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shotaro — “you know my weakness is you.”

You got your phone set up on the tripod in your car as you waited for your boyfriend to finally get in. Seeing his dear little face through the passenger seat window, you’d smile.  knock… knock… you roll down the window to the passenger seat to be met with your boyfriend’s query, “Hi lovely, you’re driving?” “Yes hubby, get in.” As he got in, you would think he didn’t catch what you had just called him, but when you’d finally face him, he’d immediately leave a kiss on your lips. “I missed you, wifey.” You tried playing it off, trying to sound seemingly confused as you replied, “I missed you too, but, wifey?” “Do you not like it? you just called me hubby?” and he would pout ever so slightly. Dang it. Your prank was slowly losing its initiative, why was he being so adorable? eyes shimmering and reflecting the light that bounced off the mirrors of your car, almost as if looking up at you and pleading for an answer.  “I just wanted to try out a TikTok trend…” you’d spew in defeat. “Getting married is a trend on TikTok now?” it was hard to tell whether he was being sarcastic or not, but his voice was three octaves higher.  “We’re not…” well maybe not now. —you thought, but you’d only grow weaker upon seeing the frown on his face. And very faintly, he’d repeat your words in a question. “We’re not?...” “Taro…” “Y/n…” with a warm, gentle grasp on your hand, “Will you marry me?” Your evening would end somewhere dim and cold, where the only warmth you could secure is from each other’s touch, and each other’s voice, and his little giggles when he continued to tease you about it.  “Got tired of baby so you wanted to call me hubby already?” he’d coo on you, pinching one of your flushed cheeks. “You’re so cute, my wifey.” Whatever your answer was, the camera did not catch it —props to you for forgetting to hit the record button.

eunseok — “black shadow is married, it's canon.”

His eyes displayed skepticism, yet he wore a smirk. You had set up your front camera in front of you both, seated next to each other on the floor in front of the coffee table. He watched your sheepish smile grow wider when you had settled yourself next to him after hitting record. “What’s that for?” he’d ask, almost in a laugh.  “So I’ve been seeing this little trend on TikTok…” you’d look at him for a short while to see his reaction. “Okay Miss-chronically-online.” he tittered at your glaring eyes, despite your attempts to look intimidating, he only found you cute. “I was kidding, go on love.” “So as I was saying—” you’d look into the camera, “So my husband is here to tell us about the things he found interesting about me.” You’d see his widened eyes, lips forming a bashful and downturned smile.  “So Seok, go tell them.” After a long blink and a deep inhale, he would look right into the camera, “Well, first of all, I think you in your wedding dress would be quite interesting.” And for a minute you —almost— forgot this was supposed to be a prank. “What do you mean?” you laughed at him. “I’m your husband.”  Say that again, please. —you’d think to yourself. “Seok, it was an accident!” a sweet and soft giggle leaves your mouth, “Okay, okay, for real now, tell them what got you interested in me.” He might’ve looked crazy in the eyes of the unknowing, but he was too in love to even care. Chuckling to himself, he’d repeat the words he’d want to hear everyday for the rest of his life, and only from you, “Husband…”

sungchan — “babies don't come from the sky.”

Off the bat, he’d find it incredibly amusing that you’d ask him to film a TikTok with you. He’d had his few every-other-day scrolls on the app, but this time he wasn’t quite sure of what you were bringing him in for.  “Sit down, Chan, I'm gonna hit record.” you spoke to his tall figure that stood in front of you at the foot end of your bed.  “What are we doing?” he very innocently questions.  “We’re gonna unbox something, now sit your ass down.” you looked up at him, and soon with a sulking face as you pleaded, “Please? we’ll be quick, then we could do the thing you wanted to try.” He immediately got himself seated next to you on the soft mattress. “Alright, let’s go!” You chuckle, taking out a box of something —something you didn’t put much thought into, anyways, it would only serve as a disguise for the actual purpose of the rolling camera.  “Can I open it?” you nod at his question.  But then you’d abruptly stop him. “Oh, wait! show it to the camera.” He’d hesitantly —and quite sheepishly— bring himself, then the box closer to the camera, giving it a little 360 of the box. “So what my husband is holding right there is the very exclusive—” “Are you pregnant?” “What?” you were visibly taken aback by his ‘question’, in hindsight it could be funny, but it would send anyone to shock, quite possibly a coma —you thought. “I am not Mister!” “Oh. Then. Why. Husband.” you pressed your lips together, suppressing a laugh. “Ah, I see how it is… you’re tryna get me to give you a baby.” “Jung Sungchan?” “The bed’s right here babe.” “You are vile.”

wonbin — “make-up or make love?”

“Please Binnie, I’m gonna make you look so pretty, I promise!”  It’s been a good ten minutes of you pleading with your beautiful boyfriend to film a make-over TikTok, with a hidden motive of course. He’d finally give up after your seventy-eighth please. “Fine, just 'cause I owe you one.” he’d utter, letting out a beaten exhale. You’d have him sitting right in front of your phone, like a vanity. Well, while make-up would usually come easy, it would only be difficult when he’d keep his eyes on yours that were so concentrated on making sure you were in fact making him look like a pretty little princess —if he already wasn’t one—  and if you suddenly shift forward and the shorter strands of your hair fall at the sides of your face, his finger would glide against the skin on your face, tucking the hair behind your ear.  “Wonbin.” “Why baby?” “You’re distracting me.” He’d let out a cocky laugh. “Really?” You made sure you’d finish his make up soon, so you could finally proceed with your plan. With your brush softly sweeping against his cheek for the last time, you’d put your stuff aside, hitting the record button for the final time.  “So here’s the final product, as you can see, my husband is looking really pretty, right?” your eyes would avert from your phone to your boyfriend. “What do you think baby?” Not so cocky now huh? —a smirk would spread across your lips as you eyed his rosy face. A smile was threatening to crack out of him, but out of utter bewilderment, he’d gulp and stutter, “W-wait, did you just— husband? me?” “Oh, that? sorry baby, I meant to say boyfriend, my bad, let’s restart—” “No, no. Keep that.” He’d reach out for your hand, his soft, pinkish and glossed lips making contact with its back side. “Post it —but you’re gonna have to wait until I’ve bought the ring, give it twenty-four hours.”

seunghan — “i'm the no. 1 trendsetter.”

The excitement that rushed through him when you had gently pushed on his shoulder to ask him, “Hey babe, I want to try this couple’s trend I saw on TikTok.” cannot even be wholly expressed with words.  “What trend? Are we filming right now? Wait, do I look okay? Where do you want me babe?” —his questions fired at you like he was chasing the ticks of your wall clock.  You found this action of his really precious, causing a short chuckle to fall off your lips. “Calm down Han, just settle yourself there —right there against the headboard.” he’d promptly push his back against the headboard, eyes following your figure as you set up the camera against one of your bigger plushies. “Wait, which trend is this?” He was curious as to why you hadn't shown him a video of the trend you were talking about for reference, or why you didn’t seem to have an audio picked out and ready.  “Let’s take turns saying what we love about each other —but, we have to act like we don’t see each other, act like I'm not here.” you tilted your head at him, and he’d shyly cover his smile with his hand, palm faced towards you. “You go first.” You quickly hit the record button, backing away as soon as it started recording. He’d hesitate for a while, fishing for your assuring gaze before turning back to the camera.  “The things I love about my girlfriend Y/n? there’s a lot. Now that I'm being questioned on the spot, it’s quite hard to list everything. Honestly, I love Y/n’s everything, her smile, her eyes, her skin, her hair, the way she’d always remind me to never forget this and that —and if you’re gonna ask why, well, I just do. I really don’t know how to explain it with words only—” A kiss would interrupt his very passionate statement, you were both admittedly very hot in the face. “Oh-kay, my turn.” you moved yourself a bit so the camera could get a decent view of you as you spoke. You cleared your throat before you spoke, “The things I love about my husband can be—”

“Huh?”

“Huh? what?” You watched his eyes dilate as soon as those words left your mouth. The look on his face was quite… concerning.  “Seunghan?” “We need to start over, let me go again.” “Wait Han, why?” “Since we’re changing labels here, might as well just call you my wife too, right?”

sohee — “nara smith who? i only know y/n.”

Sohee was quietly settled on the couch, patiently waiting for you to get finished with the very important matter you had to deal with in the kitchen. You told him to just wait there, that by the end of it, you’ll give him something worth his while. He’d turn around, still seated on the couch, peaking at you moving around in the kitchen. He’d immediately catch the tripod you were setting up and asked, “Are you taking a video?” You’d glance behind you for a brief moment, humming a reply, “Mm-hmm~” “Oh, okay, good luck!” you’d chuckle to yourself hearing his cheery spur, such a lovely voice he had.  Though, for the following moments, you’d make sure your voice filled the confines of your place, and the only sound his ears would take in. You cleared your throat so that you would be able to project your voice.  “Today I feel extra happy, so I’ll be making my husband his favorite for dinner.” Your what now? —he’d perk up from the couch, and seriously contemplate on whether he should just get up and jump you in your kitchen, give you a million kisses and hug you till his arms weren’t able to lock you in anymore.  You continued, thinking he might’ve not heard, so you planned on saying it again, but then suddenly you’d feel some weight on your shoulder.  “I hope I’ll be the only one to hear that from you.” his hot breath fanned against your ear as he whispered, laying his chin on your shoulder.  “Hear what baby?”  “Husband —I wouldn’t marry you till, like, we’re ready, but I hope I’m the one. I love you.” 

anton — “i'm in my food critic era.”

He was quite surprised to see you playfully prancing at him with a bag full of foreign snacks you ordered online. When you’d propose to him to accompany you to try some, of course he’d oblige, who’d pass on some good food? “Where’d you get this from?” he asks as he looks through the plastic bag.  “Online, my mom took the box and a few snacks, but we have all of these left to try.” his fond eyes gleamed at the way your hands did speedy little claps. “Tony, can I film us trying it?” “You mean, like a food review?” you’d briskly nod at him, and suddenly he cups your face. “Okay love, let’s do it now.” You set up your phone, settling it against Anton’s water bottle. You take out all the snacks, laying them down neatly enough that it doesn’t look too disarrayed despite not being organized at all.  You hit record, and you’d wear a very dear tone with your voice, “I ordered snacks from several parts of the world —and today, with me is my husband, Anton.” you’d spare him a glance, but waa just frozen in his spot. “Say hi, Tony.” “Oh-uh, well, hi. I’m. Gonna —get married?” watching his anxious self, you couldn’t help but almost guffaw, but before it could burst out of you, you’d hug him.  “Tony, why’d you say that?” he’d look at you as if you commited a felony.  “You called me husband?” “Did I?”  He shook his head, very steadily and very slowly, a clear depiction of how disappointed he was. “I can’t believe you’d gaslight your husband.” It was painful to keep up with the act, but you’d playfully roll your eyes at him, talking to the camera once more, “Well, anyways, let’s try the first snack here…” Your silence was concerning at most, the sounds of the food’s packaging being ripped open pierced his ear as if it were the most eery of sounds.  “You really didn’t mean it?” you held up the act of perplexity as you laid your eyes at him.  “What’s ‘it’ Tony?” The light in his eyes would dim, and you would immediately take notice of it. A sense of guilt would wash over you at the sight of him, till you could no longer keep it up. “It was supposed to be a prank—” He’d cut your explanation short with a comical gasp, “I knew it.” “Of course you did.” —you lost, and so you’d reach for your phone to stop the recording.  “Hold on, we haven’t even tried any of the snacks.”  “We weren’t really meant to, I just used it as an excuse for the prank…”  “And? keep it rolling love." His soft urging was enough for you to set the phone back up again. “Oh, we’d have to restart the recording…” “That’s okay. Let’s do it again. Prank me again.” Call me your husband again. —you would never really hear his thoughts, but he hoped that his words were enough to tell you that he was a big fan of your ‘prank’, though to him, it would never be a prank, but perhaps something else.

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a cs55 written-smau series where . . .

carlos sainz signs with porsche after getting ditched by ferrari only to find himself in a heated rivalry with his teammate, the only female driver on the grid. oh, and did i mention she's also his ex-girlfriend?

pairing: carlos sainz x fem!porsche driver!reader

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ᯓ★ PART THREE: THE PROBLEM

Porsche F1 Headquarters | Monday, 01:38 PM

“You absolutely cannot race each other on the track from now on,” Reuben, Porsche's team principal, calmly announces.

You hung your head low, sinking lower on the couch. Carlos who is seated across you can only clench his jaw in response.

You two have been called in his office today after the debrief with the team. Everyone’s eyes were on you as you both walked outside the boardroom like two high school students who just got called into the principal’s office.

“If you two keep performing like this, then it would be greatly detrimental and dangerous not only to the team but to your safety as well.”

The tension in the room is manageable, but the embarrassment? Deafening. The guilty silence is so loud you think you’re in one of those mental torture rooms you keep seeing on the internet, with all the white walls and no windows. Then again, you thought to yourself after remembering all the stressful calls and negotiations done in this room, that yeah, it’s kind of like that.

“I’m sorry if I’m going over the line but I just have to ask this,” Reuben's voice snapping you back to reality, “but do you have some personal, err… how do I word this. . . grudges? Against each other?”

Instinctively, you look up to Carlos. His eyes meet yours. You both hold your gaze, determined to not lose this staring game. In the end, the Spaniard was the first one to break the contact. You both turn to the German who was sitting on his desk, answering his query at the same time.

“Sí.”

“No.”

Your gaze whips back to Carlos’ direction, glaring at him. Fucking hell. “No, Ru, we don’t.”

“Are you sure? You know I admire you both and I really believe in each one’s talent, but whenever you’re on track.. you just forget everyone else and the only competitor you see is each other.

“I get it that you both have a chance for the championship, but you know why Max is still the one leading?”

He looks at you, then at Carlos, before sighing. “It’s because you’re busy taking each other out instead of outperforming the other teams.”

Carlos comes to his own defense. “I’m not the one who always pushes their teammate off track when the race starts.”

You scoff. “It’s not my problem he keeps bottling his pole positions.”

“It’s because you keep pushing me off the track!”

“I don’t! You’re just stupid to not see that there’s no space left! It’s a fucking racetrack, not a public highway, so why would you squeeze yourself when there’s no spa–”

“Ay, come on! You always do that even in the middle of the race! Remember Imola? Yeah, and you didn’t even take penalty for that!”

“What, so you decide to shove me into the wall yesterday? Because of that?!”

“How many times do I have to tell you that it was an accident! It was in a corner and I’m trying to turn but then you try to overtake even though you can clearly see there was no spa—”

“We’re the only cars in that area! Don’t give me that no space shit!”

“So it’s okay if you use it to reason out but if I do it’s not?!”

“Oh mein gott, stop it, both of you!” says Reuben, his voice echoing throughout the whole room, interrupting you and Carlos in the middle of your. . . conversation.

Of course you did—with Carlos, during the post-race debrief earlier. But what the team doesn’t realize is that no matter how many times they replay every moment from the race, they’ll never uncover the real reason it happened. Yesterday's issue wasn't on the track. It happened outside. In the the pit lane, specifically.

“See? This is what I’m talking about! You two act like you’re a divorced couple fighting for your pet dog’s custody! And it’s worse on track! Did you ever review what happened yesterday?”

Pit Lane, Silverstone Circuit • Race Day | 07:39 AM

You've heard of stories about couples who work with each other.

Usually they don't end well, that's why people do not recommend doing so. Don't shit where you eat or something like that, as some would say. Something with blurring boundaries and the un-seperation of work from personal life or whatever.

But stories about ex-couples who work with each other? Rarely spoken of. Maybe it's because people usually avoid even just breathing the same air with the person they once went down for (figuratively and literally), so the chances of a fire burning the entire workplace is low. But the scarcity of information regarding the comedic potential of this absolute shitshow begs the question that half of the human population (okay, maybe less) gives a fuck about: How does it end?

Well, good thing you're here to tell your own first-hand experience.

You hear the squeaking of approaching footsteps against the floor. Not long after the sound comes to a stop as the owner of those footsteps arrive to stand beside you, shoulder-to-shoulder.

Carlos clears his throat. Despite and in spite of you not looking in his direction, you just know it's him. And despite and in spite of his presence, you continue bathing in your perpetual state of calm, keeping your gaze glued to the track in front of you.

“So,” he says, revving up a conversation. “You're gonna fly with the Ferrari boys the rest of the season?”

You shrug your shoulders. “Looks like it.”

“Max told me to invite you to fly with us sometimes.”

Really? You turn to face him but you see his eyes already staring at you in anticipation, waiting for a response. Talk about catching you off-guard. “Can I bring Lew?”

Now Carlos was the one caught off-guard. Why the fuck would you ask to bring Lewis?

In your defense, Lewis doesn't have that many close friends inside the track. You're just playing shepherd here, herding the sport's sheeps inside one pen so they can mingle with each other.

“Oh... uhm... I— he ... Max..” he starts to fumble, his eyes to the floor, to your side, up the sky, everywhere except meeting yours. He scratches the tip of his nose before replying.“Err, Max only mentioned you so.. I don't know if.. Lewis can, you know.. come.”

You cross your arms, turning your body back to the track in front of you. Welp. That was awkward. “Then tell Max I said thanks, but no thanks.”

Carlos' face contorted. So much for making amends, he thought.

“What's up with you and Lewis anyways? Are you two, like, you know, together?” he asks coolly, but deep inside he's dying to know. Keep it together, hijo de puta.

You're eyebrows knit in confusion. “What's with the questions?”

“Nothing! It's just that you two always hang out, you know... having your own little world and.. all that...” he trails off.

”And why does that concern you, Carlos? You're my teammate, not my boyfriend, remember?”

Carlos is taken aback by your blunt statement. The fuck? “So what if I'm not your boyfriend anymore? Dios mio, Y/N, maybe I'm asking because you're friends with the person who took my seat? And that you hate me? And we're fighting for the title? And only God knows what things you two are plotting against me?”

You swear to the heavens that if your jaw wasn't attached to your skull, it would've been on the floor already with all the blasphemy you just heard coming from his mouth. You turn to face him.

“WHAT THE FUCK?”

Wow. Just. Wow. Up until now, he still doesn't trust you. After everything, he still doesn't trust you.

Carlos raises both of his arms. “I said what I said!”

You feel your blood boil, the ether of hatred for this man you once loved seething within you. You take a step forward, closing the gap between the two of you, all while never taking your gaze off his.

You look up at him, speaking with your voice low. “Carlos, have you ever heard of the phrase ‘Keep your friends close and your enemies closer’ ?”

Carlos chuckles. “What, you're gonna tell me that's your excuse as to why you're always with Lewis? Huh? You're keeping your enemies closer?”

Fucker.

“No, Carlos,” you replied with conviction. “Lewis is actually the first half of the quote.”

“Oh yeah?”

Instead of replying, you put your palm on his chest. He looks you in the eye and you hold his gaze. His eyebrows furrow. You speak again.

“The second half, mi amor, is why you and I are teammates.”

You push him back.

Then and there, the smug look on his face completely falters.

And then and there, you walk away.

How does it end? Truth is you really don't know. But how does it end up for you? Well, let me tell you something . . .

Porsche F1 Headquarters | Monday, 02:01 PM

Holy shit, you thought to yourself.

Reuben had already moved on and is now talking about plans for the summer break. You, however, are still stuck on a profound realization that just hit you after recalling what happened between you and Carlos before yesterday's race. An idea that you can't get out of your head. A reflection that resonated deeply. A thought that just won't stop haunting you.

. . . Are we the new Alpine?

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As the only princess of the Aphelion Empire, her engagement was set when she was a child, but she's joked about running off to a different star system if they make her marry without seeing her betrothed first. They're also set to meet for the first time next year, right after the competition.

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THE DOCTOR.

When the apocalypse descended on Earth 20,000 years ago, the survivors of the initial Awakening faced a choice: to stay on their newly mutated planet, or escape it entirely. Technology had advanced to a point where long-term space travel was theoretically possible, and the newly evolved abilities that allowed humans to transcend their limits also allowed for great advances in the areas of science.

Dr. Cynthia S. Hartley, a physics researcher who had awakened a non-combative S-class ability that enhanced her eidetic memory and cognitive processing skills, was of the opinion that humanity's future lay in the stars. Together with a select group of scientists and ability-users, she formed the Ark Initiative to construct a fleet capable of taking humankind into space. It was a laborious task that not only entailed secret research and collection of genetic samples, but also frequent interruptions from attacks of the zombie hoards that were getting more and more intelligent by the day.

About 23 years after the project first begin, NOAH-01 and NOAH-02 successfully took off from Earth's surface. Unfortunately, NOAH-02—which contained Cynthia herself—was attacked mid-flight by a new strain of flying mutant that threatened to rip apart despite the shielding ability users' efforts to protect it. Cynthia developed and executed a spur-of-the-moment plan that averted the attack, but lost her life in the process.

Still, the scientist had the foresight to digitalize her knowledge and intelligence ahead of time, so her brilliant mind lived on as one of the earliest protoypes of Aphelion Empire's A.I. companion systems such as Syren.

History notes that most of these prototypes had to be "adjusted" to tone down the doctor's famously caustic personality that was seeping out despite all efforts in programming.

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ohhh so many! i'll put them beneath a cut for length~ apparently using a read more messes up the pics nvm that lol

THE ARTIFACT.

"The Artifact" refers to a rare S-Class artifact (initially categorized as C-class) with powerful healing properties that possesses a humanoid form. It was recovered from an ice coffin in the depths of the Svell Sea on the Planet Glaciem during a high-risk operation that compromised two of Veoc's soldiers. Fortunately, the Artifact was able to quickly reverse the effects of environmental radiation on their organs to restore them to full health.

Rare for an artifact, it claims to possess a name, memory of its childhood, and even knowledge of language and customs from Mother Earth, which the Empire lost contact with over 20,000 years ago. Initial tests and scans indicate above-average intelligence and a 95% DNA match with that of other humans. It is difficult to verify the veracity of its claims, however. Under Aphelion Empire law, it is considered a property of the empire and will be assigned for use by a military division after review by the imperial family.

THE SUBORDINATE.

A product of nepotism and chūnibyō, Argent ard Sevyn is a young man with silver hair and an eyepatch who self-professes to be Veoc's "right-hand man." In reality, his rank is only a major in the military, and his father pulled strings to have him take a tour of duty with Veoc so he could be less of an embarrassment to his family after some accomplishments under his belt. Impulsive and outspoken, he refers to Veoc as his "boss" and frequently suffers from delusions of grandeur, but is fiercely loyal and fearless.

Has a habit of arguing with the human Artifact over trivial things, and is always convinced "that thing" is trying to gaslight his captain.

THE DIPLOMAT.

artist: 太极卡顿, First Class Lawyer

"The Diplomat" is the leader of the Traditionalist faction in government, who opposes excessive nanomachines implants for the population in favor of letting humanity embrace its roots. Born with a congenital defect that made him incompatible with said implants, he is seen as both an oddball and a hopelessly backwards man—at least on the surface. Speaking to him, however, exposes the truth of his merciless tongue and sarcastic wit.

He is well-versed in relations among the social and political circles and said to be on good terms with the empire's third prince, though this is just one of the many rumors that surround him. True to his namesake, he also serves as one of the empire's foremost diplomats when dealing with inter-galatic relations, and has be known to willingly ally with his rivals in politics to present a united front for humanity.

THE PRINCE.

"The Prince" specifically refers to the third and youngest prince of the Aphelion Empire. Unlike his older brothers, who are expected to shoulder the burden of rule, there are no expectations for the youngest son beyond guardianship over a few peaceful stars. In essence, he is set for life.

However, he tires of his role as a greenhouse flower and wants to explore the universe, despite his parents and brothers' insistence that he stay at home and be protected. As a child, he was the victim of a notorious kidnapping that almost led to tragedy if not for the timely intervention of the Alpha and Delta division fleets. Trauma from the incident still plagues him, but he is otherwise a bright, optimistic, and somewhat stubborn soul.

Like all members of the imperial family, the third prince possesses blond hair, green eyes, and a genetic key to a database housing the deepest secrets of the empire. However, he was not given the methods or sequence to unlock it as it is a role strictly reserved for the empire's heirs.

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❰❰ TACKLE ❱❱ glomp.... do people not use this word anymore

An Extremely Self-Indulgent Meme

❰❰ TACKLE ❱❱ sender hugs the receiver so hard they almost fall over / do fall over

After ringing the bell to Eiden's cabana, Veoc turns the knob and steps into the hallway like he's been told. Barreling footsteps make him look up, and he smiles as he sees the familiar brown hair of the human he'd befriended all but running towards him.

"Eiden, good morn—"

"Ah Chips, don't—!!"

WHUMP!

Acting on lighting-fast reflexes honed by years of training, the major general catches the shorter male as he trips in the middle of chasing his rooster (whom had gone unnoticed, being too short) to go flying forward. Hands latch onto his shoulders as legs fly forward and wrap instinctively around a firm torso; by the time everything's calmed down, the rogue rooster's already crowing and clucking out in the yard, leaving a trail of messy feathers in his wake.

Veoc holds Eiden in his arms, hands supporting his back and bottom while the latter wraps around him like a koala. To his credit, he does sway in place, but holds his ground in the end.

"...good morning, Eiden," Veoc tries again, gaze softening in concern. "Are you all right?"

"I'm—uh, I'm fine!" Eiden blurts out. "Sorry, Chips was stealing scraps from the kitchen—didn't catch him uh, wait. I should really get down first—"

He's a little reluctant to actually move though, and by the time he does unwrap a leg Veoc suddenly starts to walk, causing Eiden to cling back on instead.

"Veoc?!"

"Where did you put your slippers?" the major general asks while retracing Eiden's steps back down the hall. "It's getting cold, so you shouldn't be running around barefoot."

"That's—I probably left them in the kitchen, but! It's not far," Eiden protests. "Hey, I'm heavy..."

"No, you're light enough," Veoc reassures him. With usual military efficiency he tracks down the kitchen and the so-called slippers: discarded on the tiles besides a small crime scene of smashed tomatoes on the ground.

"Hahhh..." Eiden sighs at the sight. "Sorry, I'll clean that up—eh?" Once again he starts to get off, but Veoc suddenly turns and heads for the living room sofa instead.

"Leave it to me," he says while depositing Eiden on the cushions.

"Huhh? No, wait, you're the guest—"

"Slippers," Veoc says curtly in a tone that doesn't invite rebuke.

Eiden looks half-sulky, half-bemused. "I'm not that fragile, you know..."

"Mm, I understand." Veoc takes off the plastic bag hanging from his fingers next, depositing it in Eiden's lap. "I also brought a gift. Have a look while I bring your shoes."

"Uhm?" Eiden looks up just in time to see the major general hurry out of sight, his eyes surprisingly evasive. He figures he'll just quickly open the package and catch up with Veoc afterwards, but once he takes the box out of the bag, he pauses.

This is...a toothpick bird?

It didn’t look very expensive and was kind of cute, in an awkward, dopey way. The bird itself is white and gold, and pressing on its head would make it lower its beak and pick up a toothpick from a tray dispenser below. Did Veoc buy him this because he'd invited the guy over for meals?

Judging from the bag, it was probably from one of the local discount home goods stores. Perhaps Veoc had even bought it on the way to his house. Of course, Eiden didn’t care where he went shopping, but the thought of the tall man in military uniform browsing diligently through the aisles, maybe bending down to inspect the wares before carefully selecting this item to purchase, was really…

His shoulders started to shake as he struggled to suppress his emotions. No Eiden, you have to control yourself… It’s not cute, it’s just Veoc being Veoc….

Dammit, Veoc being Veoc is cute by default…!! He cradles the bird and its beady eyes while curling up on the sofa, unsure whether to laugh or yell.

—

"I've finished," Veoc announces shortly afterwards as he returns to the room. "Eiden?"

He can see the tufts of brown hair peeking out over the back of the sofa, but the man himself is awfully quiet. Holding Eiden's slippers in hand, the major general circles around to the front. "I have your shoes..."

He trails off, surprised at the sight of the other's extremely red face. It looked as if Eiden was trying to hold back something with difficulty...

"Are you—" "Veoc!"

Both of them speak at the same time. The next instant, Veoc has to step back as Eiden suddenly stands up on the sofa. The toothpick bird in his hands rolls next to his feet on the couch cushions, attracting the gaze of bright blue eyes who dim slightly at the sight.

Did he not like it...

"Thanks for the gift!"

The next second, warm arms fling themselves around his neck as the other glomps him. Veoc's hands wrap around Eiden's back automatically—fortunately, he still has presence of mind to hold onto the slippers.

"Ah..." Veoc exhales and hugs back, secretly savoring the close contact. "Yes, of course. You're welcome."

He pats Eiden on the back a few times before turning his head to smile at him. "I've dealt with the dropped tomatoes. Should we head back to the kitchen now?"

"Heheh, I should thank you for that too. Expect extra helpings!"

"I'll do my best to finish. By the way, why was your face so red?"

"That? Uhh...chasing after Chips gave me a workout!"

"Really?" Veoc's brows crease slightly. "Your stamina..."

"D-don't worry about it! My stamina's fine, hahah!"

"Do you want me to test it?" Veoc offers. "I can show you the basics from military training."

"T-there's no need! Besides, shouldn't we eat first?!"

And so, another morning passed in peace.

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moonlight aesthetic starters // (🛌) Our muses make a pillow fort.

Standing in Eiden's bedroom, Veoc eyes the pile of couch cushions, pillows, blankets, and poles that Eiden's gathered on the carpet floor in doubt. "I don't think this will be structurally sound..."

"Don't worry, it's just for fun!" Grinning despite himself, Eiden boldly takes Veoc's hand and leads him to treasure trove of soft, squishy materials.

It had started out as a normal evening. After work, Eiden had met up with Veoc for dinner while the two talked about their lives, and at one point the major general had expressed his interest in military forts. From what he gathered, things were far less mobile in the ancient era and unlike Syren, who was ship, weapon, barracks, and station all in one, Earth forts were simply freestanding structures standing around like sitting ducks for anyone to besiege and attack.

They didn't even have the simplest force fields to protect them from natural disasters.

In response, Eiden had promised to show him a pillow fort. Veoc didn't expect that meant taking apart Eiden's furniture to build one personally by hand. After a few failed tries, the major general finally got the hang of it and was securing the the last bit of "roofing" when Eiden poked his head out from inside the tent-like folds of a blanket.

"You should come in and take a look," he suggests casually.

Arching a brow, Veoc first brushes the string of lights hanging in Eiden's face out of the way, then ducks his head to take a peek. It's a small, intimate space with a floor of pillows and a soft duvet, with the human sitting cross-legged in the center.

"It doesn't look like there's much room," Veoc observes politely.

"It's more cozy this way—oh hang on, I'll get the lights," Eiden pauses to look for a socket before sticking in the plug. Instantly, the interior is lit up with a soft golden glow as the string lights come to life.

"They can blink too," Eiden adds enthusiastically while pressing a button. "Or change colors—was saving these for the Christmas tree, but it's not a bad idea to use them now, heh."

He pats the space besides him and tries again. "Come on. It's different from the inside."

Veoc hesitates. He still has some doubts about stability, but carefully adjusts his posture to half-crawl into the space. Once he's fully in, Eiden closes the blanket door behind him and holds it shut with a convenient clothespin, leaving them alone in the fort.

"What do you think?" Eiden asks after a while.

Veoc feels the soft flooring beneath him and exhales. "This wouldn't hold up in a military exercise."

"Pfft—!" He gets muffled laughter in return. "Like I said, it's not that kind of fort!"

Veoc turns to reply, but happens upon something extremely soft. He grasps it with his hand and picks it up, revealing an unusually long, beige-hued pillow with...ears and arms and legs? Some sort of animal, he guesses after spotting a nose and two round, dark eyes. "What is this?"

Eiden stops laughing to look, only to grin and push the pillow into Veoc's arms. "Hey, you've got Topper!"

"What's a Topper?" Veoc ends up half cradling the stuffed animal (?) pillow (?) against his chest.

"He's..." the human trails off, gaze growing nostalgic. "A friend of a friend who's not here anymore. A girl I know liked him too, and made a giant body pillow of him for me..."

Never mind that Mary Sue's ultimate goal with the Prototype Topper Body Pillow was marketing goods for her Quincy fanclub—that would be another afternoon of explanations for Veoc to understand.

When Veoc hears "friend," he tries to return the Topper pillow to Eiden, but the latter insists he hold onto it instead. "It looks good with you," Eiden encourages.

"Your friend is an accessory?" Veoc cracks a smile and rests Topper whimsically on his head.

It's a lethal strike, one that leaves Eiden breathless as he stammers again. "N-no but, you know what? You can keep him there."

Now it's Veoc's turn to look helpless. "I won't be able to do much like this."

"Ah well, I was just kidding, hahah...!"

They eventually move on to other things. Eiden's managed to sneak in his laptop and coaxes Veoc to watch a movie with him. Intrigued by the concept of Earth movies, the major general agrees.

...not expecting him to say yes so quickly, Eiden sits up in a flash. "Then I should make some popcor—"

Too late, his head bumps into one of the pillow supports for the blanket roof, loosening it too much. The entire pillow fort starts to collapse seconds afterward, and Eiden instinctively shields himself from the avalanche of sticks and blankets and cushions that he's sure will fall his way.

In the middle of the chaos, something tackles him to the ground.

But nothing hits him after that.

Instead there's something pinning him down, as well as a wave of heat—he opens his eyes to see an eyeful of Veoc's shirt at chest level, with the rest of the major general kneeling above him to shield him from the barrage. The pinning sensation was the man's knees straddling him at the hips to keep him in place.

Eiden's eyes dart up to Veoc's face as red rushes to his cheeks. The major general seems nonplussed, pushing aside a segment of blanket draped over his head to let in the cooler air from outside their ruined fort before looking back at him.

"All you all right?"

"...huh? Uh, sure! Yeah, I'm fine!"

Veoc straightens up next, pushing cushions and string lights aside as he stays on his knees. "It's fortunate that we chose only soft materials to construct your fort."

"R-right...'' Eiden tries to sit up, but isn't sure what to do after pushing himself upright. He ends up propping himself up with his arms while watching Veoc work. "We can rebuild it again pretty quickly."

"Yes, I can think of a few improvements to brace the supports..."

Eiden stares at the man who seems perfectly fine, and sighs internally. Why was he the only one getting flustered? Until he hears a cough, and blinks to see Veoc deftly unbuttoning the first few buttons of his shirt.

"It's a bit hot," he offers by way of explanation before turning away. Alas, that gives the human a perfect view of his pink-tipped ears.

Eiden grins.

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Gift delivery! It's quite the package too! Inside silver starry wrappers you'll find a big canvas with two of your cats painted in cuddled up! With it comes a stethoscope, leaning to smaller side, from it hangs decorative resin stars, hand made just like that painting - the blue they hold is about that of your eyes. Among everything you'll find blue rock candy in silver candy wrappers.

The card that comes with it comes with a self portrait of the sender and a message: " we should go stargazing together sometimes, bring this with you then! 🌟 let's meet even more next year! I don't know if you celebrate Christmas but I know I want to pop by... for now just have this.

I'm fortunate having met you"

So many gifts...

Veoc looks a little overwhelmed as he digs through the candy before ponderously licking one of the candy "rocks." It's sweet as promised, so he plops the whole thing into his mouth while admiring the rest of the haul.

The portraits of Stella and Pumi are beautiful—the former seems to think so too, meowing at the painting. Pumi is a little more judgmental, turning his butt to the canvas while attacking some of the silvery wrappers that came with the gift.

He plays with the little telescope next, looking through the opening and zooming in on the blobs of paint that made up Eiden's creation. It would be nice to use this with Eiden for stargazing...Veoc wonders if he needs to bring the resin stars hanging off it too.

He might as well, they're cute.

Of course the painting gets hung up over his bed—right in the center spot of honor—but the card gives him pause. Running his fingers over Eiden's attractive self-portrait, Veoc smiles. Then he sets the card right on the bedside table with the other's face looking at him. There were no stores open today, but he'd like to buy a frame to keep the card in...it wouldn't do for Eiden's face to get dusty.

Pumi suddenly pounces over to bat the card off the nightstand. Luckily, Veoc catches it before it falls down, and after a serious lecture to his cat (who ignores it to lick his hand), the major general decides to store it in a drawer until he can display it safely.

He settles back in bed as his cats curl up around him, wondering idly what Eiden was up to now...