#probably the latter I love that sappy shit

[fishyartist]

Tumblrina 2 me btw. Would ride up and say some shit like “I’m not trans but I believe in their beliefs” or maybe say some shit about leaving to “steal some shoelaces” then kicking Joe Biden in the sack or something

[c0zy-fluff]

Hey guys, I think it's about time I talk to y'all about smth......

GOLDENTHUNDER HCS!!!!!!!!

- When Poe first met Simon, their first impression of him was the pompous rich asshole that don't give two shits bout anyone else but himself (which is mostly right), but when they started to hang out with Simon more in the graveyard, they saw a bit more to him than just the rich bitch.

- When there's a time where Simon and Poe go out together on a date during the day, when Simon picks up Poe from their home, he always brings an umbrella (a dark one :3) for them cuz he knows they don't like the sunlight

- We know Poe likes listening to music in the graveyard, yeah? Well, they bring earbuds, not only for themself, but also in case Simon drops by to hang w/ them

- Simon is either a good flirt or an absolute mess w/ Poe. There is no in-between.

- When Simon flirts a lot w/ Poe and tries to get them flustered, Poe just turns their head towards Simon, gives him a deadpan stare for a second or two, and gives him a quick, small kiss and turns their head back to what they were looking at before, as Simon freaks tf out or just breaks on spot (and Poe is secretly proud of themself)

- Both of them would be the type to try and keep the relationship a secret cuz of Simon's reputation as Mr. Popular (that part was probably more of Poe's decision cuz secretly self conscious ooooooo) and also cuz no one would think those two would ever be a thing due to their trope together (however, a certain bat knows shhhhhhhh :}c)

- In public, they'd be absolutely at each other's throats; flipping each other off, insulting each other (and ofc they don't mean it, but it still hurts), and even getting into small scraps sometimes. But when they're alone, they're both a chill and a bit of a sappy couple (and they also apologize for the insults they had to make up about the other on the spot, which is the last thing you'd actually expect from either of them alone)

- When falling in love w/ one another, Poe would immediately realize they fell in love w/ the douchebag, and try to bang their head on a table to try and get Simon out of their mind (it doesn't work lol).

Meanwhile, if you were to ask Simon if he was in love with Poe, Simon would try to deny that he's got a thing for the emo, edgy raven who's also cute, funny, unique, understanding, and- ...oh. (Yeah, he'd be an idiot in love lmao)

- Simon would be one of the very first critters to actually get Poe to smile. Like, they're both just friends hanging out at a graveyard just walking around, and suddenly Simon trips over a gravestone accidentally and he hears something and soon sees something too, but it's just a small glimpse of it. Something...that would be unlikely to happen in a million years with anyone else; Poe gave a little chuckle and a small smile. Simon's had that memory on loop, and doesn't seem like he wants to get rid of it anytime soon.

- Simon absolutely LOVES Poe's grumpy face; he thinks it's cute when they get all pouty and annoyed. Even when they were just friends (who were just starting to develop feelings for one another), Simon would throw playful insults at the raven at any time just to see their grumpy face. (Though, it's hard to tell, cuz they're usually visibly angry all the time but whatev)

- Poe has squishy and fluffy cheeks (well, no shit on the latter) and always either gets annoyed or is grumpy whenever someone tries to squish them (yes, even to Simon, but it's even more to anyone else). When Simon first did this when they started dating, his heart just did around 15 flips in his chest, his tail straightened out, his stomach felt like 100 butterflies just hatched and started flying in there, but more importantly, he just broke on the spot when he saw the squished, fluffy, and grumpy face of his partner and froze in place as his face transformed into an even more darker shade of red. Just "SimonSmoke.Exe has stopped working" kinda broke.

Then, like 5 minutes after, Poe would just grow from grumpy and annoyed to slightly concerned about how unresponsive and unusually quiet Simon is being.

- Oh, their dynamic? Wooooo, it's a DOOZY. They're an absolute 'enemies-to (slight) acquaintances-to friends-to lovers' kinda dynamic + a bit of a slow burn too (cuz how would a pompous rich asshole dragon become friends-to-lovers with an emo, edgy, potentially-outcast raven at the drop of a hat?)

-Although in the relationship, Poe is more likely one side of the couple to keep to themselves and not really show any PDA, like anywhere, but Simon would hold up a megaphone to a crowd or even a rooftop to proudly shout "POE IS MY PARTNER AND I LOVE THEM!!!!!!!" And even shout smth at the end at how no one and nothing can do anything about it lol (But ofc, he'd wanna get Poe's approval to do it first, even if it may embarrass them halfway through the announcement)

And WOOOOOOOO THAT'S ALL THE HCS FROM ME HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!!!!! :3333333 (...for now. :3c)

[prince-liest]

I… oh my god. So much. Has happened. Bear… bear with me. This time i KNow its gonna be a long one. First of all, oh my GOD. THERE WAS NO BAD NEWS IN UR LAST ANSWER. HOLY SHIT. I see how i read into ur previous answer, that val is the only dumper, but yes what you described is EXACTLY the same flavor as what I was describing. It also works SO MUCH BETTER, OH MY GOD! “Vox managing to be the one to break things off at any given point in time hinges on him being able to frame his rationale as "anger" rather than "upset," the latter of which just gets brushed under the carpet of Emotions That Are Not Taken Seriously. [...] anything that makes him feel vulnerable or, ah, let's deliberately and pointedly use the word hysterical, is a pre-existing internal struggle that Valentino knows how to manipulate to his advantage. [and vox does not break up with val when he feels as such]” PRINCE IM RIPPING MY FUCKING HAIR OUT!!!!!!!!!!!! THTAS. THATS EXACTLY WHAT TF IM TALKING ABOUT. You just clarified that extra layer of “oh my god this is fucking perfect.’ also. ALSO. them getting back together being sappy makeup sex…. Oh my god. Oh my dear god. If it wasnt clear, i am a Heathen for voxval, too. If you ever feel inspired to write a voxval fic i promise you my firstborn. 

OHHHHHH  MY GOD IM SO HAPPY MY RAMBLINGS HELPED YOU WITH THE FIC!!!!!! TBH IVE RARELY BEEN THIS OVERJOYED. LIKE I COULDNT STOP GRINNING AND GIGGLING WHEN I SAW IT. FUCKKKKK. Also im fucking cackling that my actual impact was bringing vox to severe distress instead of a more angry and annoyed disposition. Like yeah,,.. Im here to make you suffer, baby. LOVE YOU VOX! 

Im gonna leave my thoughts for actual fic for another ask bc… yeah. I will spare you. - 🌓

Do NOT spare me, I enjoy these immensely. >:) Proof:

Very genuinely, I had kinda been squinting at the actual scene in question with dissatisfaction for a hot minute, so I was very pleased when your ask made it click to me what the fuck felt so wrong about it. So thank you!

Staticmoth is definitely percolating in my brain and I want to write something for them because, like you, I am also indeed deeply invested in them (they are my favorite ship very much alongside radiostatic, which is probably not obvious given I haven't written anything actively centered around them - but they're like the fucked up, evil version of MHA erasermic for me in this fandom because they Must be present in the narrative and also I love them). I haven't had any specific ideas good enough to turn into a fic yet, but I might just mash them all together at some point or, y'know. Go the Good Olde [insert wanking hand motion here] route!

[sullyfortress]

Okay so. Really weird question. Do you think the metkayina ever incorporate bones or something from a deceased tulkan into their clothing or songcords? Like for example if a tulkan spirit family member dies, either naturally or tragically, do you think they would keep a bone or tooth or something as a memoriam, or would that be macabre and disrespectful. Probably the latter. Idk, the question came to me in a dream.

Sort of related but not, I wonder if the tulkan ever bring their Navi family things they've found at sea, like trinkets or idk.

GAWD YES. I fucken love that concept. Please let's get some edgy metkayina keeping keepsakes from their fallen Brothers and sisters that's metal as fuck. I think as long as they didn't make the bones a weapon it would be great. Because Tulkun are pacifists, making weapons i think would be very disrespectful. BUT NOW YOU GOT ME THINKING. What if Ronal made a cradle for her new baby using Roa's bones or incorporated Roas bones into some necklace she wears? She would then tell her baby as it grows that her spirit aunt watches over them and some sappy shit like that. AGGGGHHHH YES!!!!!!

[drtroad]

📚 🚫 🐈

𝙷𝙾𝚆𝙸𝙴 + details about ocs!

📚 BOOKS — what level of education has your oc most recently completed/is currently in (GED, undergraduate, grad school, phd, etc)?

most recently completed is his bachelor of arts in broadcast and digital journalism from UT austin!

🚫 PROHIBITED — does your oc drink/smoke? do they do it regularly, or is it more on occasion or for special events?

both! honestly, he will partake in anything you present him but he fancies a beer / snortin' a line. does both regularly, but everything else is reserved for special events, really.

🐈 CAT — does your oc prefer a wide circle of friends or a few close friends?

of course he's got his close friends but i think he much prefers a wide circle of friends! it just works out that way. he's got a friend for every occasion. doesn't really do "that sappy shit" (his words, probably). i think it comes from a place of paranoia; he's just had really shitty friends in the past.

find ingrid's answers under the cut!

𝙸𝙽𝙶𝚁𝙸𝙳 + details about ocs!

📚 BOOKS — what level of education has your oc most recently completed/is currently in (GED, undergraduate, grad school, phd, etc)?

most recently completed is her manicurist's license!

🚫 PROHIBITED — does your oc drink/smoke? do they do it regularly, or is it more on occasion or for special events?

drinks A LOT, and on the regular. loves abusing happy hours with fiona & gabe on a weekly basis. she doesn't smoke but i feel like she'd vape, can't go an hour without her flavored air.

🐈 CAT — does your oc prefer a wide circle of friends or a few close friends?

i feel like she tried having a big friend group in high school & it probably ended horribly so the latter. still, she's very friendly with a lot of people but she loves having a few close friends who know her inside & out! quality over quanity.

[disappointingyet]

Tillsammans 99 (Together 99)

Director Lukas Moodysson Stars Gustaf Hammersten, Shanti Roney, Jessica Liedberg, Anja Lundqvist Sweden/Denmark 2023 Language Swedish (with English subtitles) 1hr 55mins Colour

Somewhat darker reunion for the Swedish (mostly ex) hippies

Lukas Moodysson’s Together, about a very earnest left-wing commune in Sweden in the 1970s, is one of my favourite films ever. It’s funny and joyous and life-affirming, never sappy or lazy. But immediately after that, his work became much bleaker, culminating in A Hole In My Heart, ‘watching which basically felt like someone was throwing shit at you’, I once wrote, and I’ll stick by that description. Then in 2013, long after I’d given up on him, there was We Are The Best!, a wonderful surprise that matched Together in both tone and quality.

And now we have Together 99. With any sequel made long after a much-loved original, the correct procedure is to approach with caution. The rationale for making this now is that we are now the same distance in time from the original as the original was from the year it was set. As the title suggests, this film takes place in 1999, when Together was shot. 

So the question the many people I know who loved Together will want to know is: will Together 99 made me as happy as the original did? And the answer is, probably not, or not in the same way. That’s not to say in any way that this is bad film (it’s absolutely not) but it’s certainly a harsher one (to be clear, there are tough bits in Together, but the overall feel of that film is much more upbeat than this one.) 

I felt at times that Moodysson was trying to get to a synthesis between the warmth of Together/We Are The Best! (and his terrific debut, Fucking Åmål*) and his gloomier films of the 2000s.   

So we’re in the last year of the century, and the commune is down to just two members: the instinctively optimistic Göran (Gustaf Hammersten) and the long-suffering Klasse (Shanti Roney, still looking like John Fogerty from Creedence Clearwater Revival). They’re both lonely and Klasse is clearly a bit fed up with Göran, but they’ve got nowhere much to go. 

Klasse organises a surprise birthday party for Göran, inviting the former members of the collective, plus a couple of the neighbours who they had taken into their circle. Peter (David Dencik) also turns up – he says he remembers all of them, but no one remembers him. There’s some initial awkwardness, but they have a lovely afternoon together. As evening sets in, though, assorted issues that lingered through the decades come to the surface, and there are some pretty gruelling scenes. 

Moodysson makes sure there are always funny moments, even as things get edgy. And two of the characters drift away from the rest and have a little adventure that is pure entertainment.

It’s shot with handheld cameras and feels naturalistic in an unforced way (as opposed to, say, latter-day Ken Loach). We’re right in there with these characters, and the actors all seem at ease with the parts they are playing, have slipped right back into them. It all feels right. The cast are all great, but maybe a special word for Gustaf Hammersten, whose Göran is the heart of both the commune and these films.

This is a very good film. But if you have fond memories of the vibe of the original, maybe you won’t want to see this one because it does add some sour notes, even while ultimately endorsing the underlying humanism that Together embodied. 

*The title it was given in English-speaking countries is Show Me Love, but that sells the film so short. 

[grapecaseschoices]

What Lovestruck routes have you read?

Including ones I didn’t get far in: 

Speakeasy Tonight: All of them. (Or rather most. I haven’t finished Sofia’s 3rd book, Donovan’s 2nd, or started Vince’s 2nd). 

To Love and Protect: I am somewhere in the first book for Chadwick and Madison (thanks for that reminder, lol.)

Astoria’s Fate’s Kisses: Barely started Hydra and Medusa. Got a bit into Alex’s. 

Villainous Nights: I’ve started all of them. I didn’t get very far into Andi’s comparatively (but overall, I’m still on Book 1 for most of them.)

Gangsters in Love: I am halfway through book 1 for Irving.

Love & Legends: I mostly finished with Reiner’s book 2 and I read Alain’s book 1.

Sweet Enchantments: Regretfully, Lucien and Runa. 

Havenfall Is For Lovers: I read three chapters of Mac. I might go back to finish. Almost finished with Book 2 of JD and almost halfway book 3 for Razi.

[gretagerwigsmuse]

I can’t decide which scenario would be hotter…. Bradley and smart Alleck fucking before a dangerous mission or Bradley and smart alleck fucking after Bradley almost dies on a mission and thought he would never see her again. (angst is so hot to me??)

oh SHIT - for the latter scenario, i feel like it would be super interesting if it was smart aleck that was the one really effected by it and they’re both kind of like woah since it’s early in their relationship and they haven’t said i love you yet even though they've said everything but it? and it’s her that’s like “fuck you could’ve died and i would’ve never seen you again?” 

i’m envisioning if she has to pick bradley up after he was in medical for observation after the incident and someone (probably mav or phoenix) tells her what actually happened because we all know bradley wouldn’t say anything? and she’s like super quiet on the way back to his place and is the one driving:

warnings - light smut (is that a thing? they fuck but it’s tender? and kinda sappy? but there’s angst in the beginning. anyway sorry for making you wait so long for this)

waiting room

“would you have told me?” you whispered. “if i didn’t have to pick you up today, would you have told me what happened?”

“no.” bradley didn’t even look at you.

“no?”

“no.”

you scoffed and your hands tightened on the steering wheel. “you don’t think i should know that my - that my boyfriend’s plane crashed into a fucking mountain? that i almost lost - that i might never have seen you again without getting to -” you cut yourself off, not believing you’d almost let the words slip out. 

it was too early.

though bradley finally turned to look at you, he didn’t say anything. you shook your head and then focused back on the road. the rest of the drive, though it was mercifully quick, passed by in silence.

you pulled into his driveway and put the car in park, but didn’t turn it off.

“you have to tell me stuff like that, bradley - and it can be after or before the fact, i don’t care. but if this is going to keep working, you’re going to have to tell me stuff like this.”

he sighed, but it was more weary than exasperated. “i don’t want you to needlessly worry about me -”

“- that’s bullshit. i worry about you every time you go to work - i’d have to be an idiot not to. but i think i worry more when you don’t tell me anything? i’d rather know something than nothing and have to work around your moods like a fucking minefield. there’s two people in this relationship and that means we shoulder the burden together, alright?”

bradley nodded and wordlessly took your hand. he looked so small and young and sad sitting next to you. you brought his hand up to your mouth and kissed it, trying to put all of your love into the simple action. 

“alright.”

“call me later, okay?” you said eventually, loathing having to let him go, but knowing you hadn’t been invited to spend the night - or even inside. you never wanted to overstep or assume. it had barely been three months - hell, he hadn’t even seen you without makeup on yet, to say nothing of inviting yourself over.

when he didn’t respond, you unlocked the doors with a resounding click, but bradley didn’t move. 

“you’re not gonna stay?” he whispered.

“i wasn’t sure if you wanted me to?” you asked in an equally quiet voice. he nodded. “i don’t have any of my stuff with me...”

“we can pull something together, plus it’s friday and i - i don’t want to be alone - i want you - want you to stay.”

you knew you could scrounge together some basic toiletries from your work bag, but didn’t have any clothes in your car besides that morning’s pilates gear. 

but bradley had asked. and you’d do just about anything bradley asked.

“okay.” you turned off the car and the two of you made your way into his house.

you hadn’t been there since sunday morning before the two of you had headed off to torrey pines for the afternoon. but, as usual, bradley’s house was neat and clean and smelled faintly of his tom ford cologne and the stir-fry he’d told you he’d made for dinner last night. 

there was something comforting about his house and the furniture he’d put together - none of it quite matched, not exactly, but it all worked regardless. you liked his worn, brown leather couch and the wide armed oak wood chairs that he’d had shipped from Virginia and that his PS4 was neatly tucked away in his TV cabinet. you liked his massive dinning room table that was just begging to host a dinner party and the kitchen island stocked with practically every kitchen gadget known to man. you liked the white, high thread count sheets he had on his bed and the way he stopped tossing his not-quite-dirty-but-not-quite-clean clothes on the leather chair in his room because you said it looked messy. 

you liked it. you liked the house. you liked the coziness it exuded. because you liked bradley. you really liked bradley.

and today you had almost lost him.

“want me to make you something to eat?” he was looking around the kitchen, but it didn’t seem like he was really focusing on anything. “i can make it while you shower?”

he turned towards you, almost startled. “yeah, that would be good? thanks.”

“cool, just uhh - just holler if you need anything.” and then he gave you a kiss on the forehead and headed upstairs.

while bradley was in the shower, you fished around in his well-stocked refrigerator looking for something to make for dinner. you smiled fondly thinking about how he had way more food - and good food at that - in his fridge than you did in yours. eventually, you decided on some pasta with a side salad.

there were plenty of veggies readily available for you to doctor up the sauce and you had just finished adding the last bit of seasoning to it when bradley came back downstairs.

his hair was still slightly damp and he had thrown on a pair of gym shorts along with a grey UVA crewneck sweatshirt. you felt terribly overdressed in your work clothes.

he came up beside you and peered into the pot. “smells really good.”

“it’s nothing fancy,” you tried to brush his words off, “i just added some stuff to the sauce you already had and made a salad. you’re the cook.”

he chuckled. “only to impress you - i’m serious, any time you come over for dinner i spend like three days before thinking of what to make. penny actually just gave me a couple cookbooks.”

if it was even possible, your heart melted even more. 

you liked him. you liked him so much. 

“really?" he shrugged and ducked his head. “feel like i gotta up my game.”

you strained the pasta and poured the sauce over it and then brought all your plates over to the breakfast nook in the corner. the two of you sat in companionable silence, just letting the events of the afternoon catch up with you. 

it was crazy to think just three hours ago you’d been sitting in your weekly team meeting when your phone lit up with a call from an 858 number. something instinctual had told you to answer it and as soon as the voice on the other end had said we’re calling to inform you that lieutenant commander bradshaw has been in an accident you swept up your laptop and grabbed your tote bag and were out of the building in three minutes. 

the next fifty minutes spent in traffic on I-5 were hell, especially since the number that had called you was only an outgoing number and you hadn’t known what would await you at the med center off base. and then when you finally saw bradley sitting on an exam table with his flight suit tied around his waist, it was like you could breathe again

you liked him. you liked him so much.

pete and natasha had met you in the hallway, telling you there had been an issue with bradley’s engine - the plane had been unsalvageable and he had known to bail out, but the canopy had gotten stuck and he had to eject later than advised, hence the hard landing into a mountainside in the mojave desert. miraculously, he only had a couple scratches and an ice pack on his shoulder. 

he had been lucky. this time.

you frowned, suddenly, snapped out of your reverie. “how did they know to call me?”

bradley’s cheeks colored and he was looking anywhere but at you. he cleared his throat and eventually looked up. “you’re on my list.”

“your list?”

“you know,” he cleared his throat again, “if something happens to me.” your eyes swam with sudden tears, but bradley kept rambling. “i mean, it’s just you - and mav, i mean pete, but he’s normally with me, but yeah. i thought you’d want to know if -”

you got up from the table and wrapped your arms around him. he felt like home and you couldn’t help but burrow your face into his neck. “- bradley -”

he rubbed his hands up and down your back, bunching up your dress. “- which sounds stupid because i literally just told you i don’t want to worry you, but i also want you to know if something bad really does happen to me and i don’t - i don’t walk away with just a sore shoulder.” you squeezed him even tighter, completely ignoring what he’d just said about the sore shoulder.

you liked him. you liked him so much.

“i just didn’t like that you ultimately had to worry for nothing - and i know you said you always worry, so next time something like this happens, i’ll tell you -” you pulled back to glare at him “- not that i’m planning on doing that, but stuff happens.”

bradley sat you on his lap, both your dinners temporarily forgotten. “i know - god, i know.” you cupped his cheek, rubbing your thumb along the scars there. “i just - i guess i didn’t realize how close i was to losing you, not when i - i mean i -”

the words caught in your throat for a moment, but bradley’s hopeful expression spurred you on. “- i like you, bradley - a lot. like a lot a lot. and i guess just knowing something could’ve happened to you when we’re just really getting into this scared me and i probably was a little snappier than necessary, so i’m sorry, i was just scared.”

“sweetheart,” he bounced you slightly on his lap, “you know i’m crazy about you, too.”

and just like that, you couldn’t wait another moment and brought your lips to his, kissing him like it was for the last time. without taking a breath, you straddled yourself across his thigh, sliding yourself in between bradley and the table. his hands slid up your thighs, pushing up your checkered crepe dress so your underwear brushed against his bare leg. 

as his hands snaked underneath your dress, you started grinding yourself on his thigh - wanting to be even closer to him. your back arched, inviting his touch, and you sighed as his fingers kneaded your breasts over your bra. his gorgeous, still damp hair was mussed and fluffy from how your own hands were running through it and he sighed against your mouth.

and all you kept thinking was bradley bradley bradley. 

you liked him. you liked him so much. 

“let me take you upstairs...” he mumbled against your neck, his lips peppering you with kisses and his teeth leaving marks you’d find tomorrow.

“you don’t wanna - do this on the kitchen table?” you pulled back, but didn’t get off his thigh. it impressed you how he was able to support your weight.

bradley squeezed your hips and chuckled. “i’m kinda fond of it - don’t want have to buy a new one after it breaks.”

you giggled. “what about the dishes and -”

“- later, later,” he kissed you twice, “gotta make sure my girl’s taken care of first. make sure she knows how much i care about her.”

the two of you dashed upstairs like a pair of teenagers, bumping into the doorframe once you got to bradley’s room. it reminded you of your first time with him after that fateful first date. you pulled at the back of your dress, trying to pull down the zipper, but bradley beat you to it - carefully sliding the zipper down your back and then folding your dress and carefully laying it on the chair in the corner. 

you moaned. the man had merely folded your dress instead of letting it puddle on the floor and your pussy was practically clenching on air. 

your stupid boy. your stupid sweet, kind, thoughtful boy. 

you liked him. you liked him so much.

the two of you finished getting undressed and laid down on the bed, bradley on top of you, clearly trying to be mindful of his sore shoulder.

his hand slid between your bodies and played with your clit before he slipped two fingers inside you. you whimpered, desperate for him. “that’s my girl, could feel you dripping on my thigh downstairs.”

normally, you would have savored his touch, gotten lost in the foreplay. but tonight you just wanted him - wanted bradley. 

“bubs, i don’t - i just need you inside me...”

he groaned your name. “you’re so - fuck.” he rubbed his cock along your slit, but didn’t put it inside yet. “you’re so wet for me. you want me to lick that pretty pussy of yours? or do you want me to fuck you?” 

you nodded, nuzzling into his neck and pressing butterfly kisses to his shoulder. suddenly, he pinched your clit and you cried out. “gotta use your words - don’t wanna have to ask again...”

“i want you to fuck me,” you whined. “please fuck me.”

bradley chuckled. “well if you’re gonna beg me...” without letting another moment go to waste, he slipped inside you. 

every time bradley fucked you it felt like the first time. and to know that today you were almost robbed of that chance to do this again - to be with him like it was the first time - made you pull him closer, not wanting there to be an inch - a centimeter - separating the two of you. proving to him and proving to yourself that he was there - he was alive and beautiful and good and yours. 

“i can’t believe you’re mine,” bradley whispered against your neck, unknowingly repeating your thoughts.

and you loved him. you loved him so much.

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a/n - that was fun!

[uwusenpaiuwu]

Sleepovers At The Baji Household feat. A Fed-Up Chifuyu

Summary: Chifuyu just wants to sleep, man, but Baji wants to be a jealous crackhead at 2 AM.

Pairing: Sano Manjiro | Mikey x Male Reader

Note(s): I had a little free time and wrote this. So, please enjoy! ALSO, to the anon that sent me a request a few days ago, I saw it and have it filed on my to-do list!!! I will definitely get to it as soon as I get a break in my schedule :)

"Chifuyu, ya wanna see some real discrimination?"

No. No, Chifuyu does not want to see what Baji means by 'real discrimination.'

Does he tell him that, though?

Yes, actually, because it's 2 in the fucking morning and, as much as he respects the other boy, he wouldn't put it past himself to smother him with a pillow after having his dream of cuddling with a sea of puppies suddenly destroyed.

Unfortunately for his sanity, Baji either doesn't hear him or, more likely than not, doesn't give a fuck, because he's already flopping onto his belly and whipping out his phone to do God knows what.

The dial tone that sounds from the speaker a few seconds later makes Chifuyu cringe, especially since it's only ever been a calm silence fit for a good night's sleep prior to Baji bulldozing through it with his absurd question. (At the very least, he's thankful that the latter has half a mind to keep the brightness on the lowest setting, otherwise, Chifuyu would have had to fight.)

On the far end of the row of carefully-laid futons, you shift in your sleep, eyebrows furrowing together at the noise. Rotating onto your side, you unconsciously reach for Baji, and just when he thinks you're being cute and trying to cuddle him, you smack him in the head.

Baji doesn't flinch, instead, takes his pillow and shoves it in your grasp to keep your unconscious self occupied, so that he can focus on getting through to the person who reuses to pick up (understandably so).

Releasing a frustrated groan after being redirected to voice mail for the fifth time, he dials the number again, muttering an impatient, "Pick up already."

Chifuyu feels sorry for the poor soul on the other end. He would've blocked someone following the first call, because again, it's-

The blond has to squint his eyes up at the digital clock on Baji's nightstand, which confirms that it's already 2:22 A.M, further solidifying the fact that he shouldn't be awake right now. And this also applies to the ever persistent first division captain, who insists on bothering who Chifuyu soon discovers is Mikey from the contact ID that flashes across the screen.

Why Baji is so keen on bothering him is a question he doesn't have the mental capacity to ponder over. The most energy he'll expend is to listen in when the call miraculously connects.

"What...?" comes a muffled voice from the receiver, tone laced in an irked grogginess birthed from a slumber rudely interrupted.

There's an absurdly loud, almost angry, roar of Mikey's name, one that has Chifuyu curling in on himself in a futile attempt to escape a sound that should be illegal at this hour.

But you know what else should be illegal?

The fucking whiplash Chifuyu gets when Baji's deep voice takes an abrupt 180°, switching from its normal gruffness to a squeaky, ear-piercing shrill as he screams, "I love you, love you, love you! Do you love me, too, Mikey-kyun~♡?!"

The room is dead silent.

Not a word. Not a murmur. Not a breath.

Just pure, unadulterated silence as both Chifuyu and Mikey process the words that hang in the air, permeating it with a goosebumps-inducing eeriness from having heard such a...a girly, overtly cutesy screech from Baji.

Then-

"What the fuck? He hung on me!"

Chifuyu opens his mouth, thinks better of reacting to the cursed scene he had the misfortune of bearing witness to, and promptly closes it.

Other people may have sleep paralysis demons.

But Chifuyu?

Chifuyu has Baji.

With both hands partially raised in prayer, he begs for the shenanigans to be over and done with.

They are not.

While his eyes remain closed in a last ditch effort to convince himself that it's all a bad dream, he hears a lot of grumbling happening on your side of the room, courtesy of Baji, who's scrambling around in search of...something. One quick peek reveals him fiddling with a phone - yours, to be exact, as evidenced by the distinctive phone charm of your favorite anime character hanging from it.

"(Y/n), wake up for a second," he hears him whisper. It takes a bit of prompting, until he's able to successfully rouse you enough from sleep to elicit any kind of response, which is, essentially, nothing short of an incoherent, slurred mess. Although, Chifuyu is pretty damn certain he heard you call Baji a 'dickhead' for the trouble.

Unperturbed, he continues shaking your limp form, coaxing you into wakefulness with, "Repeat what I tell you, and I'll let you go back to asleep. Deal?"

You squint your eyes at him, only able to make out a vague outline of his visage in the lightless room. "Promise?"

"Cross my heart, hope to die," he automatically responds with the same phrase he's become accustomed to saying whenever you two made a promise, something done purely out of habit, formed when the two of you were just kids and he wanted to get you to do something absolutely ridiculous either for him or with him. And just 'cause he knows you're more susceptible to complying if he does it, he also interlocks his pinky with yours.

"...Fine."

The approval is his cue to proceed, and it's as he's putting the phone on speaker that he turns back to a regretfully wide awake Chifuyu, mouthing a wordless, 'Watch.'

The phone rings, loud and clear, precisely once and only once.

"(Y/n), what's wrong?" It's important to note that even though Mikey still sounds tired as hell, his tone is much lighter, much happier really, than when it was Baji, which is an offense in itself to the said teen that's off to the side, attentively listening to the conversation unfold.

Then, it strikes Chifuyu, what Baji is trying to do, and fuck does it give him an instant headache.

Meanwhile, your mouth morphs into the dopiest of smiles with the pleasant surprise of hearing your boyfriend's voice, chest instantly overtaken by a warm fuzziness that never fails to make an appearance whenever he's involved. Sappy, you know, but it's true!

A light but firm nudge to your shoulder reminds you of your mission. It's too bad that, teetering along the edge of sleep as you are, the words Baji whispers are barely repeated correctly.

The initial phrase from before, the one Baji greeted Mikey with, is shortened to a simple, "You wuv I...?"

But, without missing a beat, you receive Mikey's confident reply of, "Mhm... I wuv you a lot."

There's a sleepy giggle then - a fucking giggle - before your voices drop to sweet whispers that the third and fourth wheels can't fully comprehend from where they are.

"Where the fuck was my 'I wuv you,' huh?!" Baji whisper-shouts, considerate of your conversation even when ranting and raving. "Shit, I would've taken a simple 'I love you,' too! I've known that bastard way longer than (Y/n), and this is what I get?!"

Okay. Toman's president answers his boyfriend's late night calls faster than he does anyone else's and openly expresses his love for him. So what? Chifuyu wouldn't exactly call it 'discrimination,' per se. 'Favoritism,' maybe if you wanna stretch it, but using as strong a word as discrimination, especially taking into account you two are dating; it's normal? Nah.

"You wanna say 'bye' to them? Mm. Baji and Chifuyu." A pause. "Fuyu, Mikey says 'bye.'"

"Bye, Mikey-kun."

The other person in the room waits, and waits, and waits, and when it's clear that there is no intention to address his presence whatsoever, Baji turns to Chifuyu with an almost scandalized expression, making wild gesticulations with his hands, clearly distressed. "See?!"

Blank blue eyes stare back at him, unblinking. Honestly, it's a common occurrence - Baji spiraling in a nonsensical rage - so it's easy for Chifuyu to block out the muted, jealousy-driven temper tantrum as he takes his pillow in both hands, raises it as high as he can, and-

Sigh.

-lets it flop right back onto his face.

He can't suffocate Baji. Shouldn't. Wouldn't. Couldn't. After all, they're best buds, meaning he has an obligation to put up with shit like this once in a while. (Plus, he'd probably get his ass kicked before he succeeds anyway. Totally not worth the beating.)

"Did you hear? Mikey said he wuvs me," he hears you drawl dreamily as soon as you hang up, sounding very close to clocking back out for the night.

"Yeah, yeah. Cute shit. Happy for ya, dude," Baji huffs. Thankfully, he sounds like he's in a similar state to yours, if the yawn that follows his sarcastic comment is anything to go by.

"...He soooo ignored you."

That warrants a punishing punch to the arm, dulled only slightly by the combination of the thick quilt you're swaddled in and the raven-haired boy's fatigue.

"I'll fucking throw you out right now, (Y/n). Don't test me."

"You won't."

"I will."

"Won't."

"Will."

The conversation gradually dies down shortly after, the exhaustion that took its sweet time getting to both of you having reached its peak with the help of the childish bickering. It takes 10 minutes, maybe 15, before two sets of light snores fill the room.

Finally.

Let it be known that there is a lesson to be learned from tonight's events. Really, there is. Y'know, something along the lines of 'Don't agree to a sleepover with Baji, if you plan on actually sleeping,' or whatever.

Alas, Chifuyu's consciousness fades before he realizes what it is.

~~~

"Mikey, be honest. Who do you love more? Me or-?"

"(Y/n)."

"But-"

(Y/n)."

"I-"

"(Y/n)."

Baji is only momentarily discouraged, sharp eyes glaring at the blond that lays his head on your lap after hi-fiving you. He didn't want to do this, but he's left with no choice.

"(Y/n) or Babu?"

From the way Mikey stiffens up, refusing to look at either him or you in the eyes, Baji knows he has him right where he wants him, has him torn between a cute face or a sweet ride.

"Oi! Don't pretend to be asleep! Answer the damn question! OI!"

(After hours of serious contemplation - even though you told him it doesn't particularly matter - it's revealed that, of course, Mikey loves you more. Babu just happens to trail behind as a very close second.)

[altocat]

Hi! ive been in a really big sephgen mood, and i was wondering if you had any hcs about them? Im kinda starving for them ^^’

Tasty Sephgen. The spiciest of ships. My faves.

-They bicker like an old married couple and spar like a couple of rowdy teenagers but are essentially attached at the hip. Sephiroth is extremely close to Angeal but he has always considered Genesis his best friend.

-Mutual crush/infatuation. They cover it up by being extra competitive and aggro towards each other in training. Genesis often tries to get Sephiroth's attention by sleeping around with a lot of people to see how Sephiroth would react. And gets saddened when Sephiroth seems to have no reaction at all, while Sephiroth is inwardly SEETHING. Neither of them actually communicate their feelings to each other. Which often leads to a lot of misunderstandings.

-Genesis IS genuinely jealous of Sephiroth's fame and wants to surpass him someday. Part of it is due to his own insecurity and sense of weakness, part of it is so that he can impress his childhood icon and prove to him that he's worthy. Unfortunately, this leads them into acting like a pair of idiots getting reckless during their fights. Both of them really like fighting and competition, but their inner feelings often give way to things getting very quickly out of hand.

-Despite this, they both respect each other tremendously. When separate from each other, most people immediately pick up on the fact that they talk about each other constantly. And both would be lying through their teeth if they said they didn't spend many sleepless nights...thinking about each other.

-Angeal and Zack are ultimate wingmen, just saying.

-If they were to become an actual item, they'd be excessively physical with each other, and probably would have gotten into a ton of trouble as a result. Not a single segment of Headquarters hasn't been tainted by their...antics 8'D

-Shitty parents on both sides. Neither side approves. Both Sephiroth and Genesis could give less of a fuck.

-Despite all the aggressive intimacy and give and take between them, they are surprisingly very affectionate and attentive to each other. Sephiroth enjoys showering Genesis with attention and praise to the point where the latter gets completely flustered. Genesis, for his part, has a softer side and will be the first one to comfort/be gentle around Sephiroth during one of his post-lab episodes.

-They could probably finish each other's sentences. Both are too embarrassed to bother though.

-They kind of low-key worship each other? Sappy, gooey stares at each other when they think the other isn't looking. BUT also still a bunch of juvenile shit-talking immediately afterwards so that they can cover it up.

-They sometimes sit together and provide very faint, intimate little touches here and there. A hand on an arm. A kind of absent-minded brushing the bangs out of the other's face. Sort of just right up on each other and being casual about it. Sephiroth doesn't like being touched at all, so this is a big deal for him to be like this.

-Sephiroth is lying about Loveless, mostly to go along with Angeal's disdain for it. While he doesn't care about the actual content, he secretly loves hearing Genesis read it aloud.

-Genesis gradually becomes aware of the fact that Sephiroth might not exactly be fully human. He doesn't ever tell Sephiroth this though, probably as a kindness as he knows it could really mess Sephiroth up. If he were to tell him, it would be a very tricky methodical process, one that involves a lot of reassurance.

-Far, FAR into the future where CC never happens? They break down what remains of their barriers and find a level of true harmony away from Shinra, content to just be around each other. Sephiroth has learned what it means to trust and rely on someone, to let them inside. Genesis comes to terms with the fact that he'll never really surpass Sephiroth, but that's okay--he has Sephiroth's undying admiration. A person has seen who he is and what he can do. A person has SEEN Genesis Rhapsodos. And that's more than enough to live on, all he could ever want.

[lottiebagleywritesobx]

Tequila confessions

JJ lets out a sigh at the sight of his best friend. He'd been late to the kegger and more than ready to relax and have fun with his friends, he knew almost immediately that his plans were going to be very different.

"JAIII," She's slurring as she shouts, stumbling a little over nothing as she approaches him.

"Hey sunshine," He coos lightly, tucking her into his side as he points Kie a sharp glare.

She holds her hands up in surrender "That girl is crazy," Kie defends, causing the girl to let out a gasp, turning to fight back but seemingly forgetting she was mad in the first place when she actually sees Kie, instead moving to go and hug her friend, she's kept in place though by JJ's arm around her shoulder.

"Seriously Kie, I asked you to keep an eye out for her for like a couple hours cause I had work," JJ complains, it was no secret amongst the pogues that she couldn't hold her drinks, she could casually drink on the boat all day but the minute she was in a party setting she would wind up pissed.

"It's not my fault girls from school wanted to do tequila shots and-"

"Shit! You know she voms on tequila," JJ grumbles

"No, we don't all know every little thing about her," Kie defends, JJ rolls his eyes, glancing to see if she had realised what Kiara meant, she seemed to be entertaining herself by playing with the ends of his fingers that hang around her shoulder. "C'mon, I'll get you a beer," Kie offers.

JJ sighs, he does want to drink with his friends, smoke a bit too. It had been a long day and he needed to relax. He knows though that if his best friend has done tequila shots she'll be feeling ill within minutes and he wants to be able to look after her properly.

"I should probably skip, get this one home," He admits, squeezing the girl in his arms a little, seemingly drawing her attention back to him.

"I'm not going home," She argues, still slurring

"Sunshine, you gotta. You'll be feeling poorly soon and-"

He cuts himself off when she makes a dash for it. Leaving his tight grip and sprinting across the beach to John B who reaches out immediately to steady her and stop her from falling.

"Fuck it. Where's the beer Kie?" JJ decides.

He settles at the campfire, drinking slowly so as to stay sober and look after her when she inevitably needs him. A group of touron girls are talking to him, pawing for attention and he's half listening, his eyes are zoned in on her though.

He watched as she danced with Sarah.

He watched as she played beer pong with some kook boys, not sure if he was mad because she was already drunk enough or because they all kept trying to touch her. He figured it's probably the latter.

He watched as she splashed Pope in the shallow water.

Unable to help himself, a large grin spreads across his face as he watches her approach him. She's reaching out and making grabby hands at him, confidently shoving her way through the girls surrounding him to sit next to him. She doesn't need to worry about it, he's always dropped everything to be with her.

She sits silently, head cocked to the side, eyeing JJ with great concentration  despite her glassy eyes. He takes the moment to look at her, glowing in the light from the fire and biting her bottom lip slightly, she always does when she's focused.

"Your face is stupid but I like it. I like your stupid...it's so...I like it. Can I touch it?"

"Course you can sunshine," He's grinning widely and can practically feel himself melting when her hand reaches out, stroking his cheek gently.

"JJ can I tell you something?" She's trying to whisper but her voice is no where near quiet, hand still cupping his face.

"You can tell me anything," He reassures, hand going to her knee to rub comforting circles on the skin

"I feel icky,"

"You wanna leave?" He asks, his voice soft

"I wanna be with you,"

"Well obviously I'm leaving with you, christ sunshine, wasn't just gonna let you wander off home all alone,"

"But you just got here and then I'll ruin your night-" He can tell she's about to ramble so he decides to cut it off quickly

"I'd rather be with you anyway. Alright?" He speaks so softly that if anyone who knew him and hadn't seen him around her before were to see they'd struggle to believe it was him at all.

**

JJ prides himself on how attentive he is to her needs. No matter the situation he knows what she wants.

Tonight is no different, she's leaning over the toilet of the chateau, JJ is standing behind her rubbing her back comfortingly as he holds her hair back.

She pulls away from the toilet, her face a little sweaty and immediately JJ is passing her a glass of water. She pats the floor next to her and JJ immediately sits. "I wanna give you something," She sighs, her head falling to JJ's shoulder as she hiccups a little

"What is it?" He asks, hand once again finding it's home on her knee, his thumb rubbing gently

"My heart. I wanna give you my heart. How do I do it?" She springs up off his shoulder again, looking at him intensely

"Might take a surgery, we'll leave that one for tomorrow yeah?" He questions gently. He knows he can't let himself, even for a second, think she means what's she's saying. She's intoxicated and she's a sappy drunk and he can't set himself up for that kind of heart break.

"Tomorrow though?"

"Yeah sunshine," He nods.

"You're my best friend JJ, but don't tell Kie," She whispers, although it's still not quiet

"You're mine. But don't tell John B," He hums in response, watching her with a wide smile as she grins, rocking back and forth a little.

"I really love you," She admits, her eyes almost look scared

"I really love you too,"

"No like I really love you. Like I wanna have your babies and be with you all the time kinda love you,"

"You are drunk. You don't know what you're saying," He's more telling himself than her.

"NO!" She shouts, gasping dramatically as though she's offended. "I'm not drunk. If I was drunk could I do this?"

He sits silently for a few seconds, watching as she seems to glare at him instensly.

"What is it you are doing sunshine?" He questions

"I-I'm sending you my love. Did you not get it?" She almost looks like she's about to cry and JJ acts quickly, pulling her into a tight hug. "Can we sleep now blondie?"

"Of course sunshine," He agrees immediately.  He lifts her from the floor with ease, placing her onto the bed in the room that might as well belong to him. He makes her down another water, helping her out of her jean shorts and crop top and helping her into one of his tshirts. Passing her a cotton pad with her makeup remover on.

She snuggles into the mattress pulling the duvet up to just under her eyes as she watches JJ get ready for bed. He turns around to face her "Thought you were taking your makeup off sweetheart?"

"No. I want cuddles,"

"You can have cuddles after you take your make up off," he instructs, she sighs dramatically but rubs at her face with the cotton pad.

He climbs into bed next to her, opening his arms and immediately she snuggles into them, tucking her head under his chin and wrapping her arms around him, he holds her close, rubbing her back gently.  

"I really am in love with you JJ,"

"Tell me again after you've slept and I'll be yours. Okay sunshine?"

"Okay," She agrees, smiling when she feels him press a kiss to the top of her head "You'll say it back though, right?" She questions, her voice slowly becoming more drowsy

"I promise,"

**

JJ wakes up to see her still in his arms. She's awake though, staring at him from his chest.

"Are you watching me sleep like a creeper?"

"Are you gonna say it?" She enquires immediately,  he doesn't like the way his heart swells, maybe she meant it? maybe it wasn't just her drunk ramblings?

"You need to learn how to hack a drink," He scolds lightly

"Not that JJ,"

"I'm in love with you," He speaks quietly, she jumps immediately, sitting up to straddle him and pulling him up with her.

"I wanna kiss you,"

"Then kiss me," He grins, he doesn't think he's ever been happier.

"I haven't brushed my teeth,"

"I don't care," He laughs a little and she giggles

"I do. C'mon," She pulls him from the bed to follow her.

They brush their teeth, JJ's arms wrapped around her waist as they do so and the second both their toothbrushes are back in the little holder his lips are on hers.

He kisses gently, like he's been waiting for this his whole life and he wants to savour every last second. She figures that maybe he has been.

"JJ, did I mention having your kids last night?" She whispers, foreheads pressed together.

"Yeah. You are never living it down sunshine," He's beaming as she giggles, leaning up to press her lips back to his.

[savoryscribbles]

Home is Something You Make

This is a Kaeya fic from someone who doesn't like Kaeya all that much.

Parings: Kaeya x gn!reader, platonic!Kaeya x Rosaria

Content/trigger warnings: you aren't the traveler,pretty sappy ngl, I've realized I suck at dialogue so just, ignore it.

Kaeya doesn't use his house. If you've know him for long enough, this is a fact. However, what isn't as obvious, is Kaeya let's other people use his house, use his bed, bathroom, kitchen, etc.

His friends without homes, the traveler, Klee, Rosaria, anyone who needs it, can crash at his place whenever they need to. That's why he keeps it clean. It's why his master bathroom has collected dust but not his guest bedroom.

He is far to busy to use his own house. More often he's found stumbling into his house at 2am, crashing on the couch because he knows both beds are likely taken.

He meant to tell you of this predicament. But could never find the right time to bring it up. He knew you slept in late, you worked at night anyways. He knew if you were to ever sleep over, you would definitely run into someone that wasn't him. And he would have to awkwardly explain how a 6 foot tall vampire lady was upset you were sleeping in his bed. The bed that has the thick memory foam, and the silk sheets, the one both you and Rosaria are upset Kaeya doesn't use more often.

When he did eventually ask you over for dinner, he made sure everyone was out of the house before hand, much to their surprise.

He cooked you a nice dinner, and put up the front he felt he had to. He never meant to get this far with you actually. Rosaria had suggested he mess around with the hookup scene, telling him it would help relive stress. Only he doesn't think he did it right, because now he's in a relationship, one he doesn't want to get out of. One night stands had a key word, one night only this had lasted far more than that.

He was scared about a lot of things. He was waiting for you to find out his secrets and leave him, like anyone he'd tried to date before. But he didn't want you to leave, so he tried his best to hold that day off as long as he could.

When morning came Kaeya found it hard to get up. On any other day the sun would have bothered him enough to get ready, the dread of the days work enough for him to be on time. But you were next to him, and the annoying sun didn't look so annoying when it rested on your face, and how could anyone feel dread when they're with their love? So instead of getting ready, Kaeya opted to rest against you awhile longer.

Then he checked the time, and oh shit I have 15 minutes to get ready and he rushed out the door, forgetting to tell you about his other guests.

Something he also forgot to mention to said guests, was you. It wasn't like Kaeya was trying to keep you a secret. It's just that, a famous wondering traveler, a coldhearted vampire church lady, and a toddler who loves bombs can be very intimidating. And so he pushed introducing you to them out of his mind.

So both party's were unaware of each other's presence, that was until you had a polearm to your throat.

"Who are you? And why are you in the Calvary Captains house?" Rosaria stated in her usual harsh tone.

This had startled you awake. Not knowing who she was either. "I'm (y/n)? I, who are you?" Was the response you gave in the mists of rubbing sleep from your eyes, not even batting one at the weapon still hugging your throat.

"It doesn't matter who I am. You're in this house when you shouldn't be, so you need to leave." Rosaria didn't actually care who you were, all she knew is you were not on Kaeya's guest list.

"Huh? Kaeya invited me here though? We had dinner last night, and it was late by the time we finished, so he let me stay over." You tried to explain, you didn't know why Sister Rosaria was in Kaeya's house, they could be a couple, they could be friends, she for all you knew, could be raiding his house. However the latter seemed unlikely. She seemed to know she was allowed here, hence why she was questioning why you were here.

"Oh, so you're one of his one night stands? Still, there's no reason you should have stayed this long." Rosaria reluctantly withdrew her weapon, knowing you weren't likely to cause harm.

"Not really? I mean, I'm not sure what me an Kaeya are, but it's definitely not that." You laughed nervously, surely she should know about you if you were anything serious to Kaeya right? "We've gone of a couple dates, he's even been to my house, this is the first time he's invited me over to his though." You finished your explanation as you started to realize just how weird this predicament was.

"Hmph, alright then, but just so you know. If I find out you're lying, I'm not as merciful as the other sisters." She responded, walking out the door.

Kaeya had some explaining to do.

***

Kaeya realized halfway through his day that he forgot to warn you about his friends. So he tried to get home as quickly as possible, or at least before you left for work.

Luckily he made it, barely though. He caught you as you were getting dressed, but not before getting stopped by Rosaria.

"Hey just so you know, there's someone in there claiming they've 'gone on a couple dates with you' I left them alone, but if their lying I'll take care of them." She said from her position on the couch.

"Hm? There's no need, they're telling the truth, I actually need to talk to them, so excuse me." Kaeya responded before quickly walking to his bedroom.

"Oh, hello there. Um, there was a lady, I'm pretty sure she was sister Rosaria? But she put her polearm up to my throat, telling me I didn't belong here? I'm not sure what that was about." You laughed lightly when you saw him.

"I know, I'm sorry, so sorry. I meant to tell you, there's more people who stay here actually." He muttered the last bit. "I was just in a rush this morning."

"I have friends who stay over, they don't exactly, have anywhere else to stay? I'm not sure, it's not my business to pry, but I let them stay whenever they need to. So if we're going to do, this," he gestures towards himself then you, "more often, I should probably warn you about that."

"Ooohh, okay, that's fine, actually that's very sweet of you Kaeya. Just a warning would have been nice, on both ends actually. A Polearm to the throat isn't the most peaceful ways to wake up." You point out with a chuckle, and he joined you.

After the laugher died down he took you in his arms and kissed you before muttering "I'm glad you understand."

***

"Getting sappy huh captain?" Rosaria stated as he closed the door behind you.

"Hm, maybe." He thought pensively.

"This isn't what I meant by a hookup." She retorted back.

"Oh I know, I have a knack for messing things up, though I'm sure you know that." He responded, looking into her eyes.

"They seem... nice, to nice almost. They didn't even bat an eye when I put my spear to their throat." She pointed out before yawning.

"They're like that, not afraid of weapons when they know the confrontation can be handled with words, even if the other party doesn't want to use them." He explained, how he knew is a story for another time.

"Hm respectable. You seem to like them a lot, otherwise you wouldn't have brought them over." She quipped.

"Yeah, they. Yes, they mean a lot to me." Kaeya said.

And he realized his house wasn't a home until you walked in.

[ofpineapplesanddawns]

❛ the most beautiful part is, i wasn’t even looking when i found you. ❜

Bill/Alec

(Could be marriage vows, could be more drunken confessions, could be fluffy…. so many options.)

I still have no idea how I wanna go about doing the wedding, like, I've got the basics, but the ceremony? Naaahhhh...

But drunken confessions are always fun! Even if Hardy isn't much of a drinker cause technically people with pace makers aren't supposed to drink a lot.

But he's a little tipsy, so there ya go.

Warning: drinking, sappy love stuff

On with the fic!

--

There was no need to be drinking tonight, no celebration, no depressing moods, no awkward dinners at your coworker/best friend's house.

No, it was just a calm evening between Hardy and Bill in the latter's home here in the states. In two days, Hardy would be returning home to Broadchurch, his time here in the states was coming to an end, but Bill would follow him soon.

There were boxes packed up, this apartment (Bill's new American home since the divorce) would be empty in a few weeks, and Bill would be moving in with Hardy. It was surreal, almost felt like it was too much, too soon, but then again, Hardy didn't care.

He looked at the man on the ugly couch with him, talking about something or another, the movie they had originally been watching was long forgotten. Hardy couldn't even remember what it was and he didn't want to look at the screen, too focused on his boyfriend instead.

He sipped at the wine in his hands, it was a weak type, which he had to deal with, considering his heart condition. But he was a lightweight, always had been, so he was already feeling fuzzy after two and a half glasses. He wouldn't have more after this.

Bill, on the other hand, was on his fifth, and looked quite excited with his rosy cheeks and glassy eyes, already past tipsy. He could handle drinks better than Hardy ever could, but he hadn't drank since the beach incident, so he lost some of his tolerance.

Still, he was enjoying himself, and Hardy was half listening to the story, too busy watching Bill. How did he come to fall for a man like this, when he never really was one for taking interest in people?

"Huh? Oh, I dunno, I wonder that all the time." Bill said, and it took Hardy a minute to realize he had said that thought out loud.

"Shit." Hardy set the glass aside, alright, he's had enough for the night, no more.

"Oh, don't sound so disappointed." Bill mused, faking hurt but he wasn't doing a great job at it.

"Shut it." Hardy gave him a small kick before shift, throwing his legs up to drape across the doctor's lap.

Bill chuckled, putting his own glass aside, then laid his hands on Hardy's legs. "But seriously, I do have to wonder. You don't seem like the sort of person who would even look at me like you do now. Personally, I always thought I'd be on your 'this person is an asshole' list for the rest of my time in Broadchurch."

Hardy scoffed. "Oh, you're still on the list, but your name's on another one."

"Ah? The 'I like this man more than I probably should' list?" Bill chuckled and Hardy couldn't help the small laugh that came from him, giving the man another small kick.

"Come on, someone's gotta like you, even after everything."

Bill smiled a little more at this, looking calmer. "I suppose that's true, yeah. Only someone as annoyingly stubborn and blunt as you, DI Hardy, would ever decide that I deserve a second chance after all the shit I've done."

"Sometimes people deserve one, you know?"

The smile softened, looked a little sadder. "I guess that's true. But everything I did, it wasn't great... real bastard stuff, honestly. I mean, I could've been worse, so much worse, but cheating is still terrible."

"Hm."

"I put myself on that whole... uhh..." Bill tried to think of a word, flapping his hands about. "Exile! I put myself on that whole exile thing because I thought it would give me a chance to think over my shitty actions. Give me time to look at the bigger picture, find what I did wrong, how I can fix things with my relationships, fix myself, find..."

Again, he waved about his hands. "Find something that'll make me a better person than who I was when I realized I had fucked everything up. I gave up quickly, as soon as I got to Broadchurch, what could do me any good across the ocean if nothing in the states could do that?"

Bill paused, his attention now on Hardy, and the sadness left his face. "The most beautiful part is, I wasn’t even looking when I found you."

Hardy's eyes widened, that was so open, raw, and he had never expected to hear such a thing from someone like Bill. "I... you honestly think I make you a better person? Me?" Impossible, Hardy could barely even do that for himself.

Yet Bill was still looking at him with such soft eyes. "Well, you did something right with me."

"You're drunk."

"A little, but I'm not drunk enough to say nonsense when I know I mean this."

Hardy put his hands to his face, not wanting to look at Bill anymore. "Fuck off, you're making me feel good, disgusting." He heard a laugh at this and Hardy smiled just a little behind his hands.

[angellesword]

please write a drabble to when jungkook from your eyes tell asks y/n to marry him 🙏🏼🙏🏼 i'm begging you or the first time they made love 🥺i just miss my couple sm

Have you read the special chapter of Your Eyes Tell? :D anyway, here’s the drabble you requested! :D Enjoy! <3

The exact time was 11:21am. The setting? Your apartment. You and Jimin were eating lunch together when a crazy idea popped inside your head.

"I'm going to propose to Jeongguk,"

Jimin choked on his juice the moment he heard you speak.

"W-What?" He rubbed his left ear as if doing that would make him understand your abrupt confession. Did he even hear you right?

Did you really want to propose to Jeon Jeongguk?

"I want to marry him, Jimin-ah. We've been dating for three months already..."

The way you said it confused him more. Three months. You had been dating Jeongguk for only three months. Jimin didn't understand why you were suddenly in a hurry.

"Okay," your best friend sighed, facing you—carefully analyzing your expression. He didn't want to upset you.

"I know you guys are soulmates, but isn't it too early to get married? I mean..." He trailed off, not sure what to say.

Jeongguk used to be an asshole to you. It took him so long to figure out that he loved you. What if he wasn't ready to take your relationship to another level? Or worse, what if he fucked up again? It would surely be hard for you to leave if you were already married.

"I just feel like it's not the right time, you know? You two are basically still at the merge stage. I see how you act around each other. You're so in love with him that I feel like you feel like he's never going to hurt you again. And...and!" He gasped, as if he just realized something. "Do you see the way Jeongguk looks at you? I know he has those innocent eyes, but he looks at you like you're the one who put the stars in the sky! Like you're the air he breathes—"

"Jimin..." You cut him off, huffing. "Why are you telling me this? Are you sure you don't want me to marry him?"

You didn't understand your best friend. He was only giving you more reasons why you should push through with your plan.

"I want you to marry him!" His eyes were wide. "I only said that it's not the right time yet. You guys are basically just getting to know each other. Besides, aren't you like...still mad at him? The last time I checked you banned him from your office building."

"That was months ago! We're cool now." You flashed a proud grin, causing Jimin to roll his eyes.

"You are batshit crazy! Why do you like that Jeon boy so much?"

It was a rhetorical question. Jimin clearly didn't expect you to get so sappy, but really, he was in the wrong here. He should know by now that you took everything about Jeongguk seriously.

You loved him that much.

"He asked me the same question before, you know? Gukkie doubts himself greatly. He thinks he's not worthy of love, but he is..." You were just like your soulmate. There were also stars in your eyes whenever you talked about someone you adored.

"I didn't give him an explanation because I don't know what exactly I love about him. Do you understand that feeling, huh, Jimin? Like when everything about that person screams love, you don't really know in particular why you love them? Jeongguk is like that for me. He hurt me bad before, but I guess what made me realize that he's the one I want to marry is that despite the pain he brought, it is still being overpowered by love. He showed me things I didn't know I was capable of feeling and doing..."

"Okay, stop." His eyes brimmed with tears. "I get it. You love him. You will always love him no matter what I say, so go. Just marry him. You have my blessing!"

"Really?" You embraced him when he nodded. "Cool! Help me prepare then! Who says girls can't propose to men?"

"No one! Let's go!"

Meanwhile...

The exact time was 11:21am. The setting? Taehyung and Jimin's shared apartment. Jeongguk and Taehyung were playing video games when a crazy thought popped inside your soulmate's head.

"I don't think she wants to marry me,"

Taehyung raised his brow the moment he heard Jungkook speak.

"What?" Taehyung didn't know whether to laugh or to shake his head. In the end, he chose to do both.

"Unless you're not talking about your soulmate, then I'm going to say you're being stupid." The older man laughed again. "Seriously, Guk? You don't think she wants to marry you? Are you blind or something? That girl will literally give you her heart for a dollar, and she wouldn't even mind if you break it into a hundred pieces. She's crazy over you."

Jeongguk frowned.

"What do you mean she's crazy over me? I will literally give her my heart for free, and I wouldn't even mind if she breaks it into a thousand pieces. I am crazy over her."

"Oh, God. Don't tell me you're so competitive you think you love her more than she loves you?"

"But it's true! I do love her more!" Jeongguk insisted, pouting his lips.

Taehyung shrugged nonchalantly. Typical Jeongguk.

"Whatever, man. Just marry her. I can help you choose what ring to buy." Taehyung put the controller down his lap, no longer interested in the game. "Or we can ask Jimin..."

Right. Because Jimin was your best friend.

"That sounds cool, but you're obviously not listening to me, hyung. I told you already. I don't think she wants to marry me!"

Jeongguk looked like he was about to cry. The thought of you rejecting him was enough to break his heart. He couldn't imagine a life without you anymore.

"Guk, you're just being dumb. Why wouldn't she want to marry you?" Taehyung groaned and Jeongguk sighed, explaining to his best friend his reason for thinking that.

Well, there was this one time when you two were watching a movie. Jeongguk intentionally chose a film related to a wedding. He was expecting you to comment what you liked if ever you decided to get married, but instead you stayed quiet throughout the whole film.

It also appeared like you didn't enjoy it. There was scowl on your face and you looked as though you were in deep thought.

"That's your reason?" Taehyung scoffed. "Wow, Guk. You're stupider than I thought."

"It's not just that!" Jeongguk snapped. He was struggling. He was in pain. He didn't know how to explain what's running inside his head.

"I'm just..." Your soulmate heaved a deep sigh. He looked so frightened. "I'm scared, hyung. I hurt her so much before. What if she doesn't want me anymore? I don't know...I can't...I feel like the only way I can do is to marry her, you know? I'm scared. I don't want her to leave me."

Jeongguk believed Taehyung would understand. However the latter only sighed.

"It sounds to me that you want to marry her for selfish reasons, Guk. You want to tie her down because you're afraid to be alone."

"No!" Your soulmate's eyes grew big, his heart was pounding. Shit. This was what scared him the most. People always misunderstood him since he wasn't good at expressing his feelings. How could he propose to you when he always ended up saying the wrong things?

"I just want to love her right, hyung. I want to show her that I am serious. She knows I am always trying to get away from her before. I don't want her to think that anymore. I want her to feel secured. I want her to know that she's the only one for me, that I'm not confused anymore. I mean, yeah...I don't want to be alone, but I don't want her to feel alone. I'm here for her. I'm going to take care of her. It's my turn to do that now..."

"Fuck." Taehyung exhaled loudly. "You really love her, huh?"

"More than her eyes can tell," Jeongguk smiled.

Taehyung and Jimin both helped you and your soulmate with the proposal. The four of you had no idea what the other party was planning.

You told Jimin not to tell Taehyung because the latter had a big mouth.

Jeongguk told Taehyung not to tell Jimin because the latter got excited all the time, he would probably end up telling you about the whole plan.

Basically, you and your soulmate shared the same reasoning. Luckily you and your soulmate had the same taste as well.

"I want to propose to her outside the sushi bar where she first confessed to me." This was what Jeongguk told his best friend. He wanted to be the one to confess to you this time.

"I want to propose to him outside the sushi bar where I first embarrassed him," and this was what you told Jimin. You wanted to relive that moment because it was hilarious. You hoped your soulmate wouldn't try to run away this time though.

Planning the event was rather fast. You and Jeongguk didn't want anything grand. You two just really, really want each other to say yes.

Sunday came, also known as the proposal day. You were already waiting outside the sushi bar. Unknown to you (and him) Jeongguk was standing just a few meters away from you.

Your phone was pressed into your ears. Jeongguk was talking to someone over the phone too.

"What do you mean you can't find him?" You groaned at Jimin from the other line. His job was to bring your soulmate here.

Taehyung had a similar task.

"Hyung! You said you'll bring her here!" Jeongguk felt like crying again. What if you found out about the proposal so you ran away?

"I don't know, Guk. I'm freaking out. I'm with Jimin right now. He's freaking out too. I heard him talking to your soulmate over the phone. I think she's already there."

Jeongguk didn't understand, but he still craned his neck, looking for you.

It didn't take him long to see you because you were already heading towards his direction.

"Gukkie!" You embraced him, your heart was beating erratically. Fuck. He was here! "I thought you ran away!"

Your soulmate creased his forehead. You thought he ran away when he was convinced that you did the same?

"Why would I run away? I want to be here. I'm glad Taehyungie-hyung convinced you to go here..." He felt like he could finally breathe even though he was releasing you from the hug.

It was your turn to give him a confused look.

"Uh? Taehyung didn't have to convince me. I'm here because I want to..."

Jeongguk's face turned pale.

"W-Wait! So you know?" He didn't know what to feel. Did Taehyung tell you about the plan? Damn! Why couldn't that boy keep his mouth shut?

"Of course I know!" You grinned, squishing his cheeks. "I never hesitated even a second, Gukkie. I want to marry you..."

His expression softened. You just said you wanted to marry him. Was he dreaming? God. This felt too good to be true. You made everything so easy.

All he had to do now was get on his knees, right?

"Good," and so he did. And then he fished a small box from the pocket of his jeans.

"Marry me, then."

You said you knew.

You knew, but why were you acting so shocked? Why were there tears in your eyes?

"Jeongguk..." You were shaking. He didn't understand. Did he do something wrong?

You suddenly got on your knees as well. Just like him, you also brought out a small box.

"I was supposed to do this." You laughed, showing him the ring you bought. "I was supposed to propose to you!"

Jeongguk couldn't believe it.

"Y-You..." He swallowed thickly, tears filling his eyes. "Thought about this too? But...I'm the guy! I should be the one doing this for you!"

He cried.

You cried too.

Both of you didn't know what to say. What to do? You had a plan. He did too.

When the stares of the people became too much to bear, he realized fuck it.

"Doesn't matter who proposed. I just know that I want you." He pulled your hand, carefully putting the jewelry right on your ring finger.

You did the same to him. Jeongguk's hand was trembling as you did it.

You stood up. Jeongguk followed, pulling you into an embrace once again.

"I love you so much..." He murmured, kissing your forehead.

"I love you too, Gukkie..." You didn't murmur it. Your voice was loud and instead of kissing his forehead, you aimed for his lips.

And boy did he taste so sweet.

[julemmaes]

Honey - part one

Elide Lochan x Lorcan Salvaterre roommates au

A/N: today I found a list of prompts that I just l o v e d and I decided to write an Elorcan short story cause I really really love them and I just don’t write them enough, so please enjoy this fluff turned mild angst and then again fluff I guess.

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Word count: 3,073

Elide would have loved to sleep. To be able to put on the soft plaid pyjamas that Lysandra had given her for her birthday only a few days before and slip under the warm covers - the General Psychology paper sitting in front of her as that black dash at the end of the sentence flashed was her only enemy at that moment.

She huffed, closing her eyes for a moment, enjoying the soft music coming out of the computer. She didn't know the song, because the playlist she was listening to had been sent to her by Lorcan and she hadn't had time to scroll through the song titles to memorize the ones she liked best. She couldn't even hear the words, just the soothing melody, but she could guess that it was a love song.

After all, every playlist Lorcan made for her to study with consisted mainly of sappy, romantic songs. Quite the opposite from what Lorcan himself represented, with his trademark grumpy, pissed-off attitude.

She giggled wearily, sliding even lower into the pillows as she thought about what their friends would say if they found out that her roommate looked for chill, love songs in his spare time just to help her out.

Elide never had too much time on her hands, always busy between university and the two jobs she worked to support herself, and when she could actually relax she never thought about finding new music, it was far too much work and tiring. But Lorcan wasn't studying and the shifts at the toy shop or the animal shelter were very often lonely and quiet, so he had time to listen to music for hours on end without anyone interrupting him. Only later, when he would have free time and nothing to do but play video games with Aelin and Rowan, would he get on the computer and create yet another playlist with the songs he thought she would like the most.

She was about to fall asleep when she heard Lorcan's scream and several alarms going off all over the neighborhood.

"No, fuck!"

She snapped her eyes open as she sat up and was surprised to find the room shrouded in darkness, the only source of light coming from her computer. She frowned, reaching for the switch and trying to turn the light on and off. Nothing.

She closed her eyes again, banging her head against the headboard.

This was the third blackout in a week. She couldn't take any more. And she could only hope that the alarms would all be turned off within the hour, because the last time, the building next door had taken over three hours to turn off the last one, causing everyone to lose hours of sleep in the middle of the night. She was just waiting for the dogs' barking to start as well.

Her plan to go to sleep early dissolved like candyfloss in water.

"Lorcan? Everything okay?" she said loud enough for the boy to hear. When no answer came she shook her head, huffing.

Elide looked for the phone among the blankets so she could turn on the torch, but she couldn't find it anywhere. She placed the computer on the floor, getting out of bed and paying attention to where she put her feet, "Where the fuck did I leave it?" she muttered to herself, moving the stuff she had on her desk over to the chair. It wasn't even there. She looked down at the bed again and then touched the pockets of the jeans she'd promised herself she wouldn't take off until she was done studying - nada.

She was about to leave the room when the door jerked open, "Ellie?" the computer screen was pointing too low for it to give enough light for Lorcan to see her, "Are you asleep?"

"Nop," she said from across the room, "I can't find my phone."

Lorcan sighed, "Mine's dead."

"Shit." she cursed, she wasn't a fan of the dark, "Do you remember where we put the candles last time?" she asked walking tentatively towards the doorway.

Suddenly, the music stopped and the computer made the worst sound it could have made at that moment, shutting down for good. She didn't worry about the paper that she had to finish, she knew it would be there once she turned it back on.

"I can't believe it," Lorcan muttered. They were plunged into darkness. "Can you make it over here without killing yourself?"

Elide was trying not to panic. She knew there was nothing in the dark, but that stupid childish fear had never really left her and her heart was beating wildly in her chest. It wasn't anything crippling, but it certainly wasn't a pleasant feeling.

She nodded, realizing then that Lorcan couldn't see her, "Yeah, wait."

"Take my hand."

Elide walked with her arms outstretched forward, moving them to avoid hitting the wardrobe or dresser she kept near the door, but her strategy didn't seem to work as she slammed her side into the latter and knocked half the stuff on it to the floor.

She grunted in pain, bringing both hands to the sore spot, "For fuck's sake."

She heard Lorcan chuckle, "What did you hit?"

"I think the dresser," she whined, then raised her head, as if she could see him, "Where are you?"

He snorted, "I'll try to get there. Stay right where you are."

"Where do you want me to go." Elide frowned, speaking so softly that even she struggled to hear herself over all those alarms. Another chuckle was soon broken by a growl of pain, followed by a series of very colourful swear words that made the girl burst out laughing.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," continued Lorcan, who, by the sound of the various thumps, was probably hopping on one foot, "I think I stepped on one of your stupid earrings."

"Oh, god," Elide wheezed, more out of exasperation than anything else, "pray you didn't break it because I might kill you."

"It's already taken care of that. We'd only be even if I broke it," he said, cursing as he put his foot back on the ground, "Just stand there and I'll try to pick everything up."

Elide couldn't keep the smile off her lips, "I'll help you."

They hadn't realised how close they actually were, because the second she lowered herself to kneel on the ground, her head slammed into something very hard. She grunted in pain again, bringing her hands to her forehead, but burst out laughing soon after. The situation was getting ridiculous.

"Christ, Elide, are you alright? Please tell me that wasn't your head." asked Lorcan immediately, stretching his hands forward.

Elide didn't know what he had wanted to do, probably make sure her head was still in one piece, but what his hands touched certainly wasn't her head. The laughter died in her throat with a broken sound and before Lorcan realised he was palming her, several moments passed. When he too seemed to come to realisation, he let out a squeak and immediately moved his hands away.

Lorcan squeaked.

"Did you just touch my tits?" asked Elide in a whisper. At the sound Lorcan made, Elide's entire body was covered in shivers.

He cleared his throat, "Sorry, I didn't mean to-"

"It's okay." she grinned. Elide managed to sympathize with the darkness in that moment, almost thanking it for hiding what was sure to be the reddest face Lorcan would ever see.

"Are you okay?" he asked her again, "Sorry I didn't mean to knee you in the forehead."

"I think I might have a concussion," she said, deciding to fuck with him.

"Ha ha," he huffed, "very funny."

Elide imagined him frowning more and more, then sighed, "Okay come on, let's go find these damn candles." she pulled herself upright, one hand on her head and the other on her hip, then muttered, "And tomorrow we're going to go buy a supply of electric torches."

She heard him chuckle, "Can you follow me or do I have to hold your hand?"

Without a second thought, she reached out a hand towards where she thought his would be. Only her fingers didn't meet bare skin, but the fabric of Lorcan's sweatpants, who with a surprised yelp took a few steps backwards, "What's that? Are you trying to even the score?" he said amused.

"Please tell me it was anything but your-" the words died in her mouth. She would have rather died and groaned, bringing her hands to her face when he burst out laughing.

"If you wanted to touch all you had to do was ask, babe," he teased.

"Fuck, knock it off," she said throwing a hand forward, at a safe height, and hitting him in the chest with her fist.

He grunted, but grabbed her wrist, finally intertwining his fingers with hers, "Was that so hard?"

She said nothing, but dug her nails into his flesh and that was enough.

She dragged her feet on the floor so she wouldn't risk sticking earrings or anything else in the soles of her feet and when they were finally in the hallway, she didn't worry about where to walk because she was simply following Lorcan. The warmth of his hand clasped in hers was reassuring her greatly.

"How long do you think this will last?" she asked once they reached the kitchen.

"I honestly have no idea," he said. Elide heard the light switch being turned on and then a faint, "Ah, yeah." coming from him.

She giggled, then brought her hand to her mouth as she yawned, "I just wish I could sleep."

"Rough day?" asked Lorcan, opening the hand that was gripping hers. It took her a while to realize that he was silently asking her to let him go. She felt herself flush again for not realizing it right away, and with deep chagrin she pulled her fingers away one by one, immediately missing him.

She nodded, flinching when one of the alarms changed pace, becoming louder and more insistent. She sighed, knowing they were doomed to at least another hour like that, "Classes this morning were boring as hell, but they were important so I spent six hours on books and there was no one at the café this afternoon, which means not getting too tired and not running after every order, but it also means-"

"-no tips. Yes, I know," Lorcan finished for her. She could feel him opening drawers and rummaging through items looking for anything candle-shaped.

"Your day?" she asked, yawning once more.

She heard Lorcan halt, "God, you're exhausted." she didn't answer, so he continued, "Nothing much. They came to adopt one of the newcomers this afternoon though, and I'm pretty positive that family is perfect for that pup."

Elide could hear the smile in his voice.

Lorcan might have seemed like a mean person on the surface, callous. And indeed he was a bit of a jerk if you weren't one of the people he 'put up with', as he always said, but anyone who really knew him could confirm that he was one of the most loyal and trustworthy people ever.

The fact that he worked at an animal shelter and cared about the families to whom the puppies were entrusted or at a toy shop where Elide had often seen him help multiple parents choose the perfect gift were just two of the examples that could be given to prove such a point.

"Good," she murmured.

"Ro's going to kill me," he complained, "We were playing against a bunch of kids online and now they're going to think I quit because we suck."

Elide grinned, "But you guys do suck."

The shuffling sound stopped again, "Say that again. I dare you."

She chuckled, moving a chair and sitting down. She yawned for the third time and furrowed her brow. She didn't like yawning.

"Ellie, what the fuck," Lorcan huffed in disbelief, "help me instead of just sitting there."

She groaned, "You kneed me and I'm dead tired, I have every right to do nothing," she justified herself, "Besides, the light will be back on in a few minutes. Chill out."

"Chill out." he mimicked her voice. Then he cheered, making her gasp, "Found it!"

"Good luck finding the lighter." she whispered, crossing her arms over the table and resting her head on them.

He whistled, "How nice we are tonight," then he closed the drawers slamming them shut one by one and Elide wanted to punch him again for all the noise, "But it doesn't touch me, because it's in my pocket." and then a flame lit up the room just enough for Elide to see his face.

She scowled, "Why do you have a lighter in your pocket?"

The victorious, sly expression Lorcan had had fell away so quickly that for a second Elide thought something had happened or he'd been burned.

She was almost afraid to ask, "Have you started smoking again?"

"No." he answered too quickly.

Elide stood up, throwing her arms in the air, "Lorcan!" she opened her eyes wide, "You quit over three months ago."

He grimaced, "Not really." he spoke so softly she almost didn't hear him.

Her frown deepened, "What do you mean, 'not really'? You're such a dick," she mumbled, shaking her head.

In the meantime he had lit more candles and was arranging them on the kitchen counter, but when he spoke he looked at Elide and she saw that he was holding back from insulting her in turn. "I'm not a dick, I simply didn't tell you that I had resumed..." he trailed off, then huffed, "two weeks after I quit."

Elide opened her mouth wide, "Two we-" then exploded, "Lorcan, it's bad for you.  B-a-d." she spelled, drawing the letters in the air with her finger, "Do you understand that if you keep smoking your lungs will turn so black they'll look like ash?"

Lorcan clenched his jaw, "I know, thanks for reminding me."

Elide crossed her arms over her chest, speaking in a strained tone, "Why did you start again? Why didn't you tell me?"

He turned his back to her at that, with the excuse of arranging the candles around the kitchen better, but Elide knew it was because he didn't want to look at her face. He didn't answer.

"Where are they?"

"What?"

"The cigarettes. The packet? Where is it?" she demanded to know, walking up to him.

Lorcan turned, taking a step back when he realised she was less than a metre away from him. He frowned, "I'm not telling you."

Elide's eyes went wide, "Why?"

"Because you'd snap them all," he said in an obvious tone.

She nodded vehemently, "Yes, exactly!"

Then he sighed, "Can we just let it go?"

"Sure, if you want to let it go that you're going to die of cancer and that you've been lying to me the whole time, we can let it go," she said, biting her bottom lip and shaking her head. Then she huffed out a laugh, "You're unbelievable."

"Ellie, listen, I'm not smoking as much as I used to, we're talking about one to two cigarettes a day at most," he tried to reassure her, running a hand through his hair. She could hear it in his tone of voice that he felt guilty and embarrassed, whether it was because he had lied to her or because she had found out she couldn't tell.

With a little more light brightening up the room, Elide realised only then that he was shirtless.

Fuck, she thought. Lorcan with his shirt off was a feast for the eyes.

She quickly shifted her gaze to the floor as the light returned in a flash and she was forced to close her over-sensitive eyes. They heard the tv turn on again and the melody of the video game fill the silence.

"Thank fuck." Lorcan muttered as almost all the alarms went off. Now only the few that had to be turned off manually and the dogs continued their assault on their ears.

When Elide opened her eyes again, she cursed. There was blood on the tiles. She leaned forward, looking down at the crotch of her jeans to make sure it wasn't hers, even though she knew she wasn't on her period. "Lorcan?" she asked hesitantly, then turned her head towards him, not moving her gaze from the floor, "I think you're bleeding."

"What? Oh fuck." he chuckled. Elide looked up at him at that point and saw him leaning on the table with one hand and placing the ankle of his right foot on his left knee. He looked up at her, "Your earring stabbed me."

A laugh bubbled out of her, "I'm sorry."

Lorcan looked into her eyes and his shone, "Don't worry, I'll clean it up."

"I'll help if you want." she offered, then yawned and cursed in the middle of it.

He snorted, one corner of his mouth curled up, "Nah, go to bed. I'll take care of it."

Then she let go a whine, "Oh my god my room is going to look like a crime scene if you managed to get blood in here too."

Lorcan smiled tightly, "I'll take care of that too."

Elide nodded, admiring her friend's bare torso and arms one last time.

If Lorcan noticed, he didn't show it, and Elide was grateful for that moment of discretion, they'd had enough of awkward moments for that evening.

Warning him that she was going to bed, she went into the bathroom, undressing very slowly and slipping into her soft pyjamas. When she returned to her room, she noticed a wet spot on the floor and smiled, realising that he had started cleaning from her bedroom. She shouted a simple "goodnight" to him and without waiting for an answer slipped under the covers, ready for a deep and well-deserved night's sleep.

Just a second before she could fall asleep, the door opened slightly and she heard what could only be Lorcan place something on her bedside table. She couldn't open her eyes or bring herself to talk in that moment to ask him what the hell he was doing, but when she woke up the next morning, two packets of cigarettes and the lighter he'd used the night before sat there.

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Haikyuu x reader headcannons

Guess what mamas 🙄

I died, decided to write Haikyuu headcannons for when they’re dating you, and voila! Bon appetite.

I made these for what?? Nothing, so I decided better get some use out of it.

* I tried to not make it too biased on anything, for example not many milk mentions for Kageyama or video games for Kenma. I slipped a few times oops.

Content under tag cause its a long one lmao

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[ GIRLS ]

- You and Alisa dress each other up.

- Alisa would take you shopping for your dates with Lev ( or her )

- You hype Yachi up when she feels down.

- You play volleyball with Kiyoko sometimes, that’s partly why she got good.

- Yachi probably has a lower than normal immune system so you’re taking her of her a lot, think of it as a way of giving back to her.

- Kiyoko prepares the most extravagant dates for you, if you ask why she merely says “only the best for my lover.”

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[ KARASUNO ]

- Kageyama would file your nails while you talk if he sees you picking on them.

- Hinata would go to school with his nails painted because his sister painted them. On that note, Hinata would paint your nails if you needed help on your non-dominant hand.

- Tsukishima and Akaashi would grab your hand when they’re nervous and squeeze it gently.

- Asahi likes it when you play with his hair.

- Dates with Yamaguchi would either be ordering take-out and binging anime or just cuddling and sleeping.

- Nishinoya would teach you ‘Rolling Thunder’ if you asked.

- Nishinoya also really likes it when you play with his hair.

- You and Tsukishima have study dates at a cafe and eat strawberry shortcake.

- Sometimes Sugawara goes to your house to cook for you. Or you both cook together and then share it to the team as a treat.

- Daichi would take you out to a carnival and win whatever you want for you.

- Nishinoya’s grandfather adores you, and always asks how you are. And scolds Nishinoya in front of you sometimes, saying how he should treat you right.

- Tsukishima would make playlists with songs that remind him of you.

- You let Yamaguchi explain volleyball shenanigans so he remembers them.

- Kageyama *loves* getting hugs from you, but doesn’t start them in fear you don’t want to reciprocate the hug.

- If you play volleyball you practice spiking with Hinata so he can practice receiving.

- You and Asahi go to movie drive ins and cuddle in the backseat.

- If you do something to Asahi’s hair, like a hairstyle, he would wear it around without taking it off. Nishinoya comments on his hair saying how he’s lucky to have a girl like you.

- The pretty setter squad ( specifically Kageyama, Kenma, Akaashi and Oikawa ) are all really observant so if you have some random cut they’ll and you don’t notice they’ll put a bandaid on you.

- Daichi keeps a note on his phone on things you like and don’t like plus things you’ve said.

- Tsukishima let’s you wear his glasses when you two are alone, he enjoys seeing you happy. Even if he doesn’t admit it.

- If you have freckles Hinata would count them and draw constellations on your face. ( bonus: he kisses each individual freckle )

- Kageyama tries to braid your hair, he’ll probably just tangle it though.

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[ NEKOMA ]

- Kenma knows how to braid hair pretty well, so he would often practice on you, if you have short hair small braids.

- Kenma also likes to rest his head near your neck, it feels like you’re somehow protecting him from the outside world.

- Kuroo takes you on beach dates during summer vacation.

- You and Kuroo would throw insults at each other to see who gets mad first, loser normally buys food. On that note if you’re close to breaking and you’ve lost twice in a row he’ll call quits.

- The pretty setter squad ( specifically Kageyama, Kenma, Akaashi and Oikawa ) are all really observant so if you have some random cut they’ll and you don’t notice they’ll put a bandaid on you.

- Kenma would name his starter Pokémon after you, since he keeps his starter till the end. ( bonus: uses a lot of potions on you so you don’t faint )

- Kenma gets you stuffed animals when he goes to the arcade.

- Yaku treats your wounds if you trip and scrape your knee. ( carries first aid kit for his wounds )

- Alisa would take you shopping for your dates with Lev ( or her )

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[ FUKŪRODANI ]

- Tsukishima and Akaashi would grab your hand when they’re nervous and squeeze it gently.

- Bokuto often calls you at 3am to ask you to go with him to a supermarket or to tell you he’s outside your house.

- Akaashi would help you study for your exams, he can quickly grasp any subject’s basics.

- Akaashi would read you what he’s reading at the moment, or a resumen of what’s happening.

- TW: SWEAR // Kenma is shit at 8ball so he tends so ignore your 8ball advances.

- The pretty setter squad ( specifically Kageyama, Kenma, Akaashi and Oikawa ) are all really observant so if you have some random cut they’ll and you don’t notice they’ll put a bandaid on you.

- You and Bokuto dance in the rain even if Akaashi advises against it because you two always get sick afterwards.

- Bokuto loves PDA and showing you off in general ( “HEY GUYS! LOOK AT MY BEAUTIFUL LOVER!” )

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[ AOBA JOHSAI ]

- Iwaizumi does work out dates ( pls his muscles )

- You and Oikawa would watch crappy movies and judge them. Especially sappy romance movies, though he jokes about going on cheesy dates with you.

- The pretty setter squad ( specifically Kageyama, Kenma, Akaashi and Oikawa ) are all really observant so if you have some random cut they’ll and you don’t notice they’ll put a bandaid on you.

- Oikawa would ask you to make him lunches as he adores your cooking.

- Iwaizumi makes you lunches, pretty good cook.

- If any of his fangirl do anything to you Oikawa will not hesitate to scold them, he won’t leave your side afterwards for a week.

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[ SHIRATORIZAWA ]

- Tendo and Futakuchi would start prank wars with you.

- Tendo once joked about committing arson with you. ( once, for now )

- Tendo brought you to an abandoned building with pizza and you both ate pizza at the rooftop before stargazing.

- Tendo has joked frequently about stealing a stop sign though, it’s on his bucket list on things to do with you.

- //TIMESKIP Tendo makes you chocolate for when you’re on your period ( if you like chocolate )

- Ushijima *never* gets sick. Bacteria are scared of him.

- Tendō always talks to you about the latest manga and encourages you to read it with him.

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[ JOHENZI and ITACHIYAMA ]

- Terushima once brought you out to a laser tag date, it got intense. He lost. No mercy.

- Terushima’s music taste changes every month so every month he makes you a playlist of the songs he likes most.

- Sakusa likes it both when he plays with your hair and when you play with his, although he won’t admit the latter.

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[ DATEKO ( DATE TECH ) ]

- Tendo and Futakuchi would start prank wars with you.

- You and Aone go to petting zoos as dates.

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OUTRO

now, now, wait. Before you go. If you made it this far lmao, allow me to serenade you, with Haikyuu Chants

TW: all caps

( idk if I had to mark that but I know someone who hates all caps so ye )

AOBA JOHSAI, AOBA JOHSAI ( OH! )

OOOOH SEIJOH

NEKOMA NEKOMA, NEKO NEKO, NEKO MA

SHIIIIIRATORIZAWA ( dun dun ) SHIIIIIRATORIZAWA

GO GO LETS GO, LETS GO DATEKO

NOHEBI NOHEBI NOHEBI * smt in japanese * HA CHI CHI CHI