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uwuwriting · 4 years

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Hi, so I’m not sure if my request went in so sorry if I’m bugging you twice, but could you write about Shinsou, Iida, and whoever else you feel like, with an insomniac s/o who they discover wandering around the dorm at night unable to sleep? Thank you so much! *kisses*

As an insomniac myself, this will be a huge mood lol. I added Sero in the mix because I’m going through a Sero thirst at the moment and he’s so underrated. I hope I don’t disappoint, love ya.💖💖💖

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Shinsou Hitoshi

-He’s the president of the insomniac group.

-Well actually, vice president, Aizawa rightfully claimed his title as president.

-So when he saw the circles under your eyes, getting worse and worse everyday, he knew that you weren’t sleeping.

-He experienced the same thing when his insomnia hit him.

-The thing is that even if he confronted you about it, your stubbornness and your desire to not worry him would get in the way and you would deny everything.

-So he had to catch you in the act.

-He would try to text you during the early hours of the day, like 3 or 4 am, but you would never answer him.

-He even called you and you had to act that you had just woken up.

-You really hated lying to him but having him worry while he works so hard to get into the hero course and is stressed beyond belief, was even worse.

-You slightly pushed him away but you convinced yourself that it was for the better.

-One night you felt exhausted but your mind wouldn’t shut down so you decided to take a small walk across campus and try again later.

-The cool air hit your face and it felt so refreshing.

-Shnsou was listening to his music on his balcony, when he saw you walking by.

-If he could teleport to the ground he would.

-Making his way down to you, he sprinted out the door and into the cool autumn air, spotting you in the distance and making another mad dash.

-He wrapped his arms around you and lifted you up, chuckling at your startled squeal before setting you down and peppering your face in kisses.

-You were taken aback because 1) you didn’t see him and 2) this sudden display of affection was not normal.

-You looked at him with a confused look in your eyes.

- “I finally caught you not sleeping, kitten. I knew you had trouble for weeks now.”

-After that he took you up to his dorm and made a pillow fort in order to snuggle you.

- “Why didn’t you tell me, kitten? Don’t you trust me?”

-And with that you spilled the beans, reassuring him that he did nothing wrong and that you would trust him with your life.

-When he heard your reasoning he frowned, calling you stupid for thinking like that and bringing you even closer to him.

-You two don’t know when you fell asleep tbh.

-After your talk you had put on a movie and you both dozed off.

-You agreed that whenever one of you had trouble sleeping you would come running to the other.

-Now try explaining to your classmates why you spent the night at someone else’s dorm.

Iida Tenya

-This boy is strict with his schedules.

-Whether it is for studying, eating or sleeping he is always on point, following them blindly.

-And as his s/o you have to follow them as well because if he found out you weren’t... oh boy.

-You have been having trouble sleeping for some time now but never had the courage to tell him, mainly because you didn’t want to be scolded.

-But also because you didn’t want to disappoint him.

-So you kept everything to yourself, trying to keep yourself as energetic as your body would allow around him to not raise any suspicions.

-However, Iida loves you and he is very observant of your habits.

-He just wants to learn everything about you.

-So when he sees how you’re slower during training or how your normal cheerful self was less energetic, he knew something was up.

-In a very Iida way, he confronted you about it, but of course you denied everything saying that all was fine and nothing was amiss.

-He still wasn’t convinced but he didn’t want to overstep and make you uncomfortable.

-One night he was studying alone in his dorm room, way past his bedtime which really bothered him but he made an exception.

-He was heading to the kitchen to grab a glass of water when he saw you; your earbuds blasting the song you were listening to as you danced.

-He knew that you dancing like that meant that you hadn’t fallen asleep till now.

-His suspicions of course were confirmed when he tapped your shoulder and you turned to look at him, and he saw your dark circles.

-You must be hiding them with make up while in class or around anyone.

-Wordlessly he gently grabbed your wrist and made his way to his room.

-You and him both knew that this was out of character for him.

-Once inside his room he motioned to the bed and you both snuggled under the fluffy blanket that he had.

-Silence enveloped you and it was finally broken by him.

- “How long has this been happening?”

-You answered with a mumbled “few weeks”.

- “Why didn’t you come to me, sweetheart?”

-That’s when you broke into tears, apologizing over and over about your behavior and how disappointed he must be in you.

-It hit him like a truck.

-Calming you down, he brought your hand to his heart and looking into your eyes he spoke.

- “I could never be disappointed in the one so close to my heart.”

-You fell asleep in his arms in a matter of seconds after your little talk.

-Tenya’s studies were long forgotten and he couldn’t care less.

-Having you in his arms like this was way better anyways.

Sero Hanta

-Sero is a really laid back boyfriend.

-The amount of naps you two take while ‘studying’ in his dorm is ridiculous.

-So he never could’ve thought that you weren’t getting enough sleep.

-This goofball won’t know anything is wrong until he actually bumps into you on his way to his room after late night training a couple of times.

-You never told him mainly because you didn’t want to worry him and it happened so often that it seemed normal to you at this point

-So when you see the dork in front of your dorm door in 3 in the morning you are beyond confused.

-He was carrying two blankets, some plushies and snacks while dawning one of his stupid love struck smiles.

- “I knew you would be awake. I brought the fun!”

-He walked in and dropped everything o your bed, before grabbing his phone and putting on some music.

-He then swept you in his arms and started dancing a very badly preformed waltz with you.

-It didn’t help that the songs he chose were Doja Cat and Nicki Minaj tracks.

-Your were dying of laughter on song no.3 and decided to stop your little session.

-You expected him to suggest you two sleep but instead he plopped down on the floor and turned on your TV.

-He put on your favorite movie as he instructed you to grab the snacks and the blankets.

-After wrapping you like a burrito and laying you on his chest, he started the movie and fed you popcorn.

-Half way through the movie, your light snores could be heard and Sero announced his mission successful.

-Ever so gently, he picked you up and placed you on the bed, unwrapping the blanket and replacing it with the covers of your bed.

-He looked at the clock and went to leave when he felt a small tug at his leg.

- “Stay, please?”

-Why did you have to be so cute?

-It’s impossible to so no to you when you look at him like that.

-With a chuckle, he crawled into bed laying you on his chest.

-The next morning, you were woken up by small pecks littering your face and a husky ‘good morning’ coming from your boyfriend.

-As you got ready for breakfast, he placed his palms on your respective cheek and sighed, looking at your dark circles.

- “The next time you can’t sleep, just text me. I have the cure for your insomnia, babe.”

- “You ARE the cure, Sero.”

-His face reddened at that and he looked away, only for you to giggle and give him a quick kiss.

-You two exited your room and made your way downstairs.

-Mina, who had seen him leave your room, had a shit eating grin on her face for the rest of the week.

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rena-rain · 5 years

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A Reveal where Marinette doesn’t have identity issues

Also called ‘I’ve Got Him Now’ on Ao3 linked here

“Marinette? Marinette, please talk to me. You haven’t moved for ten minutes and I’m getting worried.” Tikki hovered around Marinette’s head. She tapped her on the cheek.

That apparently snapped her out of whatever funk she was in. Marinette leapt out of her desk chair. “Tikki! Chat Noir is Adrien! Adrien is Chat Noir!”

Tikki giggled. “I know. I was there.”

“He detransformed in front of my eyes! That stupid boy should’ve looked around first! What if somebody else saw him?”

“You two have similar taste in hiding spots.” The kwami munched on her cookie unhelpfully.

“Do you know what this means?”

“That the love of your life is secretly a major dork?” Tikki teased.

A dangerous light flared in Marinette’s blue eyes. “You’re right. He is a major dork. A dork who’s in love with Ladybug.”

“You’re Ladybug.”

“Exactly, Tikki.” Marinette gently bopped her kwami on the nose. “That means Adrien is in love with me! He just doesn’t know it yet. And moreover, he’s a dork! Adrien Agreste is a pun-loving, leather-wearing, shameless flirt who runs around wearing cat ears and flies face-first into brick walls. I can’t believe I’ve been so nervous around this goofball!”

“A goofball who likes confident women.” Tikki seemed to be catching on. She gave Marinette a coy look. “So I take it you won’t be stammering around Adrien anymore.”

“Oh, Tikki. This will be like shooting fish in a barrel.”

The locker door snapped shut. “Hi, Adrien.”

To his credit, Adrien didn’t leap into the air with a yelp like Marinette did when he’d snuck up behind her locker door. He definitely jolted, though, and his eyes went wide for a second. Ah, revenge was sweet.

“Are you free any time this week?” Marinette easily felt herself slip into her Ladybug persona. The one she wore confidently like a second skin around most people. Those big green eyes and sweet smile still sent her heart galloping and made her cheeks feel hot, but her voice remained blessedly steady.

Adrien looked startled, but covered it up quickly. “I don’t think I have anything on Thursday afternoon or Saturday. Why do you ask?”

“How do you feel about getting crushed at DDR this weekend? You didn’t get to play with us last time. And we haven’t hung out in a while, just the four of us.”

Adrien smiled. “That sounds awesome! I’ll do my best to get my father’s permission.”

Marinette leaned against his locker. She planted a hand on her hip. “If you need help with that, give me a call. I can be very convincing.”

“I might just do that. He seems to like you,” he chuckled. Marinette’s face heated. She forcefully pictured Adrien somersaulting off a roof and hanging upside down from her yo-yo. The visual made her laugh a little.

“See you in class.” Marinette glanced back as she walked away. Adrien was staring at her.

“Marinette, did you really just invite Adrien over to my apartment?” Alya demanded, leaning forward on their desk with her arms crossed.

Marinette jumped. “You heard that?”

“Yeah, I heard that. Two things: one, when the hell did you get so smooth? And two, when were you going to tell me we had plans at my house?”

“You beat me to it by twenty seconds. Come on,” Marinette pleaded. She gave her the patented big blue eyes. “I know you’re not busy this weekend! We haven’t hung out with Nino and Adrien in weeks.”

“Sometimes you’re like an actual puppy,” Alya relented. She couldn’t stay mad and Marinette knew it. “Are you trying to turn this into a double date?”

“Yes and no. This time I know exactly how to get him to fall in love with me.”

Her eyebrow quirked up. “Another plan? Gonna let me in on it?”

“Let’s just say I’ve figured out how to stop getting so anxious around him.”

Alya laughed. “You’re so sneaky, you know that, right?”

Marinette giggled. “I’m taking that as a compliment.”

Step 1 was to invite him to Alya’s place.

Step 2 was to flirt lightly with him.

Tuesday through Friday, Marinette kept up a steady stream of jokes, casual touches, and playful teasing with Adrien. Just to torture him she liked to throw in a random pun. Sometimes she’d catch him responding flirtatiously like Chat Noir. When he realized what he was doing, he’d turn pink and clear his throat, snapping back into perfectly-behaved-model-student mode.

It occurred to Marinette that he probably acted so ridiculous behind the mask because he was under a lot of pressure from his job and perfectionist dad. Chat Noir’s anonymity afforded him to let loose completely. She’d probably be similar in his shoes.

Step 3 was to team up with him against Alya and Nino.

Step 4 was to flirt shamelessly while they danced.

“Nice work, hot shot.” Marinette smirked up at him.

Adrien lifted her from the dip and spun her out. “We sure make a good team, m’lady.”

He froze, eyes bulging and face flushing. Marinette laughed at his bright pink cheeks and winked at him. If Adrien looked like a deer in the headlights before, he was beyond flustered now, his face ladybug-red. He realized he’d lost the beat of the game and misstepped, and trying to spin her in too fast. They tripped over each other’s feet and collapsed in a pile of sprawling limbs on the floor. Marinette landed mostly on top of Adrien with her forehead resting against his collarbone. She untwisted herself and moved so her face was level with his, propped up by her hands on either side of his head.

Adrien’s chest heaved. God, he’s gorgeous like this.

“Whoops.” Giggling more, Marinette pushed herself to her feet and held out her hand to help him up, the gesture both familiar and strange without their masks. “Looks like we lost the game.”

Adrien took her hand and stood up. After a moment of stunned silence he gave her a look. “You totally did that on purpose.”

She gasped. “What, you think I tried to make you fall? It’s a cooperative game, why would I do that?”

He shrugged. “Throw me off my rhythm. Leave me guessing.” He leaned a bit closer to scrutinize her face. His expression was half-confused, half-devious, and Marinette was 100% satisfied with her plan. She planted her index finger on the bridge of his nose and playfully pushed him back.

“I’m surprised you didn’t just land on your feet. I’d think a mew-cision like yourself would have purr-fect timing.”

Adrien gulped, looking down at her. “Next time you’ll just have to cat-ch me.”

Marinette grinned at him and went to sit on the couch. Nino and Alya kept glancing between her and Adrien, clearly trying to figure out what just happened. Adrien’s face was red, but he took a seat next to her anyway.

Who knew torturing her crush like this would be so much fun.

Alya and Nino stood up to take their turn. “You two are going down,” Nino declared.

“With that fall, it’ll be a cakewalk,” Alya chimed in.

Marinette became so absorbed watching them that she gasped when she felt something warm brush against her ear. Adrien was leaning close, tracing the shell of her ear, the back of his hand just barely brushing against her neck. “Those are beautiful earrings,” he murmured. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you without them.”

“Th-thanks. They were a gift.”

“Is that so?”

“They’re very special to me, so I don’t like taking them off.”

He hummed thoughtfully. “I can’t tell if they’re black or red.”

Marinette looked him straight in the eyes. “Both.”

Adrien stared at her with a challenge in his eyes. She blinked at him innocently. The tension built between them, a dangerous game of chicken and Marinette was determined not to break first.

Finally, he said, “You’ve been driving me insane these last few days, Bugaboo.”

She smirked and lightly brushed their lips together. Her heart felt ready to explode. “Silly kitty.”

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toxoiddiamond · 4 years

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T H E B A S I C S Given Name: Joel Porter Nycroft Nicknames: No nicknames, but he goes by the name Joel Winters professionally. Age: 40 Birthday: May 25th Zodiac Sign: Gemini Birthplace: Liverpool, England Current Location: He is constantly touring, but he has two homes– one just outside of London, and one in LA. His London-ish (as he calls it) home is where he spends his time off, and his LA home (which is a condo) is where he lives while the band works on recording new albums, since that is where their current label is based. Speaks: English and French (not fluently, but decently well). Dominant Hand: Ambidextrous Education: High school dropout, never bothered to get his GED or anything since he never really needed to. No college education, obviously. He is very smart though, and reasonably well-educated. Occupation: Lead singer and guitarist of internationally famous band No Rest for the Londoners, often shortened to simply The Londoners. Vehicle: It’s been a very long time since he’s had to drive himself anywhere– and that’s probably for the best, given the fact that he is under the influence more often than not. He has drivers that take him anywhere he needs to go, or, if the place is within walking distance, he’ll just walk over. Worldly Possessions: Though he’s quite wealthy, he doesn’t live too ostentatiously. He does tend to buy expensive/high quality things that will last him a long time, especially if it’s an instrument or anything to do with music, but he doesn’t spend excessively. He has some artwork on his walls that he splurged on, a shelf for his various awards (which he keeps hidden in a closet in his home studio because he feels weird having them out on display for all to see), nice (but not ridiculously expensive) clothes and bedding and such, furniture he had custom made by a local carpenter, etc. Then he has all his instruments and music equipment, which make up the majority of his possessions. Pet(s): He can barely take care of himself, so he has never even considered owning a pet, but he does like animals a lot. In the future, once he has his shit together, he would be totally open to having pets.

A P P E A R A N C E Height: 6’0” Hair: Dark with a few flecks of grey. Long-ish and usually a bit of a mess unless he’s going somewhere fancy, in which case he will slick it back. Facial Hair: He usually keeps his beard quite full. He trims it now and then, but it’s rare for him to actually shave it all off. Eye Colour: Brown Skin Tone: He doesn’t spend a lot of time outdoors, so he’s pasty. Clothing: For the most part, he looks pulled together– jeans and t-shirts, the occasional cardigan, peacoats in colder weather, classic black suits when he attends special events. He doesn’t exactly dress like a “rock star” and has never cared to try and be edgy or fit a certain persona. Distinguishing Marks: Faded track marks on both his arms from his past heroin abuse– he makes no effort to hide or cover them, since he figures everyone knows about his drug problem anyway. Face Claim: Jim Sturgess

H E A L T H Physical Health: It could be better. What with the fact that he’s constantly high or drunk (or both), his health is not great. He is constantly exhausted, often feels sick, has a weak immune system, and is pretty much just a mess. There’s been more than one occasion throughout his career when he’s passed out from sheer exhaustion, or had to reschedule shows due to illness (though he considers that a last resort). Physical Abilities/Limitations: Joel is an extremely talented musician. On top of the fact that he has a lovely singing voice, he can play guitar, piano, drums, and bass. He can’t read music at all, but has a knack for playing by ear, which drives the rest of his band absolutely nuts because anytime they try to ask Joel what key he’s singing/playing in, he just shrugs. Addictions: It would be faster to list the things he’s not addicted to. But mainly, he’s addicted to alcohol and cocaine. He used to have a serious heroin addiction, but hasn’t touched heroin since his late twenties. He also abuses Xanax, though he doesn’t realize that’s what he’s doing– he figures that since his doctor prescribed it, it’s fine to use it on a regular basis, but it’s really doing more harm than good. Allergies: None Mental Health: Terrible. Like, catastrophically bad. Joel is pretty much always on the verge of a mental breakdown– he has had several over the past few years, but has not gotten the help he so desperately needs in order to get his mental health back in order. He has gone to rehab many times, but wasn’t really given much help in the mental health department; he was just told he needed to relax and that once he was off the drugs he would feel much better. Turned out that wasn’t true, so he has always gone back to the drugs after leaving rehab. He is constantly considering suicide, and has attempted it twice; once when he was fourteen, and once when he was thirty-two. The second attempt was passed off as an accidental drug overdose to the media, though it was not accidental at all.

H I S T O R Y Summary: Joel was born and raised in Liverpool. His father left when he was just a baby, so Joel never knew him. Unfortunately, his mother was neglectful and uncaring– she was addicted to drugs and ran with a bad crowd, and her only real concern was where her next fix would come from. Joel was often left with neighbors or other family members for long periods of time before his mother would remember to come and get him. More than once, authorities were alerted to the fact that Joel’s mother was not taking care of him, but nothing ever really came of it. From an early age, Joel was interested in music, and began teaching himself to play guitar when he was ten years old. He always had a knack for playing by ear, so he never bothered to learn to read music. He spent a lot of time in a local music shop playing around with various instruments, and the staff let him hang around since he didn’t bother anyone and they kind of felt sorry for him. It was there that Joel taught himself to play both piano and bass. At the age of 14, Joel was pressured by some of his mom’s friends into getting high with them. Although Joel didn’t want to, he was made to feel that saying no wasn’t an option, so he did heroin with them. He doesn’t remember much of what happened that night– just that he went with them somewhere, Joel was absolutely scared out of his mind, and then he woke up the next morning on a park bench. From then on, Joel began to get high regularly, and did favors for his mom’s “friends,” mostly running drugs and bringing back money. It was around this time that he attempted suicide by purposely overdosing, but he woke up the next morning– still in his bedroom, intensely sick and much worse for wear, but alive. Joel dropped out of high school at 16– he would have failed his classes anyway since he’d been skipping school so much and his grades had plummeted. At 17, his friend Michael invited him to London– Michael was moving there and saw an opportunity to get Joel away from all the bad influences in his life. They moved in with Michael’s aunt for a while, and Joel took a job in a record shop to save up money. Eventually they struck out on their own and decided to put a band together, something they had talked about for years. After finding the perfect band members (something they still insist was fate), they began writing songs and recorded an EP in Joel and Michael’s basement. After playing a few local shows, word of mouth begin to spread, and before they knew it, they were approached by a manager offering them a contract with a major label. They took the deal, and the rest is history. Job History: His first “job” was as an errand boy for a shady group of drug dealers. He then worked in a record store for almost three years, and during that time, helped form the band and started playing the occasional show. Obviously that worked out because he is a very famous, successful musician now. Fondest Memories: His first rock concert when he was ten years old. Running away from Liverpool– he’ll never forget the feeling of freedom as they drove past the city limits. Performing in small venues and getting such an unexpectedly good response. And, of course, the first time they ever performed in a sold-out arena; the first time he heard the audience singing his own lyrics back at him, Joel almost cried. Worst Experiences: The majority of his childhood. And… a lot of his adulthood, actually.

C O M M U N I C A T I O N Speech Pace/Style: Though Joel can be very charming, he’s not exactly smooth. He’s kind of a dork, and most of his charm comes from the fact that people find it endearing how weird and awkward he can be. Depending on whatever drugs are in his system, he can either talk a mile a minute, or he might speak slowly, possibly slurring his words (though the slurring isn’t always noticeable with his accent). Accent: Very, very English with a distinctive Scouse accent. When he speaks, there is absolutely no doubt about where he’s from. Favorite Phrases or Words: He uses a lot of typical Scouse slang, such as “made up” for “happy,” or “cob on” for “bad mood.” His bandmates tease him about his weird accent/dialect all the time, though it’s all in good fun, of course. Usual Curse Words: Fuck, and any of its derivatives.

P E R S O N A L I T Y, M I N D S E T, A N D B E L I E F S Personality Type: ENFP-T Sense of Humor: Joel is charismatic and funny– he loves to make people laugh and can be quite a goofball when the mood strikes him. He often uses humor as a way to deflect or distract from his issues, so a lot of people who don’t know him well are surprised to find out that he’s as depressed as he is. When it comes to entertaining people, he will do just about anything to get a laugh, as long as it’s not offensive in some way– self-deprecating humor is his go-to, though. Habits: He tends to fidget a lot– wringing his hands, scratching at his arms, bouncing his leg when he’s sitting, especially during interviews or before a performance. Fears/Phobias: His biggest fear is ending up alone. He doesn’t even like being alone in his house, so the idea of being abandoned or rejected by the people he cares about is what really scares him. Loneliness is his worst enemy, and honestly, anytime when Joel is left alone with his own thoughts is just not going to end well. Strengths: Joel is a creative, kind, and thoughtful person who genuinely likes being around others and getting to know them. He loves doing nice things for people, making people laugh, and is charismatic as hell. People seem to naturally flock to him and enjoy his company– he’s kind of the life of the party. Joel always does his best to be kind to his fans as well, especially kids, and would never deny anyone a picture or autograph, even if he secretly would rather be doing anything else. Flaws: As lovely as Joel can be, when he’s deep under the influence of drugs, it’s like he’s a completely different person. Selfish, combative, and a chronic liar. When he starts spiralling into depression, it’s impossible for him to pull himself out of that tailspin, and that is how he’s ended up in this vicious cycle of getting depressed, doing drugs, getting more depressed, drinking the pain away, getting even more depressed, etc, etc. Hopes/Desires: He really, really wants to get clean and sober, but doesn’t know if it’s really possible for him. He hates that he’s so reliant on drugs and alcohol to even get through the day, but he’s felt so awful and depressed (more than usual) every time he’s gotten clean that he doesn’t see how he can live like that. Self-Esteem: It could not possibly be any lower. Joel considers himself to be a burden on everyone he knows and pretty much thinks he’s a waste of space. It would only take the tiniest nudge for him to attempt suicide (again). Religion: He doesn’t believe in any kind of god or higher power. In fact, he really hopes there isn’t any such thing, because he’s pretty sure that if there is a god or any kind of afterlife, he won’t end up going anywhere pleasant when he dies.

R A N D O M Sleeping Position: Curled up in a ball on his side. Boxers or Briefs?: Boxers Day or Night?: He doesn’t have a preference– it really just depends on whether he has something to do or not. Top or Bottom?: He can go either way. Partying or Relaxing?: Usually partying, unless he has someone to relax with.

R E L A T I O N S H I P S Closest Friend: He is close to all of his bandmates: Michael (Joe Anderson), Dawn (Sofia Boutella), Holly (Devon Aoki), and their newest/youngest bandmate who replaced their former rhythm guitarist, Ryan (Justin Nozuka). Out of all of them, he is definitely closest with Michael since they grew up together. Relationship History: Not a lot of long-term relationships. He briefly dated Dawn back when they first met, before the band blew up, but they quickly decided they weren’t compatible. He has dated around a bit, some men and some women, mostly people who are also in the public eye (actors, models, musicians, etc), but none of those relationships lasted longer than a few months. Sexual Partners: A lot. He was definitely promiscuous when he was younger, lots of flings and one-night stands. As he got older, he lost interest in having a new partner every night and started getting into more actual relationships, though none of them lasted longer than a year. Thoughts About Sex: He enjoys it. He especially enjoys it when his partner doesn’t leave immediately afterward. Joel really likes to cuddle after sex, so it’s always disappointing to him when it turns out his partner isn’t interested in cuddling.

P A R E N T S Name(s): Donna Nycroft Age(s): She died at the age of 57 Social Standing: Not good. She was widely known to be an addict, and ran with a shady crowd to help fuel her addiction. Occupation(s): Drug dealer, occasionally traded sex for drugs or money, occasionally took part-time jobs if she was really desperate, though she could never hold down a legitimate job for very long. Religion: Nope. Quality of Relationship With His Children: Horrible. She never cared much for Joel, and only kept him because she got child support money from his father every month. She paid as little attention to him as possible and didn’t care at all what he did or where he went. When he first got famous, she tried to sell her “story” to a bunch of tabloids and started trashing him in the media, but the drama died down quickly because Joel refused to address anything she said and pretended he didn’t know who she was. Joel was honestly not sad at all when he got the news about her death. He pretty much said “oh… okay” and moved on immediately. Living/Deceased: Dead

D A I L Y L I F E Living Arrangements: Joel has two homes– one moderately large home on the outskirts of London, and a condo in LA. His London home is a bit secluded and private, and is where he likes to go during his off times, as he can escape the press for the most part. His band mates will often come and stay with him as well, partly because they don’t want him to be alone, and partly because they all have a great time together, especially when there’s not the pressure of recording or a tour. His LA home is where he lives while they work on recording, since their label is based in LA. The house in London is fairly large, but not a mansion by any means– it has four bedrooms, one of which Joel has converted into a music studio where he can practice, write songs, mess around with instruments, etc. Two bedrooms are currently guest rooms, and then there is the master bedroom, of course. The place is decorated with custom furniture Joel had designed and made by a local carpenter, and it is all very nice-looking and comfortable. His condo is decorated in a very minimalist, functional way, which suits Joel just fine. Lots of open space and windows, furniture with clean, modern lines, a few splashes of color here and there, and not much else.

#character: joel nycroft #ship: joley #character sheet

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Prompt: soulmate au // “please tell me this is safe”(...) // “i'm cold”(...)

Lucas has seen colour ever since he can remember.

His memories before meeting Eliott pale in comparison to everything that comes after. But he’d never ever utter a word of that observation— god knows his soulmate doesn’t need anymore fodder for his gigantic ego.

Besides, how can he have room to remember anything else when everyone just loves to remind him all about the incident— as if the idea of Lucas crying over his first kiss is a perpetually hilarious concept.

He’s perfected the blasé, I was five, he often uses to defend himself.

“Please tell me this is safe,” he says, stepping over a frozen tree root as he follows Eliott deeper into the woods.

“This is safe.”

Lucas watches him hop down an icy slope, long legs able to step over the deep grove without risk of falling and breaking his head open— which, yeah, no, Lucas is not going any further. “Please tell me this is safe, without lying.”

“You’re really demanding, you know that?” Eliott looks up at him from where he’s waiting on lower ground. “You don’t trust me?”

“Uh, not really, no.”

Eliott laughs, moving closer to where Lucas’s stood at the edge of the boulder. “Come on, I got you.”

“What if you slip?”

“I won’t.”

“What if I slip?”

“I won’t let that happen.”

Lucas sighs, bouncing in his spot as he weighs his options. “Eliott, just come back up here, please,” he says, voice soft as he peeks over the steep edge and loses all his nerve. “Let’s get back to the guys.” His mind plays out a scene akin to a horror movie, where one wrong step would send Eliott rolling off the edge of some hidden cliff, or Lucas would be standing under the wrong tree and an icicle would drop down to stab him to death. Call him a coward all you want but it’s really fucking dark out here and Lucas has never claimed to be brave.

The playfulness on Eliott’s expression softens, and he reaches up, straining until he’s able to grab one of Lucas’ hands in a reassuring grip. “I swear nothing will happen, Lucas.” He runs his thumb over the back of Lucas’ hand, smiling up at him with those endearing wrinkles at the corners of his eyes. “When have I ever let you fall?”

At seven years of age, Lucas’ parents fight so much that they don’t even notice their only son sneaking out to escape the loud, loud yelling.

He’s climbed into the play structure at the park his mama used to always take him to— back when she’d been less stressed out, back when papa had still eaten dinner with the two of them every night.

Lucas curls himself into a ball, hiding tear streaked cheeks into the crook of his elbows. He’s not necessarily crying about the fight, he doesn’t understand what they’re talking about, it’s just that he’s really scared right now.

He’s at the highest point of the play structure and he kind of wants to go down but every way back down to the ground looks too scary. He doesn’t want to fall and die. Mama used to always pick him up when he gets stuck like this, but she doesn’t even know he’s here.

“Lucas?”

He looks up at the sound of his name and sees Eliott down below, holding a basketball in his arms.

“Hi,” Lucas says lamely, sniffing as he wipes at his tears.

Eliott gasps. “Why are you crying? Wait for me, I’ll come get you!”

“No!” Lucas stops him, afraid that both of them would get stuck if Eliott climbs up after him.

“What?” The basketball falls uselessly on the sandy ground. One of Eliott’s legs is already poised to step up the ladders. “Why not?”

“I can’t get down,” Lucas whispers, feeling more tears fill up his eyes. “I wanna go down!”

“Oh.” Eliott frowns, jumping easily onto the second level of the structure, contemplates a bit, and then climbs onto the third level. “Come, give me your hand.”

Lucas shakes his head. Eliott looks too far away, Lucas will die.

“Come on, Lulu. I got you.” Eliott’s reaching upwards, both hands open for Lucas to take. “I promise I won’t let you fall.”

Lucas jumps off the rock and Eliott catches him easily.

“See? That wasn’t so bad.” Eliott grins, carefully setting Lucas down on a patch of snow, ensuring that no ice is hidden underneath the powdery surface.

“Revisit the topic when it’s time for us to get back up and I can’t climb over the damn rock.”

Eliott ruffles his hair, chuckling. “I’ll take care of everything.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Lucas scoffs, grumpily kicking small blocks of ice away from his path as they continue walking. “How much further?”

“Not much longer, your highness.”

Lucas rolls his eyes, ducking under the branch that Eliott pulls out of the way for him.

Eliott’s sneaking glances at him, eyes curved slightly in a hint of a smile so Lucas puts in the effort to pull different faces for each time his aggravating boyfriend looks back. It gets him happy little giggles from Eliott and Lucas has to bite his lip against a smile. He can’t have Eliott thinking that he’s enjoying this ridiculous trek in the woods now.

“Thank you for coming with me,” Eliott says, snapping a particularly stubborn branch off one of the trees when it wouldn’t bend. Lucas could have just dodged it himself but he’s not about to argue with Eliott’s adorable and sometimes (always) successful attempts at chivalry. “I know it’s late, I really wanted to take you out here earlier but the guys wouldn’t leave us alone.”

“You could have told me, I would’ve kindly asked them to fuck off for you,” Lucas says, walking faster when he sees Eliott cupping his hands around his mouth to blow warm air into them. In a weird twist of events, Lucas’s the one who’d been smart enough to bring his gloves for the cabin trip and Eliott had somehow managed to pack three winter jackets but had jack all for toques and mittens.

“I know.” Eliott’s laughing again, stuffing his hands in his pockets to keep them away from the biting cold. Lucas stumbles clumsily over the bumpy forest floor, almost falling into Eliott’s back and startling his boyfriend into turning around. “Hey, you okay?”

“Yeah, fine, I just—” Lucas gives up trying to explain himself, reaching out to wrap both of his gloved hands around one of Eliott’s freezing ones. “Should’ve borrowed Yann’s gloves before taking me here.”

Eliott shrugs. “I was hoping you’d do this actually so… success, I guess.”

Lucas squints at him. That’s total bullshit. “Just admit you didn’t think of it and go.”

Eliott raises his hands in surrender, laughter loud amongst the silent trees. Lucas grabs his hand back in his hold. “What do I do with my other hand then?”

A side eye is all he gets. “Suffer.”

“Aw, come on.”

“I’ll switch to your other side later.”

“You’re so sweet sometimes that I forget you’re the biggest bitch I know.”

“Oh yeah? This bitch is done warming your hands then.” Lucas lets go of him, sealing the deal by lagging a few steps behind.

“I’m kidding!” Eliott jogs backwards, making the dumb gesture somehow look cute. Lucas scowls at himself, disgusted at how in love he is with this goofball. “I’m kidding, please hold my hand, Lulu.”

Lucas makes sure to heave his biggest sigh, “I guess if I have to.”

But Eliott doesn’t resume with the banter, only dipping his head down to Lucas’ eye level and nudging his cheek with his nose like the overgrown puppy he is. “I mean it. Thank you for coming.”

Lucas looks up at him when Eliott pulls away, hands clenching tighter around Eliott’s fingers— now toasty warm.

“You know I’ll follow you everywhere, dumbass.”

Lucas is fourteen when Eliott calls him at half past two in the morning, words indecipherable in between his heaving sobs. It’s a good thing they live close by, because nothing would have stopped Lucas from pulling his shoes on and running right over.

They’re in Eliott’s bed the morning after, sitting cross legged from each other as Eliott fiddles with the many tubs of paint in his collection. Lucas watches him silently, offering a small nod when Eliott swears under his breath and leaves the room, promising he’d be right back.

They still haven’t talked about what happened the night before.

Lucas flops back down on the bed, snuggling closer into the large hoodie Eliott’s lent him after his shower— his soulmate hadn’t even tried to look for something that would fit Lucas better.

“This should be good enough,” Eliott says as he returns, tone slightly giddy, and when Lucas looks up he catches the tiny smile gracing Eliott’s features. Lucas sighs, relief spreading over his chest like a soothing balm— it’s definitely progress from how Eliott had been acting last night.

“What’s that for?” Straightening up, Lucas nods towards the small bottle of nail polish in Eliott’s grip.

“Remember when I asked for your help last month?”

“For your project?”

“Yeah!” Eliott jumps back into bed, pulling Lucas closer by his legs. Lucas would have kicked him in the face for it if the memory of Eliott’s tears still wasn’t so fresh in his mind. “I need your hands for the cover photo.”

“So you’re using me as a free hand model.”

“I’ll buy you ice cream after.” Eliott looks up, shooting him a quick wink.

Great. So they’re still not talking about it.

Eliott folds the sleeves of the hoodie twice over to get the material away from Lucas’ hands. They work in comfortable silence— Eliott trying his hardest to make the blue nail polish look smooth and even while Lucas opts to staring at him unashamedly.

He’s kind of missed Eliott, actually.

Eliott has started high school already while Lucas’s still trudging along in middle school, pretending his handsome dork of a shadow isn’t a gaping absence in his everyday life. It’s not like they’ve grown apart; they see each other out of school sometimes (when Eliott’s not drowning in homework) and they text each other a lot of times.

Still, it’s different from how they’ve always been inseparable during their younger years.

“I went to the doctor yesterday.”

Lucas perks up, nodding as Eliott moves on to painting his other hand. But when the other boy doesn’t continue, Lucas decides to give him a verbal cue. “Okay.”

Eliott blinks, like he’s just remembering that he’d said something in the first place. “Something weird happened last week.”

Lucas doesn’t quite get how it relates to the doctor thing but he lets it be. “Okay.”

“I was invincible, Lucas,” Eliott explains vaguely and despite the positive words he’s using, his tone implies otherwise. Which makes sense, since Lucas vividly remembers Mrs. Demaury telling Lucas that Eliott hadn’t been feeling well at all the past week. “And then I wasn’t.”

“Okay.” The urge to hold Eliott’s hands in his is almost overwhelming but his nails haven’t dried yet and he really doesn’t want to ruin Eliott’s hard work.

“It’s like… my mind was going to so many places.” Eliott replaces the cap on the nail polish, letting it roll on the sheets between them as he talks. “But my body can’t move.” There’s a slight tremor in Eliott’s hands and Lucas decides fuck it, to hell with the goddamn nail polish. He reaches out and intertwines their fingers together, squeezing the hands in his when he feels Eliott hold onto him a little harder.

“Okay.”

“I didn’t— I was feeling everything and nothing all at once and I just wanted to sleep.” Eliott closes his eyes, his grip on Lucas bordering on painful but the latter doesn’t stray from it. “But I wasn’t fucking sleeping.” He lifts their joined hands up to his forehead, head ducked down as if in prayer. “This,” Eliott continues, knocking his head lightly over their hands. “This was elsewhere and I couldn’t fucking control it.”

Lucas pulls their hands towards him, brings them to his lips. He places the lightest of kisses over Eliott’s knuckles, willing for him to look up. “Okay.”

“I’m bipolar, Lucas,” Eliott whispers, words shivering out of his lips. “It’s not okay.”

There’s a pinprick behind his eyes, tears stubbornly wanting to make their appearance despite Lucas’ best efforts. Still, he clenches his teeth against them. “Maybe. But it doesn’t change a thing.”

“It changes everything.”

The fact that Eliott uses the same words that Lucas’ father had used a couple of years ago, against his mama, has him losing the battle. The tears he’d been holding back fall from his eyes and his heart lurches painfully when Eliott’s immediate reaction is to wipe at them gently with his thumb.

“No,” he says, just as soft. “It doesn’t, not for me. Not for us.” Lucas can be anything in his life— he’s young and brash and has his whole life ahead of him. He will not be his father. “I’ll be right here, as always.”

“It’s going to be hard.”

“Things don’t stay easy forever anyway.”

“You weren’t there last week, it was so bad.”

“I’ll learn.”

“But—”

“Are you trying to get rid of me?” He says, brows raising in accusation. It gets a small huff of laughter from Eliott and Lucas smiles at the sound. “Cause give it up, I’m not going anywhere.”

“What if I go where you can’t follow?”

“Impossible.” He doesn’t ever want to think about what that means. “Where you go, I go.”

“Fuck,” Eliott breathes out, shaking his head. “Fuck fifteen.”

Lucas’s only confused for a second before Eliott leans over and captures his lips in a kiss. He’s swear to god not expecting it and certainly not when Eliott tumbles them back into the sheets, tongue hot and insistent against his closed lips. Not knowing what else to do, he allows Eliott in and immediately after can’t decide whether it’s the best or worst decision of his life. Either way, the very telling moan that claws its way out of his throat is enough to have him mortified.

You see, Lucas has never had anyone but Eliott and his experience in this area is absolute rock bottom as Eliott hasn’t actually kissed him on the lips ever since that time when he was five. And he’d cried back then.

He has half a mind to demand where Eliott learned to kiss like this because he’s pretty sure his soulmate hasn’t had anyone but Lucas either or he most certainly will be kicking him where it hurts. But all thoughts of demanding anything flies out the window when Eliott’s hands make their way under his borrowed hoodie and, well, just no, Lucas has to mentally prepare for this beforehand please and thank you.

“Wait, wait, wait,” he gasps out, finally finding the strength to turn away and use his jelly limbs to push Eliott off.

“You okay?” Eliott asks, all worried like he hadn’t just attempted to murder Lucas with his tongue.

“Yeah,” he says quickly, moving so that he’s face down on the bed with a hand over his pounding chest. Jesus. “Just, wait, I think I’m having a heart attack.”

Eliott falls into the pillows laughing; unencumbered, bellowing, genuine— happy.

He wipes his half dried nails over the sheets in revenge.

“Lucas!”

“Why is it so fucking cold?” Lucas mumbles mostly to himself. Blowing out a breath upwards and seeing the cloud of white in its wake irrationally pisses him off even more.

“I told you to bring a jacket,” Eliott says, nonchalant as he ambles through, all warm in his shirt and hoodie and two fucking jackets.

“I did,” Lucas retorts. “I just didn’t know we were going to fucking Antartica, Eliott.”

His boyfriend outright laughs at his discomfort. Lucas pouts, carefully stepping around slippery patches of ice as he shivers in misery. If Eliott has to take him to the hospital for hypothermia after this, he’ll see who’s laughing then.

Everything around him goes pitch black all of a sudden and Lucas stops, breath halting its steady rhythm as he looks up. His eyes haven’t adjusted yet so he can’t even see Eliott’s outline in the dark.

“Shit.” He hears Eliott from somewhere ahead of him and Lucas tries to walk over but he bumps into a tree two steps into it, feet sinking into a fragile glass of ice. The crunching sound it makes under his feet is jarring. “Lucas? Stay where you are, okay? Don’t move.”

And yeah that’s some smart thinking right there. He’s glad at least one of them still has common sense.

Eliott’s phone battery has probably ran out. Lucas’ phone is back at the cabin, charging, so he can’t even do anything to help fix this. His brain starts coming up with horror movie scenarios again and Lucas thumps his head against the tree, turning around to lean his back against it as he waits for Eliott.

“Baby?” He hears Eliott’s voice again, still from the same direction as earlier.

“Right here,” he answers, thoughts of hypothermia taking a backseat for now.

There’s a light click from somewhere on his left and Lucas can breathe properly again. The path in front of him is lit with the flashlight in Eliott’s hand and Lucas wastes no time running towards him.

Eliott doesn’t make fun of him when Lucas jumps into his arms, only bending down a little so that Lucas doesn’t strain so much to reach him.

“I’m sorry, baby.” Eliott murmurs into his hair. “I forgot my phone has shit battery life.”

Lucas laughs at that. “It’s okay.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, I wasn’t scared.” Lucas doesn’t need to see Eliott’s thumb moving over the flashlight to know what his jackass soulmate is about to do. “But I will murder you myself if you shut that light off right now and no one will find your body out here.”

He feels Eliott’s laughter from over his head but Eliott obediently keeps the light on. Thank fucking god.

Now that the crisis is over, Lucas starts to shiver from the cold again and he’s beginning to very seriously think that he’s actually going to die that same night when his body is wrapped in immediate warmth. His head snaps up, and Eliott smiles down at him, outer jacket now placed over Lucas’ shoulders instead.

“You’ll be cold,” Lucas protests weakly, not really wanting to lose the blessed warmth but also not wanting Eliott to feel as cold as he’d been earlier. “Take it back.”

“Do you really think I need two jackets to stay warm?”

“Hm?” Lucas still hasn’t moved from his position against Eliott’s chest, arms wrapped securely around the latter’s waist so he doesn’t move away.

“I knew you’d be too lazy to dress properly so I brought this for you,” he says, rubbing circles around Lucas’ back over the jacket.

“Oh.”

“What? You doubted me?” Eliott pulls back, lifting Lucas’ face by the chin. “How many times do I have to tell you that I’ll take care of you before you drill it into that head of yours?”

Lucas presses his lips together but his efforts hold no candle over the enormous smile that tugs them apart.

At fifteen, Lucas quickly gets exhausted by the attention he’s receiving in high school.

He knows the bulk of the interest comes from being one half of a soulmate duo. He doesn’t exactly shout it out to the rooftops but the rumour mill is brutal around high school. Everybody somehow knows who’s got the syndrome or not. It doesn’t even help him that Eliott makes it no secret just who exactly Lucas’ other half is. Ironically enough, it only makes things worse.

“I’m having a party this Friday,” Robert, or whatever his name is, leans against the locker beside Lucas’, unperturbed even when Lucas treats his presence like air. “If you and your friends wanna come.”

What Lucas wants is for what’s his face to leave him the fuck alone. “No.”

“You answered that too quickly, I think you might wanna think about it for a bit longer.”

Lucas slams his locker shut, spares the nuisance some eye contact for a few seconds longer than usual, and reconfirms his answer. “No.”

He hears Yann and the others coming up behind him and breathes out a sigh. Finally, some rescue— or so he thought.

“Hey man!” Arthur greets the guy behind Lucas while Basile looks starstruck. And, okay, Lucas understands the fascination; Robert is in his final year and is in one of the more popular cliques in school. Doesn’t change the fact that he’s fucking annoying, though.

Lucas looks at Yann with an expression he hopes is meaningful enough to get him to bail Lucas out.

But Yann doesn’t get it. Lucas’s seriously going to demote him from best friend status now.

“Fine,” Robert sighs, straightening up from the locker to loom infuriatingly close behind Lucas’ back. “I won’t hold it against you if you change your mind.”

“Change your mind about what?” Basile snaps out of his daze just in time to fuel the fire Lucas’s desperately trying to douse.

“Nothin—”

“Lucas says you guys wouldn’t be interested in a party this Friday?”

Fuck you, Robert.

“What?!” Basile exclaims, looking at Lucas all offended. The latter shrugs, remaining uninterested. Arthur gives him a subtle tap on the shoulder, widening his eyes in reprimand when Lucas looks over and they really need to calm down, it’s just a stupid party. There’s one practically every week.

“No, no.” Arthur takes over, pushing Lucas aside which means he now has to turn around and see Robert’s triumphant smirk. “He cracked his head on a wall this morning, we’ll definitely be there.”

“Cool. I’ll see you then.” And with that, Robert walks off— backwards. It doesn’t look half as attractive as when Eliott does it. Lucas barely resists flashing him the middle finger.

“Lucas!” Arthur turns to him, scandalized. “How could you turn that down?”

“It’s just a party.”

“It’s not just a party. That was Roden Caron inviting you, himself, just now. Are you crazy?”

“Whatever, you guys can go if you want. I’m staying home.”

“Pretty sure he won’t let us in without you,” Basile pipes up, eyes round and pleading.

Lucas turns to Yann, who’s been quiet for the entire conversation, only to see his best friend’s head tilted down, tapping aimlessly at his phone. He knows Yann and Emma are having a rough time with their relationship right now and guilt churns in Lucas’ stomach. He hasn’t exactly been acting the role of the best friend either, too preoccupied with the shift in his and Eliott’s relationship for the past year.

But maybe that dickhead Roden’s given him an opportunity to redeem himself a little.

“Yann,” Lucas calls out, Yann looking up at them only after he’s been directly addressed. “You up for some distraction on Friday?”

“I don’t know…”

“Come on, man.” Basile knocks him encouragingly on the shoulder. “There’ll be unlimited drinks for free! And hot girls!”

“Yeah! And I heard his parties are bomb,” Arthur pitches in, almost vibrating at the prospect of attending.

Yann meets Lucas’ eyes. “Eliott’s gonna be okay with this?”

“Uh.” Eliott probably wouldn’t want to go to a party hosted by some guy with a vendetta against him but Lucas can try. “I’ll ask if he wants to come.”

“No, no, no.” Basile takes Lucas’ phone away before he could do anything. “We are going to this party as single men.”

“We’re not single, though,” Yann retorts.

Basile pauses. “Okay, not single single but no significant others for the night.”

“Why?” Lucas doesn’t feel all that comfortable going without Eliott, for obvious reasons.

“When was the last time we all hung out together with just us?” Basile spreads his hands out quite dramatically, looking around to meet eyes with each one of them. Lucas concurs he doesn’t have a good answer to that. “Exactly.”

They all mumble disgruntled agreements, even Arthur who isn’t even in a serious relationship.

Lucas pockets his phone without asking Eliott to come with him. It’ll probably be fine anyway.

Except, of course, it’s not.

Yann’s shitfaced drunk on the couch two hours into arriving and Lucas, having stuck to him like a leech in order to prevent anything too disastrous from happening, is on his way to getting there as well. He listens to Yann’s moaning and groaning about not meaning to lie to Emma all the time but things are just so complicated.

Lucas sloppily pats him on the back, taking another swig at his beer until he realizes that the bottle is empty.

He should get more.

Getting up from the couch is a hassle— his legs feel too weak to support the rest of his body and his head seems to have cotton for brains.

He should stop drinking now.

Digging around his pockets, he walks towards the kitchen in hopes of finding a little peace and quiet— and two water bottles for him and Yann as well. He’s glad his cotton brains are at least half functional.

His hands finally reach into the correct pocket for his phone and he gleefully presses Eliott’s speed dial, excited to finally talk to his boyfriend after a long day without him. Eliott knows he’s at Roden’s party, having mentioned it offhandedly after Eliott complained about having to go to a classmate’s house, on a Friday night, to finish a group assignment.

Just as predicted, Eliott’s face soured at the mention of Roden but he shrugs it off, kissing Lucas goodbye with a teasing, “Don’t be too bored without me.”

And Lucas tried, really, but parties are just way too dull without his boyfriend around.

“Hey.” Eliott picks up from the other line, sounding sweet and sleepy.

Lucas realizes he doesn’t know what time it is. “I’m bored, Eliott.”

There’s a muffled chuckle and then, “I think it’s time for you to leave that lame party.”

“But the guys are still here?” He speaks slowly, trying not to slur his words. Eliott would get worried if he catches wind of how much Lucas has already drank.

“With you right now?”

Lucas looks around and spots Arthur and Basile engaged in a giant drinking game that looks a hair’s width away from being too much.

“No.”

“Then you can leave whenever you want.”

“Yeah… yeah,” he answers absently, leaning against the kitchen counter as he stares at the cupboards. Which one would hold the cups? He wants cold water from the fridge, not those stupid water bottles scattered around on the floor.

"Lucas?” There’s a lot of noise from Eliott’s line but Lucas can’t figure out what he’s doing at this time of the night. Or early morning. Whatever. “Hey, baby, are you okay?”

“Mhm.” He rubs his eyes with the back of his hand. “I think…” Drunk Lucas is too much of a disaster to be hanging around in public so he should probably go. “I’m—”

“Finally caught you.” There’s another voice nearby but Lucas understands that it’s not coming from his phone. He turns around, cursing in his head at the sight of Roden. He’s been doing so well avoiding the guy all night.

Lucas holds the phone tighter. “I’m just leaving,” he mumbles, trying to push past him to get out of the kitchen. Except Roden holds out an arm to block his path and it’s enough to confuse Lucas’ drunken state into staying put.

Eliott’s saying something from the other line but Roden picks the phone out of Lucas’ slack hold and ends the call. “You don’t have to.”

“I do.” Lucas attempts to leave again, only to realize that he still needs his phone back. He makes a grab for it but Roden pulls it out of reach. “Give it.”

“Get one more drink with me and I’ll let you go.” Roden gestures towards the two bottles of beer on the kitchen island.

Lucas shakes his head, he’s not drunk enough to be too stupid. “No, I wanna leave.”

“Come on, I just wanna talk.” Roden’s arms fall by his sides as he shrugs and Lucas’ eyes follow the movement.

“I don’t wanna talk.” Lucas snatches his phone back, pocketing it real quick. With that done, he tries for another escape but this time Roden’s hands grab him by the wrists, pressing him against the wall and this is getting really fucking frustrating.

“Fine, no talking. Let’s do something else then.”

Lucas twists around, trying to free himself enough to punch this imbecile in the balls. “Are you deaf or what?” He wants to yell but even that small attempt to raise his volume causes him a bout of dizziness. Shit, this would be the worst time to pass out. “I said I wanna go home. Get off me.”

“Come on, stop pretending it’s not boring, staying with just one person your whole life.”

He stops struggling for a second only to give Roden an incredulous look. Is this guy serious? He’s really going to go fake deep about soulmates with Lucas over here?

“None of your business.”

“I’m just trying to do you a favour, see?” Roden leans down, breathing over his neck. Lucas’ pulse spikes with the first strike of fear. “Maybe after this, you’ll even forget all about Demaury.”

The mention of Eliott’s name, in that mocking tone that Lucas is unfortunately too familiar with, brings out such sheer anger in him that Lucas manages to rip his hands away from Roden’s grip, punch him twice in his dumb, entitled face, and kick him in between the legs for good measure. He’s light headed by the time he’s done and Roden looks more furious than hurt, which doesn’t bode all that well for him, so Lucas makes a run for it.

As best as he can anyway. His knees are this close to buckling but Lucas holds onto that thread of adrenaline, hoping he’s going the correct way to the front doors.

When he gets out, the wind is comfortingly cold against his skin but he stutters in his steps— he can’t go home like this. His mom would worry and get even more stressed out. Raking shaky hands through his hair, he’s just about to stagger down the porch steps to figure things out on his walk home when Eliott, wide eyed and windswept, comes running into sight.

“Eliott?” Lucas sure hopes he’s not hallucinating right now or he’d be really worried for himself.

“Come here.” Eliott walks up to him and Lucas barely gets off the top step before Eliott’s arms are around him, embrace so tight it pulls him off the ground. “What the fuck was that, Lucas?”

“Huh?”

“The fucking phone call,” Eliott says carding one hand through Lucas’ messy hair. “I heard his voice and it just ended and—”

“I’m fine.” Lucas tries not to think about it or he might not be fine. “How did you get here?”

“I ran.”

“Fuck.” Lucas buries his face in Eliott’s neck. “Stop being so sweet, I’m gonna puke.”

“Pretty sure you’re gonna puke anyway.”

“Shut up.”

Eliott sets him down carefully, but Lucas can’t bring himself to walk another step. He’s run out of adrenaline since Eliott’s arrival and he’s reminded of how truly useless his body becomes when inebriated.

“Here.” Eliott stoops down in front of him, taking Lucas’ hands to wrap around his neck from behind. “Get on my back.”

“I’m sorry.” Lucas slumps against Eliott’s back, holding on when Eliott straightens back up. “You must be tired.”

“Never.”

Lucas cuddles closer, pressing his nose into Eliott’s hair. “Thank you.”

“I told you, Lulu.” Eliott turns his head and steals a little kiss. “I’ll be here to take care of you. Always.”

“Thank you.”

“You’re never going to a party without me again.”

“I know.”

“I’m gonna fucking kill Roden.”

Lucas snorts, “Don’t bother.”

“No, he’s gonna die on Monday.”

“Eliott.”

“You said we were almost there like, two hours ago,” Lucas says, mostly to be difficult. He’s starting to not mind the long walk in the deep, dark woods with Eliott. Except for the fact that, you know, they could die any minute now. But that’s no big deal.

“It’s been half an hour,” Eliott retorts with a scoff. “And we really are here this time. Careful, watch your steps.” He leads them up a soft mountain of snow and Lucas feels the wooden stairs buried deep under. It gets steadily brighter around them the higher they get, with the trees no longer shielding them from the night sky.

And wow, okay, maybe Eliott’s onto something over here.

High up as they are, Lucas sees nothing but an expanse of dark skies speckled with stars that are alive. Is that…?

“Meteor shower.” Eliott leans his chin on Lucas’ shoulder, watching his reaction closely. “It started about half an hour ago. I was worried we’d miss it.”

Lucas stands there with his mouth open, shaking his head in disbelief.

“How did you…” Lucas turns, laughing incredulously up at Eliott. “Did you make a deal with the devil? How do you do these things?” His eyes slide back up where the stars continue their mesmerizing dance in the dark. “Fuck.” He feels Eliott’s gaze still on him so Lucas nudges him with an elbow. “Why aren’t you watching it?”

“I’ve got something much better.”

Lucas rolls his eyes, thankful that the flashlight’s shut off, making it way too dark to catch the warmth on his cheeks. “Stop.”

Eliott grins. “I’ve been so obsessed with your eyes from the moment I saw them.”

“Obsessed?” Lucas repeats, laughing. “How romantic.”

“Would you turn down the attitude? I’m trying to make a speech here.” Eliott’s bouncing on his feet now— is he getting cold?

“Sorry, go on,” Lucas says, gesturing with a hand for Eliott to continue.

“I’m starting over.”

“Sure, whatever.”

“Jesus, I’ve always thought you were so fucking rude, you know.”

“You’re really nailing the romance up in here, dude.”

“Shut the fuck up.”

“Or what?” Lucas’ eyes are still stuck on the sky.

“Or I’ll marry you,” Eliott whispers and Lucas feels his brain combust.

What?

He hasn’t moved, still facing the stars, but his eyes are unseeing.

It isn’t like Eliott hasn’t talked about marriage before, but that was years ago, when they were children. And Lucas had doubted how serious he’d been about it.

Eliott’s graduated from college last year and he’s having the time of his life as an intern in the film industry. He’s got his own apartment where Lucas had moved in ages ago— it had been a chill, unofficial thing, really, Lucas had gone over once upon a time and just didn’t go back home.

Lucas is only nineteen, he’s still got quite a bit to go before figuring out where he wants to be after graduation.

He doesn’t know if getting married any time soon is a good idea at all.

“No,” he says, zoning back in, blinking up at the sky.

“… No?”

“No.” He turns, gazing up at Eliott’s falling expression. Despite the loss of spark in them, the skies above the two of them are no match against the galaxies in Eliott’s blue, blue eyes. “No, I won’t shut up.”

To hell with good ideas anyway.

The smile that blooms on Eliott’s face is worth the, probably, very fucking stupid decision Lucas has just made. Faced with the intensity of the joy radiating from his soulmate, Lucas can’t comprehend how he’s ever to decline the question.

Eliott drops down on one knee.

“Oh no,” Lucas says, shaking his head. “Get up, get up, don’t do this.”

But of course Eliott doesn’t listen. He soaks up Lucas’ panic and seems to gain confidence from it, the utter asshole. “Lucas Lallemant…”

Lucas takes the hood of his jacket and folds it over his eyes.

Eliott laughs, “Baby, it doesn’t have to be now, or the year after, or any time soon. I don’t care when it is. But I’ll really appreciate it if you say yes to marrying me at some point before we die.”

Lucas peeks down at him. “Is that your big speech?”

“No, I forgot my original speech when you said no earlier,” Eliott admits, pulling Lucas’ hands away from his face to make sure that he sees clearly what’s hidden inside Eliott’s palm.

Lucas watches Eliott’s fingers unfold and he knows there’s got to be some kind of ring in there but what he sees makes him gasp out a resounding, “No!” And he spins around, hands over his head. He can’t believe this. “No! You’re so cheesy, what the fuck?” He doesn’t know what to do with himself, it feels like his limbs are trying to shiver out of his body from the inside out.

Eliott isn’t even on his knees anymore, he’s just sitting on the snow powdered ground, laughing it up. “You don’t like it?” He barely gets the words out before dissolving into more high pitched laughter. Lucas doesn’t understand why he loves this idiot.

“How… it was so ugly,” he mumbles, stepping closer to look at the ring again. It’s not ugly anymore, to be honest. The metal is now slimmer, more delicate than crude, its polished surface glimmering every time it catches onto a source of light. The haphazard knot that connects the band together has been trimmed so that it looks more like intertwining branches rather than a badly screwed keychain.

“Can I?” Eliott stands, hands hovering close to Lucas’.

Lucas nods, fascinated as it slips perfectly over his finger.

It’s actually really stupidly beautiful.

“Fuck.”

“Are you crying?”

“Shut up.”

He’s five when mama tells him that Eliott is going to be a big part of his life.

So on the Monday after everything suddenly looked weird and bright, Lucas seeks Eliott out so he can watch him make more ugly paintings.

He’s letting Eliott talk him through what’s going on in his newest project when something falls out of Eliott’s sweater pocket. Lucas picks it up, frowning when a sharp end pokes at his finger.

“What’s this?” He lifts it up to Eliott’s face and the boy goes cross eyed a little.

“Oh!” Carefully, he takes it off Lucas’ hold and places it on the desk. “It’s your ring.”

Lucas doesn’t get it. “Why would I have a ring?”

“For when I get you to marry me,” Eliott declares, looking at it proudly. “Mama makes things with metals, she said I can have this!”

“It’s big.”

“Of course, silly. You have to grow up before you marry me.”

Lucas stares at the ring some more. The whole thing is crooked and he’s pretty sure the knots will stab someone’s eyes out if they’re not careful. It’s so ugly, he doesn’t like it. But Eliott seems very happy so Lucas keeps those thoughts to himself. “Is it… abstract?”

Eliott blinks, looking like he doesn’t know what to say. That’s okay, Lucas asks a lot of questions even adults don’t know the answer to.

“Huh,” Eliott says, putting a finger to his chin like he’s thinking hard about it.

The teacher interrupts them before Eliott can give him a proper answer, letting Eliott know that his parents are there to pick him up.

Lucas smiles when Eliott pouts— it’s really cute. It reminds him of when his neighbour’s little baby frowns. Super adorable.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Lulu,” Eliott sighs, getting up to pack up his backpack. “You can have this one too.” He gives Lucas the new ugly painting; it looks like the one Lucas already has but Eliott’s used different colours this time— all shades of blue.

“Bye bye.” Lucas waves him goodbye.

“Wait!” Eliott runs back to their table and drops a kiss on his forehead.

Lucas blinks up at him. “Why?”

“Because I love you but papa says I can’t kiss you again until you’re fifteen!” Eliott prattles out, already jogging back towards the door as he waves his hands about. “Bye, Lulu!”

Lucas leans against the table, chin resting against his folded arms as he smiles at the new painting Eliott’s made for him.

He’s beginning to like abstract.

#skam france #elu #fictag #this is a monster chapter #hope u enjoy #im gonna keep tagging #elu fluff week #haha #ok i gotta go #elu soulmate au

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luizemi · 4 years

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Some fluff for Christmas

Merry Christmas @bluemoonfantasiesiii!!

Here’s my take for SL 2019 Secret Santa: some soft KuroMahiSaku for you! I hope you enjoy this Christmas as much as your boys do ~

“You could dodge that, loser.”

“Apparently I couldn’t!”

“Loser.”

Sakuya represses the urge to throw the joystick at Kuro’s face. The boy does not even seem angry, sitting perfectly still on the carpet, his eyes stuck on the TV screen.

“I’ll get done with that stage in a minute. Watch and learn.”

Sakuya mimics the self-proclaimed e-sport champion. Why does he even ask Sakuya to play with him? It is not as if he needed his help… Well, guess at least it means he is part of the furniture now. Sakuya sighs. He can hear the vacuum cleaner from the other room. He would go and help Mahiru, but the brunette has forbidden his mates to cross the kitchen’s threshold. It is his kingdom, after all.

Sakuya squints back at the screen. Kuro has effortlessly completed the stage, and the list of his achievements appears. He stretches out.

“Mahiru! Can I eat chips?”

A muffled scream comes from the kitchen. Sakuya muses:

“Translation: you will wait for dinner in due time like everybody, you lazybones.”

“But I need to refill my energy…”

Kuro lets himself fall on the carpet, mumbling about how hard that floor is. Sakuya does not dare saying that he could play on the couch, like any normal human being – first, they do not belong to this category; second, he knows the answer.

“I can’t bring out all my skills by just sitting normally!”

Hence both of them playing right in front of the TV, on the floor. Most of the time, Mahiru keeps an eye on them from the couch, encouraging their progress and giving Sakuya knowing looks each time Kuro auto-congratulates for his own successes. As for today, Christmas 24th, Shirota has been too busy completing his angel in the house duty. Since the first lights of dawn, the boy has been up, rummaging in every room of the tiny flat. The others started to be really concerned when he locked himself up in his bedroom. From the living room, they could hear thuds and scrapings. But Mahiru would always answered that he was perfectly okay. As usual.

“You are not focused, Watanuki”, Kuro snaps.

His avatar comes just in time to rescue Sakuya’s, about to fall from a cliff for the nth time.

“Do you even know how to hold a joystick?”

Sakuya rolls his eyes as the blue-haired boy crawls behind him. Kuro places his hands over Sakuya’s, and guides his fingers. The avatar performs a perfect backflip.

“Was that necessary?” Sakuya mutters.

“Absolutely not. But it was super awesome.”

Despite his choice of words, Kuro’s voice sounds as bored as usual. He puts his head on Sakuya’s shoulder and whispers:

“I’ll train the shit out of you. We’re going to become video games super stars. After all, we got a huge refund incoming…”

“Shh!!”

Sakuya knocks Kuro’s head with the joystick. How could one be such a goofball! The boy lets out a forced moan. He brings all of his weight on Sakuya’s shoulders, proceeding to make his fall on the carpet. Maintaining the green-haired boy on the floor with his arm under his neck, Kuro whines:

“Mahiru! I’m being tortured!”

“Who’s persecuting who?!”

“Help me…”

The vacuum cleaner stops. They hear a few steps coming their way. Sakuya struggles his best, but Kuro is surprisingly strong. He has not moved an inch when Mahiru’s face appears above theirs.

“Can’t you stop being dorks for a few seconds?”

Dishevelled and upside-town, the boys glance at each other, kids caught in the act. Mahiru stares at them, his arms crossed, trying hard to look like a strict father figure. As they sit back quietly, the TV produces the jingle of a “game over”. Kuro lets out a deep sigh and grabs one of Mahiru’s legs:

“I’m desperately hungry.”

“You’ve done nothing all day long!”

“And you’ve been doing way too much,” Sakuya steps in. “And refused our help. Meanwhile, night is falling, and all we’ve done is sitting on this carpet, doing close to nothing, as you said…”

“Green bean is right. Not that I’m against lying on the carpet, though.”

Sakuya elbowed the blue-haired boy. Kuro goes down as if he had been severely hurt by the attack. He goes on:

“Mahiru… It’s only Christmas Eve, and with just the three of us. What about watching a movie on the couch until we fall asleep?”

“We already do that every day,'' Sakuya sighs.

Kuro fails to see the issue of this perfectly sane routine. Before they start to bicker again, Mahiru takes a deep breath. Then, he crouches to be at the boys’ level, and puts his hands on their shoulders:

“I’m almost done...”

“Promise?”

“Promise. Actually, I even need you to do something.”

Kuro and Sakuya exchange a look. They nod – as long as it doesn’t imply running errands in a crowded supermarket as they did this morning. Mahiru smiles softly.

“You go get ready in the bathroom.”

The boys glare at him:

“That’s not actual help, you know.”

“But this room is the only one left! Once you come back, I swear everything will be ready and I’m all yours for the evening!”

Jointly, Kuro and Sakuya leap on Mahiru. The brunette lets out a scream as he ends up stuck on the floor under his mates. Sakuya pokes his forehead:

“What do we win by letting you go?”

“We do not look like it, but we can be very demanding,” Kuro adds.

Mahiru cannot help but chuckle. Which is difficult with such a heavy weighs on his body.

“I’ll be… the nicest… Christmas present…”

As he seems ready to suffocate, they decide to free him. Reluctantly, they even oblige to his request. Left on the carpet to catch his breath, Mahiru shouts:

“Oh, and don’t go in the bedroom!”

Sakuya stops to voice what has been on his mind for a few hours now:

“Oh yeah, about that… Have you like, destroyed it earlier?”

“Talk about a zealous housewife,” Kuro says from the bathroom.

“Just don’t get in!” Mahiru articulates.

Shrugging his shoulders, Sakuya turns around to help Mahiru getting up:

“What, have you hidden our presents in it?”

“I might,” Mahiru secretively smiles.

Sakuya raises an eyebrow. Why so secretive? He strokes the brunette’s hair, attempting to put it back into order. Despite having worked all day, Mahiru’s face still glows. The green-haired boy pouts:

“You already are a perfect present in our lives every day, you know.”

Mahiru slightly blushes. His smile broadens. Sakuya feels his cheeks heating as well. Sakuya! Focus! You’ve got a mission! He claps his hands and shouts:

“Kuro, wait for me, you have no idea how to dress up!”

“I am a free and independent man!”

“Yeah, my ass, you lazybones…”

Sakuya disappears in the corridor. Mahiru laughs – they may be dorks, but they are cute ones. He rolls up his sleeves. Chores are not going to do themselves!

Table has been laid. Candles lit. A small tree adorned with way too many decorations for his height. Sakuya has just put the star at the stop of it when Mahiru joins the living room, finally ready to celebrate Christmas as well. Kuro is busy playing with the multi-coloured light bulbs of one of the wreaths. Upon this sight, Mahiru burst into laughter:

“You’re really cute!!” he manages to say.

Sakuya looks down to Kuro. He opens his hand to the skies – maybe chores have finally driven their friend crazy.

“We should take a pic,” Mahiru offers, taking out his phone. “Also, we have to call Licht, it’s his birthday!”

“I have no wish to hear my little brother’s voice on this holy eve,” Kuro sighs.

“Kuro! Don’t be an ass! Come on, raise up, you’re not on the pic.”

The selfie taken and posted on Instagram, the trio sits down to dinner.

As expected of him, Mahiru has thought of everything. And most likely become the grocer’s number one client. An assortment of grilled food is followed by fried rice, with seasoned vegetables. Kuro and Sakuya fight over the remaining ginger, only to decide to let it to Mahiru in the end. They find comfort in the mandarin desserts Mahiru baked on his own. Drowned under the compliments of his mates, the brunette cleverly changes subject by offering to exchange presents. Kuro and Sakuya agree – as one, they go to the room, closely followed by Mahiru. Before opening the door, Kuro hesitates:

“Wait. We can come in, now?”

“Yeah, sure,” Mahiru answers with a polite smile.

Not very convinced, the boys open the door together. They stay on the threshold, bewildered.

Inside the small room, right where Mahiru’s bed used to be, lies a king-sized bed, so ridiculously enormous that it seems the walls are pushing themselves to make some space. The boys’ eyes go from the mattress to their host. Mahiru opens his arms, a pinched smile on his face, as he is obviously repressing laughter.

“Merry Christmas from uncle Tohru to the three of us!”

Upon hearing the man’s name, the faces of the other two become even more amazed – and red. Mahiru cannot hold back any longer. He burst out laughing – now those faces would be worth the pic!

Sakuya scrapes his neck, slowly getting a grip on himself. He opens the mouth to say something, but Kuro snaps out of it first:

“This… Is another level of dad joke.”

“It sure is! But well, you know my uncle, that’s just how he is. Also, you can’t sleep on the floor or the couch for the rest of your lives.”

There is nothing to be said against that. However, Sakuya comes across another realisation:

“So this was all the hustle and bustle earlier!”

Kuro freezes:

“Stupid Mahiru, did you just build a bed this size on your own?”

The boy chuckles, kind of proud. Luckily, the boys had accepted to go shopping when he received the parcel. And no, they were not to worry, the delivery man helped him hiding the bed base and the mattress in the huge closet. Though it was true he had all the troubles taking them out of it, hence the noises… Apart from that, the instructions were rather easy to follow! Most of all, he was astonished about how his uncle had the dimensions of the room correct. One inch more, and the whole thing would never have fit in…

“But well, not that you care about that stuff! For the serious presents now!” declares Mahiru suddenly.

Still in shock, each of them go and fetch theirs, before sitting on the new bed, very gently, as if it were that fragile. Sakuya looks carefully at the others – after all, he never had a proper Christmas, it was just his sisters and him exchanging home-made gifts… He has no idea how to proceed. Moreover, he is sure Kuro’s not the best example either. How many years has it been since the ancestor has had a Christmas party? Decades? Or centuries?

Ignoring the embarrassment of his mates, Mahiru holds to them one present each. They are neatly wrapped in red paper, adorned with little Christmas trees. Sakuya squints. Kuro’s is bigger. The blue-haired boy seems to notice Sakuya’s looks. He sighs:

“We open them together… 3…”

“2…”

“1…”

Kuro holds out a small white pillow. On one side “Sleepy” is written in gold letters. He blinks at Mahiru.

“Still better than the carpet, right?”

Voiceless, Kuro slowly nods. He turns to Sakuya. The boy seems as stunned as he is: he has found two soft wristbands, one firefly green and the other fuchsia. He puts them on with extreme carefulness. Mahiru puts his hand on his shoulder. Sakuya cannot but notice he is wearing the very wristband he has offered him, it seems so long ago…

“It matches with your headphones,” Mahiru smiles.

Then he turns back to Kuro:

“Well, that’s all for me! It’s not muc-“

“Oh come on, you know you are already everything to us,” Kuro mumbles.

Mahiru is taken aback. Sakuya as well, kind of – hasn’t he said something very similar just earlier this afternoon? Before he could add anything, Kuro holds out to him a parcel, wrapped in a funny way, as if he had asked a random kid on the street to do it for him. Sakuya accepts the present without any comment, though. The wrapping paper was disproportionate in comparison to what is inside: a video game tape, probably from the previous century. Sakuya is not even sure he has ever heard of the console.

“Not the kind of game you can finish on your own,” Kuro explains. “Even for a pro like me.”

Sakuya shakes in head in surprise. He actually… Wants to play with him? He does really enjoy it?

“Well don’t look at me like that! Never heard of retro gaming?”

The blue-haired boy looks away. However he is not quick enough to hide the blush of his cheeks. Without letting him any rest, Sakuya gives his present.

“It’s soft…” Kuro remarks, making the other chuckles. “You do really think I’m a big baby, don’t you?”

They laugh even more as he opens the wrapping paper. It is a black cat kigurumi! Mahiru can barely catch his breath upon this discovery. Too bad for him, the phone rings precisely at this moment. Trying to calm down, he tells the boys to test their new bed, and hurries to pick up.

“Hi dearest nephew! Just calling to say that the three of you are the coolest and cutest!! Also, merry Christmas!”

A lot of noise is surrounding Tohru. Mahiru does not want to know where his uncle has decided to spend Christmas – after all, he was kind enough to let him having the flat. However…

“You’ve checked on Instagram, haven’t you?”

Tohru has a small laughter. Mahiru sighs:

“You know you could simply have left a comment, like basically anybody does?”

“I know, I know,” Tohru chuckles. But you see, you three remind me of the good old days! I wanted to wish you all the best in person!”

“You’re the one who refused to spend the night with us, uncle…”

“I sure did! Y’know, I wasn’t going to step in your intimacy!”

Mahiru sighs. He cannot help but being amused by his uncle’s behaviour. Tohru has always tried his best to be here for him – backing off must be pretty difficult. Apart from the fact that Tohru is not exactly the subtle type.

“The boys loved your present.”

“Oh, did they? I’m glad then! You definitely couldn’t let them on the floor, right? It fits in your room?”

“Just fine. Though we don’t really have space for any other furniture now, but well. As long as Kuro’s got his console and Sakuya his music, we’re fine.”

“Great, great! Well then, I guess I’ll leave you to whatever juicy meal you’ve concocted…”

Mahiru nods. For a moment, he tries to focus on Tohru’s surroundings again. Music, but not directly near him. No one is speaking. Could it be –

“Merry Christmas, uncle.”

“Same to you, son! Salute the boys for me!”

“I will…”

He hesitates. Lowers his voice.

“Tell Touma I wish him a merry Christmas as well. Wherever he is…”

Tohru makes a pause. Mahiru hears what sounds like a mused sigh. But it is with a composed tone that his uncle answers:

“I will. Have fun, Mahiru.”

He hangs up.

With a concerned look on his face, Mahiru opens the door of the bedroom. His distress vanishes as soon as he enters. Kuro, wearing his kigurumi and holding his pillow against his chest, rolls over himself on the whole width of the bed. Doing so, he disturbs Sakuya, who is spreading his limbs all over the mattress. He looks just like a starfish, being rolled over by some kind of dangerous but limited creature. The giggles are back for Mahiru.

He crashes on the mattress, falling on Sakuya. Kuro, unshakable, goes on rolling. Mahiru grasps his ankle, pulling him next to him. Conscientious, the cat rolls just over his master. Upon the protestations from the boys, he meows. Sakuya moans, but there is not anything he can do really – so he just ends up laughing as well. Kuro quickly joins the hilarity.

The fit of laughter behind them, the boys help Mahiru sitting up. Kuro hides the brunette’s face with his pillow, while Sakuya swiftly holds out a small envelope from his shirt’s pocket. After the brunette has struggled a bit, Sakuya decides the suspense has lasted enough. He winks at Kuro, who obliges to set Mahiru free. Bewildered, the boy discovers the envelope. He gazes at his mates. What could these two have worked out?

“Open it”, Kuro whispers.

“Oh thank you, he’s not that stupid”, Sakuya sighs.

They stare each other out, but their soft bickering is interrupted by Mahiru’s startle.

“G – Guys! What the…”

Kuro pats the boy’s shoulder.

“I guess that’s holidays for you, dear.”

“Holi – Oh my…”

He fails to find words. For all he can remember, he has never gone on holidays… His mother could not afford it, and Tohru is always so busy…

“Told you”, Sakuya grins at Kuro.

“B-But with what money…?”

Kuro cuts him:

“No, no, no, we’re not having this discussion right now.”

Mahiru raises up his glistening eyes to meet Sakuya’s gaze. The boy raises his shoulders. A week of holidays for the three of them… Doesn’t seem that bad, does it? And deeply deserved. The brunette vaguely nods, breathing heavily. Kuro jokes:

“Do not worry, we’ll become e-sport champion and take you with us on tour.”

“You, and the bed. We can’t let it here.”

“He’s right. We absolutely can’t.”

Mahiru still manages to laugh. He lets himself fall onto the bed, followed by his partners. To be in such good company for Christmas… Yes, that is definitely something to be proud of.

The bells ring midnight. Outside in the starry night, fireworks are launched. They can hear the neighbours raising up from their chairs and cheering at Christmas. But here, holding hands in silence, the three of them are just at peace. And they are more than proud of it. Slowly, the agitation settles down. Dinners have to be over, guests are taking their leaves, fireworks have stopped lighting the festive city. And a soft voice whispers:

“Merry Christmas, guys.”

“Merry Christmas, Mahiru.”

#secret santa #merry christmas #sl #servamp #servamp fandom #luiza's writing #watanuki sakuya #shirota mahiru #sleepy ash kuro #kuromahisaku #post canon i guess #y'know when everybody's fine and happy

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heoneyology · 4 years

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eomma can you give me an intro to block b? like as in their personalities and things like that hehe

asdjdjdkfdk okay yES DUH also this is a little messy because like I told you I got sick... so if you want more just tell me!! this took a while sorry-

I’ll keep the trivia kind of simple since I know this is for whatever you’re writing...

woo jiho aka zico

our wonderful leader, he’s the most honest, trustworthy, and dependable. everyone in the group unanimously agrees on this. he’s very thoughtful and quiet, especially in large groups, tending to stay back and be observant. but once he opens up he’s cheerful, friendly, and fun! he has a strong sense of responsibility and set of values, being really respectful and humble overall. he’s often misunderstood because his persona is very harsh and sharp, and he has a bit of a “bad boy image”

he’s ambidextrous (he writes with his right hand and draws with his left)

he has no sense of direction and is bad at giving them (one time his gps went out so he continued to keep driving until he ran out of gas and then called his manager...no, he didn’t think to call his manager until he ran out of gas...)

fluent in japanese and english

he has an older brother jiseok and is childhood friends with kyung

lee taeil

the oldest member who doesn’t really act like the oldest, taeil is mature yet immature at the same time. if you watch him closely he’s always making some sort of weird sound or funny expression without realizing it. overall he’s got a wicked sense of humor—he’s mischievous, quirky, and very playful, and plays off the groups’ energy very well and is able to adapt to situations with ease. I’d definitely refer to him as a moodmaker because of his ability to adapt or change the mood around him. he’s considered the cutest of the group. overall he’s quite emotional, sometimes taking things to heart.

vocal cords of a god (the og kq vocal king tbh)

he has a nickname “fish grandpa” because he likes raising fish

also likes collecting hats

he’s a big scaredy cat

he has a younger brother named taehyung

lee minhyuk aka b-bomb

one of the quieter members, bibum gives off a cool guy facade. he’s very pretty and has sharp features and a good sense of fashion. he can kind of keep to himself, for the most part, but he’s also humorous and meshes with the group and those he’s close to well. when he opens up he can be a huge dork and actually be very loud and outgoing, and teases the other members well. he’s the most sincere and kindhearted, the type of person that would drop everything to be there for you and help you out.

he has a single dimple on his left cheek

he can play piano

not sure if he does it anymore but he once said he drinks warm milk when he can’t sleep

is afraid of heights

ahn jaehyo

the absolute biggest lovable dork, jaehyo is confident in himself and his looks and hardly second guesses himself. this makes the moments he slips up or says something ridiculous adorably endearing—which is heightened by the fact that he is very easy to tease and is often the brunt of the groups’ teasing. he takes it pretty well for the most part, but can get a bit bratty and pouty sometimes though he actually has quite a handful of patience. he’s the type of person that will often wave off certain comments but when it comes down to it you can really count on him.

used to be a “wild child” as a teen and got a tattoo on his wrist out of it

he absolutely loves fishing!! like he’s been on a fishing magazine

is also good at video games, basketball, and baseball and goes to baseball games frequently

stutters when he talks

kim yukwon aka u-kwon

another kindhearted member, yukwon overall has a friendly and cheerful demeanor that shouldn’t be overlooked. he can sometimes be blunt and straight to the point, and takes everything in stride. of course, he’s an emotional person who gets upset by things too, especially negativity aimed toward him, but what’s admirable is he always tries to stay true to himself and not falter. he’s very determined, dedicated, and cheerful. he can simultaneously be one of the quietest and loudest members, and overall has a good sense of humor, sometimes even being a little cheeky, and sense of loyalty.

he loves cats but has four dogs lol

can play guitar

has an older brother

has been dating his girlfriend for almost 8 years now

park kyung

an absolute literal cheeseball. kyung is lovable but also cringeworthy. he’s “greasy” (as in he likes to flirt and is very cheesy with his words) but honestly he’s not that bad a personal overall. of all the members, he’s the most generous and he has a soft side to complement his very loud one. he really is contrasting in every aspect. outwardly, he’s goofy, playful, and humorous—often being cheeky—but inwardly he’s thoughtful, caring, and kindhearted. he’s very self conscious of what he says and does, and how he presents himself, and is able to think ahead very well. he’s extremely intelligent beneath his outward awkward goofball who likes to crack jokes facade.

is a certified genius part of mensa society

childhood friends with zico and has an older sister and younger brother

fluent in english

he’s short but we love him

pyo jihoon aka p.o

the maknae of the group, despite his deep, husky, and slightly intimidating voice pyo is the biggest cutie and absolutely adorable. he’s shy around girls but confident on stage and with what he does. however, he’s very emotional and sensitive and often fixates on things and takes things very seriously. he’s full of aegyo and boundless love and energy, and is definitely one of the quickest to laugh or crack a joke in the group. you can see in his eyes how much love he has for the other members, and he’s definitely someone you can count on to always be your friend until the end. pyo is polite, respectful, and like everyone else has a great sense of humor. he’s very likeable and extremely friendly, and also very humble.

is an actor on the side

loves nachos

plays the most pranks

can’t cook

#answer #mutuals #duckling🐣#chasingatinydream

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six-little-harringtons · 5 years

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Steve Harrington is goddamn goofball at heart. He always has been. But he only lets up the cool guy facade around people he loves the most.

He let it up with Nancy.

The whole ‘ninja’ thing. Playing with Nancy’s teddy bear. Playing with her in the pool.

Goofball. 100% Dumbass Doofus Energy Boy.

Now he’s being a lovable dumb dork with Dustin. Why?

Because he loves him, and he feels comfortable around him.

He’s slowly getting more used to being himself when people show him that they care, that they’re REAL friends who aren’t going to ridicule him for it, like Carol or Tommy (or, hot take, probably his dad).

He’s finally beginning to see that its not just your closest partners you can be yourself with.

When people care about you, they love you just the way you are!

And I for one think that is exactly what he deserves.

Hoping for more goofy Steve in Season 3!

#stranger things #season 3 #stranger things season 3 #Steve harrington #dustin henderson #Nancy wheeler

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properlycolorful · 5 years

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Six Crushes

I was tagged by the lovely, lovely, lovely @barnessprydexparker and I keep procrastinating basically every and any thing but I wanted to do this because hey! Why not? It’s short, fun, and she tagged me. I’d add this to hers but I don’t know if it’ll get clunky so I’ll just reblog hers then post mine.

Luke Benward

I wanted to put my first crush as someone that I still (sort of) have a crush on but began when I was super young (think ten or twelve) so that the list would be a bit more accurate to the entirety of my ridiculous crushes. And I mean, Luke is just... a babe. I always thought he was cute when I was younger and then that sort of evolved as I grew up. It’s like he grew up with me. And it’s his smile, his broad shoulders, and that goofy goofy warm look he tends to have that always sold me. Like he doesn’t mind looking like an idiot or a dork for anyone; a goofball. And to this day, I still get butterflies for him.

Christopher Abbott

I mean, come on... wow! Those eyes, his hair, and the soft cuddly doggy thing he has going. It’s just... ridiculous! And he looks just as good when he’s even chunkier. And I love chunky guys just a little more (as a chunky girl myself I can’t help it)! Funny thing is I never watched Girls—just snippets. But I caught him in James White (such a good but sad film) and he was just so so so cuddly and sad in that one. I couldn’t resist and I’ve been checking his stuff out ever since. He’s such a bear even when he’s smaller. I just love him.

Ashley Graham

I mean, I like chunky boys so I definitely definitely like chunky girls. Ashley is just so gorgeous and dorky and silly and just an all around boss. And her face structure, lips, eyes, and well... body, duh! And she’s not afraid to take a stand and speak up and have conversations. She usually talks and says what she needs to and learns from her mistakes. And I love how much of a proud woman she is—and she inspires me all the time. I just like her so much. And I have to just stare at her for a while any time I see a picture of her.

Mos Def (Yasiin Bey)

I mean, those doe eyes, bone structure, and lips and nose. I’m all for it. He’s so dorky and small and smart and—albeit, not as much now—aware. I’m all for dorky and nerdy guys, as you can tell, especially if there’s some softness and plush and cuddliness to them. Mos Def is a little different though because he genuinely makes me feel like a school girl, I don’t know. I get all giggly and shy just thinking about meeting him. I know—weird!

Aparna Brielle

All I can say is I blame AP Bio! Those doe eyes and lips and how soft she seems. And she’s dorky and silly and soft and funny in real life and those are like my weaknesses. I don’t know. I blame her character’s trope (goody-two shoes) combined with the doe eyed, stickler thing she has going. She’s nothing like her character, I don’t think, but still... I can never stop thinking about how pretty she is when I watch it. And sometimes I dream of whisking her away in some weird fantasy. And I’m truly aware how weird that is, but she’s so beautiful!

Shannyn Sossamon

The bone structure, eyes, and lips—and when she smiles she’s so warm and bright. Not to mention how soft and silly she seems. The funny thing about this is I’ve seen her in so many things that it’s ridiculous, but I never realized how pretty she truly was until I watched How to Make It in America—even if she disappeared in season two. And I can never focus because I always obsess about how cute and likable she is in that show. I don’t know. I don’t think my crush on her is as strong as the others, but I definitely have a light light crush on her. I mean, she’s just so so so pretty.

I tag @marielaurenciin! Do it if you wish—if not then carry on! But I really want to see your crushes!

#tag #crushes #christopher abbott #luke benward #ashley graham #mos def #aparna brielle #shannyn sossamon

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haikyuu-tee · 5 years

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Hiya! So so sorry that this took me so long and that I misunderstood the first time. I did my best, and I hope you like these!!! Honestly I incorporated some of my own headcanons but I hope you still enjoy~!

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Oikawa:

- Let’s be honest, being friends with Oikawa would be equally fun as exhausting.

- He’s competitive, intense, and a bit childish but he’s a fun guy.

- If you’re interested in volleyball he might want to practice with you a little bit, or at the very least ask you to come to games to cheer him and the team on.

- He’s an insanely loyal friend, I feel like even though Iwaizumi has a tough time keeping oikawa focused sometimes, I think oikawa is the type of friend to call at 3am.

- Like you call with the pettiest complaint and he is there for you, he will sit on the phone with you, talk shit and let you vent about whatever it is for as long as it takes, and probably bring you something the next day to cheer you up. Whether that’s food, a funny picture, or something bigger depending on the situation.

- I also think he’s probably the best at expressing his emotions out of the group, at least emotions of affection. He would be the first one to greet you with a hug, to tell you he loves you, and how much your friendship means to him.

- GOOFBALL OIKAWA IS MY LIFE!!!! God he’s such a dork.

- He would send obscure memes with no context to the group chat in the middle of the night and be wheezing about it while everyone else is just… wtf tooru?

Matsukawa:

- I feel like he’s the one people mistake for a boyfriend and not a friend.

- Like you’d get a lot of questions about it, bc Mattsun just has a look of intimidating don’t talk to my boo type of aura, but that’s just his face.

- In reality he probably thinks it’s hilarious and makes jokes about it.

- When people ask he doesn’t say anything, or when you deny it he just feigns offence and calls you over the top pet names to annoy you.

- He is pretty laid back, it doesn’t bother him what others think, you guys are friends and what mattered was that you were both comfortable.

- If these jokes did genuinely bother you, he’d cool it and start setting people straight, but he does enjoy teasing those he’s close with.

- Matsukawa is just a chill guy, like he’d be down for anything. You wanna do his hair? Cool. Put ridiculous makeup on him? Go for it. Make him wear a funny outfit or cross dress? Bet.

- He’d be a really nice friend to have, but at the beginning of your friendship I definitely think he is the one that people always think hates them at first.

- I’ve had friends like this, where I was convinced they did not like me at first, but in reality they just aren’t great around strangers.

- I think this is kinda him, he’s just quieter, and it takes him a while to get comfortable around new people.

- If you tell him about those feelings though he’d either laugh, or be apologetic about it. I feel that the first one is more likely. He’d laugh it off, and explain himself, but just think it’s funny because of how ridiculous it is to him. Especially since you guys are so close now.

Hanamaki:

- Makki is also someone I feel like at first you’d be intimidated by.

- He’s just a kinda quiet guy, like Mattsun, and while I do believe he can be laid back he isn’t as much of a jokester.

- He likes to laugh and get along with others of course, but he’s more serious than the others.

- I think he’s the voice of reason in the group, he’s the one you go to for the real advice.

- Like Tooru you go to so you can get your anger out and vent, you got to Hanamaki to get some advice on resolution for a situation.

- He’s described as very observant, and I think that just really adds validity to this point. He’s the guy to quietly listen and think his answer through before saying anything.

Iwaizumi:

Alright, let’s get into my loud baby boy as a friend.

- Like oikawa he’s extremely loyal, you gain his trust and affection you got that for life.

- He’s the friend that will tell it to you like it is, you got something in your teeth? He will tell you. You outfit isn’t flattering? He will make sure you know before heading out. Your s/o seems sus? Oh honey pray for that person bc Iwa wouldn’t only make it known but he would be keepin an eye on them.

- He never does this with malice, he’s just a practical guy. He’d want someone to be honest with him and save him from embarrassment or hurt so he does the same for his friends.

- He is probably the worst at verbally expressing his feelings. He’s more of an actions speak louder than words kinda guy.

- Plus I just headcanon that he’s kind of a shy guy when it comes to the mushy stuff.

- He does love his friends though, and he makes that known by always sticking by their sides.

- I feel that there are times he is also mistaken as a boyfriend, because he’s protective and would probably be a bit of a mom friend. He’d hold doors open, carry bags, make sure you were taken care of.

- Except unlike Mattsun he’d just get embarrassed, and deny things right away. If you or even Matsukawa tease him about this he’d just get more red and call you two ridiculous.

- He’s ready to fight… he’s the friend you call if you’re about to get into it with someone.

- He’s just a caring bean, who’s a lil tsundere bc his acts of kindness are a bit rough around the edges and I think this is subconsciously intentional.

- Again this is my own headcanon that he’s just bad at expressing his affection in a mushy sort of way.

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mirrorballparkers · 6 years

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dorky love notes ➵ t.h

my masterlist :)

authors note → hdjsjck i’ve never written for tom and i wrote this on mobile but i thought this idea was cute ya know tom makin u all shy while ur trying to wOrk and he's cute so u can imagine why

wc → i might’ve gone overboard sjjckx 2147

warnings → tom being a complete dork, duh.

summary → during a long and tiring shift at your job, a cute and familiar face shows up and messes up your whole game. in a good way.

you had been at this cozy, warm cafe working since eight in the morning, and it was currently only three in the afternoon. although you enjoyed working here, you wanted to go home to your boyfriend more than anything; to run your hands through his brown curls, watching television for hours and hours on end.

as you’re wiping down the coffee machines with a sanitary rag, you quietly hum to yourself as you hear the familiar jazz instrumental play in the background. that’s what you adored about working here; it was never too crowded, the people were always nice, and the music they played was always so quiet and relaxing. you were so invested in cleaning the bar area; the angelic sound of sinatra playing in the background, that you didn’t even hear the bell sound the door made.

“hey, someone needs to get their order taken. i can take over here, hon.” your coworker stands beside you, holding out their hand for you to give them your washcloth to.

you give them a friendly smile back, thanking them in return as you quickly grab an apron hanging from the back wall and making your way to the register, having no idea who’s order you were just about to take.

“hi! what can i g-“ before you could finish your sentence, your face immediately grows warm as you come face to face with your boyfriend, tom. flushed face, the familiar butterflies growing in your stomach - you stare at him starry-eyed as you’re trying to form a coherent sentence.

the brown eyed cutie giggles as he tilts his head, his smile telling a story as always. “hi, can i get...one cute girlfriend of mine to go?” tom always knew how to make you incredibly bashful, but right now was not the time.

“tommn,” you whined, fiddling with the sharpie laying on the counter. “what’re you doing here?” you question shyly as if it wasn’t obvious that he wanted to see you. had you known he was coming, you’d actually try to look your best; but, your hair was messy, the required uniform consisted of a boring colored shirt, khakis, and a ridiculous hat that made you look twelve years old; not to mention you had zero makeup to cover the bags under your eyes.

but tom still thought you were looking utterly adorable and pretty. he always did.

he shrugged cutely, brown eyes brighter than ever, and they were only bright when he saw you. he, on the other hand, looks adorable. he was dressed casually, in a basic hoodie, jeans, and his hair was all messy and curly due to the rain from earlier. so cute. “haven’t seen ya, all day, love. i missed your face. also, your humming was cute. was that our song? fly me to the moon?”

you scrunch your nose up, feeling your cheeks flare up and mess with the keyboard from the cash register in front of you, pressing random buttons as you avoid eye contact with tom. didn’t help, he knew you were shy. “it might’ve been. and are you just saying that because you want a free coffee?”

“i don’t even want a coffee, i just wanted to see you.” he laughs, swinging his arms back and forth as he gives you a wide, goofball grin. “what time are you off, babe? maybe we can go for a nice walk? oh! on my way here, i saw some flowers! peonies, your favorite. i thought of you.”

“don’t,” you try not to smile as you lift up your index finger, “don’t do that, tom. i’m working.” you shake your head as you blush profusely.

“aw don’t do what? all i’m doing is talking to my pretty girl!” tom spoke in a warm, angelic tone. but also slightly teasing. all he wanted to do was snuggle you and kiss you all over - and he couldn’t wait to do that later on. his girl.

“that! you cannot make me all...flustered while i’m trying to do my job.” before tom could answer, you hear someone behind you clear their throat. turning around, your eyes widen as your supervisor had their arms folded and a blank stare at you. never in your life had you been more embarrassed and mortified; surely it wasn’t toms fault, you’d never blame this on him. you just were embarrassed that she was about to scold you in front of your boyfriend.

“oh, hi. sorry, i was uh -“

“not taking the next customers order - there are two people behind him and you’re wasting their time.” they snapped, turning to the other to people in line and giving them an apology for you taking too long. luckily, none of them were impatient nor rude and just smiled back.

you rub your forearms, embarrassed, and turn back to tom as you see the soft, worried look on his face; the kind where you just wanted to hug him and tell him it was okay. kind of like when you scold your puppy for getting into the couch cushions and instantly feel bad for being rude because they’re so soft and warm - never would harm a thing in the world.

that’s how tom looked, his brown eyes with green and yellow specks - an utter dream. the last thing he wanted was for you to be upset with him. but you were far from it.

“gah..i’m sorry, y/n. if i had k-“ tom starts to ramble on about him being wrong for messing with you while you were on duty, but you shushed the cute boy.

“don’t apologize, it’s okay tom. my boss is just a jerk.” you giggle nervously. “uh, do you mind..waiting for me? i only have like... forty-five minutes left.” you question, bouncing on the balls of your feet.

“yeah of course! i’ll uh..just go wait at a table. go ahead, cutie.” tom gave you a warm smile as he stuffed his hands in his front pockets and waved at you, walking over to the nearest table.

“hi, im sorry about the wait.” you apologized to the customer and proceed to take their order.

as you’re writing down the customers name on the cup, you felt his pretty eyes on you; butterflies forming, shaky hands, red cheeks as you try to write the name but only for you to drop the stuff in your hand - causing a little scene.

tom couldn’t help but snort at the scene in front of him, “dork.” he mumbled to himself as he doodled a little on the napkin in front of him.

you glance over at him and attempt to glare, only to just simply wave shyly at him. no way you could be upset at him. he waves back at you, mouthing, “get to work, doofus.” you roll your eyes as a lame try to avoid blushing and smile wide as you get the customers coffee ready.

while making the customers drink, you look over at tom who is smiling at you. smiling back at him, you didn’t notice the countertop right in front of you - your body bumping right into it, making you drop the cup for the billionth time in the past five minutes. embarrassed, you tell the customer that you’re fine and adjust yourself quickly. you were a flustered, dorky mess around tom and there was no way to fix it.

tom pouted to himself as he saw you struggle, adoring how shy you had quickly become in the last half hour. he adored you.

see, tom admires the small things; the way you smile at the customers and how kind you were, even if they were being grumpy. you were always kind to everyone and that was something he adored so much about you. he noticed that you had a habit of not making eye contact with people, being very bashful and timid.. yet, you were also bubbly and happy. you did this quite often with him, but he adored the fact that it was with everyone too. well, it was more with him, in the end.

he also loved the cute conversations you made with people. asking them how their day was, giving them suggestions on what drink to get when normally baristas just take the order and go about with their life. tom adored you so much it was insane. every little soft, poetic thing about you.

as the next half hour goes by, the same thing happening; you being flustered by something tom does, such as giving you a dorky look or something cute, you finally finish your shift.

grabbing your belongings from the break room, you eagerly clock out and say a quick goodbye to your supervisor and other co-workers that were lingering in the back. you tried your best not to smile as much, but you just couldn’t help it. after five hours of being on your feet, and most importantly missing your boyfriend you were about to go to him and get all the hugs you wanted and needed.

you trudge your way, quite eagerly, over to tom; biting your lip as you try not to smile too much. you were rubbing your forearm as you nervously come up to him and wave shyly.

“hey. i’m off.” you spoke softly.

toms heart fluttered at your cute smile, and without hesitation, he pulled you into a warm embrace. “mm i’ve wanted to do this all day, cute stuff.” his lips were pressed against your hair, giving you tiny kisses. you weren’t very prone to pda, so this made you timid and tom loved it.

“tom, you know this stuff makes me nervous!” you groan into his chest. as much as you felt people’s eyes on you, nobody was paying attention.

he chuckles lightly as he brushes a few strands of hair out of your face, “you look famished. ready for our walk? i wanna get you those cute flowers.” he beamed.

you nod sweetly, bouncing on the balls of your feet. “sure!”

“cool! okay, wait i have something for you.” tom gives you a half smile as his slightly clammy hands reach into his back pocket. he pulls out a slightly crumpled up, brown napkin with the logo of the coffee shop name. “uh, it’s kinda lame..but i was getting a little bored and i wrote you something.”

you scrunch your face up in confusion as tom hands you the little napkin, sending butterflies into your stomach as his hand lightly brushed against yours - tom giggled slightly as he saw you blush at the small touch.

you hold the napkin and glance at the words written in green ink; nice touch. your lips slowly curve into a goofy grin as you see the dorky message:

hey. as i’m watching you dorkily mess up all these orders, (hmm i wonder why) i just wanna say that you look cute and i can’t wait for our walk later. :) - the boy that adores u

p.s.

that person, the one with the cool yoda shirt, asked for a mocha, not a hot chocolate. you’re the biggest dork i know.

and on the bottom of the note, he attempted to draw a ton of hearts - they looked like butts and it made you giggle; and he also drew a stick figure of you and him holding hands.

tom often was the one that made you shy, but there was no point in lying that he was most definitely blushy right now. he felt so..dorky and lame; but he knew, in the end, you’d appreciate this small thing.

a tiny giggle escapes your mouth, your hand touching your warm cheek.tom runs his hands through his soft, brown curls, “uh...whaddya think?” he inquires shyly.

“you made me shorter than i am,” you spoke quietly, giving him a playful glare.

tom scoffs, but also felt relieved, ”wow thanks for telling me whether it’s good or not, dork.”

“it is! i like it, i just...why did you make me shorter!”

“because you are shorter i don’t know why you insist you’re, like, 5’10.” tom laughs, grabbing your free hand and swinging it back and forth a little. “well, i know you’re blushing, sooo.. i take you do like it.” he smiles and rubs your hand with the pad of his thumb.

“i am NOT.” you squeaked, only to grow even pinker.

tom ducks his head as he laughs, bringing his hand up to poke your cheek. he loved having this warm, shy effect on you. it was so sweet and cute. “you’re adorable. yes you are, cutie.”

“come on, my shy goofball, let’s go on our walk. i’ll hold onto your stuff for you. and, i believe there are some peonies with your name on them.” he says, holding his hand out for you to hold; something he always did, he never just grabbed it. he wanted to be polite and make sure you were okay. and you always were.

“of course, nothing is as cute as you, my nerd.”

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tagging a few so it doesn’t flop: @spideypeach @cutiehollands @cutesparker @plushparker @gigglyparker @rileywrites-parker (lemme know if u wanna be removed !)

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thelowlysatsuma · 5 years

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Ramble in whatever form you choose. I won’t be able to be active all the time so if you want to be able to do it whenever you want I’d say text posts but I’ll also try to occasionally ask you about them so there’s some variety

!!! okay! well i think i’ll choose a couple from the list that i haven’t made many posts about before (aka no ts or go) and ramble on here!

oof under the cut bc idk how long this will get

steven universe

oh hon don’t even get me STARTED on su like that shit? that shit is so good? okay first of all i love the cast so much? gosh they’re just all so sweet and cool and sometimes they collab w/ thomas sanders and i love rebecca sugar and im gonna cry they’re so sweet im so soft

okay SECONDLY the show itself oof

okay okay im just? god im so soft?? like the music is so good, i can (and do) watch it w/ my parents, GOD do i wanna cosplay pearl’s new outfit (and rainbow 2.0, if i can pull it off), im in love with the concept and all the fusions and the story and the worldbuilding and god, this made me realize my utter love and adoration of COLOURS like they’re so PRETTY im in LOVE oh my gOD and just

god it has such a good message and such a good plot and such good characters i wanna be steven’s friend i wanna be all of their friends oh man i just can’t wait until my baby cousins are old enough for me to show this to them because i’m going to enjoy that experience so much

ducktales

oh jfc where the fuck do i even start with ducktales okay david tennant as scrooge mcduck makes my fucking life literally he’sthe best goddamn charaacter in the show – well, best besides the triplets (my BOYS), webby (!!! my KID), f e n t o n (god i love that nerd), mark beaks (what an asshole), mrs beakley (i wanna be her when i grow up), launchpad (!!! he!!), and so many others??? this is like serious every character in the show erasure but hot damn duck tales says gay rights and it does so in style (oh yeah also i love lena della donald oh webby’s new friend whose name i forget uhhh herules oh the inventor guy fenton’s boss that dipshit love him uhhh gandra dee who’s voiced by jameela jamil if im not mistaken??????) and yeah it’s a hilarious show but it’s also just a really good one for me to watch whenever i start to like. feel empty inside?? but then like i’ll put on ducktales and i’ll feel better

gravity falls

this show. this show RUINED ME. i started watching it like four years late (aka last year lmao) but GOD, im so in love with it. def another one i wanna show my cousins.

like?? just??? the ciphers and mysteries appeal so much to me and my love of mystery and crime novels, the characters are all amazing, alex hirsch himself is just such a g?? and like. it’s so good. it hurts me so much but then it’s all okay in the end and it’s just. it’s so good.

yeah i sobbed my eyes out when i watched that series finale.

camp camp, which somehow i forgot on my other list

god, is this show hilarious. like, fuck is it funny. it’s so good. it’s so fucking good. i was a little shocked when i saw the first episode but i’m so into it now, and i’m so attatched to all the characters bc they’re just dumbasses trying their best (or worst, in a few cases) and i love them for it. that’s peak fool energy right there and it speaks to me

orphan black

okay okay okay veering now into a much darker type of television, orphan black is??? phenominal???

okay so my best friend @fuck-me-gently-with-a-slurpee got me into it when i was like 14 or 15 i think and i honestly cannot thank her enough because this show is incredible. the plot’s super engaging, i literally cannot say anything about it without giving away spoilers, and the main character has quite possibly the best actor i’ve ever seen playing her

like. you think thomas sanders is good? he ain’t got SHIT on tatianna maslany

mythbusters

you guys. you guys. mythbusters was my childhood. like seriously, i watched that show religiously.

it’s what first got me into science, and it’s what kept me interested in explosions. it’s light and funny and ridiculous and scientifically accurate in the dumbest ways possible. i swear to god the main cast nearly dies once an episode

these guys are my idols. like, i seriously cannot overstate how much i love the mythbusters. adam and jamie, tori, kari, and grant.

when i was a kid, i wanted to be a mythbuster when i grew up, and god damnit, i still do. they mean that much to me

bill nye

fun fact! i actually had no fuckin clue who bill nye was until seventh grade, when i had to watch an episode of his show for homework because i missed a day of class. it was the episode on static electricity, and i remember sitting at my dining room table in the dim winter afternoon light, squinting at my computer, and thinking “what the FUCK am i WATCHING?”

needless to say, i’ve seen more since then, but that initial what the fuckery is still present and i love it.

not only is bill nye the science guy a flippin fantstic show, but bill nye himself? the coolest guy alive. god, i love him. what a g.

various comedians including but not limited to john mulaney,john oliver, and hasan minhaj

okay, as a gay, i am legally required to love john mulaney, but seriously that guy is so. fuckin. funny that i can’t help myself. his timing is priceless, the way he moves onstage is hysterical, just. god i love his stuff.

literally his comedic timing and style is half the reason people find me funny. i just phrase my sentences the way he would because, you know, i’m good at stealing things, and people laugh, and i go “hey. that actually worked”. and then i keep doing it

next, john oliver. okay, so while i don’t watch his show religiously, i do watch it when my parents do every now and again, and fuck is his stuff funny. like. just. shit.

finally, hasan minhaj’s patriot act is just. one of my favourite current events comedy shows out there. it’s in a similar vein to john oliver’s stuff, just more international, and shit, is he good at what he does. i lvoe it.

hoodwinked the movie (i am dead serious)

okay, while i haven’t seen it in over four years, this is still my favourite movie of all time. it also has one of my favourite villain songs of all times, and some of the best character exchanges just. ever. especially with wolf and twitchy

...god, i love twitchy. also the goat. i’m probably gonna be the goat when i grow up, let’s be honest

one day at a time

i just.

there’s so much to say about odaat. like. it’s so funny. it makes me nearly cry every episode (and makes my mother actually cry every episode). the characters, god, the characters

like. alex is such a cute dumb kid (who’s smarter than he looks), penelope is so salty constantly and i love her but she’s genuinely so cool and such a good mom and i cry??? elena is so amazing like god she’s such a fuckin nerd but she’s also so salty (takes after her mom) and is literally the best????

and then there’s abuelita, whom i adore. like, god, rita moreno is SO cool and SUCH a great actress and has SUCH an amazing sense of comedic timing and GOD, i LOVE HER

can’t forget about syd and doc berkowitz, which like. okay first off the good doc. just. god i love the doc. he’s so sweet and such a genuinely good dude and he’s a bit of a coward at heart but that’s okay because he genuinely cares and does his best and god he’s just such an amazing character im !!!!! and then syd is such a dork and i love them and elena and god, it made me so happy to see not only an actual enby character on a big sitcom, but also just?? like??? it’s not forced but it’s still there??? like there’s one episode where one of the plots is just syd and elena trying to figure out what elena should call them, since neither of them are comfy using “girlfriend” for syd since they’re not a girl, and they finally agree on “significant other” and schneider imMEDIATELY says “dont you mean, SYDnificant other?” and then they use that for the REST OF THE SHOW IT”S SO CUTE OKAY

and finally, schneider. he might be my favourite character in the entire show (which is a damn hard list to pick from!!!), but he’s just. he’s so sweet, he and penelope have one of the absolute best male/female friendships i’ve ever seen (which! never! turns! romantic! ever!!!), he’s actually got surprising depths but he’s also like such a nice goofball that when they get revealed, it hurts, and he’s just this canadian dumbass (heyyyyy repreSENT) with the worst goddamn canadian accent sometimes and he’s a hipster and The Dumb Friend and the weird uncle all rolled into one and GOD, i love him so much

the good place and brooklyn 99

okay, i love these two both so, so much, but i’m lumping them together because a) they’re both mike schur shows with a similar sense of humour, that say gay rights, and with characters who’d definitely love each other if they met and b) my hand is getting tired from all this typing but i still have so much love to go around!!!!

okay so so SO! they’re both so good. they’re so fucking funny and amazing and i was immediately hooked on both of their pilots. their characters are all so genuine and flawed and fucking hysterical to watch, and the ships and friendships are all so amazing and pure and good and soft and they have their problems and they WORK THEM OUT HEALTHILY AND IT MAKES ME SO HAPPY OKAY!!!

god, i literally cannot overstate how much i adore these two shows. mike schur, you’re a wonderful, wonderful dude. thank you so much

many musicals (top faves include BOM, hamilton, legally blonde, chicago, matilda, and more!)

i’m putting the musicals together because while i do adore each and every one of them individually, i also just have great big deep-seated love of the art of musical theatre itself in general, ya feel?

like, as someone who’s been both performing and viewing them from a very young age, the sheer sense of utter joy they bring is almost unparalleled

not to be That Bitch who quotes musicals, but “and that hop in our hearts as the overture starts lets us know how lucky we are” might be the closest i’ve ever gotten to finding words to fit the feeling when the lights go down and the show begins. it’s simply phenomenal

the others series by anne bishop

okay, OKAY, if you haven’t read this series (first book called written in red – they have terrible titles but god, they’re worth it), then what are you doing with your life? like, not only is there the perfect logicality au to them (just sayin’), but god, it’s such an incredible series

the worldbbuilding is so cool and the characters are all great and god the ships are the damn hill i die on it’s got literally such a good “sort of enemies mostly just dislike each other to reluctant acquaintances to friends to lovers” ship and it deals with some serious issues rlly well and it’s got baby puppies!!!

like, they’re wolf puppies, but still, they are b a b e y

and finally (for now, at least), the mysterious benedict society, by trenton lee stewart

this book series was my childhood. i mean, there are so many other books i could be talking about right now that i utterly adore (the artemis fowl series springs to mind), but gosh, MBS just brings me such absolute joy to read that i just had to have it on here.

i’m not thinking straight at this point in the evening, but i just wanna say that i will never, not ever forget about reynie. about kate. about sticky. about constance. about rhonda and number two and milligan and miss perumal and my absolute son sq pedalian and, of course, i will never, never forget about mr benedict

it’s bright, and it’s bittersweet, and it’s beautiful.

and it’s good. simply, utterly, wonderfully good.

thank you for the ask, anon.

thank you.

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