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Both are so goooooooood ♡♡♡

brickerbeetle replied to your post “The Cringe Wave tagged by @heresmellslikecanon aaahhh thanks for...”

you've come so far!! ;A; im so proud of u and both soumakos! <3

salviohexiia replied to your post “The Cringe Wave tagged by @heresmellslikecanon aaahhh thanks for...”

your progress is amazing!!! i've always loved your art and now even more so ����

I ... I ended up .... wanting both. <3

- TechNerd!Haruka again, because I can, and because I think you enjoyed that. <3 Glasses, button-up shirts and hoodies, tight pants, messy hair, the whole nine yards. Give him a database to code or crack and he’s yours. For the handful of minutes it takes him, anyway. I imagine he programs the AI in whatever space ship hires him to do the job for whatever voyage they’re on, makes sure all the systems are in check in terms of security and clearance and data. 

- So he gets hired for a voyage newbies-KisuRin are assigned to. They’re best friends with similar dreams; Rin to be involved with or running a voyage for research on the kind of phenomena that resulted in the disappearance/death of his father, and Kisumi to take after his mother by captaining voyages of his own, wherever his heart takes him.

- When they first meet Haruka, Rin’s appalled and Kisumi’s intrigued by his scruffy state of dress and clear lack of respect for superiors. They have a split second to wonder how the hell this guy got hired before they learn that the system they’ve gotta learn how to operate? Yeah, hand-designed by him. Maybe he’s not too shabby after all.

- Slowly but surely, the two of them start to become suspicious of the intentions behind the voyage they’re on. They’re supposed to be researching, but the captain seems like more of a figurehead than anything, and those supporting him seem more than a little sketchy. Cue them both enlisting Haruka for help on figuring out exactly what’s going on; at first he’s hesitant, but when he realizes there’s a chance his own system, his baby, is likely being used for something he doesn’t approve of? Doesn’t result in a happy Haru.

- Haruka kisses Kisumi first, probably just because he won’t stop fucking talking and it was the first thing he thought of that would do the trick. Kisumi is successfully stunned into silence for a handful of minutes, which is handy because they’re in the middle of snooping on a private meeting. Though it leaves Haruka to do all the work setting up the bug; Rin’s left with doing most of the listening hidden away in a room on the other side of the ship since Kisumi’s down for the count. (Although he does spend a good twenty seconds or so wondering what’s got Kisumi so quiet all of a sudden.) When he kisses Rin, it’s in front of Kisumi, on purpose. Neither of them have any idea how to react until Haruka looks at them both, meaningfully, and then it clicks. Rin gets his private kiss later on, after giving Haruka his life story or something else as ridiculously romantic as that.

(- Imagining best friends!KisuRin being thrown into a threesome with the guy they’re both enamored with is fucking hilarious please imagine it with me. I bet Haru likes to watch them make out, because. Pretty. <3 Also lol, turns out KisuRin has feelings for each other they were both kinda hiding away. Happy accidents~)

- Basically this story is military-ish (??) KisuRin teaming up with badass techie Haruka on a mission to take down an evil space voyage. It is full of tropes and I am trash. You can fill in all the dramatic parts, I assume~ 

- “Am I making the right decision by turning on the leading team behind this mission” discourse going on inside Rin’s head. Because he’s waited his whole life for this, hello. Exploding at one point, Kisumi and Haru talking him down.

- At one point Haruka programs the ship to respond to certain commands, but only to his voice. This comes handy in battle scenes---Haru’s alright with hand-to-hand combat, but he likes giving his software commands and watching it take out guys for him. Also, it’s kickass. Meanwhile Kisumi’s darting all over the place, tricking foes into taking each other out, and Rin’s probably got four damn guns out at the same time because he’ll go to an early grave before he does anything halfway.

- Did I mention Kisumi and Rin in uniform. whistles

Ah, SouRin~ Thank you!! ♥

♧:One character playing with the other’s hair

On a bright and sunny afternoon, it was rose-colored and unbelievably vibrant. When it was soaking wet from the pool, it took on more of a merlot-colored hue. Fresh from the shower, only slightly damp, it appeared scarlet. But, in the low light of their shared bedroom, the strands looked crimson as they slid through Sousuke’s fingers.

He was seated on their bed, Rin’s head pillowed in his lap, his husband’s eyes closed as he snoozed. Well, Sousuke thought he was sleeping. Still, he wasn’t startled when Rin spoke.

“Sou, what are you doing?” he asked, dark mahogany lashes fluttering as he opened his eyes to look up at Sousuke, only the tiniest crease in his brow.

Despite aging over the years, neither had matured much and, because of this, Sousuke just smirked, answering with his own question. “What does it feel like I’m doing?” he replied, continuing to comb his fingers through Rin’s crimson locks.

Rin slipped his eyes closed, breathing out harshly through his nose, his brow furrowing. “It feels like you’re playing with my hair.”

“How observant, you are,” Sousuke teased, toying with the strands before sliding both hands into his hair.

“You’d better not try and braid it again,” Rin warned sharply, his eyes still closed.

“Rin…that was one time.”

“I don’t care,” he snapped.

“We were six-”

“Sousuke.” His tone was serious and Sousuke bit back a chuckle.

“Yes, Dear,” he purred and then moved to massage Rin’s scalp, rubbing his fingers in soothing circles. “This okay?”

Rin sighed contentedly, wriggling his shoulders to get into a more comfortable position.

“Lovely.”

Ah, thanks for the ask! I meant to make this super short, but…at least I didn’t go too far~ Also, this turned into the “How many synonyms can I use for red” drabble.

“Are you alright?” Makoto’s brow knitted in concern as he eyed Sousuke’s swelling ankle, regretting his earlier aggression (his head was abnormally clouded today with finals coming up and friend drama escalating, not to mention the twins needed to be watched this evening and he needed to study).

“I was being careless and reckless and is that blood? I’m so so-”“Hey,” Sousuke grabs his wrist and their eyes meet for a moment. Sousuke’s blue irises are wide with concern for the stranger, “It’s fine. ” This was soccer, players get hurt all the time, so why was this boy looking so guilty over a sprained ankle? “Are you?” He asks quietly, conscious of the medics not too far off. He doesn’t want them to overhear if the shaking green eyed defender suddenly starts crying.

“Um, Sousuke? Are you okay?”

Makoto had come back to the apartment from work, his 8-hour shift leaving him exhausted and ready to sleep for the next 10 hours. Instead of heading straight for his room, Makoto stopped in the doorway, confused, and a little worried. 

Right near the entrance of the apartment, Sousuke was sitting on the floor with a partially empty coffee pot in his hand, a metal mixing bowl on top of his head, and papers strewn all over the place.