It's the little things.

[mirrormirrormeme]

Little Together Things Part of the charm of being in a relationship isn't found in the amor, the grand shows and trapping. Contentment can just as easily come from the little things - or even the silly things - about being close to someone. At first, you're either naturally standoffish or wary or you're intent on impressing them and not looking like a total nerd. That's how the "getting to know you" process works, unfortunately. As you get more serious...you may actually get less so? Maybe you'll let them see your dorky humor, your weird laugh, your bizarre hobbies, your bed head. It could end up that the two of you have more fun playing video games together, Netflixing and chilling, baking cookies, or sword fighting (if you're in the olden days, where Netflix and cookies are scarce). And, really, you can't help that their clothes are so comfortable on you. It's a good thing you guys are together. You really did gain a best bud. Character, preferences, etc. You know the drill! Thread. Go forth and kill spiders, share clothes, snuggle together for warmth, play Mario Kart, open jars, bake brownies, hang out on the drawbridge of a castle, slay vampires, whatever you dudes get up to. ♥

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Rey | SW:TFA | OTA

[thesefirststeps]

Haise Sasaki // Tokyo Ghoul : Re

[dualismum]

Saya Masaki | Neon Sign Amber | m/m

[gyaruo]

[ Open to whatever silly activities! The ones suggested by the meme itself are pretty amusing. ]

Sarah Manning || Orphan Black || F/M

[cloneororiginal]

Rey || Star Wars: The Force Awakens || F/M

[talentedscavenger]

serena van der woodsen ( gossip girl )

[vander]

Azumane Asahi | Haikyuu!!

[azuhi]

[closed starter for depend_ability]

[To say that Asahi is prone to stress is to severely understate how tough it can be living in his head sometimes; the smallest things can become blown out of proportion in his mind, to the point where Asahi needs to take a step away from everything in his life and remind himself how to breathe again.

Having Suga helps. It helped back in high school, when Asahi needed a friend who might jokingly judge him but would always, always give him a healthy dose of reality. It helps even more now, having a boyfriend who would go to the ends of the Earth for Asahi's happiness.

Suga is the thought that keeps Asahi's anxiety in check on his way home from work. He sloppily kicks his shoes off in the genkan and manages a weary "Tadaima" as he stumbles in, already looking for Suga's lap.]

[depend_ability]

[ Whenever he's home early he usually finds himself gravitating toward this particular spot on the couch around this time of day, unaware for the most part of the reason why, but content as everything falls into place with the opening of a door and the sound of a lumbering body entering the house. If he's had a day off he'll be reading with a pillow tucked to his side, if he's been working he might have his head tipped back and his eyes faintly shut while he rests his weary head, and sometimes - usually when he's been at school - he'll sit quietly, perfectly happy to let himself get lost in his own thoughts till he hears keys in the lock. But no matter what, if he's home, he'll be there when Asahi walks through the door.

Now, he's curled up with a pillow under his elbow idly browsing social media when he hears the sound of company, and tilts his head back to give Asahi a warm (albeit upside down) smile and a greeting. ] Welcome home. [ He looks like he's been here a while judging from the the empty mug at his side and the warmed jumper he's wearing which definitely does not belong to him.

He stretches out a hand kind of uselessly and wafts it to beckon the other man over to him. ]

Good day?

[azuhi]

[The sight of warm, cozy Suga, lying on the couch where he always is, where he lives in Asahi's mind's eye, is enough to unknot one of the vertebrae of his spine, and that's before he's even close enough to smell Suga's cologne, or feel the juxtaposition of his ice cold fingers and hearth warm chest.

His bag gets dropped aside on the ground between their entry and the sofa, and his jacket follows after, and then Asahi himself sinks to the floor, right at Suga's feet, and lets his head fall into the dip between his lover's lap and stomach. The angle is awkward, almost painful to his neck, but Suga smells like detergent and home. Asahi could almost cry just from relief. Or from the lingering anxiety. Suga's his safe space, and sometimes that means his sweater is a Kleenex. Or Asahi's sweater, in this case.]

Terrible day, [He managed in a small voice.] Something went wrong with the register I was on, and the customer decided it was my fault and said some... stuff. And at the end of my shift the till was short 5000 yen and the new assistant manager accused me of stealing them and I just... fuck...

[The tears did start, symmetrical lines drip-dripping down Asahi's face and onto Suga's clothes. God, he needed Suga's touch more than anything.]

[depend_ability]

[ Suga's expression falls when Asahi crumples into a heap in his lap, concern pulling that little crease at the corner of his mouth while his hands drop almost automatically into the dark tresses of Asahi's hair bundled behind his head but falling loose with the late hour of the day, and even more so as Suga's insistent fingers push through it to find Asahi's scalp. ]

That sounds rough... [ It obviously worked out or he might have been hearing about this over the phone from a holding cell rather than from the horses mouth.. so he doesn't prompt any further, opting instead to distract the other man. His voice is soothing and quiet as his fingers start to rub in slow circles, and he leans a little forward as if to crowd Asahi in his scent and his attention. ] Don't think on it, okay? I brought home dinner, and there's plenty of hot water if you want a shower later.

[azuhi]

[Asahi sniffled a bit pathetically a few times before he more or less regained a healthy stress level. The tears stopped rolling down his face, and he absolutely sank into the feeling of Suga's hands in his hair.]

Mmmm. That sounds nice... [Asahi sighed.] How are you always so put together, Suga? [He sighed again, burrowing deeper into Suga's tummy, and let those delicate, cool fingers tend to his scalp.]

[depend_ability]

Hhhmmmmm..

[ Suga sounds deep in thought, but there's an audible smile in his voice when he continues. Those tears often break his heart to behold despite how used to seeing them he is, but there's something gratifying in seeing them slowly roll to a stop, and better yet in being the one to have stopped them. He wants to kiss the still shimmering lines on Asahi's face, but it can wait. ]

I guess because I have your hair to play with when I get home.

[ He muses softly, carefully nudging the hair-tie undone to free Asahi's hair so he can properly spread his fingertips across the brown whorls. It's so soft, even after being tucked away for a day of laborious retail work in a store that's just a little bit on the uncomfortable side of too warm. Or maybe Suga is biased, who knows. ]

[azuhi]

[Asahi let out a deep, heaving sigh when his hair was pulled free from it's tie by Suga; even just a small gesture like that could relieve so much pressure. And when Suga started running his fingers through it in earnest, pulling the waves and curls apart, Asahi shifted to make himself a little more comfortable.]

Then maybe you should grow your hair out for me to play with it.

Mick Rory/Heatwave | Legends of Tomorrow | OTA

[hottestrogue]

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Re: Mick Rory/Heatwave | Legends of Tomorrow | OTA

[chillestrogue]

"Shit."

It was a rare thing when Leonard Snart curses, and it usually has something to do with him being out of his element.

Here, that's a very literal idea.

Standing in the kitchen of their shared safehouse, Snart wraps his hand around a towel and tries, unsuccessfully, to rescue the burning pizza from inside the oven. He's already ignited a dishrag by accidentally dropping it down into it, where it's now a smoky, undistinguishable heap of nothing.

No one taught him how to cook. He can rob banks no problem, but cooking is an entirely different story.

"Mick." It wasn't a panicked tone, because he didn't panic. But there was that unmistakable noise of come here. now. in the back of his throat.

[hottestrogue]

Rory actually comes running, because he knows that tone and that not-quite panic. He stops a few steps into the kitchen and can't help but laugh. "I should take a picture of this for your sister."

But he comes over, grabbing the towel from Snart's hand and calmly reaches into the oven to fish out both the burnt pizza and the other towel. He tosses that into the sink and pours water over it. "From now on you're banned from the kitchen."

[chillestrogue]

A scowl immediately flies in Rory's direction as he laughs. Maybe objectively, Snart would have found it funny too. Not when it was happening to him.

He crossed his arms over his chest, watching the other rescue the lost food from the fire, gritting his teeth in annoyance at himself. It wasn't that he wasn't dextrous enough to manage to pull it out himself; it was just that he didn't particularly like heat, and with a guy named Heat Wave in the next room over happy to help, why not take advantage of all available resources.

"That's fine by me," He drawled, but lifted one hand to point accusingly at Mick.

"You'll tell my sister nothing. Got it?"

[hottestrogue]

Rory chuckles. "What, you scared she'll never eat your cooking again? I think she's better off that way." Rory nods to the table and fetches a cold beer from the fridge for Snart.

Then he sets about getting a frozen pizza out of the packaging, adding extra cheese and spices and gets it into the oven. That is the downside to laying low, frozen pizza.

"Or what are you going to do, gag me?"

[chillestrogue]

He drops down in the chair next to the table, watching Mick curiously, figuring that at the very least, he's got a partner who can make up where his failings lie.

His thumb rotates over the mouth of the beer bottle, before he glances up, smirking at the question.

"Don't tempt me." Snart replies, before taking a drink.

He stretches out, never one to sit up straight in chairs, and begins the long, agonizing stare back at the oven timer.

"Normally I'd prefer banks over grocery stores, but in times like these...."

[hottestrogue]

"You'd have to tie me down to gag me and that hasn't happened yet, Len." Mick grins at him. "You that desperate? You could ask your sister to come over with food."

Natsumi Hikari - Kamen Rider Decade - OTA

[summerorange]

Kiriko Shijima - Kamen Rider Drive - OTA

[drivesshotgun]

Right - Ressha Sentai ToQger - OTA

[lunchleader]

Agent Percival | Kingsman: The Secret Service

[grailknight]

Peter Parker/Spider-Man | Marvel 1610 (Ultimate Spider-Man) | OTA

[nerdylilspidey]