#how would he react to the pocket sand

[keelifallen]

Behold, the stupidest thing I’ve ever drawn

#finally got around to watching it #and just finished last night #anyway #I was inspired #star wars #anakin skywalker #how would he react to the pocket sand #hayden christensen #comic #the sandman #Tom Sturridge #morpheus #dream #the sandman netflix #crossover #prequel memes #the clone wars #tcw #keelidraws

[mysticmikalla]

I don't know if you take any kind of requests but if you feel like it could you maybe write about how you think the bachelors would react to you asking them to marry you? 🥹

I am always honored to take requests!! Thank you for being my first, I hope I do it justice!

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The Stardew Valley bachelors’ reactions to being proposed to

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Harvey

Harvey did not know what to do with himself at first. Did he gently accept the deep blue, shiny pendant from your hands and hang it around his neck? Or should he pull you in for a kiss instead, breaking apart only so he could attempt to express how much he loved you? ... Or perhaps just a simple yes, with excited promises about the future? Or maybe all of the above, in that order?

He didn’t do any of those. Instead, he stepped closer to you until he was close enough to engulf you in a hug, a little tighter than normal, hiding a silent tear that he could not help but shed while softly murmuring his answer against your hair.

Shane

He would’ve never guessed that the farmer that took up that old farm would be lying in bed next to him, gazing up at him with such a look in your eyes that made him feel like he was the only person in the world who mattered. And as unfamiliar as that feeling was, Shane felt it. He mattered, and it you had just made it clear wasn't temporary. He did feel a little afraid, however, of what came after - the moving in together, the possibility of kids, of sickness and health, and he did not want to disappoint you. But that, he decided, was a worry for the future. So for now, he wasn’t going to let you down. He took your face in his hands and smashed your lips together, taking advantage of the fact that you were already in bed and barely clothed to show you how much he meant his yes.

Sam

He already knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you. Sam just... took things one day at a time. He was never one to look too far into the future. So when he was playing with your fingers, absentmindedly while he went on one of his tangents instead of finishing a story he was telling you, you pulled the pendant out and set it on his lap, waiting to see how long it would take for him to notice it. And it look a while - so long that you couldn’t contain yourself, and nodding down to his lap, you said, “Sam, look.”

He stopped talking to follow your gaze, and resting on his lap was your promise to spend the rest of your life with him, if he'd have you. He stood up, pendant in hand, prompting you to do the same, “Is this…? Actually?!” Then he would pepper your face with kisses, “Do I even have to say it? Yes, yes, yes.”

Sebastian

He had never kissed you quite as passionately as he did then. When you were straddling him, a make out session well underway under the cover of the dim lights in his room, his hands on your back, under your shirt, and your hands tangled in his hair, out of breath… The feeling had consumed you then, and as good as kissing him felt, you pulled away for a moment, and as easy as if you had already said it, you murmured, “Marry me?”

Sebastian never thought he cared much for marriage, but he longed for this. To be your only one, to be the one someone finally chose. And that’s when he kissed you again. He nodded wordlessly, pulling your head back in to meet him again, intensely, deeper than before, as if he wanted you to taste his answer on his lips.

Elliot

At that point in your relationship, Elliot had already purchased the pendant. He had been sure of this for a while now, only waiting for the right time to ask you the most important and yet the easiest question of his life. He never imagined that you dreamed the same - as when he took you for your usual walks along the shores, admiring the golden glaze of the setting sun over the sand, you also had an item most precious in your pocket.

At first, when he looked at you, he thought it was a reflection of his own feelings in your eyes. And then his own fell to your hands, where they stretched out a beautiful blue pendant. Elliot never thought he’d be rendered speechless at a moment like this. All he could do was reach for his own pendant and place it on top of yours, and then finally he would say, “In any and all lifetimes, I’ll say yes.”

Alex

Because he was raised a certain way, Alex always expected he was going to be the one to propose. The excitement of buying a pendant and hiding it from you, the planning out a date that was romantic but not-so-romantic that you’d suspect it, the getting down on one knee and asking you to make him the luckiest man alive… It was corny, he knew, but that’s how he saw it happening.

And maybe you two were too alike, because you were the one to buy the pendant, the one who planned the date and the one who got down on one knee. He was genuinely shocked when he saw you, “Are you serious?” Was the first thing he managed to say before joining you on his knees to look you in the eye, “Are you actually… are you serious? I was going to… I mean, yes, but that was my line!”

#stardew valley #sdv #stardew valley headcanons #sdv headcanons #sdv elliott #sdv shane #sdv sebastian #sdv harvey #sdv sam #sdv alex #stardew valley sebastian #let me know if this is what you had in mind! #im always torn between bullet point hcs and just... blocks of text hahaha #requests are always welcome though #thanks for requesting from me!

[cybrsan]

Treasure — J.WY [Pt. 1]

STORY SUMMARY: Wooyoung is moon-blessed, a waterbender born under the Siren Moon that rises once every 88 years. His blessing is believed to be his unique and powerful healing abilities that he has coined “Wavesong.” However, his true gift is that of his prophetic dreams, glimpses of futures yet to unfold—and you just happen to be the subject of his recent visions.

PAIRING: Waterbender Jung Wooyoung x Non-Bender F!Reader

RATING/GENRE: M ; angst, fluff, eventual smut ; ATLA au, enemies to lovers

WORD COUNT: 2.6k

WARNINGS: Minor POV switches

A/N: This story has been a long time coming. It is the second addition to my "Ode To ATEEZ" series and the first to my "Together in Harmony" series. I decided to split it into chapters because I believe it will flow better that way. I hope you enjoy!

LINKS: Ode To ATEEZ Masterlist | Together in Harmony Masterlist | Cross-posted on AO3

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Crossing the Desert of Eden is not for the faint of heart. It is one of the world’s greatest paradoxes, a place where nature's most wonderful and most dangerous creatures coexist in a delicate balance. Even the sand itself is an example of this—crystalline and beautiful, ever sparkling under the light of the sun, yet each granule is as jagged as splinters of glass. Without proper foot bindings, your journey cannot even begin.

Amidst the harsh landscape, pockets of life burst forth in brilliant defiance. Rare desert blooms dot the barren terrain with bursts of color. Some hold the power to heal, their petals emitting a fragrance that soothes both body and soul. Others are laced with deadly venom, capable of stopping a heart with but a single touch.

Sand serpents slither through the dunes, their scales nearly translucent, giving them the ability to blend in seamlessly with the landscape. One bite is all it takes for total paralysis to overtake you, rendering you incapacitated for mere minutes to hours at a time. Celestial birds soar overhead, searching for prey, their wings casting shadows on the ground below.

And even if you’re able to avoid those threats, blinding winds carry grains of sand like lashes, stinging skin, obliterating landmarks, and disorienting even the most skilled navigators. The desert swallows the unwary, erasing their footprints from existence.

It is in this very place that Wooyoung finds himself, accompanied by seven of his fellow benders. In normal circumstances, he would avoid a place like this at all costs, his sense of self-preservation persevering over the curiosity of what secrets the desert holds. But things haven’t been normal for a long, long time. 

He feels like he’s been walking for days, his legs heavy and leaden. Despite his protective robes, the wind and sand have whipped at his skin, leaving it battered and raw. Just one look at the faces of his companions is enough to prove he isn’t the only one feeling this way. The only one who seems miraculously energized is their de-facto leader, Hongjoong. He moves forward with ferocity, a tinge of madness in his eyes.

To his left, Yeosang stumbles, nearly falling onto the sand below. Wooyoung reaches out for him, a second too slow, but luckily San reacts quicker, catching him by the arm. The exhaustion has begun to take its toll. Everyone comes to a stop, nervous energy flowing between them. Everyone except Hongjoong, that is. Seonghwa, the eldest of the group and the one with the most power after their leader, places a hand on his shoulder.

“We need to rest, Joong. Look at the kids—they’re exhausted. Yeosang almost collapsed.”

‘The kids.’ Wooyoung frowns, the endearment not sparking the same joy that it used to. Seonghwa and Hongjoong may only be a year older than the rest of them—two in Jongho’s case—but they’ve always referred to them that way. Wooyoung used to find it cute, often teasing them about how they acted like an old married couple. He supposes that the recent distaste for the nickname comes from the fact that Hongjoong hasn’t been the same ever since he told him about his dream.

It takes a moment for Hongjoong to comprehend what Seonghwa said, thoughts still elsewhere. Yet once his eyes find Yeosang, he immediately acquiesces, apologizing for not stopping sooner. His entire demeanor seems to soften, making him seem more like himself. Wooyoung already feels like he can breathe better because of it. 

“Hopefully we aren’t too far from a Dweller community,” Hongjoong says, taking out his compass. “Let’s go.”

The Dune Dwellers are natives of Eden, having found ways to thrive in even the most unfavorable conditions. They aren’t particularly fond of outsiders, regarding any so-called adventurers as naive and stupid more than anything else. They often find the remains of the less fortunate, bodies lost to the sand. Dwellers are some of the only people who know how to navigate the desert and survive, but even they won’t wander into it aimlessly, searching for a treasure that may or may not exist.

Luckily, it isn’t long until they find one of their communities with Hongjoong’s guidance. Tracking their location becomes easier when you familiarize yourself with the signs the locals leave for one another, like a carving in a rock or some shimmering paint on a cactus. Things that are easy to miss when you don’t know what you’re looking for. 

The town is small, cut through the middle by a bustling market area teeming with vendors trying to pawn off their goods. Wooyoung immediately feels some of his tension fade away, the lively environment making him feel more at home. You wouldn’t expect any place in such a barren landscape to be so full of life, but the Dwellers have a thriving community of their own despite their living conditions.

The sounds of haggling and bartering are music to his ears, and he quickly finds himself imbued with newfound energy, eager to start talking to people and fishing for information. Maybe he’ll be able to find some clues as to Pandora’s location, and Hongjoong can finally be appeased. He makes a quick plan with the others to meet at the town’s small inn at sunset before wandering off on his own. 

The scent of spices, freshly baked bread, and cooking meat mingle in the air as he walks, making his mouth water. He stops at a stall selling juice made from prickly pears, kept cool by the waterbender who continuously refreezes the ice it sits upon. In exchange for a few copper coins, he buys a glass and greedily gulps it down.

He shivers, the cold drink a shock to his system in the hot, dry climate. It is both tangy and sweet and he hums, pleased, as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and returns the glass to the merchant. Just as he goes to pull his hand back, the man grabs his wrist. Wooyoung's heart jumps in his chest and, though he tries to keep his composure, he is sure the shock shows on his face. Dwellers may not greet outsiders with open arms, but they’ve never shown any outward acts of aggression toward them before.  

“What are you doing here, nakuto? You’re a long way from the Water Tribe.”

Wooyoung gently removes his arm from the man’s grasp, though he is no longer fearful. The term nakuto, a respectable term for ‘young one,’ brings back memories of his home and instantly puts him at ease. “How did you know I was a waterbender?” 

“I don’t see many of my own kind out here; most are exiles from the Fire Nation or native sandbenders. Your necklace gives you away.”

Instinctively, Wooyoung reaches up, fingers caressing the delicate shells around his neck. He supposes it is reminiscent of the Water Tribe, but he’s worn it for years and barely remembers that it’s there. It was a gift from his brother, a good luck charm given to him when he left for the Fire Nation seven years ago. 

The man continues, “Did something happen to your Tribe, boy? It’s not safe out here.”

“No, it’s not like that. I’m here with a group of other benders—we’re looking for the eternal library, Pandora.”

“Pandora,” the man scoffs. “A myth. You should turn back while you still can.”

“I’m afraid turning back isn’t an option. Come on, pakana. Surely you must know something.” 

The man harrumphs, though Wooyoung can tell the use of the honorific pleases him by the slight smile that tugs at his lips. “You can call me Marok.”

“I’m Wooyoung.”

“Well, Wooyoung, there really isn’t that much information out there about Pandora; I probably don’t know much more than you do.” Marok creates a small stream of water from the melting ice, absent-mindedly spinning it around his fingers as he talks. “I’ll tell you what—go talk to ol’ Nadira. She’s a sandbender, and been here almost all her life. If anyone were to know something, it’d be her. Go west of town and look for a purple tent with yellow flags.”

“Thank you, Marok—I appreciate your help. Yui remoi.”

“Bayui jilok.”

Wooyoung nods, acknowledging Marok’s blessing, and starts to head west. The sun has begun to set, and he suspects he has less than an hour before he has to meet the others at the inn. Hopefully, whoever Nadira is, she’ll be cooperative. With the town being as small as it is, it doesn’t take him long to reach the outskirts, and the bright purple tent is easy to spot, a beacon of color amongst the sand. Just as he reaches the entrance, a girl pushes the flap aside, nearly bumping into him as she exits in a hurry. 

“Sorry,” she mutters, barely acknowledging him as she rushes back to town. 

The hair on the back of Wooyoung’s neck stands up. He doesn’t get a good look at her face, but her voice and white robes… He stops himself, shaking away the uncomfortable feeling of familiarity. Her eerie similarity to the girl he’s been seeing in his dreams for the past few nights is of little importance. He’s not trusting his visions ever again and will do whatever he can to avoid those uncertain futures. He quickly enters the tent, ready to get some answers so that he and the others can leave this town and the girl behind come morning.

You rush past the boy entering the tent, barely sparing him a glance as you hurry back toward town. Your conversation with Nadira was unsatisfactory, to say the least. She couldn’t tell you much more than you already knew, which is that Pandora is near impossible to find and even harder to get into, especially as a non-bender. It’s rumored to be buried far under the sand, sealed shut by an elemental lock. However, she was surprised by the map you carried with you, saying she hadn’t ever known there to be someone who successfully cataloged all of Eden. She couldn’t confirm whether or not the entirety of it was correct, though she did verify that certain locations lined up with her own knowledge of the desert.

You relax your steps, an exasperated laugh slipping from your lips as you realize you were practically stomping out of frustration. You take a moment to center yourself; as tempting as it may be to sell the map to the nearest street vendor, you’ve traveled too long and too far to give up now. Freedom is nearly in your grasp—you can feel it. You will claw your way to it if you must.      

Double-checking that the map is secure inside your sling bag, you tighten the strap around your torso and head through the doors of the inn. The atmosphere is much livelier now that it’s late afternoon, with talking and laughter nearly drowning out the small band playing in the corner. The bar area seems to be where most people are congregating, chugging down mead and ale. The one serving maid is busy juggling orders from all directions, delivering filled mugs to rowdy drinkers who seem to enjoy cheering each other on for every sip taken. 

As you weave through the crowded tables in search of a seat, you can’t help but notice a group of travelers that stand out from the crowd. You could sense their disharmony from a mile away—two members seem to be locked in a heated argument, heads close together as they speak in hushed voices. A few of the others seem to be playing a drinking game that involves making silly gestures and mimicking one another while one boy gazes off into the distance, lost in thought. Your interest peaked, you take a seat at the bar, right next to a man who has several empty tankards in front of him. He doesn’t seem too inebriated, but surely he’s drunk enough that his lips will be loose. 

You place a few coins on the counter, ordering two drinks. You slide one to the man to capture his attention and nod in the group's direction, asking, “So, what do you know about the new guys in town?” 

The man eyes you, scrutinizing your appearance. He must see something that he likes because he decides to indulge you, taking the ale in hand and relaxing further into his seat. “Heard from the barkeep that they’re some adventurers tryna find the library of Pandora.” He huffs and takes a long drink before adding, “A buncha fools.” 

You bristle, wanting to defend them as their goal seems to be the same as yours, but you stop yourself, not wanting to discourage the man from sharing more information. “I see. Are they benders?” 

He nods. “Yeah, far as I know. One of ‘em is apparently tryna get some information outta Nadira.” 

You think back to the boy you saw entering the tent and curse yourself for not paying more attention. You could have talked to him, asked him why he was seeing Nadira, and proposed some sort of alliance. Winning one man over would be easier than winning over seven all at once. But alas, that seems to be your only option. Taking one last swig of your ale, you hop off the bar stool and give the man a two-finger salute.

“Thanks for your time—enjoy the rest of your night.” 

He raises his mug and bids you farewell as you turn around, steeling your nerves as you march right up to the group of benders. One of the quarreling men who dons a head of striking red hair notices you first, his eyes instantly narrowing upon your approach. He slides closer to the others, almost protective in his movements, seemingly forgetting his previous argument. 

“Can I help you?” 

His voice is steady, laced with none of the heat you had expected. Instead, his words are cold, punctuated in a way that cuts you like a knife. However, you refuse to let him intimidate you.

“Yes, actually. I heard you were looking for Pandora.”

He quirks an eyebrow. “Why is that of any interest to you?”

“I’m looking for it too.”

“And?”

You grit your teeth, his standoffish attitude grating on your nerves. The man he was fighting with places a hand on his arm and steps slightly in front of him, greeting you with a smile. You can immediately feel the difference in his aura, the gentleness radiating off of him. He is the water to the red-headed man’s fire. Perhaps literally.

“Sorry, Hongjoong is just a bit… on edge lately. I’m Seonghwa.” 

He takes a moment to introduce each of the others before asking for your name in return. You’re surprised to find that they’re a pretty well-balanced group, with at least one bender for each element. That will definitely come in handy when it comes to the elemental lock. You almost can’t believe your luck; after all this time, maybe things are finally turning around in your favor.

Yunho, an airbender who was a part of the group playing the drinking game earlier, chimes in. “So, you’re looking for Pandora too?” 

You nod. “That’s right. I think we can help each other.” You reach into your bag and wrap your fingers around the map. “You see, I—”

“Wooyoung!” 

You’re interrupted by San, a dimpled firebender, who gets up to excitedly greet the missing member of their party; Wooyoung must be the boy you bumped into earlier. Now that you have a moment to actually look at him, you suppose that he’s quite beautiful, with a sharp nose and full lips. His hair is like nothing you have ever seen before—silver on top with blue ends, comparable only to how it looks when the light of the moon meets the sea. 

Your lips barely part to greet him when he turns to you, eyes ablaze with hatred. “What is she doing here?”

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[katz-chow]

my first time requesting im sorry if it sounds really bad or cringe ehehsbbejrr

how do you think Simon would react to someone who has a seashell collection they are v e r y overprotective of and they give him one of the seashells because they trust him???

selling seashells by the seashore? nope!

synopsis: what the ask said! + a bit more because i started to really get into it

warnings: fluff, sfw, gn! reader, established relationship, marriage, a glimpse into simon's private life, soap being soap

a/n: i’m literally on an island rn and i’m pretty sure this seagull is screaming at me so i thought this would be very fitting 😝

Simon definitely has his pockets filled, only with Moroccan sand and shells and rocks and…possibly a starfish? It’s not much, but truly it’s honest work when it comes to him picking up and inspecting every shell or sea cookie there is out here on this damn beach. Soap hollers at him from a few yards away, hand beckoning for him to come over.

“Ain’t this one a big ol' Lad?” Johnny says with his hand on his hip and the other pointing down at a huge mollusk, it’s opal and rainbowed color shone in the blazing sun.

The taller one smiled behind his mask and grunted as his knees popped, reaching down to pick it up. With a knife, he poked and prodded into whatever was in it, which was now just a dead, sandy mess at his feet. “Pretty, then again, anything prettier than your face, Johnny.”

Soap glared at him, “Yeah, at least I have a face.”

Simon missed you terribly. Miles and miles away, he just thinks about how his lovely spouse is on their daily walk down the beach, trading and finding pretty shells to show him once he gets back. You two do this every time he comes home. After a few days of resting (with mostly Simon either shutting off in his own room or hiding his face in the crook of your neck in your shared room), you sit him down on the kitchen table and pull out your beach bag to debrief about the new shells. Each one with a different story attached to it and each one you wanted to share and love.

“I got this one from a fisherman that caught it in his net when he went fishing in the Bahamas!” You showed him a huge, pink and white conch shell that was larger than both your hands combined.

Simon smiled at you and took your prized possession from your hands and inspected the shiny finishing of it. “You weren’t at the Bahamas, Lovie, what did you do to get it?”

“Oh I traded a hermit crab shell for his nephew’s crab.” You said fondly, petting the shell that looked normal sized in his own hands.

Simon pockets the large nautilus shell into his bag somewhere and feels his breast pocket for the small, spiral shell that you’ve gifted him. It was his birthday, the day you saw his toothy grin for the first time.

You had found a beautiful, black, spiral shell the size of a blade. Taking it home, you filed the tip into it was sharp enough to cut through…something, you thought. You don’t know what he exactly would cut, but it’ll come in handy right?

He cried that day when you sheepishly offered him this small gift box, a silver bow resting on the top of it. After you calmed him down and held onto his arm, he opened it and a goofy smile replaced his tears.

“I sharpened it, it’s like a…like uhm a shank?” You said, rather confused actually.

Your husband snorts at your reasoning and picks up the lustrous black shell into his hands. He examines it closely, spinning and turning it in his fingers to make it shine in different angles. With the hard padding of his index finger he grazed the tip of the shell, and sure enough, it was sharp. Simon huffs a laugh to himself thinking about how he could potentially use this as his next melee weapon.

“Do you…like it?” You ask him hesitantly, sitting across from him on the couch. Your own hand fidgeted with each other as you pull and push on your knuckles, making them pop gently.

The large man in front of you looks up at you, eyes a bit wide in confusion. A small gasp is heard from the parting of his lips and he softens his gaze, looking at you fully. He didn’t laugh at you, he laughed at himself. “It’s silly…to be killed with a seashell, hmm?”

Large hands found yours as he abandoned the shell temporarily on the safe coffee table. He kisses your forehead. “Of course I love it, my sea star…best gift ever.”

Simon knew that it wasn’t just a gift from his spouse that day. No that’d be too simple, and his life is anything but. That was a piece of you, your love for him manifesting in such a small, delicate object. To break it, was to break a piece of you…and you would raise hell if he did.

His face settled on a slightly less disgruntled face under his mask as he looked off into the coast. With a pat on the breast pocket of his vest, he pondered to himself, ‘This time, it’ll be different.’ This time he has his own collection to present to you. This time he knows you’ll be even more excited than that time you found a perfectly round sand dollar when he shows you these little treasures. Maybe this time you’ll even scream when he shows you this dried starfish.

But one thing’s for sure, he’ll come home to you after all this. And one day, there’ll be no more war, no more bloodshed, just two old spouses sitting on the beach, the sun rising steadily, and a wall of shells from coasts all around the world.

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[currently-evil]

One day Neil realized, this is it. He loves Andrew. One day he realizes he doesn't have to follow his parents steps in marriage, no he realizes he won’t turn like his parents.

He loves Andrew, he wants to spend the rest of his life with him, he wants… he wants to marry Andrew.

And he wants it to be special.

It takes some planning, some scheming, but finally he manages to put things together.

They’re on one of their usual “unplanned” maserati drives,  ending up on the beach, watching sunset together.

It's perfect.

Neil feels so overflowing with happiness, he just falls on one knee, takes out the ring and pops a question.

“What is between us, our Nothing, it's forever for me, it's something I don't want to live without. Will you marry me, Andrew?”

And Andrew, poor Andrew who just thought they were going on a normal drive, is so shocked he stares at Neil motionless, not even realizing his cigarette falls from between his fingers on the sand. 

Yes of course, he cares about Neil, yes of course he wants to spend the rest of their lives together. But he has never thought about marriage, never thought Neil would want one. Never thought anybody would love, want him enough to propose to him. And here comes this runaway exy junkie, who… who cares about him. Who respects him, understands him. How dare he do it? How dare does what nobody did before him? How dare he fill Andrew with emotions?

Yes, of course the answer to Neil's question is yes, but Andrew is so shocked. Frankly he is so overwhelmed, he doesn't know how to process what he feels, what is happening right now,  doesn't know how to react, so he does what usually works. He gets angry.

Without thinking he grabs the ring and tosses it into the ocean, seething, with fist clenched tightly at his side.

Neil was 100% prepared for Andrew reacting in this exact way and just nonchalantly took out the second ring, from his pocket, like nothing happened.

Unfortunately If Neil would get him a second to calm down, Andrew might realize what he has just done, might have tried to process everything, but because he reacted so quickly Andrew hasn't even had a chance to compose himself. So as soon as he sees the second ring he just does it again.

Which ends up with Neil blinking in surprise watching where the second disappeared in the ocean and finally breaking silence with “Ugh…Well, that was a real ring actually.”

Later that same day, when things calm down Neil puts a photo of Andrew bare hand in Foxes group chat with a message “We’re engaged :) No ring because somebody got overwhelmed and tossed it into the ocean.”

Needless to say, foxes are having a blast.

#Neil Josten #Neil Abram Josten #Andrew Minyard #Andrew Joseph Minyard #andreil #All for the game #Foxhole court #the foxhole court #aftg #aftg andreil #aftg headcanon

[thewayuarent]

Ways of handling addictions in Only Friends

Tw: drug abuse, overdose

Let me tell this straight away - I was in a relationship with addicted person. By the time we started dating they didn’t use drugs for about couple of months by still used alcohol a lot. They’d come a long way to be clean and I was there all the time every time. This year they collapsed. Drug overdose, the end of it.

So I know that my personal experience doesn’t make me a profi automatically. Addiction is a very complex subject and very personal experience. But I do know a thing or two about it.

And the first rule here is: addicted person will never stop because of you. They need to want it for themselves.

By this moment we’ve been shown three different dynamics where one person is addicted and the other isn’t: Sand and Ray, Mew and Ray and Mew and Top.

Start with Mew and Ray. The thing is, Mew has no obligation to save Ray. He was there for him in the worst moment and, yes, I really want to say that he had to do more for Ray - he is his closest friend and he is definitely struggling - but. But Mew has a right to step away. Because navigating someone through healing is very hard and very long process and Mew doesn’t have to deal with it. I can’t blame him honestly for that.

For what I can critique not Mew specifically but the whole friend group (all four of them yes) is the very next scene where them all - including Ray - are drinking. Like guys, Ray right here tried to overdose, may be it would be nice to have a fucking break?

The Mew and Top situation is way different. Mew finds out Top uses drugs - that’s not the best thing to learn about someone, sure. But Mew doesn’t take time to think about “do I need that in my life” (which would be understandable), no. He makes a statement: stop using drugs and I’ll have sex with you. There is your price by the way. And this is also understandable - it is a manipulation, yes, but it’s very common way to try to handle things like that, and I would argue Mew has good intentions here. And oh, Mew, my boy, I’m sorry but that’s not how things work. You know Top can have more in a phone call, right? You understand that person saying “I’m not an addict” while having a dose in his pocket it’s at least a bit shady? I know that it doesn’t automatically implicates that Top is a hard addict but still.

But he is already lying about it. Using drugs while having fun with your friends it’s not the same thing as calling your dealer and using it alone in your room because you struggle with emotions, just saying.

Making him choose will never work out. Because he will choose, and it won’t be you.

And what’s about Sand and Ray? Sand knows for a fact that Ray has problems with alcohol. He doesn’t know about drugs, at least for now. Sand and Ray know each other for a very short period of time, and Sand is “it’s not my business” type of person, so I don’t criticize him while saying the next thing. But.

Sand is unintentionally supportive of Ray’s addictions. He drinks with him a lot - they are drinking buddies. I can’t be sure but it’s kind of looks like there will be a weed smoking next episode? For Sand drinking time to time and smoking weed can be fine - he is not addicted (by what we know). For Ray it is a call. So of course Sand, so as Mew, has a whole right to live his life without dealing with Ray’s addictions. But they are definitely falling for each other. That can develop into relationship. And then it will suddenly be a problem. But isn’t it already? How will Ray react if Sand suddenly turns from drinking/smoking with him to trying to stop him? I would say not the best way. There is also an option that for Sand it won’t be a problem so we’ll see.

The addiction is not a verdict. Both Top and Ray are young and very rich and it’s a very common thing for young rich people to have some kind of stuff - drugs, alcohol or both. It doesn’t automatically mean they are doomed. But still whoever decides to be in relationship with them (Mew and Sand, talking to you) have to think about it and think hard. Do you understand what are you dealing with? Do you honestly want to deal with it? Are you ready for all of highs and lows you’re going to face? If yes, then good luck to you - it really can work out. But don’t fool yourself into thinking that there is nothing to worry about.

#i ​know I may see things way darker than I should due to my personal trauma #but this is still very interesting topic to discuss #only friends #only friends the series #ofts #only friends meta #sandray #topmew #raymew #tw: drug abuse #tw: overdose

[sailorsenshishitposter]

Caesar Zeppeli x Reader

Caesar Zeppeli

You have a thing for blondes, your favorite power puff girl is bubbles and you get too emotionally attached to characters.

First Date:

You hear that Caesar is now recovering in the hospital so you make your way there. You immediately ask him out on a date and he happily agrees (along with the bonus of getting back at Joseph). He takes you to the beach saying something about how a walk in the moonlight is truly romantic. You can't believe how beautiful the sea is. Then you notice something washing up on the shore."What do you think that is Caesar?" The two of you go to investigate. Upon closer examination, it seems like an old, wooden box of sort. Only the top sticks out of the water, the rest of it being too heavy to pull out. You then see something etched in gold. "D-I-O?" You're both confused. "Mama mia, why would God decide to show up here?"

Caesar then knew that he had to perform the best magic trick of his life before his lord and saviour. "I can't walk on water since his son invented that. Wait a minute, I've got it!" He then pulled out a bottle from his pocket. Caesar got his dawn dish soap ready and began creating bubbles. But not just any bubble. He then made Bubble Buddy.A soft "wrrrryyyyy" could be heard. "I think he likes it Caesar! Keep going!"

Before he could react the coffin began to open. Out came what appeared to be some sort of burnt corpse. Before you know what's happening, the creature takes the box and lifts it. Caesar is then crushed to death by it. You begin to sob as whatever the hell that is places the coffin in the water and begins to paddle away from the two of you.

You run over to Caesar and notice that he's still alive somehow. He raises his hand to your cheek. "I'm going to give you something before I go. This is the last of my hamon. Please take it from me..." He then kisses you goodbye. You try to treasure this tender moment only to realise something is in your mouth and you start choking. You manage to spit out a dead pigeon. It seems that Caesar managed to pull one last trick off before he died.

You glared at his smooshed remains while spitting out the last of the feathers. "Omae wa mou shimdieru!" Some time after you left, Joseph happened to pass by. "WHAT? THIS CAN'T BE!

CAAAAAAEEEEEEESSSSSSAAAAARRRR!"He began to sob and punch his fists into the sand. An hour later and he prepares to give his friend a proper burial. After digging out a hole on the beach, he fills it with caesar salad. He then places the mans corpse on top of it.

He gives one final look before filling the hole up. "Rest in pepperoni. You shall remain beneath the bloodstained sand." All that was needed now was a tombstone. Joseph decided to use clackers and knock down a local church. He quickly steals their gigantic cross and places it upon Caesar remains."

I really hope he makes it to Heaven. I mean, how can you be friends with a nazi?"

#jjba x reader #jojo x reader #shitpost #jojos bizarre adventure #caesar zeppeli #caesar zeppeli x reader #jojo part 2 #battle tendency #jojo #jojo no kimyou na bouken #caesar salad

[cyborg-franky]

Hey Franky I hope you're doing fine! I just saw that post for your mini event it sounds so sweet.. could I please have a date with Ace in the afternoon or evening with rekindling an old relationship? Ohh this is exciting! First time participating in something like this, haha. Thank you, if not that's obviously alright! <3 love your works!

Thank you for kind words <3 and thanks for sending this in, I love when I get newbies to events cus I'm all 'oh oh oh' and gotta have a think what I wanna do for them.

I hope you enjoy <3

He was back in town, after a few years away Ace was finally back. He’d moved away to be there for his older brother and as much as you understood, it still broke your heart. You’d tried the long-distance thing but after having him by your side for so long it just didn’t feel the same.

It had fizzled out as the weeks changed into months and into years but hearing Ace was back in town, had caused all sorts of feelings to bubble up. You could burst with how much love and sadness twisted inside. 

What had made you the happiest though was the text you got from him, asking if you wanted to meet him. Your heart had been racing, beating against your chest when you went to the location he’d told you. It was where you used to hang out together.

The sun was setting, oranges that looked like flames against the dimming backdrop of the sky chased away the softer shades as deep blues rose from the sea like the waves lapping at the sand. You looked at your phone, he hadn’t canceled, hadn’t changed his mind.

You walked across the sand, feeling it between your toes, the salty sea breeze blew your hair and you could hear the ocean. Memories of swimming in the sea, running across the sand hand in hand, late-night bonfires and shared beers,loud laughter all hit you.

That was when you saw him, Ace, standing on the wet sand, the waves trying to catch his feet as he backed away with each breath the ocean took. In and out, the waves rolled and Ace skipped back. His hands were in his pockets before he looked up and saw you.

You laughed when he was distracted by you, the waves catching his feet. He huffed and jumped out of the way, cursing his soaking-wet converse. But his annoyance was short-lived, the smile on his handsome face, just as you remembered it, just like it was in every photo you hadn't the courage to delete.

“Hey,” He seemed hesitant, unsure how you’d react now you were face to face.

You ran over with a big smile and he opened his arms, catching you as you threw yourself at him. The hug was intense, warm, and comforting. He felt like home. You closed your eyes as you both embraced.

-

Watching the sunset vanish, replaced with stars like a thousand candles set adrift in the sea of black. You glanced at Ace, you’d spent a few hours catching up and it didn’t feel like you’d ever been apart. It simply felt like you’d picked up where you’d left off.

Neither of you said anything. Just watching the waves, enjoying being close to one another. He looked at you. “What?” You asked knowing the look he had on his face when he wanted to ask something. “Since I’m back for good, do you…. Want to… try again?” He asked, looking away like he couldn’t bare to face you for an answer.

You reached for his hand, taking it in your own before nodding. “I would love to.”

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[ourflagmeansgayrights]

yet another thing that ofmd does so well is how awkward and nervous all the dialogue is during all the romantic confession scenes we get from our three canon relationships. like it's so fucking relatable. watching those scenes makes me think of the (admittedly very few) times in my life when i have made these kinds of halting, nervous confessions. i can feel how the adrenaline is making their hearts pound and their hands sweat and their faces flush with heat. trying to sound casual while there's a heavy lump the size of a dodgeball trying to claw its way from your chest to your mouth.

Black Pete starts off stammering, "So... uh, listen." He veers too close to genuine, revealing too much when he says, "I-I thought I was gonna... lose you," and when Lucius responds jokingly, he tries to backtrack a bit, play it cool. "Exactly! And uh, and... uh—death, yknow..." He shrugs, tries for nonchalance and doesn't quite make it. "I'm used to death. But, um..." And Pete's barely been able to hold Lucius's gaze this whole time, his eyes constantly flickering somewhere to Lucius's left, but here he closes them, steels himself. "But not, um..." A beat. When he says, "your death," he opens his eyes again, looks right at Lucius, and the surprised little smile on Lucius's face is almost too much.

Olu's been listening to Jim's tragic backstory, hurting for them and understanding them on a deeper level than he ever has before. When Jim says that their nana is their only family, Olu's face goes on a journey, here: his eyebrows furrow in concern, then twitch upwards as he thinks about how lonely that must be. He hunches in on himself, shoulders to his ears and hands in his pockets, and he rocks himself to the side as he gathers his nerves. "Well, look..." he begins, moving half a step closer, "if you wanted–" his eyes land on Jim's for only a moment, then he's looking above them, around them. "I could be family," he says, shrugging and spreading his hands, like he's showing Jim what he has to offer: himself, just himself, and his desire to be someone Jim can lean on. "I just..." There's no ending to that sentence, he didn't know where he was going when he started it, so he trails off as Jim glances away, then looks at him from under the rim of their hat, considering.

(And Jim is so lucky—but also, it's what they deserve—that they get not one, but two confessions from Olu. When they come back, when they ask him why he gave their room away, Olu's demeanor goes from "happy to see his friend alive and well" to "nervous boy asking their crush to prom" in an instant. "I, um..." His hands bounce at his sides, his eyes flicker all over the room. When he finally meets Jim's gaze, his hands are still moving nervously. "I-I missed you.")

And Ed. Ed. He enters the scene by walking over and sitting so close to Stede, close enough that they could be touching. He sits in Stede's space like he belongs there (and he does; Stede doesn't move away, doesn't react like Ed's proximity is unexpected or unwanted). He looks at Stede and smiles at him as he offers reassurances, but once he looks away he doesn't look back for several minutes. As he dismisses Stede's self-deprecation and answers Stede's questions he alternates between fiddling with the sand in front of him and gazing out at the sea. There's nervousness there, things going unsaid that have been ready to jump from Ed's tongue at any moment. And Stede gives him that moment when he asks what makes Ed happy.

But despite how desperate Ed is to tell him, there's still hesitation. He meanders his way towards giving Stede his answer, starting with, "These past... few weeks?" as if this isn't something he's given much thought to. "Have been... th'most fun I've had in ages. Years." His voice is soft, his face scrunching casually as he speaks. He still doesn't look at Stede, because the nerves climbing up his throat right now would choke him into silence if he did. So he stares at some fixed point in the distance, maybe a specific rock or blade of grass, as he says, "Maybe ever," with a surprised twist in his expression.

And as he moves into the next part, into the important part, those nerves in his throat climb higher. "So," he says, firmly, but that's the last thing he manages to say with any force. As his nerves go higher, so does his voice, but the volume becomes softer.

"So–uh... I reckon. What makes Ed happy..."

He feels Stede's eyes on his face, and that nervous fidgeting is gone, replaced instead by a stillness that his heart doesn't emulate.

"Is..."

Ed's been run through many times. He's been held at gunpoint, had rope tied around his neck, been stranded for days without food. He's watched the life drain from his father's body as a result of his own violence.

But for some reason, this is possibly the most nervous Ed has ever felt, the hardest his heart has ever pounded. The only moment that competes is when he watched four men in red coats point their rifles at Stede's trembling body.

"You."

OUGHUHUFHUGHUGH..... i know EXACTLY how they feel and it makes all these scenes hit so much harder. and SO MUCH OF IT is how fucking good the acting. if you just read these lines as flat dialogue, taking out all those pauses and stammers that the characters are trying to hard to hide, so much of the flavor is lost:

"Death, y'know, I'm used to death. But not your death"

"Well, look: if you wanted, I could be family."

"These past few months have been the most fun I've had in ages, weeks, maybe ever. So, I reckon what makes Ed happy is you."

like these are cute lines, but they're also awkward ways to stumble around just outright saying "I Care About You" and it's so real and incredibly relatable. i know EXACTLY how it feels to nervously try and tell someone you like like them and ofmd does it so so well

(bonus tag game: if u reblog this and ur comfortable w it, PLEASE tell me about an awkward confession you have given or received, i love shit like this. i will, of course, add my own story in the tags of the original post)

#ofmd #our flag means death #ofmd meta #our flag means gay #blackbonnet #gentlebeard #tealoranges #edward teach #s1e06 #s1e07 #s1e09 #txt #mine #meta #og #oluwande boodhari #jim jimenez #black pete #lupete #my fic #ok so confession: i know imlike ''ugh i know EXACTLY how they feel in these scenes!!'' but like. i dont rlly catch feels lmao #it's mostly just I'd Be Down If U Asked w friends. & freshman year of college i had a friend like tht and one day a mutual friend says #that he'd asked her how to casually offer a fwb relationship w someone. and the mutual friend was p sure he was talkin abt me #so that puts my ''i'd be down'' feelings up to a ''OH SHIT IS THIS HAPPENING???'' so i text him to see if i can ask him smthng irl #we walk from our dorm to the campus deli and are heading back and i CANNOT MAKE MYSELF ASK im just rambling abt bs #when we're almost at our dorm he's like ''ur running out of time to ask me ur question lol'' and im like haha. ha! yeah lmao!!! #so im like ''i heard from. someone. that you were asking abt a fwb relationship'' and he was annoyed that she'd told me but he was like #''yeah i was.'' and i was like ''was the person u were thinking about... me?'' and he was like ''... yeah it was." and im like #''is that still... where ur at?'' and he's like ''um. no.'' and im like ''OH okay!'' bummed but not like </3 & he asks ''where are YOU at'' #& i say ''im down for whatever you are!!'' meaning dating/fwb/just buds. anyway he said he didnt want to ruin our friendship

[mr2swap]

John's pathetic new life.

-Next, please!-

I got up from my seat that I shared with a dozen people, among them some girls, some boys, and some single mothers, a guard checked my nametag one last time and let me enter a tiny corridor with photography signed by some famous wrestlers who had fought in that same place, including the person who brought me here tonight.

I was totally nervous my knees were shaking with every step I took towards John Cena's private dressing room, sweat was accumulating on the fabric under my armpits The sweat from my forehead would not stop falling into my eyes until I took a handkerchief from my pocket and he cleaned me until the handkerchief was completely wet, I left the dirty handkerchief in a trash can and then he bought to see while he continued walking How many handkerchiefs were still left I was not surprised that I only had one left today it was hot as hell in the sand wrestling, luckily I wouldn't need them anymore.

This was the fifth time that I had entered his private dressing room And maybe this was my 17th fight, I had tried to do this the last time I was close to John Cena like this but I was a coward, in the end, There is not a night that I will not think of using this magical amulet which exchanges the weapons of 2 or more people who touch the amulet at the same time, but now it was decided.

I kept walking until I entered an elegant room with a couple of people, a photographer was counting down to be able to take a good photo of John Cena and his childish fan. When he was finally free, the little boy ran into his mother's arms I kept seeing John's handsome face, that look of sexual desire on his face was so obvious I couldn't help but feel a little envious.

They both left after receiving a photo and thanking the giant who was wearing an elegant blue suit, the thin cloth could barely contain the huge arms, I wiped the sweat with my arms and checked once more that the magic stone was still there. It was still in my pocket, I passed my hands over the cloth feeling with my fingers the hardness of the magic Rune that I had bought on the deep web, I had spent all my savings and got a second mortgage.

After John said goodbye to the small family John talked to another man in a suit, thinner and looking similar to a weak middle-aged nerd, maybe he was his representative or something, John Lucia was a little tired or maybe annoyed to be wearing a fancy suit instead of a tank top and basketball shorts.

When they both noticed that there was another "customer" at the door, I heard John's powerful and masculine voice asking me to come closer, his smile was charming, his hair was perfectly styled, and I couldn't help but my cock suddenly hardened a little, Thanks to god my dick isn't big enough to show through my pants, but all that would change now.

I walked over to where he was sitting and I sat next to him, he slowly stretched out his huge arm toward me. The cameraman motioned to me to let me know that he was ready to take the "souvenir" photo. I forcefully grabbed the rune that was in my pants and I reached out my other hand to shake John's hand.

The moment our hands touched the rune in my pocket reacted, and a small glow began to emanate from the strange runestone hidden in my pants. He only had one chance to steal her perfect body, after which the rune would become an extremely expensive paperweight.

The rune's power ran through my body, numbing each one of my muscles, and John's surprised and surprised face confirmed that I wasn't scammed by some guy on the internet.

I couldn't stop looking into John's eyes as my body went completely numb. The camera flash came at the exact moment my soul was shot into John's body, my consciousness separated from my body and traveled to the body. of John, I had no control over what was happening to me, my Consciousness stayed in John's empty head, and at the same time, John's consciousness stayed in my old body.

After a simple blink I could see again but this time it wasn't with my eyes. In front of me was a pathetic middle-aged man bald and out of shape, with an untidy beard and sweat stains under his armpits, the small smile on his face quickly disappeared, and he looked down, and instead of seeing his muscular body just, I look at the sad body of a fanatic.

John stood up to inspect his new smaller and weaker body as the sensations in our bodies slowly returned, the first thing I could feel was tremendous confidence from the new sensation of my massive muscles, I had made it now John's body was totally mine and I felt extremely horny.

Without saying a single word I stood up, I thought I would have to get used to my new height, weight, or muscles but everything felt so natural that I didn't have to force myself to fully control John's body, it was as if he had always been there been my body.

I left the confused little bald man behind as he tried to understand why he was now in the pathetic body of the fan that a moment ago had paid just for a shake of his hand and a picture like the rest of the sheep following their brawny god, but For John, all that was over. Now the only way he could see the fighting arena again would be by sitting in front of a television in his new home.

The representative, the photographer, and the security guards subdued John leaving him on the ground with a single blow to his stomach, he felt so weak and pathetic that the only response to the crash was to fall to the ground on his knees while crying like the fag that now was.

While "John" distracted the others, I calmly walked towards the private bathroom of John's elegant dressing room without stopping smiling for a single second. The only problem I had now was the size of my colossal erection that painfully exaggerated between my muscular legs. , I began to undress on my way to the bathroom exposing my huge veiny arms, and my huge pecs.

When I finally found the bathroom, I did not hesitate to undress completely and pose in front of the mirror to be able to admire the perfection of my new body, I did not hold back any longer, I approached the mirror putting my face just a couple of inches from my My own reflection, I scanned every sexy wrinkle in my new face from top to bottom and couldn't help it.

My tongue began to play with the cold mirror in front of me. Using my 2 hands I massaged my huge cock while trying to contain the cum inside my balls, I was so horny that I was able to masturbate right after the change and I wouldn't last more than 30 seconds without ejaculating, but I wanted to keep this moment the first moment of my new life.

The male moans escaping from my mouth could be heard even outside the bathroom but I didn't give a damn. I was the fucking John Cena and no one could stop me, I walked away from the mirror without stopping looking at my face, an involuntary smile appeared on my lips when I looked at my idol completely naked in such an erotic pose.

A final roar left my mouth as I ejaculated on the bathroom mirror dirtying my own reflection. Maybe the real John would be furious if he knew all the things I've done to his body and how many fans I've fucked after every fight. But he's been too busy trying to fix his new life as a balding, middle-aged loser. Maybe if he works hard he can buy another rock…in 30 years.

And I… well I'm fucking rich now I live in John's mansion, I sleep in his bed and masturbate to the smell of the dirty clothes I wear after putting on an excellent show for all my fans, life couldn't be better… at less for me.

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[captainhysunstuff]

The Chain - Date: Third Wheel Transcript

The Chain - Date: Third Wheel comic

Light has dug up the hidden Death Note and is holding it. He and L sit on the ground contemplating it.

L: Is that...?

Light: Yes.

L: I knew it!

Light: Hm. *takes out envelope*

L: What's that? Instructions for the next person who finds this notebook?

Light: They're unnecessary now.

L: May I read it?

Light: *pockets it* Maybe later.

L: Hmm...

Light reacts to something.

L: ?

Light: *smiling at nothing* Long time, no see.

L: *thinking* Another shinigami?

Light: *sheepishly glances at L after a pause* ...Ha... Yeah. There's been a change of plans.

L: *looks around*

Light: *glares at nothing* ...THAT'S NOT TRUE!!

L: *frustrated* Umm... Light?

Light: *shrugs and holds out the Death Note to L* *sigh* I suppose if you really want to meet him... *to nothing* ...I know you want to meet him. *to L* I'll warn you: He's a pain in the ass.

New Voice: Aw, you don't mean that!

L looks up after taking the Death Note and sees Ryuk on a tree branch.

Ryuk: Nice to finally meet you, Mr. Detective. I'm the shinigami, Ryuk. How's it going?

L: *a little shaken* Hello.

Light: *to Ryuk* Way to introduce yourself in the most obnoxious way possible.

Ryuk: Sooo...

Light: What?

Ryuk: *holds out his hand* Got any apples?

Light: *laughs* Of course that's your first concern.

Ryuk: Well??

Light: *reaches into his bag* Yeah yeah. You're lucky that I brought one. I wasn't sure if I'd actually be coming here tonight.

L: ...

Light throws the apple to Ryuk.

Ryuk: *catches it* Whoo! You're the best!

L: Apples?

Light: Yup. Remember those dying messages about shinigami loving apples? They were referring to this guy. It's pretty pathetic.

L: *annoyed* Oh, right. Those messages really pissed me off.

Light: *smug* Good. They were supposed to.

Ryuk: "Pathetic?!" Check this out.

Ryuk reaches into his shoulder feathers, pulls out a wrinkly gray apple, and dangles it in front of Light and L.

Light: *cringes* What is that?

Ryuk: An apple from the shinigami world.

L: Ew...

Ryuk: *puts hands on their shoulders* Go ahead. Try it. One bite won't kill ya~.

Light and L hesitantly regard the shinigami apple that Light now holds. They both take bites... and experience instant regret.

L: *violent spits it out* PHHBBBBBTT!! *tries brushing his tongue off* It's SAND. Bleh...

Light: *forces himself to swallow it* Ugh...

Ryuk: There! You see? Imagine centuries with only that to snack on!

Light: *cough* Okay! I get it! *cough* Ahem. Anyways. There's been a change of plans.

Ryuk: I can see that. *Hyuk* I certainly didn't expect this.

Light: *puts a concerned hand on L's shoulder* Neither did I, but it is what it is. L has agreed to help me as Kira.

Ryuk: Oh, really? What happened to make you trust him so much?

Light: It's a good opportunity. Besides, he knows what will happen if he betrays me or steps out of line.

L: *places his hand on Light's* Yes, or if he reneges on our agreement.

Both entwine their hands and gaze at each other fondly. *Death Threats. Sooo romantic~*

Ryuk: *picks teeth* Well, as long as you're sure. *laughs* Should be interesting either way~.

Light: Yes. *stands up* L.

L: Hm?

Light: *closes eyes and puts hands in his coat pockets* I have a vision for a perfect world. A world where good, hardworking people can live without the fear of injustice befalling them. *in blows a dramatic wind, begins walking towards Ryuk* To achieve this, society needs to be cleansed and put on the path of healing and betterment. Alone as Kira, I've given it a head start in the right direction. But, as you've stated, there is resistance, and Kira's presence is still necessary for lasting change. With your experience and resources, there's no doubt that we could overcome any hindrances. *smirks* Together, we'd be unstoppable.

Ryuk: *Hyuk hyuk hyuk...*

Light: *turns and holds out his hand to L* L, I would be honored if you would join me in creating a new, better world.

L watches him while Light gazes imploringly at him. L smiles and begins to get up.

L: Light... Kira... *rushes toward him and grasps Light's outstretched hand* Yes.

Light: Looks like we're going to prove those conspiracy theorists right~.

L: If we must.

Light: Are you ready to help me become the God of a New World?

L: *snort* Only if we workshop that title~.

Light: *pulls L closer* Shut up.

L: *grins* I thought you were accepting criticism now--

Light: There are better uses for that mouth than criticism.

L: Oh, really? Care to show me?

Light: Gladly~.

They kiss. L chuckles as Light pushes him against the tree, still smooching~.

Ryuk: *rubbing neck and looking away uncomfortably* Ahem. Oh, boy. You guys are just gonna do that all the time now, huh?

Light and L are reminded of his presence.

Light: Got a problem with that?

Ryuk: Not really? Just kinda awkward.

Light: No one said you had to watch, moron. In fact, I'd prefer if you didn't.

Ryuk: Henh, yeah. I guess I'll just make myself scarce whenever you two get... frisky~. Heh heh

Light: Well, you might want to get lost then. I believe it's time that L and I properly consummate our new partnership.

L: "C-consummate?"

Light: *leers* Yes~. Are you ready to host communion with your god~?

L: *blushes harder* Uhhh...

Light: *presses closer* I'll show you all the ways you can worship me~!

L: *chokes*

Ryuk: Hyuk~ I thought you weren't gonna kill him.

Light: Some light teasing never killed anyone.

L: *recovers a little* *snort* "Light" teasing...

Light: *bears on him again* Ohh~. You're gonna regret driving a motorcycle tonight~!

L: !!! ♥

Ryuk: *partially covers eyes* Hyuk hyuk! Geez... ^__^U

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[thewholecrew]

@headstrongblake said: i think i owe you a pretty substantial apology. / grant & nick

finally, after what felt like a whole life time, it was done. garrett was dead and his organization was left in ashes. finally, he could return to the only place he had ever felt was his home, return to the people who at one point had cared about him, had rallied for him even when he didn't deserve it. he had never deserved any of it, their love, their loyalty, their dedication. now if you're leaving, get the fuck out and never come back. kassy's words still rung in his mind. had been all he could think about every second he drove back to town. she was probably right, that he should never show his face her again after the pain he caused and for a while there he didn't think he ever would. but then he would remember what octavia said to him... and nick, how desperate his brother was to bring him home.

his hands flexed at his sides before he tucked them into his jean pockets after he parked along the road near the beach. he noticed the familiar vehicles of his friends and slowly headed down towards the water where all the commotion was happening. his honey eyes first search out octavia, spotting her with kassy and most of the group, how she clung to the blonde, trinity if he recalled, how she nuzzled against her. jealousy and heartbreak pierced through him as they kissed but he nearly laughed bitterly to himself. he had no right to feel any sort of way about it, in fact there was a small part of him that was happy for octavia, that she had managed to finally move on.

what he also noticed was that nick was nowhere to be found, at least not with the group. a brow rose as he came down the stone steps towards the beach only to spot nick by the cooler of booze, sipping his drink with a longing look in his eyes. there was a story there and he had a feeling that grant himself was somewhat to blame for it. he had finally been able to breathe a breath of relief when nick and rev had given up but if he was to guess, kassy wasn't too happy nick had left to begin with. his feet crunched in the sand before he came up to stand beside nick, his own longing in his eyes as he too watched the group interact.

"why aren't you with them?" he asked nick who seemed speechless in this moment as he did a double take beside him. grant turned towards nick with a sad, soft smile, raising his hand to touch his shoulder as he gave it a gentle squeeze. "hey brother, it's good to see you..." he said genuinely, any anger he had still held for nick having melted away the moment he saw the man there standing by himself. hell, even before that. grant's anger had always just been his attempt to protect nick, his frustration that if he just went home grant could finally do what he'd left to do. he pulled nick in for a tight hug that lingered a moment, patting his back gently before he released him and stepped back.

grant. the emotion in nicks voice had grant's smile grow, honey eyes shining as he tried to keep from wincing. he had created so much pain here, had hurt nick, had hurt octavia and everyone else. it was why he shook his head as nick then spoke. i think i owe you a pretty substantial apology.. "no brother, i owe you one. i'm sorry... for everything." he thanked nick then briefly as he was handed a drink, "i'm sorry for leaving without telling you, and for what i said... and how i reacted when you found me." he shook his head, gaze avoiding nick for a moment as he glanced back towards the group.

sucking in a pained breath he then brought his attention back to nick, wanting him to see the sincere regret in his eyes. "he's dead," he then said lowly, "i had to go with him, nick... i had to go otherwise he wouldn't've stopped until..." he trailed off, taking a long sip of his beer as he steeled himself. "and i couldn't've just killed him, they would have sent more in his place, it would have sent off a chain reaction--" clearing his throat he looked down at nicks hands, face paling the slightest as that anger smouldered in his eyes. "i made him suffer for what he did to you," he said quietly. "i'm so sorry nick."

#headstrongblake #verse: all american. #grant ward: answered ask.

[dollarstoreartsupplies]

saw ur post about Danny from escape room and omg agreed I need more people to talk about him with he's so underrated

NO LIKE ACTUALLY THOUGH!!!!

I genuinely love him, he's so harmless and genuinely excited to be there, it's like textbook-first-death-you-care-about-to-get-you-invested, but I think it would be fascinating to see how the story would progress if he had lived longer. He doesn't get much of a chance to realize this isn't just a super fucking good escape room and I'd love to see how he'd react to another person's death, or the more morally-questionable puzzles.

Would he step up to the plate in a Zoe sort of way? I feel like theres even a possibility he'd cling to the concept of it just being a normal escape room for WAY longer than he should as a way to cope with all the fucked up shit happening.

Because if you think about it even his personal tragedy/survival event (while also being SO FUCKING SAD OHHH MY GOD??? how old was he??? was he a kid??? when did this happen?? if someone remembers if it's says how long ago HIS ENTIRE FAMILY DIED let me know) is incredibly passive.

He definitely saw his family post-death but unlike a plane crash or a mine cave or any of the other tragedies in he has never actually seen anyone else in the process of dying, and I think that would be SO interesting to explore.

Like is that why he likes escape rooms so much? Because it's a way to solve 'impossible' puzzles and clever-your-way out of problems in a way he never got a chance to because he was probably asleep when it happened?

(I also wish we got a slightly closer look at how Ben feels about his death. Because it's really no one but Minos' fault but if the blame had to be pointed to another player it's on him. And he's already got a complex about that shit. Danny is a significantly more sympathetic/guilt complex kind of murder than Jason.)

He's just SO interesting as a character, especially because his death is the only non-preventable one. Theres no way to out-think being dragged under ice in a freezing current. I know the whole game is about luck but it's entirely unfair in a way that I can't even imagine would be particularly entertaining for the people watching at home and I WANNA KNOW WHY! Was he always going to die first? Did they underestimate how good at escape rooms he was? Was it a shock value death to keep all the rich viewers who bet on the safest-winner invested? Was it just because he brought a phone when he wasn't supposed to?

Like (second movie spoilers) but especially with the Amanda reveal in the second movie I'm shocked more people aren't talking about the possibility that he's not actually dead at all!

Because why would Minos kill him? If they want to force people to make escape rooms for them wouldn't Danny be their first choice? He's smart, he loves escape rooms, it would be perfect!

The only real explanation is just that it has to do with personalities and who would be most likely to actually go along with them, but we don't know nearly enough about Danny to think that he wouldn't.

Like?? He kind of seems like the easiest of the first movies cast to manipulate in this situation!! He's the youngest, he's naive, and I don't think he's got the kind of Zoe-backbone that would rather die then spend his time building escape rooms which is what he's passionate about.

If I'm being entirely honest I am not going to believe anyone is dead unless we see the body.

Like, in the first movie who are the only two we don't see the actual body of?

Amanda and Danny.

Amanda is clearly a good person to have on your evil-escape-room-murder-game team as it's shown in the sequel, and like I said DANNY KAHN IS LITERALLY THE PERFECT PERSON TO HAVE ON YOUR TEAM. WHY WOULDN'T THEY KEEP HIM IN THEIR BACK POCKET?

((It also makes sense with the sequel, where we don't see a lot of the bodies. The ONLY person's body we actually see is Theo; Nathan falls into the sand, so does Ben, and we know how that worked out. We kind of hear Brianna and Rachel but we don't SEE them. And the might mean nothing, but if you think about it- it tracks, in a tournament of champions, best of the best, you'd want to hold on to as many as you can.))

I'm veryyyy interested to see if this comes up in the next one, I honestly do not think it will, but I definitely think it's a plot line that could be INCREDIBLY interesting to go down.

#Danny kahn #escape room #escape room tournament of champions #escape room 2019 #LIKE GOD HE'S SO INTERESTING #I WANNA WRITE FANFIC ABOUT HIM #I don't think he's actually coming back but it would be so easy and make SO MUCH SENSE for him to

[nightingaleflow]

Hey, can you make a head cannon about how Gaara and Kakashi react to their S/O liking their hands? Like in a SFW and NSFW way?

Here you go, little nonnie! Some freshly baked headcanons for both Kakashi and Gaara!

SFW above the cut, Not SFW below.

Enjoy! <3

~

KAKASHI (SFW)

~Kakashi spent most of his life hating his hands because they reminded him of the trauma from his youth.

~Every time he looked at them, he saw blood from those he’d lost, comrades he’d killed.

~It’s why he wore gloves - not to aid him as a shinobi, but to stop him from seeing his hands.

~When the two of you started dating, he initially refused to let you touch his hands at all, keeping them in his pockets except to eat or open a door.

~So when you finally took his hand, he was more nervous than the first time you two kissed.

~He was even more surprised when you said how much you loved his hands.

~They were shinobi hands - calloused, scarred, rough.

~They were heavy from carrying the weight of his friends’ lives and deaths.

~And yet, you held them without hesitation.

~You even kissed his hands, your lips gently caressing the scarred skin.

~You made sure to tell him that you loved all of him, good and bad.

~His hands were beautiful, just like the rest of him.

~And you loved them.

~Slowly, Kakashi grew more comfortable with the contact.

~Sometimes, he would even offer his hand first, and you were always glad to take it.

~He progressed from there to other touches.

~Poking your shoulder, stroking your cheek, rubbing your back.

~And you never hesitated to accept them.

~Nor did you hesitate to offer a caress in return.

~And he loved your hands as much as you loved his.

~Because they made him feel something he hadn’t felt in years: Loved.

~

GAARA (SFW)

~Gaara never thought of his hands as anything special.

~They were another part of his body, and they served their function just fine.

~They let him cast jutsu, sign his name, and pick things up.

~If anything, his hands were probably a bad thing due to all of the killing he’d done in his youth.

~But best case scenario, they weren’t anything special.

~So he was utterly fascinated the first time you deliberately picked his hand up and kissed it.

~His hands were surprisingly smooth and soft, protected his whole life by his sand armor.

~You took your time, your lips exploring his palms and knuckles.

~Affection was alien to him as a whole, but this was on a whole new level.

~That didn’t mean he didn’t like it.

~In spite of his confusion, he loved how your face lit up whenever you touched his hands.

~He also loved how warm it made him feel every time he felt your lips on his fingers.

~So he touched you as often as he could get away with.

~He held your hand whenever you were out in the village together.

~Whenever he opened a door for you, he pressed his palm into the small of your back as he guided you through.

~He rubbed his thumb along your fingers whenever no one was looking.

~He even took your hand and kissed it, wanting to express the same affection you showed him.

~He still didn’t entirely understand.

~But he loved you.

~And if this is what made you happy, then he’d be glad to let you touch his hands any time you wished.

~

KAKASHI (Not SFW)

~Getting him used to using his hands in a sexual way was much easier than you expected.

~Once you crossed the initial hurdle, Kakashi grew bolder each time he touched you.

~He experimented, running his hands over different spots with different speeds.

~You relished the feeling of his hands on your skin.

~And then his touches grew more intimate.

~He always took his time because he loved to experiment and figure out exactly where and how to touch you.

~Once he figured it out, though, he never forgot.

~He would slowly peel away your shirt, then cup your breasts in his palms.

~His thumbs would tease and pinch your nipples.

~He relished the way you gasped and pressed your breasts into his hands.

~And then when his hands went lower…

~It was like the universe aligned.

~Nothing else existed but you and those hands.

~He stroked inside you just right, always finding that magic spot on your upper walls.

~He found the clit on the first try, and every time after that too.

~He wouldn’t be satisfied until you came around his fingers.

~And then he’d do it again for good measure.

~You could be having the worst day possible, and his hands would make everything better.

~They were magical, just like him.

~And you loved him for it.

~

GAARA (Not SFW)

~Of course, you also loved it when Gaara touched your bare skin in the dark of night.

~Getting Gaara to become intimate with you had been a challenge.

~He loved you of course, and wanted to be as close as possible with you.

~But he was terrified of hurting you.

~Or worse, of disappointing you so much you never wanted him to touch you again.

~It took time, patience, and of course love.

~But gradually, Gaara grew more confident as he explored your body.

~He trusted you to guide him if he went astray (which he never did).

~And his hands grew greedier.

~The day he took your breasts in his hands and squeezed them of his own accord was one of the happiest days of your life.

~And it just got better from there.

~He learned quickly how, when, and where to touch you just right.

~And you rewarded him.

~You praised him, you held him, you kissed him.

~And before long, you realized there was something he liked with his hands too.

~One of his favorite things was when you pulled his fingers into your mouth and sucked.

~It was such a simple act.

~But watching you worship his hand as you stared lustily up at him was enough to drive him crazy.

~It very quickly led to him pinning you to the mattress and the two of you crying out each other’s names.

~And of course, your hands stay intertwined all the while.

~

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[thatturtleleon]

hello!!! Sorry to bother or bother you, but I was wondering if you could do a Headcanon about how Optimus and Megatron (or Team Prime and Team Decepticon) would react to Agent Flower bringing a human to the base to stay for the Autobots' safety as the human is a newly created project, he is a modern genius with the ability to fulfill a person's wish, change from human form to a small pocket mirror and can also evaporate into bright blue sand, very similar to glitterHow would Optimus view this new responsibility? How would Megatron feel upon learning this new information?

Authors note: Ty for requesting! I hope these hcs are ok! <3

Team Prime:

When Agent Fowler brought in the human, team prime automatically assumed they had been a regular human who accidentally spotted one of them

However, as Fowler explained who this person was and their abilities, the autobots became curious

Optimus would ask a lot of questions about this new person's abilities and why he was so different from the other humans

The rest of the team bombarded the person with questions as well

All of them were impressed with the things this person could do, and how powerful he was

Optimus would probably want to know how this person came to be and how they got their abilities, as well as understanding that this power came with a lot of responsibility

Overall, Team Prime is very curious about this new person and what they can do

Decepticons:

When the decepticons discovered this person...they had a littleee bit different reaction

All of them were very curious, just like the autobots

Who was this human? Why were they not like the others? How much can this human really do?

Though, some were worried that the human posed a threat to the decepticons

Megatron was extremely interested in this person's abilities, especially the wish granting one

He would most likely offer the person to aid the decepticons in the war, because their abilities would be very useful

And also because it would not be ideal to have this human on the opposing side

#vry sleepy as im writing these so i hope they make sense lol #tfp #transformers prime #transformers #tfp hcs #transformers prime hcs #tfp megatron #tfp optimus #maccaddam #maccaddams #thatturtleleon asks

[social-mockingbird]

keldabe kisses are the windows to the soul (pt. 3)

(tech x reader)

pt. 1 here!  pt. 2 here!

i rewatched the last three episodes of tbb season two with my friend since she was catching up on it and now i am sad. at least i found meme videos to numb my pain and got to study how tech reacts to flirting some more! hopefully this does him justice, i really tried to get how he would react in a romantic situation and Did My Best Because I Love Him. also reader continues to be a dork because i am. 

author’s rec: frog by cavetown because it’s adorable. 

________

You were never going to get the sand out of your shoes. 

Cid’s last mission had sent you to Jakku, a simple supply retrieval that had ended in a five-hour trek through the desert, since she’d failed to mention her contact was a hermit and lived in a tiny house way out in the dunes. There had been wind chimes all over the house, scraps of metal and glass and hollowed out pipes, so in the end, it had been a little bit magical. But now you were back on the ship, crusted over with sand, and Echo, bless him, was taking forever in the refresher. 

“He doesn’t even have hair to wash,” you complained under your breath, instantly feeling bad once the words left your mouth. Maybe all of his robot parts made it hard to clean up quickly, especially if they had sand lodged in them. You were blessed to be fully intact. And it usually took this long, right?

Then the door to the ‘fresher finally opened, and Echo came out smelling like higher-end lotion and cleanser and soap, and you recalled that Echo was very…fastidious about his appearance when he had the resources and time. 

“Your turn,” he said, and you were already closing the door to the tiny room before he’d finished talking. The industrial lighting was surprisingly comforting, and the water was cool on your hot skin as you washed the layers of sand off. 

“Hey, do you want me to take your clothes?” Omega called through the door. “We’re going to shake them off outside.” 

“Um–I’ll bring them out when I’m done!” 

You were worried the treasure hidden deep in your pants pocket would be discovered before you wanted it to be. At the hermit’s house, there had been a rough crystal of amber about the size of your hand sitting on top of the tiny crowded table in her kitchen. A night-beetle hung suspended in the middle of it, blue wings a rich brown through the orange of the amber. The hermit had seen you eyeing it and tossed it to you without a word. 

Night-beetles were Tech’s favorite. The last time you saw one, he’d told you facts about them for an hour straight, barely pausing to breathe. You were pretty sure the rest of the Batch wouldn’t remember that Tech liked them so much, so you were at low risk of being found out, but you were too worried about it to let your guard down. Thankfully, it fit snugly inside the pocket of your clean vest, and you were able to take it out of the refresher with no real concern. 

Now, how to get it to him without making a scene? 

Unfortunately, Tech was rarely alone. There really wasn’t such a thing as alone time on the Marauder, but especially not for Tech, since he was in charge of every little technical difficulty and listened the longest to Omega’s eager questions.

So should you put it on his desk? Would he even see it? Would he ask where it came from in front of everyone? 

And if you gave it to him directly, would you even be able to do it with a straight face? 

You hadn’t even noticed yourself pacing until someone tapped you. 

“Are you all right?” Tech asked, one hand hovering, unsure, above your shoulder. He wasn’t wearing his helmet and he must have just cleaned his goggles because his eyes were shining in the evening light seeping through the cockpit windows. 

“Yes, I–well–I was just–” 

Any half-formed plans you had exploded into sand. You shoved the rock into Tech’s hands, trying not to focus on the way they instantly closed around it. 

“Got you a rock.”

“I…can see that,” he said slowly. When he held it up to the light, the beetle’s wings glimmered, and he actually gasped a little. You had never heard him make a sound like that before. 

“A night-beetle. How extraordinary.” 

“I know you like them, and Cid’s contact just gave it to me and I figured you’d like it more than I would, so I just wanted to–” stop talking, stop talking–

“This is a very thoughtful gift,” he said softly, and ducked a little to meet your eyes. He wasn’t usually one for direct eye contact, and it startled you.  “You remembered what I like. Thank you.” 

Warmth blossomed in your tummy and you grinned. “I’m glad you like it.” 

When you next saw him, he was sitting at his desk, holding the amber at eye level, watching the blue computer light dance through the facets and bounce off the beetle’s wings. 

The amber was almost the same color as his eyes. 

____

You should have been in your bunk sleeping.

However, so should Tech, and neither of you were headed that direction anytime soon. During today’s supply run, a kicked-up rock from a speeder had cracked Tech’s goggles and caused Echo to use some curse words you’d never even heard of as the speeder drove off. You’d volunteered to change out Tech’s lenses and he’d had some work to do anyway. So here you were, mugs of instant tea cooling beside you, piddling away in companionable silence. Truth be told, you’d fixed the lenses about five minutes ago and you were pretending to tinker so you could spend more time with Tech. You hoped he hadn’t noticed, but his hands had been suspiciously still for a while too. 

“Um. Tech.” 

 “Yes?” 

You turned to look at him, revealing the goggles perched on your nose. They were smudged on the left lens where your finger had slipped and the prescription pulled a bit painfully at your right eye. But you blinked, meeting his eyes, sure you looked like a fish. 

“How do I look?” You pasted a stupid grin on your face to hide how nervous you were. 

Tech’s chair creaked as he shifted to face you fully. He stared and stared, narrowing his eyes, leaning into your space. You could smell the regulation soap on his skin again, citrusy and clean, and whatever that nice warm undertone was that was always there. His forehead was nearly against yours. 

Why was he so close surely he didn’t need to be, oh no he’s really really close—

“I…well. I honestly have no idea.” 

… 

Right. 

You couldn’t even bring yourself to be embarrassed. You’d been trying to do something cute, be a romantic, get him to stare at you, and you’d forgotten he needed his glasses to see. 

A laugh burst from your chest, so sudden you covered your mouth. Wrecker’s snores in the back startled and stuttered. 

Tech tilted his head. “What’s so funny?” 

You slipped the goggles off your head, still giggling, and wiped away the smudges before settling them back into his hands. “Nothing. Tell me if they work.” 

“All right,” he said, putting the goggles back on. He blinked at you. “Oh.” 

“What? Did I do it right?” 

 “This was done quite well. I can see you much better now. Thank you for cleaning them.” Picking up his datapad, he powered it back on. “You have nice eyes.” 

“What.” 

“Nice eyes,” he repeated patiently. “I can see them better with my goggles on.” 

This definitely wasn’t happening?

“Thank you,” you murmured. “So do you.” 

“I would imagine my eyes are indistinguishable from the rest of us, since we all possess the same genes.” 

Now, hang on.

“But—they aren’t the same. Not at all.” You can’t stop yourself now. “Your eyes are so much more golden than, say, Wrecker’s, and lighter than Omega’s. They’ve also got this nice amber undertone and they’re a little bigger too. Really. They look totally different.” 

He blinked at you. “Well. Thank you. I’m…surprised you noticed.” 

“I used to know a lot more of you,” you said softly, unsure what to do with your hands. You let them twist and flutter. “I loved finding the differences in everyone’s eyes. I loved seeing the little things that made you all unique. I still notice. Even though there’s less of you.” 

Tech’s chair creaked in your direction. His hands, long and gentle, hovered above yours, not touching, but close enough to be warm. 

“I don’t mean to doubt your skills of observation,” he said softly. “I apologize if that is how it came across. I only meant that it is surprising, to me, to find someone who cares enough to notice.”

“Oh.” You fidgeted. “Thanks. Um. I hope it’s not..well, even if it’s nice, I don’t want to come on strong by saying those things to you, because I don’t want it to come across wrong, and–I don’t want you to think that–”

“You are worried about appearing as though you have…romantic feelings for me?” Tech asked.  His voice was so much quieter than it had been. 

“No! No, that’s not–I wouldn’t mind that at all, please don’t hear me saying that, Maker, no, I just–if you don’t feel the same way I would hate for you to feel obligated–”

“You aren’t finishing any of your sentences.” Tech’s facial expression hadn’t changed, but there was a different light in his eyes. 

“I know.” You buried your head in your hands. The silence stretched on for so long you had time to think through every way you could have offended him or said the wrong thing. But when you gathered yourself and looked up, the first thing you noticed was that Tech had moved closer to you, knees almost touching yours. Both of his legs were bouncing nervously. His hands were still hovering in your space, but now they were above your shoulders. 

“Tech, are you okay?” 

“I–I don’t know how to do this.” 

“Do what?” 

“I am not well versed in–in physical affection.” 

Oh. 

“Tech, hang on–don’t force yourself to do something you aren’t comfortable with.” You almost reached up to grab his wrists, but backed away. “Is–physical affection something you want to do?” 

“Yes.” He said it so quietly, and with so much serious intention, that you felt your stomach bottom out a little. 

“Well–I could always–here–” 

Gently, moving slowly so that he could see what you were doing, you scooted closer to him so that your knees were touching, and took his hands in yours, lowering them from your shoulders to your lap, running your thumbs, feather-light, across his knuckles. Tech was looking down at your hands, unable to make eye contact. You could see the reflection of his eyes darting around in his goggles. 

“Is this okay?” 

Instead of saying anything, Tech tipped forward, resting his forehead gently on yours. You could barely breathe. 

 The bouncing in his legs slowed, then stopped. He sighed. 

“This is okay.” 

You really wished you could see his eyes. But you were willing to sit as long as it took, holding his hands, foreheads together, the sweetest kiss. 

“Tech.”

“Mmm.” 

“Can I–try something else?” 

His eyes flicked up to you. “Yes.” 

You hoped your fingers weren’t shaking as you raised one of his hands to your lips and pressed the softest kiss to the back of it. Tech’s shoulders went up, surprised, and you dipped down to meet his eyes, see if it was okay. He nodded at you, and you pressed another kiss to his knuckles, then to the back of his other hand. You felt his fingers flex in yours. His eyes were shining. 

“Can I try something else?” 

“Please.”

You turned his hands over and kissed the inside of his wrists, one after the other. Tech was leaning into your space, utterly still. You reached up to cup his face in your hands. 

Up close, Tech had a nice golden undertone to his skin that was hard to see in the glare of the datapad he always had his nose pressed against. There was the tiniest freckle hidden under the lashes on his left eye, and another one just above his right eyebrow. His skin was a little rough and there were tiny scars from shrapnel and firefights. You wanted to kiss the tiny furrow between his eyebrows, run your fingers along the lines of his face. There was a pretty curve to his lips and if you weren’t mistaken, tiny tiny laugh lines right by his nose. You weren’t sure you’d seen him really laugh yet. You wondered if it was a loud laugh, if he went silent and wheezed, if he was a giggler or a cackler or merely scrunched his nose in amusement. 

“Tech,” you breathed. “Mesh’la.”

He blinked at the compliment. “You…know Mando’a?”

“A little.” 

He nodded, slowly. It was really cute, his head bobbing up and down in your cupped hands. Then his hands were on the bottom of your chair, pulling it into his space. It threw off your balance a little and you moved a hand down to his shoulder to catch yourself. He tilted his head, nose nearly brushing against yours. He wasn’t making eye contact, not quite, but his eyes were on your face, taking his time, memorizing your features as you’d done with him. 

“Mesh’la,” he repeated. Beautiful. 

Then he pressed the softest kiss to your mouth. It was a little awkward, quick; he was still nervous. You could feel him shaking a little. But his bravery gave you enough incentive to press into him, kissing him again, giggling when he sighed against you. You felt his nervousness start to fade after a while, as his hands came to rest ever-so-softly on your waist, as you brushed your thumbs across his cheekbones, skimming the band of his goggles. Tech was a sweet kisser and had an inadvertent smoothness to him that caught you off guard, circling his thumbs against your sides in a way that had you feeling a little lightheaded, mouth so gentle you had trouble thinking. 

Tech grabbed your wrists when he broke for air, keeping your hands on the sides of his face. You grinned, then tapped the sides of his goggles, asking for silent permission. When he gave it, you slid them off his head, giving you a full view of his eyes. They were darker than usual and unfocused, amber dipped in honey, tinted a little blue from the light of the computers. He blinked, squinting a little. 

“I love your eyes, Tech,” you said. “Really, cyar’ika. They are the most beautiful eyes I’ve ever seen.”

The corner of his mouth quirked up in the cutest smile. He pressed his forehead to yours again, reveling in the feel of your hands on his bare face, in being with you. 

When Wrecker came yawning out of his bunk hours later, he would wake the two of you up with a roar of excitement, unable to control his explosive, contagious happiness at seeing the two of you leaning on one another, heads together, fast asleep. Tech’s goggles lay in your relaxed hands. 

Nobody minded the change. 

yo bro who got you smilin’ like that--

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