkward. He looks away. They all do. But the WHOLE time even when Luffy and Nami start talking and she says, “Let them have this one.” He is STILL looking uncomfortable and nervous. Like, what is even affection?? What even is kissing???

I know they are supposed to be between 17-19 when they all first meet, but after watching this scene over and over again, and finding this video, y’all cannot tell me that Zoro has 1) had a girlfriend 2) has kissed someone. Because that boy is so nervous just from WATCHING A KISS. It’s giving cute fuckin inexperienced in the ways of affection and life and I can’t deal. He’s so soft and such a baby. A BABY.

This is why when I write for him he pushes back at any sort of affection or he struggles to say or do the right thing, feeling wise. He’s inexperienced when it comes to relationships and what is the right thing to say. Even in episode two, he says “I don’t talk. I hit things.” If He’s about to profess some type of feelings prepare yourself for a messy and confusing ride cause it’s going to have a lot of starts and stops and heavy sighing mixed in with throat clearing.

Attached is a video I came across from a Brazilian fan account for One Piece that literally just focuses on him the whole time during the kiss. You can try and tell me I’m wrong but 🤷🏽‍♀️🙃🙃🫠 I’m officially in on that idea.

https://www.instagram.com/reel/CxBYidfO8Dz/?igshid=MzRlODBiNWFlZA==

[ravenekrops]

Tell me about Donovan I hear he's a dead guy and I wanna know more!

OK SO i don't have much like, actual plot to his story since he's a "minor" OC of mine but i do think there's potential for a good story about him! >:3

Gerard de Vos was a dutch sailor that turned to piracy in the 18th century around the end of the Golden Age of Piracy, eventually getting captured and sentenced to be hanged for his crimes. the previous night to his execution, as he was locked in his cell, desperate as he was, instead of praying to whatever god a normal person might've believed in, he called upon a "demon" (TL;DR aliens from other dimensions that have wacky powers that don't follow Earth's rules) and asked it for immortality. of course, immortality doesn't exist (citation needed), so instead the "demon" traded his soul for an eternal flame. and the time for his execution arrived. Gerard de Vos died, hanged in public for the crime of piracy. that is what the records say. what they don't mention is that the next day, the body of the pirate was missing, the rope he was hung from burnt on its end. that day, Donovan Byrne was born

his body was dead, but his new soul kept it alive and running. this meant he was immune to most physical harm. he could get stabbed, shot, cut, it didn't matter. he simply did not die. and so he pirated, pilfered, robbed, assaulted, murdered and commited heinous crimes to the whims of his non-beating heart's content, for years and years to pass... ghost stories would be written about Donovan the Undying, the pirate that couldn't be killed, the pirate that would haunt the seas

but history moved on and piracy stopped being a thing, although that didn't stop him from continuing his crime spree. he adapted, changed with the times and became more accustomed to the new ages. he kept his unlawful activities for a very, very long time. but everything loses its shine as it ages, and boredom started to grow inside him. with no risk it also came no thrill, and with no thrill there was no fun to be had. he started slowing down. aimlessly wandering from place to place instead of eagerly looking for his next hit. he's done almost everything life has to offer him, after all. he didn't need to sleep anymore, but sometimes he'd find a place to stay and simply lay down, not sleeping, but moreso in a sort of comatose state, letting as much time pass as he could bear. he was bored, tired. immortality wasn't so fun anymore

he attempted to take his own life several times to no avail. he'd always end up waking up somewhere else in one piece, his body impervious to lethal damage. you can't die if you're already clinically dead, after all. and turns out that having something that's not a soul where your soul should be ends up giving problems. with time, this hellflame started to become unstable, and its contact with Donovan's body started to faulter, which in turn caused him a series of troubles. sometimes his soul wasn't able to reach his body properly, causing him to die during variable periods of time, from minutes to days or weeks. sometimes his soul would overflow its physical container with its energy, detonating a fiery magic explosion around him, destroying whatever was close with ice-cold flames. his body was starting to crack under all that energy flowing in him, and it wouldn't be long until something really bad happened if he didn't do something about it

soo that's more or less where he currently is. since he's in my modern monster world, that means he's still alive at least in the 90s, so he hasn't nuked a continent yet hhhhh. but! he is looking for a way to safely kill himself. he doesn't really know that waiting for the soul to burst out of his body would be a cataclismic event, but he's smart enough to know it'd be bad, not only to the millions of people that would die, but because he's not sure what'd happen to him afterwards, so he prefers looking for the safest way out. the only problem is that he's spent the last century or so doing basically nothing, so he's uh, very out of date regarding, well, EVERYTHING, but mostly technological advances. lots to catch up on

now for the more technical details about his undeadness! because i know you like those ehehe. i did do some very barebones research about decomposition for this. his "soul" provides energy for almost all his bodily functions: that means he doesn't need to eat, his blood doesn't flow, he doesn't need to breathe, the standard undead stuff. he does need to hydrate though (otherwise he'd end up like a raisin), so the only thing he ingests is water. eating food will end up with the food rotting inside his stomach because his digestive system stopped functioning ages ago. he also has certain-- i'm not gonna say regeneration bc it's not THAT extreme; it's more like sped-up natural healing process powered by his soul, where his wounds, no matter how severe they are, will eventually close. arm cut off? hold it in place for a few days and tada! reattached. they do leave scars tho. and i'm not sure what'd happen if you cut his head off, so let's not do that maybe hahah. the thing about having a dead body running around against its will is that it will try to die. sure, being fed with energy and constantly moving around keeps it from decaying, but only to a certain extent. as centuries pass and Donovan starts being less active thus lessening the amount of energy he uses from his soul, his body starts doing normal corpse things like starting to decompose. it doesn't get to rotting levels, but the "i'm supposed to be dead" signs start to show. his senses start decaying, his body temperature averages to room temperature, his skin gets really pale, his movements become sluggish and his brain starts malfunctioning too, which leads to memory losses among other things

i've only got two scenarios written about him. one is about how he meets this girl who works night shifts on a gas station on the outskirts of a city, saving her from a poorly attempted armed robbery in which it's revealed that he is in fact, undead. after the initial shock has worn down, the girl is actually pretty chill about it, and they end up becoming friends, her also helping him with learning about modern times. eventually, she'll also help him find someone who can euthanise him safely, even if that means dealing with iffy individuals and questionable and very possibly illegal supernatural research groups

the other scenario is about how he "dies" during a walk through a park and is discovered by a random civilian walking their dog a few days later. after calling emergency services and getting absolutely no identification from him (they found a very antique powder gun on him tho, strange), his body ends up in the nearby town's morgue, ready to get an autopsy and see if there's anything that could hint at this man's identity. the doctor (mortician?) who's assigned to examine him stays late to get it done as soon as possible, so he starts opening him up and taking a look inside. a very bad time for Donovan to regain consciousness. he almost gives the doctor a heart attack when he suddenly grabs him by the labcoat and very angrily asks him what the HELL does he think he's doing, spilling his guts like that. after the initial shock has worn down and a few words have been exchanged, Don convinces him that no, he's not gonna kill him, he just wants to leave and be left alone. the doctor hesitantly agrees to help him, and then shenanigans ensue

andddd that's all the Donovan lore i currently have! i hope this was an interesting enough read hjfdkhgjfdksgjfdk, i'm not very confident on my worldbuilding skills yet. if i said something that wouldn't make sense or you have questions about how certain things would work, ANY of you can feel free to mention it! maybe i can apply a bit more realism to the story, or maybe i'll just go "a wizard did it" and call it a day! who knows! but i'm always up to recieving feedback and/or ideas i could incorporate to my stories and magic systems :] i love making shit up it's so fun teehee ^·^

Spooky Askbox is open! asking about my OCs is very much encouraged!

[jrueships]

Kawhi+paul georp

PAUL GEORP

[crossbackpoke-check]

Dysprosium, Mary Soon Lee

dysprosium, AN 66, is a silvery-white rare earth metal. its name is derived from the greek dysprositos, meaning “hard to get at”, owing to the difficulty in separating and isolating this rare earth element. dysprosium is used to measure neutron flux, to fuel reactors, and to activate phosphors. terfenol-d is a magnetorestrictive alloy, meaning that it changes shape when a magnetic field is applied, and is used to manufacture underwater acoustic systems.

jason “robo” robertson, dallas stars #21 for @simmyfrobby’s nhl periodic table poems <3

[prettyboykatsuki]

going insane. thinking of wyll and reader raising little lily together... it only takes him one glance at you playing with your daughter, the sound of your melodious laughter and the tiny ones happy little giggles makes his heart leap with joy.

he wonders what he's done to deserve this. such happiness in the form of a loving spouse and a beautiful daughter.

he wonders about giving lily a little sibling too... later that night, when she's tucked in for sleep and you're laying in bed with your husband, he presses a kiss to the palm of your hand, trailing tender pecks of affection down your arm, up your shoulder and neck, smiling against your skin as you hum happily, comfortably at his affection.

when you ask what's gotten him like this he smiles, looks at you with a love so deep its difficult to hide - not that he wants to of course... he voices his thoughts, how he wants to father another child with you at his side, how he wishes to have some semblance of a normal life with you after everything you've been through, with two (or more, should you want to) wonderful children besides you.

you're silent for a bit and he's quick to reassure you its entirely up to you, he's already happy as it is, he doesn't want you to feel pressured...

he quiets down when you kiss him, hands cupping his face and he can taste saltiness on your lips. tears fall down your face but not of sadness or anything of the sort... it's happy tears, as you smile and whisper that you want this as well, you'd love to carry his child into this world one day...

you don't think you've ever seen wyll be this happy as when he kisses you back, one hand caressing the front of your stomach, where your future child will eventually be, like he's already anticipating it, desiring this as much as he did that first night you kissed under the stars.

im going to walk directly into the ocean

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

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hello!!!!

just here to say to say that ur works give me the best sadness ever like nose sore, tears welling up but in such a tender n nostalgic way that i wanna sit here n read ur pieces forever. i only found u cause i wanted some good ol’ poly stsg fluff n i was saur happy when i saw the sashisu piece as well!!! im currently on the quest to binge everything so im sorry about the spam likes n reblogs but ARGH! THE FEELS!!!! the way u write all the characters so tender n soft n it goes straight to my heart 🫶🫶🫶

in conclusion, heart is warm, tummy has butterflies, eyes r lowkey swollen, n there’s a smile on my face! thank u so much!!!!

(´∀｀)♡

🥺🥺🥺 HIIIIIII ALLY !!!!!!! i was just about to thank you for your tags on the sashisu fic and then i saw this….. you’re suchhhh an angel i’m gonna WEEP

FIRST OF ALLL never apologize for spam liking or rbing !!!! it makes me so happy !!!!!! T_T knowing that anyone would binge my fics is like . genuinely the best feeling ever i appreciate you soso much.. i’m so happy they could warm your heart!! 🥺 sorry about the tears though . sending satoru and suguru to wipe them away asap !!!!! hang in there!!!!!!!!

AND AND !!!!!! if you like poly stsg fics then you’re in luck :33 cause i’m planning to write another one soon!!!! just . self-indulgent …. hurt/comfort……. because i like the idea of the jjk blorbos tending to their burnt out readers……… BUTTT i hope you’ll enjoy that one whenever i post it 🥺 just gonna leave a snippet under the cut in case you’re interested….!!!!!

silently, tenderly, suguru treats the nosebleed. you’re pliant and defeated, too tired to resist, letting him hold your jaw like it’s made out of porcelain, gently dab the cotton ball around your nose. as soon as he’s pulling away, you fall back on the mattress behind you — turning on your side so that you aren’t facing them. 

”fine,” you hiss, so low they barely hear it. ”fine.”

quietly, you cradle a pillow to your chest. hiding away. sensing their heavy gazes, digging softly into your back; the weight of their insistent worry.

the two men share a look.

satoru is the first to act. moving closer, slow and tentative, leaning over the mattress to ruffle your hair. you just barely resist the urge to swat his hand away, still frustrated and ashamed… but he’s being a lot more gentle than usual. so you let his big palm run over the expanse of your head, almost delicately, without complaint. trying not to melt at the feeling.

then he’s walking out of the room. nudging suguru’s shoulder, in passing, shooting him a glance that he interprets perfectly —

take care of them, okay?

……. i just want them to coddle me 😵‍💫

[kaidanalenkosprmanager]

THE BEST OF PRIORITY: MARS (PART 2)

Featuring: Cmdr. Sophie Shepard, Maj. Kaidan Alenko, Lt. James Vega, and Dr. Liara T'Soni With: The Illusive Man and Dr. Eva Coré Your vision is pathetically limited. You were a tool- an agent with a singular purpose. And despite our differences? You were relatively successful. But like the rest of the relics in this place, your time is over. Mass Effect 3: Legendary Edition (2021)

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congrats on 1 year!! I’m so glad to have met you doing that time! 🩵

For the prompts I chose:

for the first time i had something to lose

And I’d like it with Rin from bluelock ofc (I know no one is surprised) 🩵 I don’t have a preference for trope, just whatever you want to do with it is fine!

itoshi rin x for the first time I had something to lose

request a character + prompt here :)

“I don’t understand why you’re being so difficult about this”

“And I don’t understand why we can’t eat in silence”

A deep scowl settles over your pretty face and, as he glances up from his plate at your stubborn silence, Rin lets out an impatient snort.

“You’re being the difficult one, you know that, right?” he takes another bite from just one of the million onigiri his mom has left on the kitchen counter before heading out.

“I’m curious, sue me” you brush your hands clean of any food remnants and he barely resists the urge to roll his eyes while inching forward to swipe your bottom lip with his thumb to collect a few rice grains. You can’t help the heat the crawls up from your neck up to the very roots of your hair as he casually brings the same thumb to his mouth, teal gaze unimpressed.

“Yes, I felt nervous about entering blue lock. Now drop it”

You perk up right away, satisfied smile creeping onto your lips.

“Knew it! Why were you nervous?”

Instead of replying or even going as far as acknowledging your question, he takes both your plates and gets up to wash them.

“Rin?”

He doesn’t even have the decency to hum in response, exceptionally busy making sure all traces of grease and soy sauce are eradicated under the strokes of the soapy sponge he’s digging his fingers into.

“I literally can’t stand you”

“Really?” he peers at you from over his shoulder, plates finally clean enough to be set in the black drying rack by the sink “I seem to remember a different version of that statement from last night. Just like that, oh god, love you so fucking much Rin, keep-”

“Do not finish that sentence, Itoshi” you hiss, thankful as ever for being the only ones currently home. He’s shameless like that, always has been.

One could easily think he’s just a closed off, self entitled asshole, and he is most of the time. But for those who have been in his life long enough to make it past the fences he’s put up, Rin Itoshi is actually so much more. A respectful son who enjoys visiting his parents whenever he can, if he’s sure he’s the only one traveling home. Certainly grumpy but always kind enough to thank cashiers at the grocery store and wish anyone who serves him a nice day. He hardly forgets important dates and occasions, always has flowers delivered for his mom’s birthday and expensive, vintage vinyl records sent as presents for his dad’s.

There’s a playful side to him, too. He’s a sucker for inappropriate jokes, mainly because he can keep a straight face as the person unfortunate enough to be his target practically combusts from embarrassment. He’ll never admit it but he actually doesn’t mind spending time with some of the guys he had met through Ego’s project. You wouldn’t go as far as calling them his friends but, except for a few old school mates, he doesn’t really spend time with anyone else. He’ll say they’re a fucking headache but you’ll still catch him grumpily correcting Bachira’s english accent over voice memos or cursing under his breath whenever Isagi calls but picking up nonetheless.

You, however, along with his parents, are the luckiest. Rin still allows you to catch glimpses of the affectionate child he once was, full of life and smiling so much his cheeks would hurt all the time. His dream has stayed the same and he’s still working his ass off to fulfill it but what’s also stayed the same throughout the years is the value he gives you. You’re one of the very few parts of his life he deems irreplaceable. It’s been like that ever since primary school, precisely since the day you had decided to sit with him at lunch and insisted on sharing the vanilla purin your mom had packed for you.

He still remembers the flush heating up his entire face at your excited we’re gonna be best friends not even ten minutes after meeting him. And sure enough, while you never left him, he also never found it in himself to leave you. Not after the sleepless nights, the draining study sessions, that time he got drunk and you had to retrieve him from the small football field close to his house, the first brush of lips while still in high school, the same one that still works its magic and makes every place feel like home as long as you’re close enough.

“Rin, you know those are not yours!” your anger is as fleeting as the offence you take, his teasing long forgotten as you eye the popsicle he’s just grabbed from the freezer.

“Want one?” he deflects, well aware of the fact that you prefer ice cream. You narrow your gaze at him.

“Sae is visiting next week, you already had your share”

He doesn’t even mind hearing his brother’s name, not if it rolls off your tongue.

“Don’t care” he states and offers the tiniest smirk as he sits across from you once again but grabs your sleeve first, tugging until you give in with a sigh.

“You really are insufferable” but who would believe you actually mean it? Not him. Not as you sit on his lap and gently brush some hair away from his eyes. His gaze flickers to the small, already fading mark he's left on your neck the previous night, a shadow just underneath your jaw. Rin already wants to freshen it up.

“Can you really not guess why I was nervous?”

You shrug and tilt your head to the side, genuinely curious.

He drops his head enough to rest his forehead on your shoulder, watermelon popsicle already melting and making a sticky mess of his fingers.

“For the first time, I had something to lose” he mutters against your skin.

But even then, he knew you would've waited for him. Just like he would always wait for you.

[sweetheart-madison]

When and where?! I'm all yours!

Hehe, Texas sweetheart, I’ll be waiting for you when the ball drops!😘

[xenoshadow13]

Pspspspspsspspspsps

Don't mind me here, just smile and giggle at these two dorks for a bit.

[angel13xo]

ITS THAT TIME YES IT IS

soooo what will my next watch be?? YOU PICK

(so my indecisive ass doesn't have to)

[teddybeartoji]

nickname + routine for mitoru !!

MAIIIIII MY ANGEL MY LOVE MWAH MWAH MWAH

nickname - what are some names they like to call the other?

OOOH MY GOD SATORU IS SO INSUFFERABLE WITH NICKNAMES AAAAAAAAAAAA IDK HOW HE KEEPS COMING UP WITH THEM!!!!! his most used one is still just 'baby' though he loves calling me baby and he loves it when i call him baby hehehehe

but then he does go around calling me snookums and sweetheart and angel and honey bunny and kitty and bubba and silly goose and the missus and boyfriend and peanut and cupcake and darling and pookie and peaches and sweet pea and hot stuff and and and i could just keep going idk he just pulls these out of nowhere (i love it)

i do sometimes steal some of them too but yeah i love calling him baby like i already said aaand sweetheart and also darling and angel:33333333333 i seem to be a proper... sap......................... (i would kill for him)

routine - what’s something they do together like clockwork?

SUNDAYS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! every sunday we eat pancakes together and then clean the apartment and that goes like clockwork too btw. he does whine a little but it's more just for the dramatics bc we both think it's fun to do it together yk? we put on some music and we laugh and then it all gets done so much faster than it would if you were doing it alone and it's perfect. it's our little routine<3333

aaand then after all that we always take a bubble bath and we wash each others hair and usually it's quiet when we do it bc we're so tired from all the cleaning but it's sooo so comfortable. there are no words needed, it all just flows so smoothly. and after soaking in the water for way too long lmao we get out and then we dry each other off and apply moisturizer too. we just have to do everything together ok it's #true love AND THENNNN THE MOST IMPORTANT PART IS THE FACE MASKSS!!!!!!!!!!!! THE SKINCAREEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

we put them on alongside with out cute little sanrio headbands and pyjamas and then we always try to kiss each other without messing up the masks lmao idk why we keep doing it it's so stupid BUT YEAHHH and then we go and snuggle up on the bed and put on a film or a tv show and it's just the best thing ever i love spending my sundays with him so so much wahh:((((( I LOVE HIMMMM<333333

selfship asks!