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Blue lock x Salon Beauty

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[hdxbssworld]

Advoree

[garadinervi]

«BLK», Vol. 1, No. 9, Edited by Alan Bell, BLK Publishing Company, Los Angeles, CA, August 1989 [front cover: photograph of James Baldwin] [Collection of the Smithsonian National Museum of African American History and Culture, Smithsonian Institution, Washington, D.C.]

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[nessgasm]

I made karasu not look like karasu

[galaxynajma]

If I had a nickel for everytime a German guy did SH because of Isagi I would have two nickels… which isn’t a lot but it’s weird it happened twice 

Someone please get these two some therapy

[baddestbabes10]

Kalani Rogers

[my-ultimate-is-ready]

Heeey <333 I saw you reblogged some prompts so I'm here to ask for beefboy Gabe "“Wanna dance?”

You should have known when that guy with the tray of hors d’oeuvres who looked suspiciously like Cole Cassidy tripped into your vision.

With Gabriel Reyes making an entrance, there’s no denying that Blackwatch is here for you. It’s not even that you’ve done anything exceptionally terrible, there are plenty of worse figures all about the room, but their existence here doesn’t change the fact that you are tonight’s target. And while you’re as undercover as the commander, a presence not easily hidden, you’ve already been given away. Perhaps by a certain waiter who smelt like cigar smoke.

“We’ve got to stop running into each other like this,” you say as Reyes stands before you, already plotting an escape plan. There are numerous potential exits, but none seem viable when he’s as close as he is. His bulk and speed are inescapable—well, nearly.

“Well, maybe stop being so obvious,” he says with his casual quality, like an old friend. Even when he has every right to be hostile, he isn’t. Doesn’t need to be. “Unless you’re purposely trying to run into me.”

“I bet you’d like that, Reyes.”

“Maybe I would. You are the one that got away.”

“You make it sound like it only happened once.”

Tonight would mark the third attempt. Even when he could have before when it would have made the most sense to, he refused to raise a shotgun at you, and much is the same now. 

Besides, you won’t fight; you’ll run.

You’re very good at that.

“I’d like it if you let me apprehend you this time,” he says in his offhand way.

The commander is too likable for his own good. 

“Wanna do me a favour and look the other way? What I did was barely Illegal. Immoral, maybe, but no one is perfect.” Lifting a flute of champagne to your lips, you survey him over the rim. “Besides, what’s your plan here? You’ll blow your cover the second you put your hands on me in front of everyone.”

“You’re right. Seeing how Cole nearly blew our cover the second we got here, I’d prefer not making another spectacle,” he says, taking your glass and setting it on a passing waiter’s tray who just happens to cut between you at just the right moment. You catch the scent of cigar smoke again. “I’ve got a better idea… Wanna dance?”

It’s not a suggestion.

As if you’re his willing partner, he snatches you up and leads you to the heavily-peopled dancefloor. His strength affords him to effortlessly maneuver and direct you through a charade of a dance until you break through to the other side of the room, clear out to the veranda and into the night. 

Despite the fact that you know he is leading you to your capture, you admire his inventive method. The Commander Reyes doesn’t put you into a headlock. He merely whisks you off your feet.

Lucky you.

“And where are we going now?” You ask once it’s clear that he isn’t about to let you lose for love or money. You see it in his face when you look up over your shoulder.

“What? Upset we can’t dance more?” He continues moving with that straight-ahead look of someone who refuses to be distracted. “Maybe, if you cooperate, we can have another go at HQ. Just don’t make me do all the work next time.”

An endearing plan, if there was any veracity in the offer—but you had something else in mind.

“You clean up nice,” you say—a genuine compliment.

“Flattery? Suspect. You must want something from me.”

“Just curious if you’re still armed.”

“Real cute of you to think I’d set out on a mission without firepower, even if I don’t think I’ll need it.” He sneers. “You wouldn’t be asking because you’re looking for a fight now, would you?”

“I’m smarter than that.”

“Unfortunately, I know.”

Still, you refocus and press again, “You’ve really got everything on under this suit?”

For this comment, you receive a quick itemizing look. “You ask everyone what they’re wearing under their clothes?” 

“Only when it benefits me,” you admit, slipping a finger along his belt from how he holds you and forces you to continue your forward march. Keeping the pressure lighter than light, your hand wanders. “Smoke grenades, too?”

In the last few seconds, before you find and release the pin, you see his face transform with understanding before the two of you are enveloped by white phosphorus. 

The one that got away is no hyperbole.

[revasserium]

to ask and receive

he comforts you during thunderstorms, tells you he would rend the sky and tear lightening from the clouds if you asked him to. that if you wanted, he might storm olympus and challenge zeus, the god of gods, that he would win, just for you. he tells you that were you to ask for the head of john the baptist, he would bring it to you on a silver platter.

all these things, he would do for you. if only you'd ask.

he tells you too that you are to be his ruin, that you hold the very essence of his soul in the palms of your hands. he tells you he loves you, that he burns for you, that he drowns in your closeness and that if you wanted to hurt him, it would be only too easy a thing to do.

sometimes, he wants you to hurt him.

sometimes, he takes your hands, kisses your palms, and puts them around his throat.

sometimes, he smirks at you and says, "well go on then, let's see the worst that you can do."

dazai, akutagawa, kuroo, bachira, rin, kageyama, tanaka, terushima

[wcnbear]

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[lunetual]

heereah, a dynamic:    heejae: WE thought —    ireah: who’s WE??

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Advoree

[garadinervi]

«BLK», Vol. 1, No. 5, Edited by Alan Bell, BLK Publishing Company, Los Angeles, CA, April 1989 [front cover: photograph of Audre Lorde] [Collection of the Smithsonian National Museum of African American History and Culture, Smithsonian Institution, Washington, D.C.]

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