✼ー hello, my dear patrons.
i have an important announcement to make.
for my own mental health and reinforcing my boundaries, i will be implementing changes on how i interact in this blog. the general rules (shop etiquette) and taglist rules (membership) have been updated to reflect this.
to give a short summary of the changes, moving forward, i will fully cease interactions with minors or ageless blogs. the same goes for my taglist, which i have purged. more details can be found in the two links above. feel free to drop by my askbox if you need any clarifications.
i'm sorry to my mutuals / friends / followers, who are minors / uncomfortable in disclosing their age, but have been following the rules and respecting my boundaries. i'm truly sorry it had to come to this, but i have had enough. the nature of my content will stay the same but if these changes doesn't sit well with you, please feel free to unfollow or block.
lastly, if you have been following my rules, genuinely, thank you so, so much for respecting the human being behind the handle name 'zhongrin'. you are a blessing to humanity and i hope good things will come your way soon.
ps. i will be reblogging this post for about a week or so, just so people can see it.
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ik ur requests r closed buttttttt could u maybe write a quick drabble thingie 👉👈
ik this is weird but like i’m super into like traditional “masculine manly” men who r like super into “girly” cute things. like hello kitty n wearing pink. so how about with price, pretty please
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ps love u
It may have been one two or three drinks at the bar when you had described your ideal type to Price.
You hadn’t been awfully specific in your description. You had just said that you like pretty people, pretty people could be boys, could be girls, could be really anyone, could even be Price.
As he stares at himself in the mirror, he thinks he looks pretty with concealer dabbed lightly on his face to hide any visible imperfections, eyeliner drawn in such way to give a sultry look to his eyes and pink on his lips and cheeks just to feel pretty.
He’d even gone as far as to dig up one of his favorite tops out the closet, the one with a plunging neckline that hugs his pecs just right and shows off his dog tags.
It’s not often he allows himself to look this way, to look pretty. The army wasn’t a place for pretty men and as the captain of a sas squad he rarely allowed himself to look this way.
However today he wasn’t an army man- a captain of a sas squad. Today he was John, just john, the man who’s been pining after his best friend for years and went out his way to get all pretty for you in hopes of you noticing him, and not in the way a friend would spot a familiar face in a crowed but rather in the way someone would lay their eyes on a person that they loved.
However for a second he feels doubt creeping up his back, bile rising up his throat and legs readying themselves to run because you’ve never seen Price dressed up and with make up on.
You’ve only ever seen him with black face paint smeared on his face, dressed in heavy gear that protected vital organs and hid vulnerable parts of his body.
What if when you said you liked pretty people, you didn’t mean pretty women and men, what if Price wasn’t included in your definition of what you think is pretty, what if you laugh in his face when you see him all dressed up with make up on his face what if-
He doesn’t get to grumble on it any further before the door bursts open and you walk in.
“John are you ready to g-“
He braves himself, swallows down the acid burning in his throat, stretches out his hands as if to present himself before saying the words “well how do I look?”
You try to speak, but no words slip past your lips and your voice even embarrassingly breaks, as you try to answer his question.
“Didn’t think you’d feel this strongly about a lad in make-up” he says with a forced chuckle, in an attempt to ease the tension while folding his arms across his chest.
“What no wait-“ you say, words rushing to tumble off your lips while furiously waving your hands in the air.”it’s not like that”
“‘It’s alright, no need to explain let’s get moving before we’re late” he says while brushing past you.
“John” you say as gently grab ahold of his arm.
He just hums in response, a forced smile painted on his face as he turns to meet your gaze, braving himself for what you’re about to say.
“I wanted to say that it suits you” you say and it’s only now he hears the slight crack in your voice the way you’re shyly looking down at the floor while fidgeting with the sleeves of his shirt.
“Yeah?” He says, voice sounding steadier and smile turning much more genuine.
You just hum in response, hand going to his face to swipe away the mascara that smudged on his eyelid before smiling down at him. “Yeah I think you look pretty”
“Pretty?” He echos back to you in response, tone heavy and word carefully uttered as if you’d take them back any second if he said it too loudly.
Your hand cup his cheek, calloused thumb caressing soft skin, and for a second he dares imagine that your eyes flicker down to his lips.
“Very pretty” you say with a smile on your face, touch lasting a bit too long before you drop your hand to gentle grab his elbow.
“Come on, we have to go now or we’ll be late”
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Lemi Lemon Loads!!
Look out for Lemons in your inbox!! 🍋✨
I'm going to start an event called Lemi Lemon Loads! Where I'll be dropping off little Lemi Lemons in your inbox!!
It'll look something like this:
Then I'll ask you something like "What are you going to do with your new lemon?"
((If you like, reblog, comment, whatever, there's a better chance at receiving a Lemon! Since I'll be able to see you and drop the little guy off!))
This is just a little fun thing I thought of, and like I dunno, I wanna make someone's day with a Shark Lemon lol
((Reblogs appreciated!!🍋💕🦈))
Event: On!
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hi! I'd love to read more about your boarding school AU! only if you have something in mind of course.
safe travel! <3
Love you anon, I'm glad you enjoyed it. I hadn't written anything for a while, but here's a fic I just wrote in my notes app for you. It's Bezz/cele mostly. Kiss kiss hope you enjoy even though it's whatever! 💗💗
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Pecco shows up a little late at dinnertime and delivers the news as he pulls a chair next to Franky.
"Apparently it's picture day tomorrow for the team, around 11." Pecco announces as he pours himself a glass of water.
"Why are they rushing it?" Bezz asks from where he's sitting next to Cele.
"They want to get it done before the principal travels for his guest lectures and we leave for the regionals" Luca responds on Pecco's behalf who nods in his direction.
"What are we expected to wear?" Franky inquires.
"The whole shebang. Suit and tie and winter trousers." Pecco's response immediately makes Franky and Bezz groan in protest.
"I don't even have a pressed shirt." Luca remarks.
"You can borrow one of mine." Pecco tells him.
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After dinner Bezz accompanies Cele to the infirmary to get his bandages changed. Cele had cut his palm open in a lab mishap. The nurses had stitched it up fine, but recovery was chugging along. Bezz has been helping him since then, always coming to see him after classes, and sitting next to him during meals to ensure he ate.
On the walk back to the residences, Cele quickly makes a mental checklist of whether he has his full uniform ready for tomorrow.
"Why are you so quiet?" Bezz asks him as they cut through the lawns in the dark.
"Thinking about where my clothes are."
"I'll help you find them."
"No that's fine Marco. I'm just worried about washing my hair."
"Because of your hand?" Bezz asks.
"Yes. Bathing is already difficult"
"I could.... I could help." Bezz speaks after a moment, an edge to his voice.
"Okay, thank you." Cele nods in response to Bezz's offer.
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Bezz and Cele are the only two people in the the dorm bathrooms at this hour. The halogen lights makes a buzzing noise as they stand there confused.
"Right, umm, how do we do this." Bezz asks to no one in particular.
"The sinks seem fine. I'll bend over." Cele responds, not quite sure of himself.
"Alright yeah. Wait." Bezz says as he wraps a small plastic bag around Cele's bandaged hand to keep it dry.
Cele lets Bezz securely tie the bag around his wrist and bends himself so his neck and face hand into the sink.
Bezz accidentally turns the tap on full speed, soaking the collar and back of Cele's t shirt.
"Fuck shit" he remarks as he quickly shuts off the water.
"Cele I think it would be better if you took your t shirt off." Bezz tells him.
Cele stands up straight and struggles to get his wet tshirt off with one hand. Bezz immediately closes the gap between them and grabs the bottom of his tshirt and gently tugs it upwards. He looks at the broad expanse of his pale body, the veins under his skin looking blue under the harsh lights. Bezz gulps as he frees Cele's head from the collar of the fabric, taking extra care to gently loop it out of his injured hand. Cele's familiar body looked alien to him at this odd hour in these odd circumstances.
Cele bends over once again and sticks his neck into the sink. Bezz manoeuvres the tap better this time. Cele feels warm water on the nape of his neck. It flows down his scalp in little rivulets that makes him feel like he's getting goosebumps. Bezz gently eases his fingers into his hair. The dull ends of his fingers on the skin behind his ears. Cele can't describe the feeling. It feels pleasantly relaxing, but also like being on a rollercoaster when it's dropping down. Bezz squeezes some shampoo into his hair and quickly massages it into a lather. Bezz's fingers snag on his tangled curls as he cleans him. The pinching, sharp sensation on his scalp feels like it's running down Cele's shoulder and making his stomach feel like it's in freefall. Bezz rinses him and takes the care to clean the foam around his ears. Afterwards, he uses a towel to gently dry him off and drops him off to his dorms.
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Cele runs to the lawns to make it in time for the picture. Pecco and Luca are there, waiting for another group to get done before they assemble. Luca looks at Cele and tells him to fix his collar, Pecco smiles and reaches over to fix it for him. When they finally line up, Bezz comes over to stand next to Cele, and ruffles his curls before the picture is taken.
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