#AND RESPECTFULLLL

[my-name-is-jefferooni]

(fucking keels over and dies because yes he is Shado but cooler)

Shado but cooler

[kawaiialeisha]

My birthday is coming up on the 23rd and I made a little whiteboard for you guys to leave stuff in for me to look at on my bday :D

Please no NSFW and all that!

I'll return on my bday to probably draw on here ^^

[antxnous]

love when ppl walk into my room when I tell them not to bc I have forensics work up on my computer, then they see the remains on the screen and go “ew”. I really do love that. Really my favourite part of everything ever always.

[huxhsz]

🍎 ⊹ ࣪ ˖ the most optimal way to hug

— synopsis: it's too hot, but you want to keep hugging caleb. luckily, you know the most optimal way to hug.

— note/s: literal na lutong-luto na ako. para akong nilagay sa kalan tapos tinakpan ng takip. di na nga air fryer to bro sunog-levels na. i JUST stepped outside for five minutes and i swear i felt my soul leaving my body. yung electric fan? useless. parang lang siyang sinampal ako ng mainit na hangin. "oh gusto mo ba ng hangin? o eto, lasang impyerno!!" braah ang init talaga gr LIKE BRO. I STEPPED on this innocent-looking banig sa sementeryo as in, "oh wow, ganda ng view, tahimik dito, imissyoulolo" TAPOS BIGLANG BLAZING CIRCLE OF PAIN. BAKIT PARANG I NAPAKO SA KRUS NG KALDERETA??? barefoot ako syempre respectfullll. tapos BOOM. pag-apak ko, kinuyog ako ng init. hindi ako nakiramay AKO 'yung nilibing. pinadala ako ni banig sa kabilang buhay. BRO I LOOKED AT THE SKY LIKE "lord, si lolo po yung dinalaw ko, bakit ako yung sinusundo?" and syempre, pinilit kong hindi mag-react in front of my fam like, "hmm yes, solemn moment, deep thoughts" rest in peace sa talampakan ko. kasama ka na kay lolo.

the room is quiet, the kind of quiet that feels deep and comfortable, like everything is perfectly in place. the air conditioning hums softly in the corner, providing a steady coolness that contrasts with the warmth of the blankets. you roll onto your side, eyes squinting at the ceiling as you try to get comfortable. the heat from the covers is way too much. you can feel your body starting to overheat, but you’re not quite ready to let go of the cocoon of warmth either.

caleb's already in his own little world next to you. his back is to you, his chest rising and falling in slow, rhythmic breaths. the dim glow from the nightlight illuminates his silhouette. his arm is thrown across his face, shielding his eyes from the soft light.

you lie there, thinking about it for a moment. you really do want to cuddle—just not the typical way. you need to be close, but you can’t handle the heat of your arms all tangled up with his. it’s like having a personal heater shoved right into your side.

so, without much thought, you turn to face him, adjusting the blanket and maneuvering to settle your legs around his body, one leg draping over his waist, the other over his thigh. it's a bit of a sideways hug, your legs winding around him like a gentle vine. you nestle your head into the pillow, satisfied with your makeshift solution.

you can’t help but feel a little pleased with yourself. this is perfect. cold, but still hugging.

you hear caleb shift, and you peek up at him through half-lidded eyes, watching as he slowly pulls his arm from his face, blinking sleepily at your creative, chilly embrace.

“...are you wrestling me in your sleep?” his voice is rough with sleep, a little groggy but still playful.

you don’t answer at first, instead squirming closer, adjusting your legs to get even more comfortable. “nope. not wrestling. hugging. with my legs.”

caleb stares at you for a moment, the corner of his lips twitching. “that’s… not how hugging works.”

you giggle sleepily, the sound almost drowning in the softness of the room. “it does now. arms are too hot. legs are more efficient.”

he lifts his head a little more, watching you with amusement as he takes in your ridiculous but endearing position. “you’re strange, you know that?” he mutters, still with a smile in his voice.

“i’m cool.” you roll your eyes dramatically. “i’m hugging you with my legs because i’m too hot for a regular hug.”

he snorts, trying to hold back a laugh, but he can’t stop it. the warmth in his chest builds, but it’s the good kind. the kind that makes him reach out, fingers grazing over your leg where it’s draped across his body, a touch that’s casual but tender all the same.

“you’re cold enough that i might need a blanket for both of us,” he says, his voice low and teasing. his fingers slowly trace the outline of your leg, making small circles against your skin. it’s a simple gesture, but the affection behind it makes you feel like you’re floating.

you stretch your legs a little further, the coolness of your toes brushing against his side, and he shudders lightly. “see? optimal cold hug,” you say, snuggling in deeper, your head resting against his shoulder now. you don’t care about the position anymore; it’s the closeness that matters. “arms are overrated anyway. legs are the future.”

caleb can’t help but chuckle softly, the sound warm and lazy. “future of hugging, huh?” his voice carries that playful edge you’ve grown used to, but there’s an undertone to it—a softness, a quiet affection that he doesn't bother hiding. he pulls you closer with a slight tug of your leg, his chest now pressed to your back, and his arm wrapping around your waist as if it’s second nature.

you let out a contented sigh, your body relaxing under the weight of his arm and the warmth of his presence. there’s a certain magic in the way he always knows just how to make you feel safe—whether it’s through small gestures like this or the way he always seems to understand you without words.

for a long moment, there’s nothing but the sound of your breathing, the soft rustle of the sheets, and the faint hum of the air conditioning. you can feel the heat of his body mingling with the coolness of yours, and despite the small, almost ridiculous hug you’ve devised, it feels perfect.

“you’re so weird,” caleb murmurs into the silence, but there’s no bite to it. it’s not a complaint; it’s more of a resigned observation, like he’s just come to accept it. “but you’re also the best, you know that?”

you smile, the kind of lazy smile that only comes after a long day of being with someone you care about. “yeah, i know. i’m awesome. you should be grateful you get to hug me with my superior leg-hugging technology.”

he laughs softly at that, the sound vibrating against your back. “i am. believe me, i am.”

there’s a comfortable silence again, the kind you only find when everything feels right. the kind where, even though you’re half-arguing over leg-hugging efficiency, there’s nothing you’d rather be doing than lying next to him.

caleb’s hand moves, absentmindedly rubbing up and down your leg, and you feel the warmth of his fingers sink into your skin, the slight pressure a reminder of how close you are. how much you mean to him.

eventually, his hand stills, and his breath evens out. you’re not sure if he’s asleep yet, but you can feel the rhythm of his heart slow, his body relaxing into the mattress beneath you.

“hey, caleb?” you murmur, your voice soft, barely above a whisper.

“mhm?” he doesn’t open his eyes, but you can tell he’s listening.

“just so you know, i’m never letting you go.”

his lips brush your forehead, soft and brief, before he answers in that low, almost-dreamy tone of his. “good. i wouldn’t want you to.”

and with that, you both drift off, a tangled mess of limbs, warmth, and coldness, two halves of a whole.

[seiwas]

IRIS I AM LITERALLYABSJXNID XOMF 😭😭😭😭 i love him . thank u . i love him . i loooooooooove him . i ran out of tags iris but him asking for ur socials if numbery is uncomfy? the cherry on top he is literally the dream . the respectful boy to ever . and i need him . want him . NEOOOOOOOOOOOWWW

in a world of boys, he's a gentleman

summary: a creep walks up to the shake stand window. your favorite customer scares him off. (college au!iwaizumi x you)

wc: 1.9k

cw/tags: college!au iwaizumi, creepy dude but he gets scared off don't worry, buff iwa gets nervous around you

note: so there's a protein shake stand like right outside my school's gym and that's where the inspiration for this little brain fart came from. also this is wholeheartedly dedicated to @shotorus my favorite iwa simp. i really hope you like this, it's my first time writing for your man but it most definitely will not be the last :D

likes, replies, and reblogs are appreciated <3

You didn’t anticipate finding a gym crush outside of the student rec center. Yet, there he was, every day at 5:00 passing the stand and every day at 6:30 ordering his usual, strawberries and bananas with chocolate protein powder. It’s a wonder how strictly he stuck to his schedule and you made it a point to have his order queued up in the system by the time he got to the window. To your detriment, it seemed that your infatuation had become obvious enough to your usually-oblivious coworkers. 

“At this point, I think you took this job just to ogle him,” one of your friends points out as she runs a colander of fruit under the faucet. You give her a lighthearted glare and she flicks a few water droplets at you. “I’d guess you like seeing him more than the tips that other guys put in the jar. You really do so much for this company,” she says patronizingly and you roll your eyes. She had a point; you tended not to notice the phone numbers written on dirty napkins or social media handles hastily drawn on dollar bills. None of them interested you. None of them, except for the dude with a body like a Greek hero that made you want to get kidnapped by some mythological being. 

“I just think he has a nice physique; is that such a bad thing?” She shoots you a skeptical look and you turn away sheepishly to check the clock. Thirty seconds to 6:30. “He should be here in a little bit,” you say quietly to yourself, hoping she doesn’t hear. It’s a nice sentiment, but ultimately futile. 

“You’re counting down the seconds? Man, you’re worse than I thought.” She pats your shoulder sympathetically as she passes behind you and you lean your hands on the register counter. 

“As if you’ve never had a gym crush before,” you fire back. 

“You’re supposed to actually be inside the gym to have a gym crush,” she reminds you and you groan. “Why don’t you just switch your shift so you can see him while you workout?”

“I tutor before this, remember? Plus, I need to be able to charm the evening regulars so I can keep paying rent,” you admit. She nods in understanding and a glance at the clock shows ten seconds until 6:30. Your other usuals had come and gone for the day: the guy in the blue tank top that only seemed to work his forearms and biceps, the girl with the silly socks that had the most muscular calves you’d ever seen, the two frat bros with their backwards caps and arrogant voices. It hits 6:30, however, and your favorite regular isn’t behind the glass. He isn’t anywhere around, you realize. You can’t help the frown that draws the corner of your mouth down and, when you look to your coworker for support, she merely shrugs before grabbing a tub of powder from the top shelf. “It’s odd that he isn’t here yet.”

“Only you would think that,” she teases and you refocus on pulling up his usual order on the payment screen. “Maybe he got sick. There’s that frat flu going around right now.”

“Why would he be in a frat, though? And also, he’s definitely the type to wipe the hell out of every machine he uses.”

“If he uses machines; personally, he strikes me as a free weights-only kind of guy.” Before you can reply, a knock on the glass startles you back into customer-service mode. The man in front of you looked relatively normal, but the way his eyes looked you up and down several times made your stomach queasy. It wasn’t the first time creeps had checked you out through the window, but maybe you were feeling a little extra vulnerable waiting around for a regular who didn’t even know your name. Avoiding the man’s intrusive gaze, you shakily pull up his order, swipe his card for payment, and let him know that his shake would be ready soon. 

“I have a question,” he says slowly before you can run and hide in the back. “What time are you out of here?”

“I’m not done for a while,” you state vaguely, praying that he wouldn’t ask about the remaining two and a half hours of your shift. “I work until closing.”

“I can come back and get you when you close.” His voice makes your skin crawl and his eyes feel like knives on your body.

“Excuse me?”

“Let me take you out to dinner. A nice looking person like you shouldn’t be alone at night.” Your heart drops into your stomach and your feet remain rooted to the floor, terrified in place. Was he gonna try to do something after you were off?

“Look, I’m not interested in any–”

“Hey, man. Are you done ordering yet? You’re holding up the line,” intrudes a voice that feels like a warm blanket wrapping around your shoulders. Somewhere between his usual order time and the creep asking you out, your favorite little crush came to stand in line to pay. His shoulders seemed extra broad today and the muscle of his biceps flexed under his compression shirt as he crossed his arms over his chest, staring daggers down at the guy who was freaking you out. He’d never looked so handsome, all sharp jawline and flexed muscles and piercing eyes. The creep recoils and scurries away, allowing you to take a deep breath that helps relieve some of the tension in your forehead. By pure muscle memory and running on adrenaline, your fingers swipe over the tablet and pull up his usual order before he can even say hello. 

“Strawberry and banana with chocolate protein powder, right?”

“Yeah, that…that’s mine,” he says, slightly taken aback by the lingering expression of panic on your face. While he eyes you warily, you swipe his card and hand him his receipt, suddenly desperate to just disappear into the back for the rest of your shift. “Hey, are you okay?”

“What? No, yeah. I’m fine, totally fine,” you lie and give him a weak smile. His eyebrows furrow slightly and you can feel him try to analyze you, but not in the dehumanizing way as your previous customer. His eyes searched your expression worriedly and you caught him biting skin from his lip in concern. “It’s just that the guy before you was being a little weird.” Calling him “weird” was an understatement, but you didn’t want to inconvenience him more than you already have. “I’m fine, really.” He watches you for a moment more and then nods, murmuring a thank you under his breath and finding a spot to wait for his shake. 

“This fell on the floor by the trash can,” he says plainly when he walks up to the pickup window after you call out his drink. The creepy guy hadn’t left the area yet, so your fight or flight instincts were still going haywire. Your gym crush, however, momentarily takes your attention by subtly sliding a dirty piece of paper across the counter to you as he picks up his cup with the other hand. “Thanks; I’ll see you tomorrow.” Before you can blink, he’s gone, leaving you with a cryptic folded message that makes your head spin. You sputter out an awkward farewell and hastily unfold the piece of paper. 

I’ll be studying in the computer lab until the stand closes. If he’s still bothering you, come find me and I’ll walk you to your car or your dorm or wherever. -Iwaizumi Hajime 

A sturdy rectangle of plastic falls from the paper and you stare at it in disbelief. It was an ID card for the university’s after-hours patrol division with his picture, full name, and student number printed on it. Iwaizumi, you echo mentally, you’re too good to be true. And, true to his promise, he’s a respectful distance away and stands with his hands in the pockets of his sweatpants at 9:00 when you lock up the shake stand. You’d lost sight of the creep an hour after Iwaizumi picked up his drink, but the paranoia didn’t leave your body and you’re only able to relax when he approaches you. 

“This is yours,” you say, handing him his ID card with a small smile. “Thank you for looking out for me.”

“Of course. I’m sorry you had to deal with him,” he replies regretfully, uncomfortably adjusting his water bottle tucked into the crook of his elbow. “None of the guys at the gym like him. He’s always hitting on girls and giving them weird looks.” 

“Looks like he was forced to look outside the gym, then,” you laugh lightly, feeling the tension release from your shoulders as you walk next to Iwaizumi in the direction of the parking lot. “Did your drink still taste okay? Or did my nervousness make it taste funny?” When he chuckles, it sounds like sunshine. 

“It was just as tasty as it always is, thank you. You’ve really figured out how to make me the perfect drink every time.”

“Anything for my favorite customer,” you say without hesitation and your face feels like it’s been lit on fire. To your surprise, however, it seemed that Iwaizumi was just as flustered by your words. His eyes widen and his pretty mouth gapes a little bit, blinking rapidly to fix the short circuit in his brain. “I just hope he doesn’t come around here again. He makes my stomach churn.”

“Yeah, I get that,” he forces out and he’s silent for a while until your car is in sight. “Hey, sorry if this is super off-base, but do you wanna workout with me sometime? I can change the time I go but, if it means you don’t feel scared by that guy anymore, I’ll gladly rearrange my schedule.” 

“You want me to workout with you?”

“I’d like to meet you for lunch sometime, too, but I figured I’d start with baby steps,” he admits, running a hand nervously through his hair while you fish your keys from your bag. “If you don’t want to, that’s totally fine–”

“No, no, I’d love to,” you reassure him and he looks visibly relieved. “I’ll change up my shift so you can still go around the same time you usually do, and I can just meet you outside. I’ve been needing a new spotter since mine picked up extra shifts in the library.” 

“Great, yeah, awesome,” he says, a little dumbfounded by how eagerly you would give him a chance. If he was being honest, he’d wanted to ask you your name for months since you memorized his order, but he didn’t want to come off as pushy and ruin his chance with you. “Do you, uh, mind if I give you my number? Or I can give you a social media handle too if you’re not comfortable sharing your number.” God, he’s so good. He is so, so good. “Can you let me know you get home safe?”

“I will,” you promise. “Thank you for everything, Iwaizumi.”

“You can call me Hajime, if you want,” he offers softly and the fondness in his voice makes your heart flip. “Iwaizumi is fine too. Anything is fine.” 

“Right,” you smile. “Well, goodnight, Hajime. Get home safe.”

“You too. Talk soon, okay?”

“I can’t wait.”

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[ultimate-bassist-shimitsu]

)) ooc ((

okay guys !!!!! ask box is open ,,,, you may ask komaneee !!! <3333 ,,,

remember to b respectfullll pleeeaseee ~ <3

komane info

[bernardsbendystraws]

This is where you can send non sturniolo related asks!!! Might do photo dumps in the future but we’ll see !! Please be respectfullll

[jessibbb]

my new favorite ship is me x kyo

[aberfaeth]

i’m rly glad i found leverage after becoming secure in my identity as a lesbian bc i just KNOW aldis hodge would have set me back like all love to the man he is just so fucking attractive

[rqnvindr]

i haven’t played fe awakening but,,,CHROM !!!! 🥰🥰

[softwheeze]

oKAY BUT IN THE SIMS VIDEO RYAN LITERALLY SAYS THAT HE FINDS BENEDICT CUMBERBATCH (AKA A //MALE//) ATTRACTIVE AND I'VE ALWAYS THOUGHT OF HIM AS BISEXUAL SO I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO SAY RN

DJANDJAN MOOD, NONNIE HAHAH

:’)

Let’s just not confront him about it though. If he actually is LGBTQ, he’ll tell us when he’s ready. If he’s not, he’s not!

Always fun to imagine, though. <3

[ashthebookworm2]

FUCK-! My breathing actually stopped for a solid five seconds

It feels so stupid to be affected like that by a goddamn drawing, but oh my god, is it good

It's- he's so- wow...

It's giving "How is he so hot... AND RESPECTFULLLL"

YUPPERS

MY REDESIGN

[literaturewithliz]

The kotlc guys as boyfriends!

Tam Song:

I get the feeling that the number one aspect he’s looking for in a relationship is loyalty.

So he is 100% loyal. All of the guys are, but Tam goes the extra mile.

Threatening anyone who dares utter a negative word about his s/o, but also gushing about them to his sister.

Speaking of threatening people, he’s also pretty protective.

And I don’t just mean in a way that has to do with making sure others treat his s/o right, but also making sure they’re treating themselves right.

“Have you eaten today?” “Are you thirsty?” “Cold?” “Hey, don’t stress too much about that homework assignment, you’ll do great.”

Is never turned off by feminine activities. His partner wants to paint his nails? Go for it. His partner wants him to braid their hair or braid his hair? Linh taught him how, he’s got it down to a science.

His s/o’s parents probably wouldn’t like him the first time they meet, because of his exterior, but love him once they that he’s really just a lovesick puppy for his s/o.

Fitz Vacker:

GENTLEMEN GENTLEMEN GENTLEMEN

He’s just screams “Are you cold? Take my jacket.”

Well, cape I guess.

He’s looking for someone to marry. He doesn’t date for the sake of it, he dates to find a lifelong partner.

Respectfullllllll

Literally asks if he can hold his s/o’s hand.

Whoever he dates would have to get along with his family, specifically his sister.

Such a family man

Wants at least three children in the future

Cuddler

Loves hugs and any form of physical contact. ESPECIALLY if his s/o is the one to initiate it.

Dex Dizznee:

Again, respectfullll

Would never pressure his s/o into anything

So freaking supportive

Wanna join a bramble team? He’s at every game. Wanna take an art class? Da Vinci wishes he was as good as his s/o. (I know he prob doesn’t know who Da Vinci is but shhh)

Again, family man. Would also need to date someone that gets along with his fam.

He thinks his partner hung the moon. Is fascinated by them.

Very shy at the start of a relationship, but once he eases into it, it’s like he’s been dating them for years.

He needs someone willing to listen to him talk about his gadgets and technopathy. He would be overjoyed if his partner found his creations cool or interesting.

Keefe Sencen:

Always wants to make his partner laugh. It’s his life goal, I swear.

I get the vibe that his partner would have to wait a LONG time before Keefe would tell them he liked them. If his partner wanted him to ask them out, that is.

Needs to date a patient person in general, tbh.

His s/o is his main inspiration for all of his art. He can look at anything and somehow relate it to them. Paints them 24/7.

Would be down to do whatever with his s/o. Pranks, baking, dancing, all of it.

Very touch-starved, but still would ask for consent before anything.

Such a good listener. Is fine with listening to his partner rant for hours.

Would prob also be really soothed by his s/o’s voice.

Is prob terrified to even think about children. But would consider it if he knew that it was important to his partner.

Part 2? With the girls?

[domjaehyun]

a lil vent abt a close friend i have bc its so exhausting, he had a past relationship where him and his ex were together for i want to say maybe around 6 months? (maybe longer) but his ex (im gonna call him jake) admittedly did not put a lot of effort in the relationship (ive never even met him) but my friend did, it was his first ever serious relationship since coming out and was fully convinced they were meant to be or whatever, i was very supportive like hyped up everything they did even tho in my view it was the bare minimum. anyways they break up (like around a year or two ago) and my friend has been hung up on jake since that break up, he has had flings while jake had another serious relationship which ended like a couple of months ago. my friend saw this as a way to get back together with him and while i knew it was a bad idea (i never liked the guy) i still supported him bc hey its his life if he’s happy then i’m happy. around a month ago jake told my friend he wanted to try again with him, then a week later jake was complaining to my friend abt his other ex (it was heavily implied they were trying to talk things out and get back together) — my friend saw a lil bit of the light and finally called him out on it which i again supported and also said my real feeling abt the guy (he’s horrible and deserves to be blocked and im glad my friend is finally gonna move on from him) ig my friend felt a lil shocked abt that but we moved on. JUST NOW he texts me saying jake texted him and said hi, i was literally begging him not to reply but WHAT DID HE DO??? HE REPLIED while jake was giving insanely short responses after my friend texts him asking him why he’s contacting him again stuff like that and its like i understand he’s hurting and i need to be supportive of him and be there for him but god is it exhausting me and many of his friends have said to pls just block him dont waste any more energy on jake because CLEARLY he’s just using him and none of the energy my friend is giving jake is never reciprocated like ever but yeah now my friend is gonna ignore me and then complain abt this same guy AS IF THERES NOT MILLIONS OF GUYS OUT THERE RN WHO IS AT LEAST A LIL BIT MORE RESPECTFULLLL

anyways i dont mean to dump this on u! u def don’t have to reply to this!

oh that is exhausting :/ tbh if he refuses to listen to reason then he’s gonna have to learn the hard way :( it’s very kind of you as his friend to want to help but don’t drain yourself trying to make him make good choices!! jake sucks and your friend’s gotta take the rose colored glasses off to see that :( i’m rly sorry though that’s so tiring fr

[phoebes-smellycat]

How is he so hot and respectfullll 😍🥵

[ateezmakemeweep]

Ok thé make out scene it's gotta be y/n just jumping on him midsentence, he doesn't see it coming, she just has a moment of realization about how hot (& respectful!) he is

how is so FUCKING HOT??? and RESPECTFULLLL