sakura: pick, a kiss from me or from her?

naruto, whispering: …a kiss from sasuke

sakura: 🫢

ino: 🤣

sasuke: ❔

When I went to university, there was a guy a year or so above me who was famous across the whole department because he was super nice, super gorgeous, and went jogging regularly while shirtless and wearing very tiny very short bright red shorts. And so everyone called him Beautiful Dave. Genuinely! Not an insult in the slightest. He was Beautiful and people needed to know!

And listen. LISTEN. That's Steve.

Hot college student who loves to get up early and go jogging shirtless and in his old basketball shorts.

Him, Robin, and Eddie all move up to Chicago together. Robin studies languages, Steve studies to be a paramedic or a physical therapist or something, Eddie fucks around and gets a job bc he has had enough of academia. They all get a shitty apartment near their college campus together and Steve finds he likes academia a lot more when it's something he cares about. He joins the swim team, he makes friends, and he finds out one day that people have started referring to him as Beautiful Steve.

He worries at first that it's another King Steve thing, but it's not!  People genuinely think he's absolutely beautiful and super nice and friendly. And so he kind of... goes along with it. He'll go jogging in his short shorts and people will greet him as Beautiful Steve and he responds with a smile and a wave.

Robin and Eddie find out while on campus one day when a group of people call him Beautiful Steve and he responds. Steve tells them that people started calling him that and It's the best day of their lives. Because that's their Steve! Their Steve is Beautiful Steve!! And they're nice about it because I want fluff and silly happiness and people are too mean to Steve

MOMO I CANT COPE. YOU ARE TRULY WIRED DIRECTLY TO THE SOURCE

Robin and Eddie FULL SCALE endorsing beautiful Steve!!! They get so into it they get the student to eventually treat him like a cryptid in that there’s sticks and badges of ‘I believe in beautiful Steve’ and it’s over a pair of illustrated red shorts. It’s a fun way of making some side income for them all and Steve gets a kick out of it.

Campus legend Beautiful Steve but it never becomes a creepy or uncomfortable thing. Everyone just enjoying what has organically grown from it all. He ends up as a ‘wheres Wally’ situation on the campus brochure. Never centre stage, always in the background and happily so.

He goes out on placement for his course and get a warm welcome on his return. Getting nods and waves and feeling like he has a Place here in his own way. Eddie and Robin observing it all and delighting at the smile it brings to Steve’s face every time. He may be Beautiful Steve to the uni but he’s Their Steve first and he won’t let them forget that

love island bakugou, your first kiss is during the dirty laundry challenge.

his couple with jirou is still early, but he can already tell it's not going anywhere, and he hasn't set his eyes on anyone yet — you included. of course he thinks you're beautiful, but he can objectively say all the women are, and he's peripherally aware of how well you and kaminari are getting along.

the truth is probably something horrible 💀 you slide down into the soap and find a fake, laminated dinner bill and the statement is, "this boy once ended a date in the middle of dinner because he felt it wasn't going to work out" !!! and you're looking at the boys, wondering who out of them would do such a thing 💀 and you don't know much about bakugou, haven't spent any real time talking to him because he's intimidating LOL but it's because he's so gruff that you decide he's got to be the one.

i think. bakugou would really dislike the kissing LOL especially in the beginning, so he's frowning, watching you in your cute bathing suit, all soaped up — but when you come to stand right in front of him, he feels oddly nervous ?? because he really hasn't been paying attention to you, and now he is !!

it's the first time he's had a kiss that he hasn't purposely made chaste or quick; you go in for it because he's damn handsome, for as shy as you feel in front of his broad figure, and EVERYONE notices that he ACTUALLY, PROPERLY kisses you in return 💀 it's nothing as explicit as some of the other exchanged kisses, but sero swears he saw your tongue in his mouth, even if bakugou won't admit to it 💀

(and this is the first time he feels conflicted, really, about throwing a point for a challenge when his turn comes up. because he really has no clue if you're the girl the statement is about, but his stomach feels light and flippy and when his eyes dart to you, you're already watching him, waiting to see who he'll choose.)

(his face is on fire, when all the girls squeal beside him as thinks fuck it and kisses you anyway, and he's not gonna admit this either, but maybe he goes all in too 💀)

@stellorc and @commander-krios made me this and I'm crying from how beautiful Nephien and Vexx are

• according to travis beacham max is somewhere 8-9 years old. english bulldog live an average of 7-11 years. so max has about 1-2 years left to live. and this process can accelerate, because chuck died. imagine: max is gone. herc had lost the last thing that connected him to chuck. he never recovered from the loss of his son and now he has lost another family member. herc was left alone with his grief. i–

• it can also be assumed that herc gave chuck a dog for his 12th birthday (or 13th birthday, but i prefer the first option) before entering the academy (a year after the attack of scissure and the death of angela) in the hope of compensating for his absence

• also english bulldog have a friendly, patient, but stubborn nature. honestly i think young chuck was just like that. and that somewhere deep down this little boy is alive

#cheaters (affectionate-ish)

Bonus:

Chakotay leaning on the fact that he was Maquis to play-flirt with Janeway as they work on reports after hours and Janeway laughs, waving him off with a smirk and at the moment she says something like “I haven’t been charmed by the bad boy routine since I was in 8th grade” she turns to see Tuvok (also with them, has been there the whole time) looking very much charmed by the bad boy routine. (Only she can tell this.)

scrolling past every babygirl joke people make with a frown on my face

the funniest thing about being bi and having a self-shipper partner + qpp who are both mainly/exclusively attracted to men is that when they see a neat woman they immediately look at me and go ‘bee you should selfship with her’ I love it

Him,,,, 💕

That's it. That's the post.

at least the bisexual recklessness is getting worse🙏🏻 #blessed

The things Sovann would do simply because they’ve more or less ‘adopted’ Doppie are insane. They know nothing about this little shadow creature that, essentially, isn’t anything or anyone-- but they’d level cities if it made the little guy even remotely happy. They’d tear and shred and devour anyone or anything that threatened what slight grasp Doppie has on the existent world. They can and will and have snuffed out lives just to bring Doppie a possible look to try on, a possible identity for it to devour and claim and they do not care if Doppie rejects the offer and an empty sacrifice was for nothing. Because to Sovann it is not nothing. It’s a shred of a chance that their baby that they love so much it hurts might find a form it likes, a form it can take so it can actually feel their touch, a form that might be able to speak with them even if only for a few seconds. And it’s really not healthy for them because so much of their attachment to Doppie is based off pure projection. They look at Doppie, amorphous, undefinable, forgotten, outcast Doppie, forever burdened to become and un-become over and over again, and they see their failures. They see the fading memories of their siblings (what did miryin’s face look like again? it’s covered in shadows, it’s lost, it’s gone, it haunts without being a ghost at all), they see the potential for something. They don’t know what, but something. They are pressing and pushing the idea of what they so violently lost onto this blameless being whose only sin is existing without actually having a means for it, and so it has to take because nothing has been willingly given. Just like them. It’s a reflection of Sovann's own sins. And they try to hold Doppie and comfort it and find a way for it to exist outside the confines of the peripheral because never again, never again can they watch this struggle for belonging from another creature that was predestined by some other force to not belong. 

But then, so much of their attachment is the most pure and healing thing Sovann has experienced in a long time, even if it results in some of their more extreme behavior. Their love for Doppie sprouted because of the nothingness it must wallow in. The potential for them to shape it into what they desperately want is there, but so is the potential for it to take the shape of something, of someone, of anything. Before their history became overshadowed by paranoia and myth, Sovann’s kind was linked to growth out of perceived nothing, to being guides in an impenetrable dark, to being a living a promise that there is something beyond the inky depths of the unknown. Doppie, despite not having a true self, reminds Sovann no, it’s not all lost, there is still something in that unknown. Their attachment to Doppie is as selfish and codependent as it is the germinating possibility that they don’t have to remain a venomous husk, terrified and bitter and hurt, at least not forever, not with everyone. They coddle and provide for and watch out for Doppie like a child because that is what Doppie is to Sovann. Doppie’s a child that’s yet to be fully born, a child they want to nurture and protect so fiercely, without any expectation of recompense, even if that birth is never fully realized. They love Doppie. They love anything Doppie could become. They love, and it hurts. It is the only pain they have ever willingly subjected themself to. It is a pain they are glad to feel.

RED WHIRE AND ROYAL BLUE CASTING????????

TWO beloved mutuals are currently watching gillmore girls so i get to scroll through my dash and see v attractive people flirting with each other

bf!bkg ignoring you because you won’t call him baby or handsome or whatever nickname you usually call him

“Katsuki— have you seen my charger? I can’t find it anywhere.”

You call out as you make your way down the hall from your bedroom. Your boyfriend is sitting on the couch, having a rotting party all by his lonesome to really live out his day off. It’s a rare occurrence for him to be so inactive, but you surmise even pro heroes can be lazy every once in a while.

“Kats?”

Still nothing. You know for a fact that he can hear you, because you can see the way he subconsciously perks up the minute you say something. Definitely charming, but not enough to quell the growing mix of irritation and worry (mostly worry) brewing inside the pits of your stomach.

You make your way across the living room, standing in front of his place on the couch. He’s still not looking at you. No matter, you just decide to straddle him instead. His hands automatically find purchase on your hips, fingers just a few millimeters shy of your ass.

“Katsuki. What’s wrong?”

“Dunno who that is,” he huffs, head turning to the side so you can’t see the way his lips quirk down into a pout. (Because he swears up and down that’s something he never does.)

“Kats?”

“No.”

“‘Suki?”

“Close, but still no.”

“Baby?”

“Yeah, baby?”

"Have you seen my charger, handsome?"

"In your desk drawer on the right."

You smile. You press an innocent kiss to the tip of his nose. He pulls you flush against him before you can pull away, capturing your lips with his, appreciating the way the two of you meld against each other. He tries not to look too disappointed when you lift yourself off him and stand up. You lean down to give him a fleeting kiss on the cheek.

"Love you, Katsuki."

"Think you've got the wrong guy, sweetheart."

✩ ˛˚ . GOJO SATORU — you’re not sure if it’s normal for a ‘relationship’ like you and gojo’s to be so constant.

ஜ ˖ ࣪࿐ྂ contents! situationship!gojo, although it seems to be a little more than that, fluff! he’s a clingy baby ♡ ˖ ࣪࿐ྂ note! i literally had to pull over at the side of this road to write this in my notes <3 childe is coming tomoz guys i swear !

“satoru, i have to leave eventually, i can’t stay here forever.” you sigh from where you’re wrapped in gojo’s, your… friend’s bed, his sheets, his shirt. you’re not sure how long you’ve been here, three? four days maybe, it’s like both of you are just ignoring that maybe this is a little more than what you’re trying to say it is.

“you leavin’ me cold? where’s your heart.” hes teasing you as he whines playfully, pouting from where he’s standing at the foot of his bed. he’s still shirtless from his shower— his snowy hair is wet, framing his features and you think it’s annoyingly unfair how low on his hips his sweatpants are resting. “bring back my sweet girl.”

he’s not sure how to tell you that he doesn’t remember the last time he had a full nights sleep before you’d started staying over.

“none of my stuff is here.” you try to reason but gojo’s so fast to send you a handsome sort of grin before he’s turning away from you momentarily. you watch him hum as he picks his slacks up from the floor, reaching into the side pocket to pull out his wallet before reaching so quickly for the sleek black card inside with a shrug.

“i’ll get you new stuff. see,” he tilts his head towards the card and you know he’s serious despite his smooth tone, the ridiculously luxury apartment you’re in right now and his usual expensive clothes was enough proof that he could, but that’s not what you meant.

“no, satoru, i’m serious. i need my clothes.” you sigh as you lean yourself back into the plush pillows beneath you, youre grumbling like you’re being held here against your will but you’ve still made no real effort to move from your place.

you feel the mattress at your feet dip as gojo pushes himself back onto the bed, his fingertips reaching to wrap gently around your calf as he crawls his way towards you. it’s incredibly intimate the way he looks up at you through his lashes, lifting your leg slightly until you feel his lips trace along the inside of ankle, leaving short—soft pecks in their wake.

his gaze remains on yours as he trails kisses up your skin, continuing until he’s high enough to let his chin rest on your stomach, long arms wrapping underneath your waist as he shoots you another smile. “oh? but you look so good already, sweet thing.”

you groan at that, “satoru! omg, i need an outfit. i cant just live in your stuff.” — as comfortable as it is.

“yeah yeah, i hear you. i can take you there, wait f’ you and bring you back.” gojo grumbles from where he’s hugging himself into you, bringing up one of his hands like he’s talking you through a plan as you watch his fingers wave around in the air with his words.

you sigh again, for what feels like the millionth time today, but you still let your fingers push their way through the damp roots of the man over you’s hair— a motion that earns you a quick kiss pressed through your shirt before he lets the silence linger comfortably.

you think this was probably a lot more than what you’re both trying to say it is.

“hm, so you wanna go on a date, ‘s that it?” gojo grumbles a few moments later, goading as he shoots you one of his cheekier smirks before he’s pushing himself up high enough to curl over you. but the playful jokes makes you feel suddenly warm as you look up at him— trying so hard to retain the frown on your features despite the way his crystalline gaze makes you want to melt into a puddle.

“you’re so annoying.” you try to push him away but he doesn’t budge as he chuckles, leaning down to press his face ticklishly into the crook of your neck as he pokes playfully at the sides of your waist— just enough to kick start a laughing fit. “‘toru! i swear—“

“oh? i see how it is. why’re you mad?” you can barely breathe as gojo presses you into the mattress beneath you— twitching and wriggling underneath his huge body as he continues to press into your ticklish spots.

“s-stop it! i’m not mad.”

“oh yeah? well i haven’t done anything afterall! you said you wanted an outfit, don’t go all shy on me now~” he’s deliberately accompanying each touch with an onslaught of kisses along the crook of your neck that make you shudder.

“satoru! oh my god, i’m gonna kill you.” you gasp as you kick your legs, giggling uncontrollably until you feel him cease suddenly and drop himself back on top of you with a huff.

“oh, scary! you said it, sweet girl. you fallin’ for me? i knew it! it can’t be helped, i’ll be happy to take you out if you ask nicely.”

gojo’s lips rest against your jawline as he speaks this time; smooth as honey while his hands push their way underneath the hem of your—his shirt. his fingers rest gently at your waist before he begins tracing something messily, probably something similar to a heart if you were to focus on it a little more.

you don’t answer him this time, like you’ve admitted defeat as your arms wrap around him— letting him melt into you a little longer before he’s pushing himself up to press a kiss against your cheek, then your lips when you turn around to face him.

“hm, that’s too bad. i kinda wanted to keep you locked away in here for a little while longer. oh well.” gojo smirks as he tries to feign disappointed, pinching between his brows before he’s shooting you a wink and leaning in for another kiss. his lips linger a little longer this time, tongue coming out to tease along your lower lip before he pulls away suddenly a few moments later— leaving you pouty and all of a sudden kiss starved.

you watch him fumble around for a little bit, sorting through the clothes that you both had peeled off in such a rush the night before. you give him a confused look when he bends over; rising back up as he shakes his car keys at you with another one of his signature grins.

“aw, don’t look at me like that. come on, we got somewhere to be, right? wear somethin’ nice f’ me.”

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