BLU Sniper + BLU Spy are best friends to me. Queerplatonic partners actually, though they do not call themselves that because neither of them care much for labels and only what they feel. They're simply together and whether people take it as a friendship or more, that's for people to speculate, and them to know.

Spy calls him every pet name under the sun. The less fitting it is, the better, because there are few things more thrilling than seeing the indignation on Sniper's face after he finds out caille means quail. But ultimately the best is the simplest, which is simply mon cher.

All Sniper has for him are insults, ranging from animals to unsightly qualties. But is it really an insult if it's said in such a soft tone? Or with such fondness that you can tell little difference between "love" and "snake"?

And the things they do, some casual, some not, but differentiating the two matters very little. Only that holding hands feels as good as any kiss, and a hug is as warm as any tryst in bed. Not that kissing is off the table, but if it just stays as is, light across the hands, firm against the face, without needing to slip into deeper territory with less clothes and more skin, what's wrong with that? Evidently nothing that matters so much as to stop them.

They don't have dates like other people, not in the same way with all the blushing and hints about taking things further. Sure Spy takes Sniper to expensive cafes and to high-quality stores, and Sniper may take him out to the countryside to count the stars in the sky, but the glances and touch they share is not the same love as others. Not the same kind of love, but it's love all the same.

König Teasing Reader in His Dialect

I finally got around to writing for König being sappy with his S/O in his native tongue! Native dialect, in fact!! I'm not gonna include any translations for this one! And don't bother putting it in Google Translate either, it won't work :3c

“Du host so a liabes Gschau.”

A gentle twilight it was, the sky donning a beautiful coat of orange. With the few fluffy clouds floating by, you watched your boyfriend glow in the soft evening light. It was almost magical, the way the sun set behind the mountains, the way it created a halo of utmost pulchritude on König. He was a rough man, who found it within himself to be as gentle as one would never imagine. His hands were calloused, but the way he caressed your face made it seem as though he was a lover by nature. Although he may have killed more people than you have ever known in your lifetime, that fact barely came to mind when his voice would call for you. Strong his accent, yes, but with it came a sense of familiarity that you would get nowhere else. König was a beautiful man. If you could have, then you would have knelt in front of him, allowing him to tread his fingers through your locks. If you could have, you would have slung your arms around him, burying yourself in his warmth and scent. But alas, all that came to mind was confusion. What did he say this time?

“You know my German isn’t that good just yet. You gotta be patient with me. Can you translate?”

With a certain glimmer in his eyes, he smiled as he shook his head. “No, I’ll let you figure this one out. It would be boring if I translated everything for you.” But even so, he walked towards you, quiet as a cat, hunting for its prey. All there was to devour was you, unity through the purpose of consuming one another. He stood still in front of you, eyes almost hazy as he seemed a little unfocused. He was a hunter, but whenever you were around he laid his weapon to rest, craving your attention more than he felt the bloodlust. You calmed him more than any restful night ever could. Your touch was the remedy for his loneliness, his fear, his anger. And this time, it was his turn to repay you, gently running his thumb across your cheek.

“Du bist mei ois. Für di leib i. I bin dir so vü schuidig. Söbst wenn i dir die Wöd gebn darad, warads ned genug. Danke für ois. Bitte bleib bei mir so laung wies nur geht. Hah, i reid grod so vü Scheiße, aba des stört mi ned. Du mochst mi so fertig, aber i hob di so lieb. Eigentlich wuid i heite schiacha zu dir sein, oba i kauns afoch ned. I bin so verliebt in di.”

Should you feel angry at him? For all you knew he could have been cursing you worse than any string of English words ever could. And yet, his expression betrayed him. That gentle smile, that soft gaze, that tender touch. König let out a content sigh, placing his hands atop your shoulders. It was evident he wanted something, he wanted more, but all he could do was stare as love overtook every fiber of his being. In that moment, he wasn’t a hunter, he wasn’t a fighter, he wasn’t a soldier. If there was one thing he could call himself, it was yours. Your boyfriend, your partner, your loved one. It didn’t matter as long as it was in relation to you. He pulled you into a tight embrace. His pride was a wall made of steel, but you burned yourself through the metal and settled down in his heart. All you knew was that he was so much kinder towards you than he gave himself credit for.

“Love, I’ve got no idea what you’re saying.”

“Brauchst a ned. I wü afoch nur so mit dir bleibn. I mechat di für imma so hoitn. Du bist so liab. I hob so vü Scheiße im Militär durchgmocht, oba es wor’s ma ois wert wal i di kennanglernt hob. I darad ois no amoi so mochn. Bitte sei ma ned bes, oba i glab es is gscheita wennst ned wast, wos i grod sog. Du suist mi ned als schwochn Maun sehn. Oba nur damit du’s wast, es gibt kan Menschn auf dera Wöd, den i liaba hob als di. I hoff, dass ma ewig zaumbleibm kennan.”

“Are you being sappy right now?”

But the only response you got was him holding onto you as though you were a beautiful, fleeting memory. Wrapping your arms around him in return, you resigned yourself to your fate. He could so very easily snap you in half, and yet he chose to use his strength to make you feel protected. Indeed, König was a different man with you. You knew him as the anxious colonel that was still capable of leading people. Deadly precise, viciously efficient, always successful. And today he felt as giddy as a child watching its first rainbow, all because he was with you.

“Ich hab dich ganz doll lieb.”

Finally, some words you could understand.

“Love you too, König.”

this one post from @poryphoria has been living rentfree in my head for months. it’s so true. i am so normal about this concept and this theme and this fandom.

alt ending below the cut, based off the project nexus ending. while it’s cool as fuck, i am not sure if it conveys what i wanna convey!! so it’s just here as bonus content

Sometimes I think Dan and Phil are totally platonic besties and then other times I’m convinced they fuck on the daily. I think they do it on purpose and it’s honestly iconic.

kind of the best thing is that they are that and everything in between. you can tell they just like being around each other. they've made content together for 15 years and the large majority of it was done in the strictly platonic sense for their audience. and they were still having so much fun with it. we're in the 'we know you know' era now so we get to see flashes of different dynamics they have, but they absolutely have more we Don't get to see bc they're not for us.

they like each other. stupidly fond of each other. spending time together doesn't feel exhausting. they're best friends and each others' harshest critics while being the biggest hypeman and also safe space.

dnp's relationship with us, their audience, always has been and always will be different than any other content creators. part of it is how they accumulated it, but another part is just the massive history we have with them. they Get us. they Know us. they're silly goofy sarcastic guys who love us and hate us sometimes. theyre grateful but careful too. they like to rile us up, just like they do each other. it's a love language, teasing, and we've shown positive responses to it over the years. i like to say that my relationship with dnp is antagonistic sometimes--cause i know they're pushing my buttons on purpose. and ykw? it's fun! it's fun for us and it's fun for them because they have the control. i know anything they let out is cause they chose to let it out because they Know how we are. so yes they absolutely adore messing with us. we're a funny bunch.

Fuck it Friday

Tagged by @wikiangela. Thank you lovely 🥰

The words are not flowing today, it’s like pulling teeth. Which is getting me all down because I want, no need to finish the angsty part of this fic. But ahhhhh I’m finding it so hard to write certain parts 😩.

Anyway, here’s some Eddie alone with Buck in the hospital room after Chris snuck in to visit (Hen is a good friend and knew Eddie needed a moment so is taking Chris to the gift shop).

Obviously from The Lightning Amnesia Fic because it is constantly consuming my thoughts.

The room falls quiet as Hen closes the door behind her, the only noise the machines keeping Buck alive.

Hesitantly, Eddie steps closer to Buck.

He looks so small right now, so young. There’s a five o’clock shadow painting his jaw and Eddie’s hand twitches, wanting to reach out and run his fingers over it, to feel the coarse hair on his fingertips. Not even two days ago he’d used his tongue to trace that jawline, marveling at all the noises it drew from Buck’s lips.

He moves to the bed and takes a seat on the edge by Buck’s hip. Reaching out, he carefully curls a hand around Buck’s wrist, fingers on his pulse, feeling his heartbeat. The touch, the subtle thump thump thump of Buck’s heart is comforting. A reminder that he is alive.

“Hey sweetheart,” he delicately strokes his thumb along the skin above Buck’s wrist, “you gave us all quite a scare there for a minute. Well, 3 minutes and 17 seconds, but who’s counting?” He huffs at his lame attempt to use humour to lighten the mood, knows that it would’ve received a fond eye roll from Buck. “God I miss you. I miss you so much.”

Eddie abandons Buck’s pulse to take his cold hand in between his own, bringing it up to his lips and placing a kiss to Buck's knuckles. “Don’t leave me, Buck,” he whispers into their hands, “Don’t leave and go where I can’t follow.” His breaths begin to come in short, ragged gasps, tears stinging his eyes like shards of glass. He bows his head to rest upon their clasped hands as the reality of the situation overwhelms him. “I can’t do this without you. I don’t want to do this without you. Please don’t make me”.

He feels like he’s drowning in an ocean of anguish, lost among the waves and current, trying desperately to reach the surface but not knowing which way is up. He wants to break free of the water, to be able to breathe without feeling the hollow ache of not having Buck by his side.

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not to be cheesy on the blog but the fact that one of my posts about dip & pip has over 2600 notes and a few others have close to 1000 is so crazy to me. in the grand scheme of things that’s really not that much but as someone who’s been afraid to openly express my love for certain things out of fear of being considered “weird” it makes me feel so special to have this space. it’s wonderful to be part of this community and i’m so happy i’m here 🫶🏼

for me personally i kind of like the idea that the only time louis and daniel before now was the night of the original interview.

to me the interesting thing about their dynamic (and part of what makes it romantic) is the weird way you can confide in a stranger things you can't tell people who are actually a part of your life - like the contrast between this person not knowing you and all yet somehow you're telling them your darkest secrets, and they're seeing through your bullshit in a way people who know you don't (or maybe do but won't vocalize). and yeah it's a combination of chance and luck, but there's also a genuine connection that makes this stranger the one you choose to talk to out all the other strangers you come across.

and the idea that maybe that moment, that bond, could be so strong it could pick right up many decades later compels me. there's an intimacy to like, a past relationship, obviously, but i think there's also an intimacy that comes from knowing 'i only spoke to this person once but i never stopped thinking about them and maybe they never stopped thinking about me?' but you hooked up once or only had one conversation and you talk yourself down say be realistic because it was so brief and so long ago you, how could you not be blowing this out of proportion, but then you meet again and it hits you all over again like a ton of bricks.

needy - m.o

Another emergency Drabble because he is stuck in my head and I am a lover and delulu ✨❤️ - had this idea stuck in my head all morning at work so this is what I wrote instead of paying attention teehee it’s okay I’m ahead of schedule

Husband!Samu cause oh dear he’d be so good to me cause I said so <3 wc - 448 // unedited as always sorry babes it’ll happen one day i promise // gender neutral (you are called Love! He loves you! So much!) 

It’s early. Too early. The smallest creak in your floorboards woke you up, right when your sleep cycle was nearing its end. How unfortunate. Your bleary eyes barely made out the large red numbers on your alarm clock. 05:30. You internally jumped up for joy. You still had another two hours before you needed to get up. You proceeded to turn your body to find your husband and curl back up for sleep, only to be met with an empty bed. You furrowed your brow, fisting his side of the sheets, confirming what you already knew: he wasn’t there. Through your foggy and sleep-ridden mind, you made your way out of your bedroom, searching for your lover. 

The sky was still cloudy and grey; a blue hue painted your living room in exhaustion and melancholy. Lights were still off, save for the kitchen, where Osamu was making coffee. You shuffled over to him quietly and wrapped your arms around his middle. He flinched, startled, before he settled one of his hands on yours. His tummy rumbled with his laughter. 

“Good morning to you too.” He kissed the back of your hand, turning around to greet you with another to your forehead. “What are y’a doin’ up? You still have some time before y’a need to get ready for work.” 

You whined, burying your face into his chest. He cradled the back of your head and pressed another lingering kiss to the top of your head. “Love? You alright?” 

“Don’t leave yet…” you drawled. He smiled sympathetically at you. He typically didn’t need to go in before 7, unless he was catering. To your misfortune, he had a large party to prepare for today. “Just… need cuddles for a few more minutes…” 

“Awe, what, feeling a bit needy this morning? Need yer big strong man to spoil you a little?” He teased. You sheepishly nodded and his heart melted. Osamu squeezed you closer before picking you up, coffee long forgotten. You wrapped your legs around his waist, grazing your fingers over his recently buzzed undercut, and he carried you over to the couch. He kept you close, rubbing your back, and whispering sweet nothings in your ear. He murmured his devotion for you between planting kisses on your temple and cheeks. You felt sleep overtaking you once more, and you left a kiss on his shoulder. 

“I love you Samu…” you drooled. He smiled, and left a warm trail of kisses up your neck and behind your jaw before whispering, “I love you more.” 

He carried you back to bed and tucked you in, leaving one final kiss on the crown of your head. 

“Sweet dreams, my love.” 

literally cannot believe i got my favorite song of all time in the entire world a second time last night. never in a million years did i dream that i’d be lucky enough to actually hear it again, never in a million years did i dream it would be one of the last songs of the tour but somehow i got lucky enough that it was. somehow the universe was listening and the stars aligned Just right and i got to sing ‘and in the end, i’d do it all again’ with my favorite band on the last night of the tour that healed them all like it healed me. what a time to be alive

Shitty Six of Crows Headcanon

We all know that Kaz is abysmally terrible with flirting.

However, I think that once he and Inej get comfortable enough, he uses nicknames for her her.

“Nezza” is a Kerch-based diminutive of her name that he uses a lot.

He also calls her “beloved” and “darling,” sometimes even “angel” if he’s feeling especially sappy.

i still can't believe crowley just. let himself be led by hand to do a silly fiction inspired dance with aziraphale. like that's actually a thing that happened in good omens and im insane about it

🎉 [ Art from 2022-2023 ] 🎉

Happy Birthday to my most favorite person in the world, the love of my life 🖤

I still can't believe this'll make our 10th year of being best friends and even more I can't believe we get to celebrate our 8th anniversary this summer 💖💕

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You don't have to reply to this, but I am very happy to stumble across a non-problematic Youjo Senki fanpage. 💖

Thank you very much!! I'll continue to do my best!

just out here reminding myself that the core of my belief system is faith in the human story

i love him so much,, i just wanna hold him n tell him how special he is n support him in all his dreams forever :/