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After years I decided to order the blog a little, but since my procrastinating tendencies haven't dimmed it will take a lot of time

link to the masterlist for mobile users! I've been writing since 2k17, I guess you'll see my writing evolving years by years or I hope so LOL

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link to og post

Yesterday someone was complaining that Dick is always wearing clothes in blue or shades of blue and that they wanted to see him in other colours. I agreed

LETTER BEE ART IN 2026???

Literally one of the best manga I've ever read and for which I searched for the artbook all over Akihabara???

Gintoki Sakata:

-Nagging man. “And where is my aftercare?” As if he were the one bent over. Or the one that doesn’t get his face smooched all over while you sing praises on his skin.

-As if you weren’t the one always asking first if he needs anything.

-Gintoki is actually pretty caring in a stable relationship. Even if his first instinct is to complain, because it’s just natural for him, he is ready for your every request.

-Asking for water or a massage is the bare minimum, but Gintoki would really run to a store a few blocks away to get your fave comfort food if asked.

-Sadly, from his mouth only complaints flow. Truly, words that don’t match his gestures.

-Just when you take a nap, Gintoki feels safe enough to kiss the top of your head, soft compliments muttered on top of your head.

Hijikata Toshirou:

-He will be nice just after his 10-minute power nap.

-Hijikata won’t smoke in the room, while he doesn’t care about his health, he doesn’t want the stench in the same room you are in.

-He is really sweet after sex, whispering on your skin words he would be too embarrassed to even mutter in a different setting, blue eyes, liquid love for you.

The context is : Reader was so confident that his next movie was going to be a massive flop that he promised his fans he'd film a nsfw video if it made the box office, low and behold the movie was a huge success and now he has to do it to keep his credibility. incredibly shy about asking that but since he doesn't want to do it with anyone else

Hi!!! Probably you didn’t see the old post but actually mk requests are closed because I have many of them that I still have to start 😭

(Probably I'll have to close all of them soon tbh, due real life obligations)

Only commissions are open in case🙂‍↕️

You chew on your bottom lip, drawing blood out, fingers twitch as you feel every nerve on fire. You're risking your friendship over this silly feeling you have for him.

But it’s not silly, it’s all-consuming, a fire that can’t be quenched. Maybe only a rejection can finally put an end to it. You are ready for the possible venom spitting towards you, to the slurs that could escape his lips and shatter your soul, not only your heart.

But he isn’t like that, you keep telling yourself. Even if rejected, he would never treat you badly. Things would be awkward, and he would distance himself, but he’d never mistreat you.

That’s the only reason why tonight you decided to confess your feelings, ripping the band-aid in a smooth movement.

Gintoki Sakata:

Maybe tonight wasn’t the best one to confess. A flush, entirely due to alcohol, paints Gintoki’s cheeks; his eyes are dulled by the beverage, but his hand is already holding another cup full to the brim with the liquor.

The man next to you doesn’t utter a word, all your muscles contract, one foot already towards the door, as your flight instinct is ready to take over.

You try to utter something, an excuse, but your mouth is so dry that just a little pathetic sound escapes your throat.

At least that catches the white-haired man's attention, the side eyes he gives you, as his lips close on the cup make your body shiver; you feel like a sick mouse in front of a giant cat, ready to be chewed on.

“I-I’ll go.” You squeak, voice wet but strong enough not to make any tears roll down your cheeks.

You turn around, ready to storm out, but you aren’t fast enough, as a strong hand grips your wrist, stopping you in your tracks. You’d recognise that hand among millions, its calluses forged by swordsmanship and its scars blooming like constellations across his palm and fingers.

“Turn around.” Gintoki’s voice slurs a bit, but carries a seriousness you don’t dare to disobey. Your knees tremble, the heart beating so fast you hear it in your ears.

A stronger shiver runs down your spine; there is no trace of the usual “dead fish eyes” of Gintoki. He is beautiful, with his flushed cheeks and wild white hair. “You aren’t joking, right?” His straight nose curls at the base, jaw clenches; your heart goes so fast you fear it will soon give out.

You shake your head, still not able to formulate a phrase. A small ah leaves his lips, his hold on your wrist so strong it starts hurting. You try to break his grip, but to no avail; if anything, he pushes you closer, strengthening his hold on you.

“It hurts, Gin.” You are able to whisper, but loud enough for the man in front of you to hear it. His eyes widen immediately, his hand loosening on your skin, but not breaking the contact.

And then, his thin lips go to your skin, leaving a kiss that barely grazes your wounded skin.“Can we…talk more about this?” His eyes search for yours, red liquid love begging for an affirmative answer; now it’s his voice turn to tremble. “Maybe in a more private place? You choose where.”

You nod, and a smile graces Gintoki’s handsome face.

Hijikata Toshirou:

Maybe confessing in a public place, when Sougo is sitting a few chairs away from you, wasn’t the brightest idea. But you didn’t dare to explain yourself, not when Hijikata’s face is getting redder than fire, choking over his own words and calling you every synonym of idiot that his dictionary can provide.

You bow, excusing yourself and leaving the vice-captain to simmer over his anger. Not a single tear rolled down your cheeks, proud of being able to remain composed over his raw rejection.

You were right about one thing, at least Hijikata never denigrated you.

“Does this seem the right place to you?!” “Are you an idiot!?” “This prank is shit.”

Your mind keeps milling over Hijikata’s words. He seemed more embarrassed over the setting than another man confessing to him. You try to shut down the intrusive thoughts meandering in your mind; Hijikata rejected you, and your friendship ended tonight. Based on his reaction, you’ll have to accept it and move on.

Meanwhile…

“So-” Sougo gets closer to Hijikata, never looking at the black-haired man, red eyes scanning the roads of Edo. “Tomorrow you have to go to the registry office?” The younger man’s voice never faltered, not showing any emotion.

“What are you talking about?” Hijikata’s voice is raspy, still not recovered from all the shouting of before.

“To officially name yourself Hijibaka.” There is no hilarity in his voice.

Hijikata brings a cig to his lips, the click of the lighter echoing in the hallway.

“Your prank was disgusting.” He clicked his tongue before taking a drag from his cig.

“It wasn’t a prank, you decerebrate. Even I have standard-” Sougo’s voice drops, the usual venom spilling from his plump lips. “If he wanted to prank you, I would have never stopped him, but his feelings for you are genuine.”

The younger man steps in front of Hijikata. He jumps, recognizing in those red eyes the seriousness that grace them only when Sougo wants to protect what is precious to him.

“What’s your problem with people who love you?”

Hijikata’s blue eyes widen, teeth biting into the cigarette filter.

“They ran home, probably crying their eyes out for what? A loser who loves him but is too scared to show it? You coward, the only thing you are good at is running away.” Sougo clicks his tongue, turning away, anger seeping from every pore of his skin.

Meanwhile, Hijikata feels like he got thrown an entire bucket of icy water. He takes a longer drag of his cig, smoke burning his throat so harshly he almost coughs.

When Sougo turns back, Hijikata is long gone, just the sound of footsteps loudly echoing in the silent summer night.