Where all possibilities met

Independent Canon & OC Multimuse. Selective and Multiship friendly.

[melemeleguardian]

"Oh, want to be known more as a battler than an entertainer? Hehe, yeah, I guess when you're the champion, you want to be known as a good battler first."

Ah, a true warrior through and through. Heh, then again, you kind of have to be when you were training at Mustard's Island. After all, that was where the Kubfu reside. Training to be the best is kind of that Island's thing.

Still, it was hard to think that Leon didn't think of himself as an entertainer, considering how showy he could be. Well, at least that's what Koko thought when he watched some of Leon's battle videos. Not to mention Galar was probably the place where Battling was seen as entertainment the most.

Of course, before Koko could ask this, he heard footsteps. Yeah, looks like that was Hala, and some others had finally arrived. Looking in his direction, the deity saw that Hala had paused, probably to give him time to wrap things up.

"Ah, sorry. Looks like our time is up. Shame, I really wanted to see what you could do. We should definitely meet up again if you have the time, though."

[brcidablik]

"I know people from other regions look at Galar and how we run our League compared to their own and see us as oddballs since we stand out differently."

The way their league was set up, how they had major and minor leagues and didn't have an elite four. They were definitely the odd ones out, but... that was how Galar was ran. But.... Leon itched and craved being more than a simple entertainer for the people. Sure, he showcased his battling skills, yet no one took Leon seriously beyond being the undefeated champion.

But.... Leon wanted to be seen as a battler. Someone who still had room to grow, to battle against stronger trainers. To see how far he could reach beyond the now.

"But... yeah, I want to be seen as something other than an entertainer." It... felt nice, being able to say that out loud.

However, his mind switched over towards the sound of footsteps. A deep sigh passes through his lips, standing up and straightens his posture.

"Looks like it," Leon smiled tiredly, yet sincerely. "I'd like that. Hopefully, we can meet up again later. Until then, see ya."

[brcidablik]

“No where to run. But you didn’t want to escape, did you?” Ichigo

Back to the Wall | @jeagerjaquez - Accepting

Ichigo's back pinned to the wall, but rather than being frightened or even on the defensive, the smirk grew. "You took the words right out of my mouth," he says and grabs onto Grimmjow's collar pulling the Arrancar closer.

"So," he continues with a leer. "Are you going to stand there or... are you waiting for an invitation?"

[grimmjxw-jaegerjaquez]

"I wouldn't mind takin a look at yer place. If ya really want me ta help ya out. Might even offer ta paint it fer ya." Grimmjow liked that he was able to express more than just his destruction. Creating things was something else entirely. He knew it was the opposite of his embodiment but that didn't mean shit. Especially since those were assigned just like their numbers. Sure, he was a really good embodiment of destruction, that wasn't all he was. Just like blue wasn't his entire personality.

He shrugged. "Why not? Ain't like I know anyone else around here I can trust ta not wreck my shit." His place was nice and decorated as he saw fit since he owned it, it wasn't a rental apartment but more like a penthouse condo. So he could decorate and paint it to his specifications without issue. The fact that he trusted Ichigo might surprise the redhead but since he'd been staying in Karakura the only one who really talked to him at all was Ichigo himself.

"I dunno if my place is really an apartment, since from what I understand ya humans don't own apartments but rent 'em. I own my place." He'd happily show Ichigo around the condo, actually, there were even extra rooms he wasn't using for anything. One was set up as an office with a fancy expensive gaming computer in it. So sue him, he liked playing video games. "I pay my bills automatically, just in case I ain't in Karakura when they need ta be paid. It's on auto-debit." The only thing he'd had help with getting set up was his bank account. But it wasn't Kisuke who helped him, it was Yoruichi.

"Ya can pay me back by hangin' out with me I ain't gonna take yer fuckin' money. Ya have yer own bills an' shit ta worry about. Ya need it fer that." Ichigo was still living as a human despite being anything but, that was his choice, and he wasn't going to judge him for it. His apartment was safe. Ichigo could stay there as often as he wanted to just to escape from everything. And the Arrancar would be there should he not be busy dealing with stuff in Hueco Mundo.

"Fuck no, I don't deal with the shady hat. He still fuckin' owes me fer somethin' I did fer him. Especially since I went well beyond what I was supposed ta do." Not because he wanted to but because he had to. Kisuke was aware of that. Or most of it. Nelliel had told him more than likely, she was the one who helped drag Kisuke's unconscious ass out of the poison bubble. He'd been dragging the blond out himself, but was struggling due to the strength of the poison, he helped her get Yoruichi and the little Yoruichi out of the bubble too. Nelliel had then helped get all of them, and herself medical help before the two Arrancar left to rescue their queen.

He snorted. "Yeah, how ya think Aizen was gettin' his fancy biscuits an' shit? He had human money and would send Gin ta buy everythin'. Snacks, various other stuff none of us Espada got ta touch or try." He did know that Lilynette was give candy and other sweet things. Mostly as a means to stop her from wrecking the halls of Las Noches with paint or other things she was snuck in by Gin. "There was this one thin' he let us all sample, some kinda cake, it was pretty fuckin' good. Had coffee flavorin' an' somethin' sweet yet crunchy on top."

"Ta be honest, if ya wind up wantin' ta stay at my place on a more permanent basis somewhere down tha line just let me know. I'll even help ya move in. I've got space. Yer gonna see that when I give ya a tour." Ichigo would also see his collection of cds and records. Yes, actual physical records of music. He even had a record player he fixed up to play them on. The two of them seemed to only have one another in Karakura. Ichigo had moved out of his family home, his friends had all abandoned him, and the Arrancar was the only one who seemed to talk to him. For the Hollow, Ichigo was the only person who even bothered to talk to him aside from Yoruichi, and she wasn't always able to do so.

[brcidablik]

".... Honestly, I thought that Aizen was some megalomaniac with expensive tastes and, I don't know, used his reiatsu or some shit to get what he wanted to make himself look good and all that." It never crossed Ichigo's mind that Aizen immersed himself in the Living World and gained real money, using it for his plans and building his palace within Hueco Mundo. The thought of Aizen pulling something like that off felt... weird.

And who spent time thinking and figuring out where exactly Aizen got his shit anyway? Ichigo only cared about kicking the man's ass for everything he pulled and the people he tormented. But now that Grimmjow brought that up, Ichigo did wonder how exactly Aizen managed to build something like that in the first place or how he got the designs for the palace; initially, Gin and Tosen aided in its construction, which made sense at the time, but now? Now it started bugging Ichigo.

Aizen using it for his food? Okay, fine, Ichigo could see that. AIzen using Gin as his errand boy? That absolutely checked the boxes.

"Honestly, if you could take a look at it and give your opinion, that would be great. I never really had much time between getting the rent on my place, moving out and moving into school and work. Never really got around to giving it a paint job." It felt non-stop and not like anyone other than Grimmjow, plus his sisters and goatface bothered coming to visit him.

Ichigo blinks in surprise. "Wait, so, you own your own apartment? That's... damn. I rent my place," which meant that Grimmjow didn't have to deal with some hardass landlord trying to squeeze money out of people as much as possible. Thankfully made enough without having to worry, but more often than not, landlords were disgustingly greedy and not trustworthy.

"... It's Urahara," Ichigo says grimly, while the man provided aid when he and his friends first started out and even now. But quickly learned that strings were always attached in some form that one never truly saw coming until Urahara came to collect. It put him on edge whenever forced to turn to the shopkeeper, Ichigo made sure to stay on his toes around him. "More likely than not, he's waiting for you to approach him, but..." his fingers to his chin, a frown appeared.

... Maybe Ichigo overthought things, but the fact Urahara didn't bother stopping by and giving Grimmjow what Urahara owed him... he didn't like the way his mind started racing.

Ichigo stops and brain breaks. "... Wait..." he felt his face burning, not in a bad way. His eyes moved slightly, and his body language felt... awkward. "Are you asking me to move in with you?" His tone felt softer and gentler. " I-I mean.... if you did help me move and all... I wouldn't be complaining."

[brcidablik]

"Come on, Kurosaki, doncha bitch out on me now. Yer the one who asked for this." Grimmjow was standing up still, slightly bloody and there was a tear under the knee on his right leg, but nothing major. Most of the blood on him was Ichigo's. He was trying to help keep the Soul Reaper in shape, but it seemed the more the guy played human, the slower his reflexes got. "Seriously, yer like a fuckin' grandpa, and I don't even know what those are." It was just something he'd overheard while watching humans mill about their days once.

"Get up, back on yer fuckin' feet. I'm sure Zangetsu ain't too fond on ya usin' him like a fuckin' crutch." for ichigo from grimmjow

That shot a rush of adrenaline through his system, immediately pushing him off the ground, ignoring the spills of blood that dripped straight onto the floor, and he gave a harsh glare. "Shut the fuck up, Grimmjow," he snarls, there's no real bite to his words, but the level of frustration is real.

"And fuck you too, I'm not some geriatric!" That was insult which made him bristle with fury and growl, holding up his Zanpaktou, feet planted firmly on the ground. "I'm going to kick your ass after that, and hang you on a goddamn mantle!"

Not really, but he'd still kick Grimmjow's ass.

@musaeaeternae

[grimmjxw-jaegerjaquez]

"Of course it is, I ain't gonna cheap out on comfort now that I can fuckin' have it." Grimmjow shook his head with a small chuckle. Ichigo was being kind of cute but he wasn't in the mood to get punched if he said that out loud. Hueco Mundo was a desert of nothingness, as Ichigo was very aware. While there were very small creatures, Hollow lizards, there wasn't much else out there. Most Hollows that weren't roaming the sands stuck around the Menos Forest.

"Nah, human made stuff doesn't. It's gotta be infused with reishi pretty sure. Ain't like I'm a Shinigami either so I wouldn't know." He knew that alcohol and stuff affected Kisuke and Yoruichi and they were both Shinigami. So there had to be something added to the drinks to make it happen, right? "I dunno, ya might still get sacked tha fuck out even if ya have a second cup." If Ichigo was really tired from the night before, well, he'd likely still fall back to sleep even if he had a second cup of coffee.

Alcohol tasted fine to him but he'd not felt anything from it. "I haven't tried any pop so I dunno. Alcohol tastes pretty good but it didn't affect me when I drank some before." He hadn't drank with Kisuke and Yoruichi, he also didn't plan to do so. Those two were menaces when they were drinking together and he wasn't going to deal with that nonsense. "I think breakfast is a good fuckin' idea myself. As fer if I need help, yer welcome ta help if ya wanna." The Arrancar didn't really need any help but if Ichigo really wanted to help he could.

"Ya look like yer thinkin' too fuckin' hard." If Ichigo had any questions he could just as easily ask him. It's not like he was keeping anything hidden. He got his money from Hueco Mundo since he was the only one who wanted to stay in the world of the living. He liked the sunlight and every comfort he'd discovered since he first visited without coming here to fight. Aizen had had a bunch of human world currency to spend for the snacks and other things that he bought for himself in Las Noches.

"I wouldn't mind a shower with ya, I was more surprised that ya said ya wanted to do that." He'd genuinely thought that Ichigo had regretted the night before. But he was pretty glad he was wrong. The Shinigami was simply tired. Which, he felt was to be expected given the activities they'd gotten up to. "Fuckin' course I am. After last night it'd be fuckin' stupid if I wasn't." While he'd never shared a shower with someone before he couldn't see it being bad.

Seeing Ichigo's face turning red almost made the Arrancar chuckle or even snort. He didn't, which was probably a good thing, but he was watching with interest. He knew that people's faces got red for various reasons and he knew that this reason wouldn't be something like anger.

"Showerin' together is gonna be new fer me but I think I understand what ta do." Such as help Ichigo wash his back and things along those lines. Or maybe help him wash his hair? Whatever, he'd figure it out as he went.

[brcidablik]

That made sense to Ichigo.

Whenever he was in his Shinigami form, any living foods or beverages that he consumed had no effect on him. Alcohol only worked when he was in his living body, but even then, it took a long while before Ichigo could even achieve being drunk. Even then, there was absolutely no guarantee that it would ever happen.

He often thought about checking in with Urahara about it or even Yoruichi, but given everything. Ichigo decided that tidbit of information would be kept to himself.

For now. Unless that somehow became a problem down the line, which was doubtful.

It never bothered Ichigo anyway, so why bother bringing it up?

"Eh, well, since you're offering to cook breakfast, thought I should at least offer to help. I'm a whiz in the kitchen, but I'm not going to say no to being treated." His eyes gleamed brightly with amusement; the thought of the two cooking together in the kitchen was... a rather romantic image playing within his head. One that he found himself enjoying.

That said, Ichigo was practically naked beneath the blankets and somehow doubted that Grimmjow would appreciate him cooking breakfast like this. That or Grimmjow would thoroughly enjoy it, and no breakfast would get made.

Either way, kinda a win-win in that regard.

Ichigo felt his eye twitch slightly. "Why is that so surprising? I don't always have a stick up my ass. I want to be treated romantically and be pampered every now and again, too, you know!" Why was it so hard to believe that he wasn't a complete hardass 100% of the time?

"Asshole," Ichigo snorts, hearing the chuckle from Grimmjow, but no heat came behind his words. Instead, there was a layer of fondness, pushing himself off of the bed, allowing the blankets to drop to the ground, revealing Ichigo's body. He pressed against Grimmjow with his arms around his neck.

He snatches a very quick, small kiss. "So are you going to stand here all day and banter, or are we going to make breakfast together before indulging in a shared shower? I have no problem throwing down just to get things moving, Grimm."

[loisnclark]

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[musaeaeternae]

Considering they were at the beach, in public, surrounded by a lot of other people. It was a good thing that Norman kept his comment to himself. Kensei could tell there was something on his boyfriend's mind but he didn't feel like questioning him at the moment. Mostly because the slight tinge of red sort of gave away that it might be something a tad perverted.

"We can swim first, maybe some of our friends will show up and we can make teams for the volleyball game." He was very competitive, but so were a few of their friends. It was actually hilarious sometimes, just how competitive they got with one another. Such as eating contests. One of their friends was damn good at packing food away and staying slim. It was kind of unfair, really.

Since the weather was so nice he had a feeling a few of their friends might show up at some point. The sun was shining and it was warm but not overly hot. There were some fluffy white clouds in the sky. Plenty of people were at the beach but he didn't recognize any of them. Given the amount of friends they had, a volleyball game would be fun, and probably a bit chaotic.

"Teaching you how to surf won't be hard. You could always ride a few waves with me, and I could help you balance so you can learn." Surfing wasn't too difficult, but it required good balance. Something he had a feeling Norman had. "We can do stuff in any order. Maybe after a good swim we can grab something cold to drink."

[brcidablik]

"A swim sounds wonderful."

The thought of being in the water calmed him thoughts and the anxieties running within, plus being able to enjoy a nice dip in the pool with Kensei was bound to be enjoyable. The two of them together enjoying each others company and perhaps doing a few laps for exercise, losening their muscles and preparing for the potential volleyball game.

There was a snort of laughter. The competitive nature of Kensei and their friends was well known... even Norman had hown competitive nature, ensuring that it was kept in check. But there was nothing wrong with wanting to win. Knowing who'd possible come... the stakes of losing would be high... and embarassing.

The gentle breeze brushes up against Norman's expose body, sending a shiver down his spine while the rays of the sun shined down. It was a gorgeous day and everyone around werer having fun, enjoying the day without a care.

Norman found himself smiling, eyes dancing. "I'll have to make sure to meet your expectations, but I'm sure I'll have a wonderful teacher to teach me," he teases warmly.

"... I wouldn't mind have a cold drink afterwards, and grabing a bite to eat. Volleyball is going to take a lot out of us."

[brcidablik]

Zoro isn't hear things.

He doesn't want to hear this.

Mihawk what the hell did you let Perona teach you!?

[musaeaeternae]

Kensei was thorough when applying the suncream to Norman's back, he had to make sure all of the skin was covered so his boyfriend didn't get sunburnt. "Good, glad to know I wasn't too rough with the application." He knew there was a chance he could have been given how hard he tended to touch things more often than not. "I got some of the after-sun gel and creams too, can help you put them off if needed later."

His manner of speaking was still fairly gruff but that was just how he was. He'd always been like that from what his friends told him. Or, old friends? Whatever, they were still friends in his eyes even if they hardly spoke and shot the shit together. They did sometimes catch up with Kisuke and drink themselves stupid. That was pretty rare these days though. Last time was a few months back.

His back likely had some pretty toned muscles, rather defined, from how he fought. His arms were also thick and toned, his whole body was, really. There was the V-taper, the Adonis lines, and all the other very visible muscles on his body. Both front and back. He would let out a few groans, not many, but some as Norman worked on his back. Getting the cream into his skin. The stuff dried quickly so that was no problem. It was also not greasy and smelt good. Kind of like pineapple or coconut. Something fruity.

"We could go for a swim or surf, or something like that. Or maybe play some volleyball?" He was pretty active so Norman should have expected things like that to be what he offered. Lazing about was fine too but he was in the mood to get some exercise in.

[brcidablik]

"N-no, no. It was just a right amount of rough." It took considerable willpower and control for Norman not to say that he would have liked it even more if Kensei had been a bit rougher, but that was something reserved for private. There was a tingle of embarrassment crossing his face, coughing into his hand while composing himself.

Norman's own body, despite the baggy clothes that he often wore prior Kensei, was fairly muscular himself. Toned and focused. Years of dedicated discpline and focus put into sculpting his body through training and with his Pokemon, balancing himself mentally, physically and spiritually, studying kinesiology and working as a physiotherapist before becoming a gym leader helped a great deal in understanding the body and muscles.

The groans that came from Kensei while slathering the lotion made his face burn, feeling the tingle of arousment trail down his body and swallowed thickly.

It was...

Definitely a new for him.

"I'd love to swim and play some volleyball," Norman nods with a smile, eyes glinting with excitement. Being active and exercise was something the two shared together as a couple. "I don't know how to surf, but... I'd like to learn. You might be to be a bit patient with me."

[velliememes]

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[poohsources]

🐝  *  ―  𝑴𝑶𝑹𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑨𝑭𝑻𝑬𝑹 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺. (  some might be a bit suggestive.  )

❛  careful, or we're never getting out of this bed.  ❜

❛  you're making it very hard to leave.  ❜

❛  who said i wanted this to just be a casual one-time thing?  ❜

❛  you looked peaceful, so i didn't want to wake you just yet.  ❜

❛  don't get up yet.  ❜

❛  sorry, i didn't mean to fall asleep on you after.  ❜

❛  we should probably talk about what happened.  ❜

❛  can we not ruin this by talking yet?  ❜

❛  i could get used to waking up like this.  ❜

❛  i thought you'd be gone before i woke up.  ❜

❛  don't look at me like that unless you want a round two.  ❜

❛  you're trouble first thing in the morning.  ❜

❛  no need to act shy now, I saw more than that last night.  ❜

❛  you're blushing again.  ❜

❛  i think the neighbors may have heard us.  ❜

❛  it's only awkward if you make it awkward.  ❜

❛  i don't know what's gotten into me last night; i don't usually do this.  ❜

❛  i should probably go now ... unless you want me to stay.  ❜

❛  please don't say this was a mistake.  ❜

❛  we crossed a line last night.  ❜

❛  well, i guess this does complicate things.  ❜

❛  i don't want to pretend this didn't happen.  ❜

❛  are you sore?  ❜

❛  i think my shirt is still somewhere in the hallway.  ❜

❛  how did your clothes end up over there?  ❜

❛  i remember you were very eager to get them off.  ❜

❛  i think i have some scratches on my back.  ❜

❛  i got worried when i woke up, and you weren't there anymore.  ❜

❛  i don't want this to be just one night.  ❜

❛  please tell me you don't regret it.  ❜

❛  last night meant something to me.  ❜

❛  this changes everything, doesn't it?  ❜

❛  were you trying to leave without saying goodbye?  ❜

❛  like you even remember what happened last night ...  ❜

❛  you might want to cover that before anyone sees.  ❜

❛  i didn't hear you complaining last night.  ❜

❛  i liked seeing that side of you.  ❜

❛  you took care of me last night. let me return the favor.  ❜

❛  i think i'm in trouble because i want this again.  ❜

❛  i wanted you last night, and i still want you today.  ❜

[kisumshi]

Aizawa's expression flattens at the mention of being exiled from the staffroom.

"It was a temporary ban." He leaves the statement deliberately vague, letting know it all over here think what he wants about that particular incident.

"It isn't Midoriya, he overthinks but asks for help when he needs it. So does Yaoyorozu, though she does put too much pressure on herself."

"It's Aoyama...I can't point to one specific incident." His brow furrows faintly, a sure sign he's been turning the matter over in hiscmind for some time. "That's part of the problem."

He drops his gaze for a moment of reflexion.

"I've caught him staring off more than once, like he's somewhere else entirely. I don't have evidence that anything is wrong, just instinct."

But Aizawa would rather be wrong and waste an hour of the other man's time than ignore the clear shift in his student's comportment just because he doesn't have tangible proof. "I'd like him to talk to someon, before whatever it is grows into something bigger."

[brcidablik]

Aoyama?

Liam leaned against his chair, eyes narrowing slightly at the mention of the student.

Something in the corner of his brain nagged slightly that it wasn't uncommon for UA to accept students from overseas to strengthen ties with neighbouring countries and diplomatic ties. It helped foster unity and cooperation between heroes across the world, in case a global crisis ever occurred.

Aoyama wasn't a late accept, but not an early one either.

"I'm going to assume you haven't reached out to his parents?" Liam did not want to immediately jump to conclusions that something was wrong at home, but... it was a possibility that needed to be observed and looked into.

"Is there anything regarding his behaviour that you've noticed? Changes in diet, reactions, participation in class... how he is with other students?"

The subject of Midoriya and Yaoyorozu was an entirely different case altogether, which Aizawa and he were going to discuss at a later date.

[brcidablik]

“You make me want things I never wanted before.” Biggums to Zack

─ ⋆⋅𖤓⋅⋆ Love confession starters | @ofdraiocht - Accepting!

"Is that such a bad thing?"

Zack smiles with his fingers steadily and slowly intertwining with Biggs, while sitting at the table and carefully enclosing them in his hand. "You make me think the same thing," he continues warmly, his mako-filled eyes glowing gently.

"Guess we're on the same wavelength. Guess I shouldn't be too surprised by that."

His head tilts. "I guess the question is... where are we to start?"

[jeagerjaquez]

Truthfully, Grimmjow hadn't known what to expect going into the initial kiss. Or, coming out of it. He hadn't really thought that Kurosaki would react as he had. Just what had the arrancar expected? "You think I am? Touchy-feely isn't exactly in the arrancar dictionary, Kurosaki." He was being only slightly sarcastic, Kurosaki had grown up human, how did he not know those sorts of things?

Maybe he was shy?

Selfishness was an innate trait that more than hollows shared. It was selfishness that had driven him to kiss Ichigo even while not knowing what to expect afterward. "Che." The scoff had no heat behind it, nor did he try looking away from Kurosaki, who was still holding onto his jacket. Which in turn kept him close. "You're puttin' a lot of the blame on me, when I'm not even human." Was he expected to know things because of Aizen? That bastard hadn't taught any of them anything about humans or humanity, nor had he really explained much about shinigami.

At least, nothing more than how most were the enemies of all hollows. As if he was any better than an enemy with how he treated them all. Even the ones who were his Espada. "I do know you. You're right about that but like I said before, you were the one givin' me all sorts of mixed signals." Reading between the lines even got confusing with how many different signals he'd dealt with. There were times where he thought Kurosaki was going to do something, only for him to do something else entirely. That wasn't on him. That was on the shinigami. That's how that worked.

"Not sure how I can pull off takin' you on a date when most humans can't even see me. I don't exactly have one of those weird flesh suits." He also wasn't too keen on dealing with the shitty hat. That man was shady and shifty and would probably ask for all sorts of experiments, or blood tests and who knew what else. He wasn't dealing with all of that. "Isn't romancin' that mushy stuff?" As if kissing wasn't mushy to one extent or another.

His brows knit tighter as he pressed his lips thin. He was clearly thinking about what was said. "Showerin', bathin', and the cuddlin' in bed can be done easily enough, but tryin' to figure out how to take you on a date is gonna be hard." Like he'd previously mentioned, hardly any humans could see him, and he didn't have a gigai. "Unless somethin' at my place or yours would work?" The whole premise behind a date wasn't the location, was it? Being pulled into another kiss stopped him from thinking much more.

Wait, Kurosaki wanted this?

He didn't even have any sort of argument ready. Not that he really could, when he'd heard that whenever Kurosaki wanted something, he tended to figure out how to get it. "Can't make you any promises that it'll be right, right outta the gate or nothin', but if you're sure it's me you want to be datin', I'm willin' to try."

[brcidablik]

"Fuck, I know, I know, okay!" Ichigo ran his fingers through his orange locks hurriedly and scowled at himself. That had been such a stupid thing to say, given that Grimmjow was right to point out that Arrcancar's were not the most affectionate and.... Ichigo should have taken the initiative rather than simply leaving everything to Grimmjow; that wasn't fair.

And it wasn't like Ichigo had been obvious about what he was trying to convey either. Touchy feelings were not his forte. He'd never been particularly good at it. Ichigo could never get the words quite right; his pride wouldn't allow it, and even then, actions spoke louder than words, right?

Goddamn it. He was such a dumbass.

Ichigo shakes his head. "Yeah, that was stupid. It isn't your fault," he admits. "Just... thought I was being obvious and that you'd take the hints. Guess I'm pretty stupid, huh? Didn't mean to be giving you mixed signals."

Not like he knew how to flirt. Ichigo never really paid attention to that thing, except when reading. Because at least that made sense! But real-life flirting? That is an entirely different ballgame.

"Just..."

Ichigo sighs.

"We need to work on communicating," he murmurs.

It took all of Icigo's willpower not to snort. Flesh suit, okay that was kinda funny," he admits internally. And it wasn't like Grimmjow didn't bring up a good point. People couldn't see Grimmjow. And wasn't like they were normal. Dates were probably off the table. That didn't stop the want for one.

"It is," Ichigo answers with a short nod. "I don't know. Just... having dinner together or like going places together would be fun. It's just us spending time together and enjoying it together with each other."

Did he explain dates right? Spirit King Ichigo hoped so.

"My place or yours could work." Although a romantic walk somewhere or even something simple would be nice. "I could work for you or you could cook for me, we could... cuddle on the couch and watch a movie, or whatever we choose to do."

... Man that sounded way better in his head.

"Of course it is!" Ichigo says. "I want to be with you. That's what I've been trying to tell you!" He practically grabs and plants a kiss on Grimmjow's lips, quick yet wantonly. "So. Shut up and agree, damn it!"

[brcidablik]

✘ Sidney, who's your favorite sibling?

My muse has to tell nothing but the truth for 10 asks | @chaserainbows - Accepting! 1/10 Sidney!

"Since I'm the biggest and oldest and coolest big brother around, I'm gonna have to say my little sister is my favourite."

Was that cheating?

It was absolutely cheating on all fronts.

Did Sidney care?

Absolutely not.

[brcidablik]

❛ if you called just to get off on my voice, i’m hanging up. ❜ Aizawa to Liam

&. 𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 | @kisumshi - Accepting!

"You're the one that called me."

Liam leans in his chair, phone against his hair, and pinched the bridge of his nose.

Taking a breath and gathering his thoughts, wondering why exactly the man was calling him. "Either something has gone on, or you're just that bored. So which one is it?"

[musaeaeternae]

"It's suncream, you need it to protect your skin from the sun. It needs to be reapplied every few hours to remain effective." Kensei wasn't as sensitive as some others to the sun himself but he understood the need to protect skin from being damaged. Sunburns were rather painful after all. He straddled his boyfriend's ass and began applying the cream. It didn't stink like most brands did, in fact, it smelt almost like tropical fruit. The taller man tended to spend a lot on his suncream.

His calloused hands would work the cream into the skin and he'd watch as the skin went from shiny to matte as it soaked in. He made sure to get all the areas that Norman wouldn't be able to reach on his own. "There, I'm done." The container of cream would be set next to Norman withe the lid screwed back on. He'd then get up so Norman wouldn't turn even more red from the position they were just in.

"See, it's not so bad, right?" Maybe for him, for Norman it might have been a whole new experience for all he knew. Some people never cared enough to help others apply the suncream or sun protection in any way. Leading others to get sunburns. "You can get my back if you want."

[brcidablik]

"I mean, I know that." Norman was a parent, after all; he'd reminded his own children, to the day the Miltanks came home, that sunscreen was important and needed to be reapplied every so often, and having it turned against him took Norman for a spin. Lying on the towel, he felt Kensei park himself behind him, his face burning brightly, feeling his boyfriend's hands all over him, massaging his muscles while applying the sunscreen.

Norman bit his hand to stop himself from making any noises, the feeling of Kensei's hands pressing against his body, applying the lotion while feeling the man sitting on his ass and... pressing into it.... he felt the blood rush all over his body. He had never been treated like this before... it was...

Wonderful.

His face flamed brightly. "I-it was good," he nods, glancing at Kensei with a smile. "Erm... y-yeah I can do that." Carefully placing himself in the exact same position as Kensei did prior, he swallows thickly while squirting the lotion into his hands before pressing them on Kensei's back.

Carefully and slowly taking his time applying the lotion all over Kensei's body, ensuring no space untouched or forgotten, rotating his hands and pressing his palms helped to loosen the knots in his boyfriend's body and aided him in relaxation.

"There we go, done," Norman gave a tiny smile. "All done. Now that's out of the way, what did you want to do now?"