#I need to write their first date fic

[myinterestsvary-writes]

Mitsukuni was well aware of Reiko, Haruhi, and the twins trying to make him do more curses but he’s less complacent because he’s grown to like and respect Reiko after getting to know her. He wants to know more about her so he wants reciprocal effort from her instead of just doing it because he wants her to go away. Stan Honey for being such a patient, healthy love example of a young man. He’s such a nice, comforting guiding figure of support. ❤️

Also, he’s teasing her and calling her cute (which is what these characters tend to say when romantic feelings are budding or full blown). He appreciates her for how she is.

Eating food together in the cafeteria, the main motif for love in Ouran. (Also above, quality time along with more food that’s not cake or sweet.)

[gothic-btch]

Kaeya tries too hard with getting Albedo to like him, overly flirting, touching, seeking him out, obsessing over him and trying to always be around him

Albedo tries hard to distance himself from Kaeya bc he doesn't know what the hell this feeling inside of him is but he's pretty sure literal butterflies have found their way into his stomach to torture him and somehow Kaeya's the one who did it to him

Diluc is pissed bc he thinks that Albedo is leading his brother on, and who does he think he is? So like the good big brother he is he goes to give Albedo the shovel talk and Albedo is all like "what's a crush" and Diluc realizes that he isn't a jerk, just dumb

Kaeya ends up giving up bc he's like, Albedo clearly doesn't like me, I don't wanna harass this dude plus I look desperate.

Diluc helps Albedo start reciprocating Kaeya's feelings, then they realize that he gave up so now they need a new plan. Except Diluc doesn't talk to his brother so he tries to hangout with him to get to know him better and Kaeya's all suspicious

Kaeya thinks that Albedo and Diluc have joined forces bc they both hate him and now feels super shitty and sad about it. Every time the two try to interact with him he thinks it's a plan to humiliate or hurt him and gets super depressed

Albedo and Diluc don't understand what they're doing wrong and amp it up 10× (now also trying to get Diluc and Kae to fix their relationship) and they just make everything worse

Klee is basically the go to vent person in all of this (not venting all their feelings ofc, but Klee is super helpful regardless) and through the power of Klee everything ends up perfect in the end

Diluc and Kaeya are brothers again, Kaeya and Albedo are dating, and Diluc and Albedo each earned a new friend

[luxaofhesperides]

For ghostlights: baby Ellie + tired Danny + Duke the baby whisperer?

He has no idea how his parents did it. 

Babies are exhausting. Toddlers more so. Any infants in the strange stage in-between? Doubly so. 

Ellie is wonderful and sweet and cute and such a terror that Danny genuinely has no idea how his parents managed to raise not one, but two kids. For all their eccentricities and absent-mindedness, he and Jazz turned out pretty well. Ignoring the whole halfa thing because that’s more his fault than theirs even if Jazz says they shouldn’t have created the dangerous environment in the first place.

That environment is exactly why Danny refuses to let Ellie go to his house in Amity Park. His parents say they’ve disabled all the weapons and ecto-sensors since he’s had to reveal himself as Phantom, but he knows that things slip their minds and if they can’t guarantee that the house is safe, then Ellie isn’t going in there. Simple as that. 

This means that they live somewhere else now. Danny had thought about it, during the hours Ellie was asleep and he was awake, exhausted and worn down to his bones, and took Jazz’s advice to accept Vlad’s offer of buying a house for him. Except he argued Vlad down to an apartment in a city of his choosing where he wouldn’t stand out too much and he would be safe, or as safe as he can be, from anyone trying to hunt down ghosts. 

So here they are. Standing in the empty living room of their new apartment in Gotham. 

Gotham may not be very safe as a city, but it’s good for two ghosts trying to pass as normal. 

Danny sighs yet again, and looks at the space he’ll need to fill. At least Vlad is footing the bill. It’s the least he can do for creating Ellie. Frostbite was the one who was able to stabilize her, though it was almost too late and resulted in her reforming as a baby, just one and a half years old. Jazz is the one who’s choosing most of the furniture, thankfully, so it’s something that Danny doesn’t need to worry about it.

It’s a new start to their lives and it feels so empty. So overwhelming. How did his parents do it? How do any parents do it?

Ellie smacks a small palm against his cheek and babbles lightly.

“I know, Ellie,” Danny says, giving her a tired smile. “Don’t worry, we’ll have this place looking good in no time.”

He adjusts her in his arms, then heads towards the bedroom. It’s the only room that has any furniture, and all that’s there is a bed, a crib, and a bookcase. There are a few boxes on the floor, labeled ‘bedroom’ and ‘clothing’ and ‘books’. Most of it came from his bedroom in Amity Park, but he’s pretty sure he caught Jazz sneaking a few things in before they closed the boxes and loaded them up into the car. 

“Can you be good for five minutes?” he asks Ellie. 

She babbles again and smacks his shoulder.

“I’m taking that as an agreement. Just let me open these boxes and start unpacking before you start causing trouble, okay?”

Ellie makes another sound, but it seems agreeable so Danny carefully lays her down in the crib and gets to peeling off the tape on the boxes. The opens the one labeled ‘bedroom’ first, finding blankets and sheets folded and stacked in vacuum sealed bags. One of them is his old childhood blanket, the one he carried around everywhere that was faded with age, barely blue, with white bunnies decorating it. 

He was so small when he had this. It makes him oddly emotional to unpack it and pass it on to Ellie, draping it over her so her pudgy little hands can grab at it. 

This is no time to cry, though! He forces himself to focus and makes his own bed, shaking out the sheets and fluffing up the pillows. He’ll worry about washing everything later; Vlad made sure to get an apartment with an in-unit washer and dryer, which means he was actually sensible while apartment hunting for Danny. 

He doesn’t mean to flop onto the bed once it’s made, but he ends up there anyways. He’s barely gotten a full six hours of uninterrupted sleep since Frostbite deemed Ellie healthy enough to leave his care. The drive up to Gotham was long and wore him down to his bones.

He doesn’t mean to fall asleep, but he does, drifting off as he wonders, distantly, when Jazz will be back from getting them dinner.

Ellie wakes him up at dawn with a loud cry. Danny jolts awake, heart pounding in his chest as he panics because Ellie isn’t here, she’s supposed to be in his arms, where is she? And then he sees the crib, where Ellie is staring at him through the bars, and he nearly collapses with relief. 

“Morning, El,” he says, voice rough from sleep, as he picks her up. She just stares up at him, then leans forward and rests her head against his shoulder.

It’s quiet moments like these that make his heart melt. Ellie’s had a hard life already; he wants to give her a better one, this time around. 

A quick check of the time on his nearly dead phone shows that it’s barely past six in the morning, and Jazz texted him a few times. All about furniture, saying that she didn’t want to wake them and that food is in the fridge. 

It’s only the mention of food that makes him realize how ravenous he’s feeling. Danny makes a beeline for the kitchen, ignoring everything else, and pulls out the boxes of take-out Jazz left stacked in the fridge. He devours it like he’s been starving for weeks, then gives Ellie her Ecto-Jello, the only food she’s allowed to eat until Frostbite gives the okay for solid, human food. 

Once he’s got her burped and cleaned up, Danny looks out of the kitchen and realizes that Jazz was very productive while he was asleep. The living room isn’t empty anymore; a dark green couch is against the wall, a low, rectangular coffee table made of dark wood in front of it. Two armchairs are on both sides of the couch, and a television has been installed, fixed into the wall. 

Jazz is asleep on the couch. Her legs hang off an armrest and she’s drooling slightly. 

Her phone is charging on the floor, so Danny takes it and snaps a picture of her for later teasing, then sends it to himself and writes a note to her that he’s going out with Ellie to explore the neighborhood.

He’s finally feeling more settled, energized from sleep and food.

In the warm dawn light spilling in through the windows, Danny looks down at Ellie and thinks that they’ll be just fine after all. 

. . .

Four months ago, Danny had hope. He was optimistic. 

Gotham was a fresh start, a new lease of life for Ellie. It is Danny’s attempt to be a single parent, sacrificing college for Ellie, and he’s planning to go out and beat the gangs black and blue if they start anymore shootouts in the next year.

He had just gotten Ellie to sleep. She was actually peacefully taking a nap.

And then a drive by shooter raced down the street, gunshots echoing down the road, and Ellie work up crying. She still hasn’t stopped, despite how Danny rocked her, soothing her as best he could.

They had been outside when Ellie fell asleep, her head on his shoulder. He had been catching up with Sam and Tucker when the car drove by, people ducking and crying out to avoid the bullets. Danny instinctively covered Ellie and made them both intangible, saving them from any stray bullets, but they ruined her nap and he needs to make them pay for that. 

“Shh,” he soothes, “You’re okay. We’re both fine. It’s okay, El, it’s okay.” 

Her little hands clutch at his back, twisting the fabric of his shirt, and she lets out a heartbreaking wail. He pats her back, hurrying down the street to get back to his apartment building, ignoring the looks people were giving them as they passed by. 

“I know it was scary, but you’re alright. You’re always safe with me, El.”

Ellie’s cries down down a little, but they don’t stop. She whimpers, burying her face against his shoulder as he finally reaches their apartment building.

The door’s locked, which wouldn’t be a problem except Danny can’t get his keys from his pocket. He knows he has them! But his pocket refuses to relinquish them and he has to stop every few seconds to pat Ellie’s back, trying in vain to calm her down. 

“We’ll be inside in a second,” he tells her, trying to keep the frustration out of his voice, “as soon as I can get these freaking keys!”

“Hey, you alright?”

Danny startles, whirling around so fast it makes Ellie go quiet, clinging to him so she doesn’t get flung into the air. There’s a guy standing before him in a gray hoodie, looking at him with clear concern. It speaks to Danny’s level of constant exhaustion that he hadn’t clocked someone sneaking up behind him. 

The guy offers an awkward smile. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you or anything. Um, do you need me to open to door? I live here too.”

Danny wonders for a moment if this someone dangerous, someone hoping to hurt Ellie, but she starts to cry again and he steps to the side. “Please. I can’t get my keys.”

“I’m Duke, by the way. I don’t think I’ve seen you around here before.”

“Danny,” he replies, watching as Duke pulls out a large key ring, jangling with the amount of keychains on it, and easily opens the door. “I’ve been here a few months, but I’m usually inside. Or walking around in the mornings with this little monster.”

“That would explain it,” Duke says as he holds the door open, letting Danny in first. “I’m usually in classes at GCU, but I decided to take a mental health day after my lab, so here I am.”

Danny walks in and waits for Duke to follow, making sure the door closes properly behind them. “Thanks. How is GCU? What do you study? I was thinking of going there myself once she gets a little older and can go to school.”

“Oh, I’m majoring in English and Human Services.” He goes to say more, but Ellie wails again and Danny winces.

“I’m so sorry. That drive by woke her up and it’s really rattled her.”

“Hey, no need to apologize. I get it, Gotham is rough to kids.”

Danny tries rocking her back and forth, but it doesn’t help. He resigns himself to another hour of her crying before she exhausts herself, and makes for the stairs, going up to the fourth floor. Duke holds open the door again, then follows after them. It makes Danny wonder if Duke is planning to do something to them, then decides he can beat Duke in a fight, so it’s fine.

Duke doesn’t try to hurt them or steal Ellie away. He opens the door to their floor and stops before they do. “I’m in here,” he says, “If you ever need me to open more doors.”

“Thanks. Um, actually, I might need help opening mine?”

Duke just smiles and makes his way back to them, following them farther into the hall until Danny stops in front of his apartment. 

“If I could just get my keys,” he starts.

“Here, let me hold her for a second so you can get them,” Duke offers. Danny wants to insist that it’s fine, but Ellie cries directly into his ear and Danny, at the end of his rope, passes her over. 

Like magic, Ellie settles as soon as she’s in Duke’s arms. She sniffles and hides her face away, clutching to Duke’s hoodie, but she stops crying. They both go still, surprised, and stare down at her. 

“Seriously?” Danny says as he finally pulls out his keys, “Are you trying to say that I’m the problem?”

Ellie babbles lightly, and Duke turns his head to futilely hide his grin.

He grumbles as he unlocks the door and pushes it open. Ellie is acting as if she’s never been upset before a day in her life, making herself at home in Duke’s arms. 

“I can’t believe this. Betrayed by my own blood.”

Duke laughs as he follows Danny into his apartment, lightly patting Ellie’s back. “It’s always the smallest, cutest ones that do this.”

“Yeah? Do you work with a lot of kids or something? Used to being betrayed by the little ones?”

“I don’t work with kids per se,” Duke says, “But my foster family is a hot mess and the youngest of them likes to keep us all on our toes.”

“Family,” Danny says in a tired, fond tone.

“Family,” Duke agrees.

With his door open and Ellie calm, Danny’s ready to just lay face down on the floor for the rest of the day and not deal with anything else. He moves to take Ellie back, holding his arms out, and Duke tries to pass her over.

The key word being tries. 

Ellie tightens her grip and kicks at Danny. She refuses to be taken away from Duke, making him awkwardly try to pry her off his hoodie. Danny really hopes Duke doesn’t notice how she goes slightly intangible to make his hands fall through her arms and legs. It shouldn’t be noticeable, but it’s hard to focus on anything but a kid that clings to you, so Danny holds out for Duke’s goodwill and silence.

“As nice as it is to meet you, you need to go back to your… parent?” Danny nods when Duke looks at him in askance. “You need to go back to your parent. Okay? Come on, kid, he’s waiting for you.”

Ellie shakes her head, makes a frustrated noise, and then turns and reaches out a grabby hand towards Danny. 

She still refuses to be taken from Duke when Danny tries to pick her up again, so he settles with just letting her hold two of his fingers. 

“I’m so sorry about this,” he says to Duke, face burning. This is why he hasn’t been going out and being social since he moved in; Ellie is a handful even on the best days, and Danny doesn’t want someone to judge him as unfit to parent her and have her taken away.

Duke shakes his head, stepping closer. “It’s all good, man. I don’t mind. It’s not like I had any plans today. I’m already skipping my classes, might as well spend it with you two than sleep all day.”

“Are you sure? I’d be happy to invite you in, but I know Ellie can be a lot and not everyone wants to spend their day off with a baby.”

“I’m sure. Besides, I’d just be down the hall anyways. It’s no skin off my back, man.”

“Well,” Danny says, stepping to the side to give Duke full access to his open doorway, “Come on in, then.”

Ellie keeps them connected, one hand in Duke’s hoodie and the other holding Danny’s fingers, and though her cheeks are still red from how hard she had been crying, she’s calm now with her eyes shining with mischief. 

As the door closes behind them, Danny realizes that this is the first time someone he’s not related to has been inside his apartment. Not even Vlad has come in, always choosing to invite Danny and Ellie out for lunch instead. 

It should make him nervous, but Duke is calm and easy going and kind. 

He’s making silly faces at Ellie to make her laugh, completely at ease with her in his arms, as if he’s done this a thousand times before. 

Gotham is a second chance at life for Ellie. It’s a sacrifice for Danny, to be alone and without friends or family around. He’d been ready to give up everything for Ellie, to focus solely on raising her, but with Duke filling his apartment with laughter, he thinks that he can make a life here too.

All he needs to do is take that first step, reach his hand out, ask Duke to stick around.

He can do this.

[daffi-990]

WIP Wednesday 📝

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Have something gooey sweet from my Buddie First Date WIP … which is almost done.

Prev snippet here

Eddie opens his mouth, then closes it again before he’s erupting into laughter. His eyes are crinkled, his smile open and wide, dimples out in full force and Buck is hit with a wave of love so intense he thinks it would knock him over if he didn’t have Eddie anchoring him.

If Helen of Troy had a smile anywhere near as beautiful as Eddie’s, Buck understands why Menelaus launched a thousand ships to see it again, and why Paris stole her away in the first place.

Eventually, Eddie's laughter dies down into a soft smile that spreads warmth through Buck's chest. He could watch Eddie like this for hours, lost in the beauty of his joy.

Eddie's eyes meet Buck's, his head tilting inquisitively as if trying to read his thoughts. “You okay?”

Buck nods his head. "Yeah," he wraps his arms around Eddie's waist and pulls him closer. "Just thinking about how lucky I am to be your last first date.”

Eddie leans into Buck's embrace, resting his head against Buck's shoulder with a content sigh. “Wouldn’t want it to be anyone else.”

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[oros-ash3s]

Takes place in the DOMESTIC BLISS arc

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Alastair has been in love with Atlas for ten years.

Atlas was the first boy he really met outside of the church, the only people he was allowed to come into contact with being his brother, Father Julius and Mother Elise, and the previous Archives Master. Atlas is the first person he became friends with, the person that he naturally clicked with.

Atlas was unlike anything he had ever seen before. Quiet and mysterious, he was enticing, interesting. He seemed to know so much that Alastair didn’t, a headstrong leader that wasn’t afraid to make hard decisions. He could be harsh and powerful, yet gentle and soft at the same time, going all smooth around the edges whenever he was around Alastair.

He was beautiful too. To a boy so deeply in denial and the closet, he was like a gateway to a whole entire other life. With a toned, muscular figure, edgy style, and swirling ink designs all along his torso, he was every closeted guy’s dream.

The two fit like a puzzle piece. They balance each other out, Atlas’ gruffness contrasted with Alastair’s timidness; Alastair’s insecurities instantly reassured by Atlas’ caring, selfless nature.

Atlas is the very thing that Alastair has been waiting all his life for.

He’s battled with himself, with his sexuality. With his identity as a gay man. He’s gotten over his fear of himself, of the unknown. And throughout all of it, even with all their fights, all their break ups, Atlas has always been there. Even if it was only a picture, or a vague memory. He has always been there.

He always will be.

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“Atlas…. I’m— I’m so sorry.”

Alastair is dripping head to toe, face scrunched up as a frown tugs at the corners of his mouth, hair splayed across forehead in a sopping mess. His voice oozes with sincerity, brows drawn in a tight line as he stares down into Atlas’ eyes, watching the other boy imploringly.

Everything that could have gone wrong already has.

Alastair has been planning this night for weeks in advance. Marking every single moment down to the very second, checking for anything that might get in their way. He’d cleared out Atlas’ schedule for the next three days, bribed some other members to cover for him in case anything came up.

He’d scoured the city for things to do, even managed to get his hands on a sleek black limousine for the night. He’d found only the most posh, deluxe five-star restaurant in town, the place which had been practically impossible to get into. Reservations had to be made far in advance, but by some miracle he landed them a spot in the VIP section on the roof, away from any other guests. Following that was a tour through one of the cities’ private parks, finishing off with a picnic under the stars.

All the works, only for the most special boy in the entire world.

It was of course that everything unexpected had to interrupt Alastair’s perfect date plans, throwing him and Atlas on a wild goose chase across the city. Nothing could go right, not even on the most important night of his entire life.

One broken down limo, failed reservation, and rainstorm later, he finds himself standing under an open awning, his expensive new suit completely soaked through.

“Atlas— oh gosh, I’m so, so sorry,” Alastair is rambling, one hand tangled through his sopping head of hair with a tense grip, his words coming out sharp and rushed. “This is all my fault. It was supposed— It was supposed to be special. I was going to take you out. Properly. We were going to stargaze, and….” He cuts himself short, hanging his head, shame emanating off of him. “This is a mess. I’m sorry.”

Rain patters against the cement only inches away from them. It’s harsh and heavy, not letting up any time soon by the looks of it. Water pools around their feet, sloshing around at Alastair’s frantic pacing.

Tonight was supposed to be perfect. He’d planned out everything. The weather forecast hadn’t called for any rain, clouds, or disturbances. He’d been checking the weather app almost daily now, and nothing had changed. Everything had been set, the most incredible, show-stoppingly romantic date just waiting for them.

It was supposed to be perfect.

“Ugh, my suit…” Alastair whines, pulling at the drenched fabric. He regrets wearing a white shirt, the rain having turned the once smooth, titanium colour transparent. There is not one thing that was saved from this horrid night, their picnic abruptly interrupted by their terrible rainstorm. Could not one thing go right, just once? Just this once?

It is the sound of laughter that interrupts his fussing.

Atlas snorts, hand just barely covering the grin that has spread across his face, the corners of his mouth curling up. “Sorry,” he wheezes, trying and failing to stifle his giggles. “It’s just—” He waves his hand in Alastair’s general direction, another loose laugh escaping from his lips.

It dawns on Alastair that he must look incredibly stupid right now. Wringing his hands, pacing back and forth, combing his fingers through his hair; stressing, stressing, stressing. His expression flips from anxious to confused within seconds, mouth falling open quite embarrassingly at Atlas’ sudden outburst.

Atlas bites his lip in an effort to hide his smile, stepping closer and taking Alastair by both of his hands. He truly looks beautiful, despite their circumstances. A section of his hair has been pulled up in an intricate up-do, silver pins adorning it, sparkling under the moonlight. The rest of his hair cascades down his shoulders freely, this silky wave of sleek ebony that appears a deep shade of navy from the reflection outside. His make-up has been smudged, glitter and sparkles and what must’ve once been his eyeliner streaking his cheeks.

He’s dressed in this low-cut black button-up and leather pant combo, jewelry sparkling from upon his golden skin. A smirk tugs at his lips, violet eyes alight with humour. “You’re cute when you’re all flustered.” He murmurs, voice soft and sultry. His hands trail across Alastair’s torso, smoothing down the rumbled fabric of his suit.

He smells good, too. A new cologne, perhaps. It’s just as distracting as Atlas’s touch upon his skin, that familiar metallic smell mixing with something richer catching Alastair’s nose. The sight of his boyfriend in front of him, bathed in hues of purples and blues, reduces him to a shaky mess, the very notion of Atlas being so close still something that turns his heart all patter-y and fast.

“What—“ Alastair stammers, mumbling something unintelligible. He can feel his face burn, his cheeks undoubtedly flushed a bright pink that he normally would hate. But tonight, with Atlas smiling up at him, it doesn’t seem so bad.

“And a little rain hasn’t ever killed anybody.” Atlas says, still smiling. Rain droplets track down his face, dripping from his chin. He’s only soaking the both of them further, trying with no avail to fix the mess Alastair has made of himself. Alastair finds that he doesn’t really care, because Atlas is touching him and gently straightening the wrinkles in his jacket, and that’s all that matters. “You didn’t ruin anything.”

“But I did!” Alastair says with an indignant huff, standing a little straighter. “I was going to take you out on the best date ever, and all I did was make a mess of our plans. We didn’t even get to the restaurant because of me—”

Atlas shushes him with a finger pushed to his lips. His smile doesn’t waver, even as Alastair continues to ramble on frantically. “Maybe not. But some fancy restaurant doesn’t matter to me,” he says with a low chuckle, glancing away for a millisecond before meeting Alastair’s gaze again. His eyes are sharp and enchanting as ever, glowing faintly. They steal the breath from Alastair’s throat. “All I care about is being with you.”

Atlas’ fingers weave through Alastair’s tangled locks, combing gently through the strands. “And this is the best date I’ve ever been on, so you’ve got nothing to worry about.” His face is only inches away from Alastair’s now, breath a hushed whisper against his skin. “Tonight was perfect.”

Alastair opens his mouth to say something — anything — but his tongue seems to be trapped at the back of his throat. He swallows heavily, Atlas’ closeness suddenly intimidating.

“I love you.” Atlas whispers.

He’s kissing Alastair before he even has the chance to say it back.

And suddenly nothing matters anymore. Not the rain or the disaster of his carefully planned date. Not his tattered suit and not their crumpled takeout bag, abandoned at their feet. All he cares about is Atlas’ lips on his, moving in soft, slow rhythm, a sort of touch that seems to have been waiting for him his entire life.

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But I don't wanna talk about anything

I don't wanna talk about anything

I wanna kiss, kiss your eyes again

Wanna witness your eyes looking

— Anything by Adrianne Lenker

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[verfound]

FIC: "Almost Perfect" (MLB; Lukanette)

Characters/Pairings: Luka Couffaine, Marinette Dupain-Cheng; Luka Couffaine/Marinette Dupain-Cheng

Rating: General

Summary: Luka and Marinette had the perfect first date.  Well…almost.  There was one thing that could have made it better…

Author’s Notes/Warnings: @airi-p4 dropped this prompt, and it’s not quite what she was asking for but…it kept the spirit?

“Almost Perfect”

“I had a great time tonight,” she said as they approached the bakery’s back door.  The front was dark – as it should be, what with how…not late, but later than her parents would be up considering they had work the next day.  Later than she would be up herself, if tomorrow was a school day.

Not so late for a Saturday, though, and definitely not so late that her parents would worry.  Luka had been a perfect gentleman all night, getting her home well before the midnight curfew her parents had set.

“It’s a date, mon choux!” her papa laughed as he slapped some dough against the table.  “I think you can stay out a bit later than usual, don’t you?”

…she had wondered, quite a few times that week, if her parents were maybe more excited about the date than she was.  (And she had been very excited, when he had finally asked.)

[set-wingedwarrior]

What it feels like when I mess up a convo with Aoi

[hidey-writes]

six sentence sunday

There is no unselfish reason to stay. Gu Yiran was never going to belong here in Halan; he’d only been kidding himself all this time that things were changing.  Zheng Bei is still standing there, silent, three steps in past the door. His head and shoulders silhouetted by the square yellow light of the front windows. Gu Yiran looks past him, out through the windows at the empty air above the apartment courtyard and says, “Yes, I think I’ll only stay until the case closes,” and feels the unfamiliarity of the word until in his mouth. He hasn’t been able to see an ending coming for years.

anyway, i've decided i really want to lean into the imminent tension of the case closing and gyr potentially leaving since in canon we glossed over this completely via gu yiran's phone call skills. also, i have become obsessed with zheng bei's yellow front windows apparently, this is the second, maybe third bit i've written this week that involves those yellow windows.

[thisisnotkitty]

Ness tending to Mike's injuries 😭

me when i steal the scene from the movie and make it securitywaiter

-so yknow when mike is like “yeah ill trade in abby for garrett (which like why did he do that lmao) and gets just like mauled by the animatronics

-anyways instead of vanessa finding him ness had actually gone in to snoop around freddy’s bc thats what he does as a conspriacy theorist

-he gets there just in time to save mike but mike’s like,, OUT so he takes him back to his apartment to fix him up

-while mike takes a while to wake up ness begins cleaning his wounds and stitching him up and there’s a brief moment when mike is nearly all cleaned up that he looks kinda peaceful(?) lying on ness’s couch and ness is like “huh” but he doesn’t quite get why his heart speeds up a bit

-as ness finishes cleaning him up he starts humming and singing gently and it kinda wakes mike up but he’s still a little out of it and can’t quite open his eyes fully so he’s just like “are you an angel?” bc he fully thought he died back there lmao

-and ness just laughs and goes “i’m fully human as far as i know. the name’s ness and i found you at freddy’s which is lucky for you bc it looked like you were in a bit of trouble there” bc he’s cheeky like that

-and mikes still a little dazed and confused from the blood loss but still he’s like “wait a minute… narrows eyes why were You at freddy’s”

-ness is just like “well you see it’s a long story” and mike just looks down at this injuries with a look that says well i’m clearly not going anywhere soon so i’ve got time

-ness starts explaining the fnaf lore while bandaging up mike and mike is trying to pay attnetion bc this is kinda imp but he can’t help but get distracted with how gentle ness is handling his arm and maybe he’s still a bit dazed but he swears this guy’s voice is a bit melodic and oh. oh.

-mike hasn’t really been in the dating scene much bc of abby so when he realizes that he might be developing a crush on this guy he’s known for a grand total of 30 minutes (and he was only awake for 10 of those) he begins to panic a bit

-uhhhh yeah. they go back to freddys and vanessa’s there and they save abby and it’s pretty much the last bit of the movie but w ness there now! (i couldn’t figure out how to end this im so sorry)

prompts, hcs, whatever random thoughts you guys have on these silly little fellas pls be sure to send them my way bc im going a Bit insane

[heademptie]

many thoughts. no write.

been staring at the doc for an hour.

(Fic ships in order: Ghoap x reader, Price x reader, mostly Ghoap with some x reader)

[boleynqueenes]

nowe thus in chronological order (so far)...IF anyone cares <3

December 1518

October 1521 + October 1521

December 1521

February 1522

July 1525

December 1525

1526 (short excerpt), 2

January 1526 (short excerpt)

February 1526 (short excerpt) + short excerpt

March 1526 + March 1526 (2) + March 1526 (3 and 4) (need to edit order, this is order posted not chronological, note to self...)

August 1526

December 1526

1527 (short excerpt)

May 1527

March 1528 + March 1528

June + July 1528 + June 1528

October 1528

December 1528

Late 1530 (short excerpt)

Late 1530 (short excerpt, 2)

October 1530

February 1531

February 1533

April 1533

October 1533 (short excerpt)

February 1534 (short excerpt, before 'read more')

Summer 1534 + short excerpt (reblog, 2nd one)

September 1534 + September 1534 + September 1534 + September 1534

December 1534

January 1535

July 1535 (short excerpt)

And then the 1535 scenes (thus far) are the only ones which are traditionally linear, so I'll leave those be for now...

[meownotgood]

50,000 words. 50k words of aki sex. five zero zero zero zero. aki sex.

[eversncenewyork]

:)

[guessimwritingblushblushnow]

Masterlist

Rules

I'll update as I go, but for now:

Main fic:

Chapter 1

Headcannons:

Nimh General Headcannons

Asks:

Cashew Ramble

[tsukumocest]

i just saw the ask thing so if you're still doing those gimme 10 - describe their first date. and I'm talking abt the first time they both verbally consciously acknowledge a date (however that happened)

tumblr after refusing to show me this ask WTF evil

this is so cute :) ok. ok. i think ima calls everything they do together a date and goes on and on about their valuable pure sibling bonding time. so for a real romantic first date kako has to be the one to say she wants to go out. ima almost dies instantly upon hearing this, but locks in, realizes his dreams are all realized, etc etc and tries to plan it all up

theyd probably go a city over (or as far as they can go in-universe lol) to avoid being recognized. although they still look very similar so everyone who sees them has to play siblings-or-dating

ima would save up, do all sorts of shady shit to afford a nice dinner. Kako doesn’t really mind where they go but thinks it’s cute that he’s trying so hard. they end up at probably the equivalent of chili’s because they are like 14 and think it is fine dining. ima eats a triple dipper NASTY. Kako gets one of those cutesy drinks with the Swedish fish in it. he keeps trying to feed her and orders her dessert and lies and says it’s her birthday so the staff has to sing to her. anyway

after dinner theyd probably catch a movie. ima is getting absolutely everything from a list of top ten things to do on first dates. they pick some horror movie and he holds her during the scary parts (even though shes not really scared and just calls him stupid).

some sort of mishap happens despite all of Ima’s planning. maybe there’s rain or something. anyway he thinks he’s literally the worst and should kill himself and kako tells him he’s a dork and that she doesn’t care. he still insists she gets the entire umbrella. gentleman.

at the end of it it’s kinda awkward because they have to just go back to the same home. Kako still makes a big deal at the entranceway about wanting a kiss and just plays the shy little sister act until he does it.

[solar-halos]

can someone go on anon and tell me how they really feel about everlark