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falsegoodnight · 3 years

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a new header??? it matches better <3 these are the fics I read or reread and enjoyed this month! like last time, i’m separating it into different sections: main list, wips, and non-1d. rereads will be included in the main list and marked with a star (*).

*note: this list encompasses the fics i’ve read from the 1st to the 28th only

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main list ~

✰ Don’t Wait Up by reliablyimperfect | NR | 1k

Without Harry’s warmth next to him, he felt the chill of the air creep over his skin. He tugged the blanket down from where Harry kept one draped over the back of the couch for him, grateful. With the blanket, he instantly felt warmer, but it backfired when his eyes began to droop again. Trying to keep his eyes open was impossible, and he was consciously aware of how long his blinks were becoming. They stay closed longer and longer until, eventually, they didn’t open again.

so soft and sweet and lovely! made my heart feel so warm <3 will return to this for some quick comfort in the future!

✰ my ugly mouth kept running by @hadestyles | E | 4k

Sometimes second chances are more important than the first.

rori’s lush writing + abo + exes to lovers = absolute perfection. my fic cameo gives it a bonus too :’) definitely one of my rori favs

✰ i’ve loved you three summers now honey, i want them all by @softloubabie | M | 4k

The restaurant was small and bright, soft colors filled the walls and tables and fairy lights hung from everywhere. From what Harry had read, the food wasn’t overly expensive but it was still comparable to what you would get at one of the more expensive places. If Harry could he would take Louis to the biggest most expensive and extravagant restaurants to do what he planned to tonight, but this would do.

After being led to their table Harry nervously tapped his jacket pocket, sighing in relief when he felt the small box still there. Tonight was the night. He couldn’t wait till it was time to surprise Louis with all the gifts he got for him. Then finally the big surprise.

so cute and sweet! their kids were so adorable and the proposal so lovely!! they love each other so much <3

✰ love me in between the future and the past by navigator & quitter | E | 11k

Harry's scared of history repeating itself.

this honestly hurt to read but in such a raw and emotional way?? was mad at harry and then sad for him :( this writer duo’s fics never fail to amaze me!

✰ sunshine on my mind by @raspberryoatss | E | 13k

Louis visits Harry in Portland

this was so sweet and lovely! the perfect addition to this wonderful universe! pip’s characterizations and fluff never fails to make my heart feel warm <3

✰ rapture in the dark by @stylinsonsupporter | T | 13k

Harry Styles is a breakout musician who has shed his boyband label in favor of embracing his inner brooding rockstar. His PR team think that his rebrand is the perfect time for Harry to come out of the closet and have devised the perfect plan for doing so. Enter Louis Tomlinson, up and coming (and very openly homosexual) model whose public image as America's Sweetheart is the perfect foil for Harry's new edge. From a PR standpoint, it's a dream come true - a power couple that can slowly coax the public into accepting Harry's altered image. The only problem? They hate each other.

always love a good fake dating au and this is no exception! and model louis >> really enjoyed this!

✰ Maybe, Baby* by thoughtsickles | M | 16k | mpreg

It all feels too easy, too good to be true. It all feels like a scene from Louis' daydreams, the kind of life he'd always imagined he'd have when he was younger and bored at his momma's work, sneaking around the hallways of the maternity ward until the nurses let him in to hold the babies. He'd felt so important being allowed to touch them. He'd told them stories of the lives they were going to have, houses with nice wallpaper that wasn't peeling, yards filled with sunshine and flowers and grass that never went yellow. A hammock to nap in, cuddled up with his husband.

You can't stay here, he tells himself, but Baby doesn't want to listen.

have reread this one quite a bit of times now and it still makes me so happy <3 this Louis and Harry deserve the world <333

✰ Let Me Inside by reliablyimperfect | E | 18k

Louis is Harry’s boss, but Harry is the boss of Louis.

loved this one! really enjoyed the balance between h&l and how they maintained their dynamic in subtle ways outside of the bedroom while also keeping it separate. very much enjoyed the jealousy as well <3

✰ a scintilla of predilection by @dehydratedpoolfics | T | 20k

There, in the far back of the room, next to the only available seat left, is none other than Harry Styles. Harry, who grew up next door to him, who knew all his secrets as a child and played FIFA with him on Saturday mornings after he would spend the night Friday evenings every week, whose curly hair would tickle his nose as they held each other during bitter cold nights that made his room glow a haunting blue.

love ex-childhood friends with misunderstandings!! louis was so cute and i loved his poetry <3 harry too was so stupid but so smitten and lovely :’) really enjoyed this!

✰ Keeping The Flame Alive by @crazyupsetter | E | 20k

Recording with One Direction never felt like this. There’s a couple reasons for that, Harry thinks. One is that they did most of their recording on the road, rushed and in busses and hotel rooms, never in one place long enough to really get an argument going. The other, larger and more important one, is that back then he had the sweetest, meanest little omega around to distract him from all of that frustration.

The first time around, when he’d been recording his debut solo album, it hit him pretty hard. He likes to think he’s better adjusted to it now, but frustration is warring under his skin nonetheless. He doesn’t want to be told what to do most of the time, and he especially doesn’t want to be told what to do when it comes to his music.

What he does want right now is that sweet, mean little omega right in front of him with his mouth on Harry’s cock. Unfortunately, the best he’s got is his own hand and a shared toilet. So. That’s really not going to work.

✰ like it’s a game* by @soldouthaz | E | 32k

There is little Harry hates more than truth or dare.

And Louis.

queen of enemies to lovers! it’s been a while since i’ve reread this but too absolutely no surprise, it’s just as amazing as always <3 sarah never misses!

✰ Too Young To Know by @2tiedships2 | M | 35k

Harry doesn’t present as an alpha… until he does.

really enjoyed this as per usual! exes to lovers is my jam and the added angst of Louis dating someone else at the beginning... love <3

✰ Some Things Take Root* by navigator & quitter | E | 50k

Louis' ex doesn't get jealous of anyone besides Harry. Harry helps Louis use that to his advantage.

stumbled upon this randomly and decided to reread on a whim... ended up staying up to read it in one sitting! so good!

✰ Safe and Sound (You’ll Always Be) by @all-these-larrythings | E | 58k

When a failed case and a guilty conscience leaves Harry more than a little lost, his boss presents him with a new, less taxing assignment to help him cope. An escape from all the madness is just what Harry needs to get his life back on track. It's just too bad his new client has a grin like the devil, a pair of electric eyes that Harry simply can't get over, and no intention whatsoever of letting him catch a break.

i don’t know how i’ve never read this before??? it was absolutely amazing though! perfect blend of humor and fluff and tension and angst <3

✰ Mind Over Matter (You Under Me) by @youreyesonlarry | E | 74k

It’s dark outside when Harry finishes practice for the day.

the slow burn in this fic killed me - which is to say, it was perfect! loved how they progressed from working together to being friends to something more and how much they genuinely cared for each other! the hockey was so fun too!

✰ Call Out My Name by frenchkiss | E | 102k

Apparently, it's bad PR to fall in love with the omega you hired to help you through your rut.

Harry Styles begs to differ.

ellen truly knocked it out of the park with this one!! had everything i could ever want: abo, famous/non-famous, fluff, humor, angst, drama, and more! i loved it from beginning to end!

wips ~

✰ ‘cause all our tomorrows lead the way by @loubellies | E | 64k | 7/11

So maybe Louis’ in over his head.

He had signed up for the Bachelor on a whim after his second bottle of wine and well, here he is. He’s just been announced as the twenty-sixth Bachelor and his ass is sweating. Like, literally sweating. He’s positive that if he was to turn around, the entirety of Bachelor Nation would get a nice peek of his ass sweat.

am thoroughly enjoying each chapter!! it’s been a wild ride so far and although things are currently calm, i am still on edge!! but i trust mar with my life <3

✰ Truth Behind Golden Eyes by @lwtisloved | E | 83k | 8/16

Louis is a royal servant born with magic in a kingdom where his sole existence is outlawed with a war he has no idea he has a part in upon him. Harry is the prince on whom the burden of mending a broken kingdom falls upon and he might be willing to risk it all for a simple servant if only he admitted it to himself.

caught up last night! still really enjoying every chapter and can’t wait to see what happens next!! things are *happening* with h&l and answers are being given!! (love the jealousy too!)

non-1d ~

✰ Keep Me Close (I Need Your Faith) by @princelouisau | E | 23k

Somewhere along the way he had fallen in love and in doing so, had broken the one rule he knew he couldn’t come back from. As quickly as he realised, he decided that he must never dare speak it. He resigned himself to loving Draco in silence.

first foray into reading drarry... and, to no one’s surprise, i loved it! beautiful writing as always and beautiful atmosphere! it’s really not a shock that i fell for these characters and their story when danielle is behind it <3 it had me entranced from beginning to end!!

finally, i myself actually posted a fic this month:

my fics ~

✰ yesterday came suddenly by me | E | 49k | mpreg

Harry the deadliest member of the NYC assassins’ guild, is forced to face a seemingly impossible task in hopes of finally leaving the underground behind for good, but when ghosts from the past come back to haunt him, escaping the darkness becomes that much harder.

If you read any of these beautiful works of art, remember to leave kudos and comment to show your appreciation!

*if i made any errors, please let me know :)

enjoy!

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uwuowotf2waslife · 4 years

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The mercs with an s/o who is on the autism spectrum? If you want to

as a person with diagnosed autism( ASD that later changed to SCD but concidering my countrys lack of proper diagnosis and non-existant support when i was growing up, im not sure,it might was a result of chronic abuse or i was a really weird kid) its my duty to answer this ask,

always know that you are perfect with all your imperfections

just because maybe your brain is wired different it doest make you less of a person

you are poetry

Scout

-my boy has adhd ( probably undiagnosed until he was examined by Medic) so you two might have a little problem at the begining.

-he might be the closest to a jack russel in human form, but he cares about you and is willing to sit down and do his research so he can understand you and your struggles. He isn’t a hypocrite, he is a hyperenergetic bundle of daddy issues and is sure he will annoy you from time to time, he annoys pretty much everyone except his mom on rare occasion, he is a hanfull and he knows that years now. But he also has come to understand that everyone has struggles and little things that make them more special than others.

-if you have problems with communication , he’ll be your mouth .Problems with sensory overstimulation? he will escort you to the safest place and hug you tighter than he thought hes capable of. People mistreating or bullying/insult you? the bat is in his hands and his ready to hit home runs on their balls. You might not be the perfect couple, you will struggle like every couple and have fights and arguments, but he is ready to phase every difficulty that comes on your way. He loves you and he is here for the ride even if its bumpy.

Soldier

-( I and i think a big part of the community claim he is actually autistic) Probably the most tricky of the mercs, since at one side he might completely relate/understand you and the relationship go smoother than soft butter on bread, or he might have problems communicating the relationship problems with you.

-as all relationships you two must sit down and communicate your problems. Believe me he isn’t mentally retarded ( a horrible misconsumption ive seen being thrown around), yes he is stubborn and can’t read social cues to save his life, but he is a loyal beefcake with a golden heart hardened by a lifitime of war. He knows he isn’t the perfect man, he has nightmares and panic attacks on the regualr after so much trauma in his life. But he also knows that if he S/O needs him, it doesnt matter if its a small or big thing, he is ready to go through hell and back to make them happier or more comfortable

-you can’t stand loud noises? copy that privet, he will stop yelling/ screaming around you. Certain things make you uncomfortable/ anxious? hes at your side and he is ready to snap necks...you have his heart and his adoration, he ain’t a coward or a pansy, you’ll win over any challenge that comes your way like the absolute unit you are and he is there to assist

Pyro

-fresh from the start they can recognise you have autism, i lowkey think they might be ( actually in young adults asd and mild schizophrenia can be mixed and confused by not good qualified doctors, its been years since i read that study so correct me if im wrong) or have really good gut insticts. Either way, they know you are struggling and trie in subtle ways to help you

-did an important call without stuttering? hug and smooch on the crown of your head, completed all your work/homework? they will cover you in stickers and cuddle you in their pillowfort, stood up for yourself? my girl theyll make a huge cupcake tray and youll two will eat while watching sappy disney films

- you won’t struggle as much, i see them as more easy going than other members of the team. But they also have big issues that may create problems in the relationship that you both need to work on. They are more than a handfull and they aren’t unaware of it, they spended years locked inside their own head doing god-knows how vile and harming things to their mentality and body, they can’t believe they are alive and they wake up every day next to the most beautifull human being they have come across their lif, ( Y/n). You will bond slow but strong , you are their sunshine and theyll make sure their sunshine shines no matter what they have to do

Engie

( lowkey i think is canon he has some form of high-functioning autism, just hide its behind the southern warm and soft hospitality)

- when you confess, he hugs you ( a big thing coming from him since i dont consider him a touchy fella) and returns the confession that he is too. He knows each person experiences different so he won’t press you for explanations or description of what you have is excactly. He just assures whatever happens, he is there to help you with

- doesn’t really change how he views you, but he takes the initiative for things like talking to strangers, calling to order or things that you struggle with, but he doesnt baby you. You are an adult person and will be treated as that, even if sometimes he feels he needs to “help” or “protect” you

-one of the most easy going of the mercs, but his work is his priority so there will be long arguments about it. He understands your frustation, but he is a workaholic years now before you came in his life and can’t bring himself to change that. His work is his routine, the only comfort he knows and the only place that accepted him for who he is. But, he will be more elastic and have more breaks/ days off even if it means the project will be finished an hour or two later, unless it has an urgent deadline. He knows he can be very cold and emotionless, he is an engineer, not a spy for that reason. Furthermore he has his own times when he is stubborns or has an anger explosion because something broke/didnt meet his expectations or got way too invested into something that turned to be worthless/ uselless so he isn’t the one to judge if you are in a sour mood or you have your own “ explosion”. After all said and done, late at night when you are both alonein his workshop he will just cradle you in his arms and make a silence promise to always be there for you through thin and thick ( as we say to go through 40 waves and 40 more ) because you are something that no machine or creation can emulate or recreate, you are ( Y/N) and you are the love of his life.

Demo

-arguably one of the three more knowledgable of the mercs in the topic of mental health department. Being raised in an orphanage i doubt he didnt had at least a dozen other kids who had from high to moderate to severe autism ( during the 20th century it wasnt uncommon for people with autism to be thought less human or that the family of said people couldn’t provide for them in severe cases so theyd be dropped on orphanages and psychiatric hospitals)., so he has some first hand experiene with what autism is. It isn’t something for him in all honesty, after so much trauma and hardship in his life he is at peace that peopleare different and their brains are rarely wired the same

-he also know he isn’t ideal, he acts really stupid when he is drunk and his alcohol consumption alone is a very big problem for any relationship he ever had in his life and i doubt he is the image of psychological perfection, but he also knows that if you are willing to keep him around you have seen him wasted out of his mind, he is more than willing to put up with anyof your quirks or difficulties.

-you want to stim? go ahead he’ll leave the room/the house so you can stim to your hearts content, you want to stay? sure thing lass, hell sit in a corner and drink a bit while you have your thing. Work/ school/ home life is stress full and you are in the verge of a breakdown? he has already wrapped you like a burrito and he is holding you while you cry/vent, you dont want to be touched at that moment? hell take you to an open field and you can blow things up to get all those feelings out of you. He isn’t ideal, he is at peace with that, but now that you appeared in his life, you became the apple of his eye. He’ll cherish you and protect you both as body but as a mind and a soul for whatever shit life throws at you, he was never one to back down a challenge.

Heavy

-due to the language barrier and his nature as a quiet man it’ll take him some time. If you bring it up he’ll simply nod and run to Medic or Spy for translation. He isn’t shy to do a doctors worth of research so he knows what he has to deal with, he knows his english is broken and would prefer to have a migraine over the amount of books hes read than make you feel uncomfortable. Probably will ask advice from Medic ( the most qualified on the team) untill hes satisfied he knows enough.

-probably the sanest of the mercs, but he isn’t perfection. He had to endure famine and death from very early in his life, always be the stone his family anchored on and most people on his life, so he has his own big problems. At one side he is used to so many things, he is somewhat indiferent. You aren’t harming anyone nor its life threatening, so it doesnt really change what he feels about you. All people have flaws, noones perfect and if they do think they are perfect, they are very, very wrong. I won’t lie to you, some times hell get confuse with your behavior or will get tired of being the “ anchor” of the relationship, but he will never admit it. He survived the Gulags and years in Siberia, this is nothing but a walk in the park for him. He isn’t a fuckboy, he doesn’t want you just for some fuck and then hell forget you exist, he is much more sentimental than he appears to be. He beginned this with you because he sees you more than a body, he sees you as someone he wants to spend the rest of his life with even if itll be a challenge, he was never a quiter and he wont be now.

- don’t expect much communication help from him, unless its in russian. But whenever you feel the tiniest bit of self-doubt or anxiety his arms are open to embrace and warm you with his love. He might was raised among anarchy and war, but he is a gentle giant with a heart bigger than Russia herself. He knows you two will struggle especially on the communication domain but he is willing to do what it takes to make your life easier/ less challenging. He came here to stay, only if you allow him

Medic

-Arguably the most medically qualified of the mercs, but considering the era of his studies hes at least rusty on modern terminology and general understanding of what autism is. Nontheless his a doctor ( with or without a medical license) and i doubt he ever followed the rules of ethical and unethical medicine. He is a healer primeraly and he can’t claim to be the most mentaly stable of the team.

-he might be many things, he knows hes at least crazy by normal standards and has made extremely questionable choices in his life,but he cares for the people he is close to, lovers and collagues alike. He won’t try to ‘change’or ‘medicate’ you; unless you specifically ask him for, like yes he has defied any sort of ethical medicine and has played god many times in his life, but he knows that if he changes you, you won’t be ‘you’. You will be you still, but nothing more than a lobotomized version of yourself and he fears that. Let’s be real, he probably choosed you because you are a smart individual ( that includes both street and book smarts alike) so if he “killed” your smart he would essentially kill you and this doesnt sit well with him.

-feeling down? no worries, the doctor is here ( afterhe finis hes re-connecting snipers new kidneys). Stressed? Archimedes will be your own personal cheerleader and the rest of the flock won’t let you all stressed and alone while Medic is working. In the simplest of works,he wants you to know that he might be a madman on the field and the medbay, but he is also your lover and that means he cares about you. He doesnt care if act a lil strange or you have some special things about you, guess what? he doesnt cares. H e never cared and he will never cared, all the greatest minds had something special about them and you are no exception. He chosed to have a relationship with you and you accepted the love request of a surgery-happy maniac , im sure he is beyond equiped to handle you in all aspects. He might not be the most touchy but he will make his point across that you are someone who means wayy to much for him to change

Sniper

- ( i highly think he is autistic, just the way hes potrayed in most fanfics he acts lowkey autistic, mostly in the communication and sociable part) growing up in the middle of nowhere probably he has never even heard ‘autism’ as a word , so his very lost. (another headcanon of mine is that he is also iliterate) You need to explain to him what autism is and how it affects your life. He has a non-pleasant expression on his face, because he realises most things that you say what that “autism”is and the thing it has are things he actually has and felt throughout his life. He looks like hes having a religious expierience and when you are done he only nods and hugs you almost mechanically.

-he will need some time, not because ofyou, but because of him. You might think he is breaking up with, butin reality he just needs some time alone to sit down and think about all the things you said. Its one of the biggest revalations he has experienced on his life and it has hit him like a wall of bricks.

- after a few days he will return to the base and will ask you to meet with him on the most secluded of his snipers nest. While you prepare for the upcoming breakup, he actually showers and wears somet hing nice for the first time in a while. He goes out of his way to make the sniper nest a bit more “ comfortable” even bribe spy into giving him one of his fancy wines. Once you go up the nest and you two meet, he is the most clingy he has ever been and almost drinks the whole bottle out of pure anxiety. Once his tipsy enough he actually confesses that from the things you said, he found out hes also autistic. Que him basically clinging you like a broken koala baby while half-sobbing to expell all the tension he has inside him. Please pet his hair and rub his back,he will melt and quit his rugged manly man persona for that moment. He needs you there, he needs your soft touch to ground him while his whole life comes crushing down and a weight he never imagined is being lifted from his shoulders.After that, its quaranteed you two won’t be seperated ever again, he needs you to ease all this pain he has gathered from his troubled life and he will provide you the world and the stars.

Spy

- he knows what autism is( as a spy he should know about human psychology/mental disorders just to know how to impersonate any person with or without issues) and he is a very observant man. He has above average attention span and knows how to read body language so he has figured you are autistic a long time ago. He is just waiting for you to open up about it or confess it, but he also knows the social stigma around autism so he keeps his mouth shut because he really doesn’t want you to feel uncomfortable or ‘naked’ in front of him

- i heavily headcanon him to be at least depressed/having an ugly anxiety disorder or even a dissosiative disorder considering a big part of his life is carefully crafted theater , so he can’t say he is any more better than you.Furthermore he never really cared about what society thinks about mental ilnesses, whos here to judge who sane and not? he has seen so much shady things behind closed doors of “ pure” people he has lost all respect for what society thinks its normal and what is weird or not acceptable. Yes he follows the rules of “good” society but thats more of a habit than a need. Plus have you seen what the good ol’ society behind close doors? yap youll need a good bible study and some church to wash away the sins.

-eventually when you confess to him,he doesn’t really act. He knows its a heavyemotinal moment for you but he can’t open up for his own problems, at least now. But he will embrace you for now and say all the sweet words you need to hear...untill the same time he gets drunker than he can and confesses to you in french all his psychological troubles while he cries on your chest. He won’t let go unless he wants to vomit and he will cling to you for dear life while he experiences one of the ugliest meltdowns he has experienced in the last decade. Probably will wake up with a monster of a hangover, but once he feels you wrapped around him and feel your heartbeat on the bones of his back something will meltin him. He will gather whatever strenght he has, turn around, give you one of the most genuine smiles he has ever given in his entire life and peck your lips bore he starts whining and requiesting you to either kill him or fetch medic. Perhaps one day hell say all the things he wants to say in you mother tongoue but for now, just know he will cherish you and love you like the most exquisite poetry that has graced his life

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cielizzydefencesquad · 7 years

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Any ships hmm~ then can I have a Lizzy x Finny pretty please?

Ohhh goodness—Lizzy x Finny??! The ultimate sunshine couple! Can the world even handle their combined adorableness??? XD

Who is more likely to catch a cold? Finny—no one can match Lizzy’s superhuman immune system lmao but Finny thinks being sick when Lizzy’s around is probably one of the best things ever. Lizzy cocoons him in blankets before cuddling up next to him, volumes of fairytales and poetry in hand. Finny can’t read that well and has never heard of some of the works Lizzy loves so in the beginning he was horribly embarrassed that he might look a fool in front of this beautiful sunshine princess. (“W-would you mind teaching me?” Finny asked in a rush, face heating up in embarrassment. “I—I’d like to be able to read with you. To talk with you about something you’re so passionate about, Miss Elizabeth.” —> to which Lizzy, after taking Finny by the hand, smiled warmly. “It’s Lizzy,” she insisted softly, “please call me Lizzy.”) Now, one of Finny and Lizzy’s favorite things to do when he’s sick is to have Lizzy read out loud to him as he cuddles next to her, a mug of orange blossom tea in hand.

Who hogs the blankets? Lizzy. She’s not used to sharing a bed but once she found out she was pretty much leaving Finnian in the cold she was horrified but Finny just smiled, “It’s not bother, Miss Eliz—er, Lizzy. In fact, I could just hold you when we sleep, that way we’ll both keep warm!” (Cue Lizzy blushing madly because Finny’s hands are so much bigger than hers and he likes tracing patterns on her arms and shoulders when they’re lying down. She loves the feel of his calloused fingertips on her rosy-pale skin.)

Who kills all the flowers? Neither! In their eyes this is damn near sacrilegious lol Finny likes to surprise Lizzy with new bouquets every day and sometimes helps braid flowers into her hair. (He’s good with his hands.)

Who eats all the candy before Halloween? Well Finny used to but after kissing Lizzy for the first time declared, “I don’t need candy anymore. I just want your kisses. They’re the sweetest things I’ve ever tasted.”

Who takes the longest showers? Lizzy! She definitely needs time to unwind after a long day of training, studying, and social responsibilities. (Finnian’s taken to decorating the bathroom hallway with vases of orange blossoms because Lizzy once mentioned their scent helps her relax.)

Who goes to bed at 5am but wakes up at 8am? Neither—they both head to bed at 10 PM and wake up at 7 AM.

Who makes sure the other has a healthy breakfast? Finny :) this sweetie pie worries that Lizzy might not be eating enough to keep up with her strenuous training regime so he built a little fruit patch near their flower garden, that way Lizzy could always have fresh strawberries and pears every morning.

What pets do they have? They have a white canary named Boudica (after the Iceni warrior-queen who led an uprising against the invading Romans in 60 AD). Finny found the injured canary in the nearby woods and took it home; he and Lizzy nursed her back to health together and Boudica’s stayed with them since.

Wedding

Who proposes? Finny does. —> With Bard, Mey-Rin, Snake, and Sebastian’s help Finny built a little rose cottage near the border of the Phantomhive domain with white washed walls, a sloping grey roof, and a front garden filled with roses and strawberries. A white picket fence surrounds the area while rose vines climb the brick chimney and white walls. It’s here that Finny prepared a light, simple meal for him and Lizzy to share just as the rose bloom dusk is giving way to starry lavender and hints of dark blue. With trembling fingers and a rapidly beating heart, Finny got down on one knee and confessed, “I know I don’t deserve you Lizzy but I—I love you. I love you and just want to make you happy for the rest of your life. Won’t you please marry me?”

Who actually enjoyed the planning? They both did! Finny was pretty indifferent to everything except the flower arrangements—he and Lizzy chose wild roses, baby’s breath, and blue hyacinths.

Would their wedding be small or grand? Small! A countryside wedding in the backyard of their rose cottage with only immediate family members and close friends in attendance.

Which guest was happiest to see them get married? Ciel. Even though he’ll never admit it, all he’s ever wanted was to see Lizzy like this, joyous and laughing. To know that she was happy and safe, free from the burdens and dangers of the world, encased in light and smiling by the still-blooming roses.

Children

How many children would they have? 2-3. Both Lizzy and Finny love children so they’ll definitely have more than one.

Would they adopt or have them naturally? Naturally.

Who is the strictest parent? Lizzy. She wants her children to be well-educated and responsible, to care for and be able to protect one another later on.

Are their children in homeschool or public school? They attend a private school in London alongside their cousins.

Who is the favorite parent? They both are! This is the sunshine couple with their sunflower children—they adore one another equally. (It’s probably the healthiest family in all of Kuro lmao)

Who checks on the kids in the middle of the night? Finny. Dropping a kiss on Lizzy’s shoulder, he gets up to check on their sons and daughters, seeing them and feeling an overwhelming tidal wave of love rushing through him.

Who decorated the nursery? They both did! Since they live in a rose cottage the walls are already white and their floors are made of dark rosewood. They have beautiful garret windows that let in white sunshine and the fragrance of wild roses. The furniture is satinwood; Finny hand carved roses and rambling vines on them and on every available surface there are vases of red roses in pale blue milk jugs.

#this was just too cute to write XD #finnian #finny #elizabeth midford #ciel phantomhive #black butler #kuroshitsuji #asks #replies #mod Nina #these are so much fun to do lol

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STOZIER

So Richie and Stan are cannon best friends and I’ll fuckin fight anyone who says otherwise TBH. Okay, on to the show.

The summer after IT Stan starts to really realize that Richie is pretty, like he’s really fucking pretty and when did his obnoxious chubby faced best friend with no fashion sense to speak of become this sharp, glowing earth angel????? Like Richie just sprouted the fuck up one day and now his baby fat is distributed right and he lets his hair grow out into this stupid (read beautiful) curly mop and all of the sudden even his terrible crooked coke bottle glasses are fuckin adorable and “holy shit I’m in deep for my best friend.”

The summer after IT Stan starts to really realize that Richie is pretty, like he’s really fucking pretty and when did his obnoxious, chubby faced best friend with no fashion sense to speak of become this sharp, glowing earth angel????? Like Richie just sprouted the fuck up one day and now his baby fat is distributed right and he lets his hair grow out into this stupid (read beautiful) curly mop and all of the sudden even his terrible crooked coke bottle glasses are fuckin adorable and “holy shit I’m in deep for my best friend.”

And in true teenager fashion Stan represses his feeling HARDcOrE! So instead of telling Richie he throws himself headfirst into trying to date that girl from synagogue (I know nothing about how judaism works I’m sorry if I got it wrong)

But of course Richie has been in love with Stanley Uris since he met him in kindergarten. Like, really fucking in love with him. Like I literally stare at you constantly because you are always the only thing on my mind and all I want to do is love you like you deserve and if you don’t love me back thats okay I’m good with tiny scraps of you because I love you that much.

Once Ben taught Richie about writing poetry and now Stan finds these scraps of paper everywhere (in his shoes, pockets, backpack, books, locker, under his pillow, etc.) that say things like “I didn’t know sunshine until I met you.” And “if all you ever give me is a fraction of your smile, or the skin of your palms I’ll be content.” Or really simple ones like “you’ll be okay.” “You look nice today.” “Your laugh is like music.”

But Stan in fucking oblivious and convinces himself that it’s the girl from math.

One day when they’re like 17 ish and Stan had gotten a little too drunk at a party he starts rambling to Bev outside his house about how much he likes boys (Richie) and about how he’s know he was Gay since he was like nine. His dad hears and shit goes down once Stan gets in the house.

His parents don’t hit him but sometimes Stan thinks he’d prefer that to the disgusted silence from his father or the heartbreaking sobs from his mother.

Stan grows cold after that, distant stares, and going stiff when Richie touches him. He looks like he hasn’t slept for weeks. His snapping retorts grew cruel and felt more and more like he meant it when he told Richie to fuck off. Richie feels his heart shatter the day Stan comes to school with his sleeves pulled low and his eyes rubbed red.

Richie knows that something is wrong and the love notes he leaves become “what happened?” “I would hold you until all that hurt was far away” “please, if you don’t talk to me talk to someone. I love you so much that it hurts.” “I know what this looks like, please the sunshine has gone out of you. Take mine.” “Please I need you to be safe, I would do anything to see you really smile again.” “You look so sad baby, let me kiss you until you never have to think of that hurt again.” (He doesn’t send the last one)

The Losers all notice but can’t seem to get anything out of him. Bev picks up on what happened real fast and yanks Richie away to talk. “Stans gay and his dad knows and all his mom does is cry and he needs you Richie.” She blurts out before Richie can make some innuendo about being yanked into the girls bathroom. Richie just stands there for a minute and says “Bevvie. I don’t think it’s me he needs. I’m shit at comforting people. And it’s not like I can give him any pointers about standing up to parents can I.” He gestures sweepingly at himself meaning the (mostly) hidden bruises from days his mom is too drunk to remember. “Talk to him Rich, I mean c’mon. You’re pretty damn blind but even you have to be able to see how Stan feels.” Realization dawns on Richies face and he blushes.

Later that day he pulls Stan aside. “Richie I really don’t have the energy for-“ “Stan I know whats going on.” Richie cuts him off quickly. “Look, you don’t have to talk about it, not now, hell maybe not ever. But if you need somewhere to stay, and I’m not saying my place is great either, but my room is always open.” The dam bursts and Stan throws himself into Richies arms sobbing. They don’t talk about it. But Stan cries himself out and Richie loads the sleeping boy into his beat up truck and just drives.

Stan wakes up to the sounds of Richie tapping his fingers on the steering wheel and singing softly to Africa by Toto. Stan blinks clearly and realizes that Richie had, at one point wrapped him in the flannel and the denim jacket that Richie had worn to school that day. “Hey sleeping beauty, how ya feeling?” Richie asked gently. Stan couldn’t seem to answer and instead drawn his knees up to his face and scoots closer to Richie in the bench seat. Richie just smiled and wrapped his arm around the thin boy. Stan snuggled gratefully into his side.

The pair drove for a while longer Richie singing along to the radio and Stan watching the road (watching Richie) “thank you.” Stan mumbled. Richie smiled at him again, “you wanna talk about it?” He probed softly pulling over into a parking lot. “I- I don’t think- Richie I- It’s just- I. No.” Stans voice shook with the weight of more unshed tears. “Hey thats okay.” Richie soothed softly running his fingers through Stans curls and pressing a soft kiss to Stans knuckles.

Stan just shook his head softly in awe of how kind Richie was under all that. Stan reached up to cup Richies face in his palm and kissed his cheek. they sat like that for what seemed like forever. Then, “Thank you Richie, no, let me finish or I might never get it out.” He said talking fast over Richies protests. “I treated you badly these last few weeks. And the shit I’m dealing with isn’t an excuse for hurting you. Richie you’re my best friend, more then that you’re my favorite person. Like, probably ever, I’m not good with people. Most people annoy the hell out of me and you’re not really an exception to that but you’ve always known how to make things better, and ever since that summer I’ve had this cloud around me Rich, I’m suffocating. And then you show up and I have air. It’s not perfect and that feeling isn’t totally gone but it’s better with you. And I can’t ever lose you. So, no matter where we go just promise me that you’ll be part of my life; as whatever you want to be, my friend, my neighbor, my roommate, the idiot across the way, I don’t care. I can take whatever life throws at me if I have you next to me.”

By the time Stan had finished speaking Richie had tears running down his cheeks. “I promise.” His voice barely a whisper as if even his vocal chords know this was too sacred a moment for anything louder. When Stan leaned in to kiss him Richie caught his face in his hands. The kiss was sweet, gentle, and loving. Stan climbed into Richies lap in an effort to be as close as possible to the other boy. Something in the way Stan was kissing him felt frantic so Richie pulled away just far enough to whisper “Slow down baby. You’ve got me for as long as you’ll have me.” They stayed like that for a few long moments Richie rubbing circles against Stans jaw, Stans hands fisted in Richies thin t-shirt. “Ya’ gotta at least take me out to dinner though before you get to the really good stuff.” Richie said with a suggestive wiggle of his eyebrows. Stan rolled his eyes and groaned. “Way to ruin the mood trashmouth Stan said his forehead pressed to Richies chest. Richie laughed at that, one of his big hands coming up to cradle the back of Stans head against him, suddenly the fact that he had no idea where they were hit him and Stan joined Richie in laughing.

The two boys sat like that for a long time. kissing softly, laughing at stupid jokes, and cuddling until it was well past time to go home.

On the drive home Stan curled into Richie’s side playing with Richie’s long fingers in his lap. They both sang along to the radio and the kissed at every stoplight, and most of the stop signs even though Stan protested that a stop sign wasn’t a long enough time for kissing and that he would disrupt the flow of traffic. But he didn’t mean it.

Things weren’t perfect. His dad was still disgusted but eventually his mother stopped crying and realized that her boy was happy and thats all that really mattered. There were still nights when Stan climbed into Richie’s window and cried himself to sleep; and there were days when Richie did the same. Stan still rolled his eyes at Richies “voices” and flipped him the bird when he made sex jokes. But now they would sneak off to kiss (they weren’t very sneaky and all of their friends took turns secretly standing guard to make sure no one disrupted their boys) and Richie would blush when Stans hand brushed his. And now (this may have been Stans favorite) Richie signed his love notes and Stan kept them in a box under his bed.

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Shortaki Week, Day 6:

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Soulmates / Proposal / Shelter Edit: I’m so, so sorry D: tumblr ate my read my read-more! Sorry! Thank you for reading Last of the fics for this, the other two are comics (which i’m noticing people prefer :o) )

Warning for potential for future polyamory (there’s mostly just teasing towards that idea and it can be taken as platonic). Also there’s a bit of swearing.

Helga had known who her soulmate was since she was almost three years old. The words carefully sketched into her wrist had been quite clear and distinctive. They were the first words she’d learned to read.

Olga had taught her, in one of the few quiet moments where their parent’s attention was on something other than the elder girl. Helga was two, and hadn’t yet developed an apathy for her sister, so she was happy for the help and attention.

Olga had pulled Helga onto her lap and pointed out the words, letter by letter. “Hi,” she said, tracing the word with her finger. “There’s the ‘h’ and there’s the ‘i’ and together they make the word ‘hi’. Mkay?” Helga nodded seriously. Olga giggled. “Then, there’s an ‘n’ and another ‘i’ and then ‘c’ and finally ‘e’. What’s that spell, Helga? Can you guess?”

Helga thought for a moment, then shook her head sadly. “Sorry.”

“Oh, sweetie, you don’t need to apologize.” Olga cuddled her sister for a moment. “It spells ‘nice’. Like when something is good and you like it.”

Helga smiled at her hopefully. “Nice big sister?”

Olga squealed a little. “Nice baby sister too.” She began tracing the last word. “That’s ‘b’, ‘o’, ‘w’. Which spells ‘bow’.” She grinned sweetly at Helga, tugging on the big, pink bow atop the little girl’s head. Helga giggled a little. “So, as a sentence, it says, ‘Hi, nice bow.’ Baby sister, your soulmate sounds like a sweetheart, just like you!”

“Hi, nice bow,” Helga repeated softly, beaming as wide as she could. She brought her hand up to the fabric, clutching it a little.

She vowed to always wear it.

Smiling, suddenly curious, Helga looked at Olga. “What’s yours say?”

Olga’s smile became slightly fixed. “Oh sweetie, that doesn’t matter.” Her hand wrapped around her own wrist, shielding words Helga couldn’t even read. “I’m not my soulmate’s soulmate, and that’s okay.”

Helga gave her a horrified look. “But why? You’re pretty and smart and know ev–every–all the stuff.” She traced over the unreadable words.

‘My name is Mai, do you know where room 209 is?”

Her big sister gave her a sad smile. “Because sometimes, the person you love doesn’t always love you back.”

“Maybe, they don’t know?” Helga said optimistically. Olga looked even sadder.

“Sometimes, it’s nicer to not tell them, because it’ll make them sad.” She shook her head then, and grinned, wide and plastic, around the sadness in her eyes. “Now, enough about that silly stuff, I wanted to teach you piano!”

The next year, as she drifted further and further away from her elder sister, and continued to be ignored by her parents, Helga trekked the twelve blocks to her new preschool. It was raining, a dog stole her lunchbox, and she got mud all over her new jumper, and her bow. It was the worst day her young brain could remember having. She was cold and sopping wet by the time she reached the building.

Suddenly though, the rain stopped. There was a warm, sweet voice from behind her. It made her heart jump in her chest.

“Hi, nice bow.”

She could be excused, then, for the next word to come out of her mouth. “Huh?”

Helga turned then and looked at the face of her soulmate. He looked like sunshine, beaming at her. She loved him immediately.

“I like your bow, ‘cause it’s pink like your pants.” Then he shuffled inside and the rain came back.

Staring at the beautiful boy, she didn’t even feel it.

Later, after the teacher had cleaned her up, there was roll call and Helga learned the sunshine boy’s name: Arnold. She held the precious word as close to her heart as the first three.

She was desperately looking forward to after snack, when there would be free play and she could go say ‘hi’ back. Perhaps she would compliment the nice hat he was wearing, with its pretty blue color. Maybe she could tell him how much she liked the interesting shape of his head, or his sunshine smile. Maybe she would start with an apology for such an uninteresting soul mark.

At snack time, though, the older boy, Harold, stole her crackers. And that was when things began to go very wrong. Arnold walked over and held out his own crackers in offering.

“Want mine?”

For a moment, she stared at his open face, then at his hand, holding the plate of crackers. She nodded and he handed them off. As he waved goodbye, she noticed the odd, long collection of words tangled around his wrist. She blinked, but she was too far away to read it (if she even could).

It wouldn’t connect until a little while later what that would mean.

At that point, though, she was simply filled with elation at his kind gesture. She stared as he made his way back to his friend with the funny hair who held out one of his own crackers for Arnold. She sighed helplessly and stared at the boy with the oblong head, hands clasped together.

Then the laughing began….

——

Helga was certain by the time she was four that she was not Arnold’s soulmate. Her heart ached at that, and she knew she could never tell him. Arnold could never know that he was her soulmate.

After she decided that, she made herself a bracelet–like the one she saw Olga wearing all the time–and covered up the carefully written script.

The bracelet covered up her soulmark, and her hateful words covered up her love.

Because her love for Arnold didn’t simply go away because she knew she was one half of a soul (but, oh boy, did she try). No, it simply grew with each passing year. As he continued to be sunshine personified, she fell more and more in love with the unknowing boy.

She didn’t get a good look at Arnold’s soulmark (which remained uncovered even as he got older) until she was six and a half. As she sat next to him, she eyed his wrist as she pretended to work on their school project.

“You have a funny lookin’ head. I like it. Wanna play blocks?”

She’d known from almost the start that she wasn’t his soulmate, but it still kind of hurt to get the confirmation.

(Which might have been why she took out her heartache by dumping glue on his head.)

——

When Helga was almost ten, she confessed her feelings to Arnold. She told him everything. She told him about the stalking. She told him about her shrine, and about all her poetry.

….She told him almost everything.

She couldn’t tell him about her mark. She couldn’t bear to. Because to have that part of her rejected would be horrible. But what would be worse than rejection would be obligation.

She couldn’t do to Arnold what had happened to her mom.

Miriam had never had a soulmark, but Bob had had hers. So, though they had nothing in common and barely knew each other, they had dated and, eventually, married. But Helga wasn’t blind. She could see how trapped in her marriage Miriam felt.

To do that to Arnold was just unthinkable.

So, she kept that part a secret. And when the time came that Arnold gave her a way to deny her own confession, to go back to hiding her love from him, she gladly took it. With that, she went back to loving him in secret.

—-

When Helga was ten and a half, she went to the jungle on a class trip.

She knew the real reason the trip had came to be–that was, so that Arnold could look for his missing parents. Arnold didn’t know that she knew, but when push came to shove, she obviously helped him out.

Of course, accidents were bound to happen, so Helga shouldn’t have been surprised to lose her bracelet. She shouldn’t have been surprised that Arnold noticed it.

She was surprised by both, mostly because Arnold was not the only one capable of being oblivious.

She had passed out after the waterfall. When she had awoken, Arnold was tending to her. Had she had time and ability to be alone just then, she would have swooned over it. There was an odd, almost blank look on Arnold’s face though. He seemed upset about something. Helga chanced a question.

“What’s wrong, Football Head?”

Arnold blinked and made a bad attempt to smile at her. “Hi, Helga, are you feeling better?”

She scowled at him. “I ache like no tomorrow and I never want to look at water again, but I’m just peachy. What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong.” He was lying, badly.

Helga gave him a flat look. “Spill paste-for-brains, You’re no good at keeping secrets.”

Arnold scowled. “But you’re great at keeping secrets,” he said, voice hard. He tapped her wrist.

Her bracelet was gone.

“Ah,” she said, sitting up and lifting her wrist to look at Arnold’s neat handwriting. She had avoided looking at the thing too much over years, to avoid more heartache than necessary, but the script had shifted and changed somewhat, as Arnold’s handwriting had improved.

“Helga, please don’t lie. Is that mark mine?” Arnold’s voice was quiet. It lost the edge it’d had. Now, he just sounded kind of sad.

“Yes,” Helga murmured. She stared at the ground. She couldn’t bear to look at him.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

When Helga replied, her voice came out sharp as glass. “What exactly was I supposed to say? ‘Hey, Football Head, along with being freakishly in love with you, you’re also my soulmate, but I’m not yours.’”

“Yes.”

Helga felt like crying. “Why? Why would I do that to myself? And more importantly, why would I do that to you? You already have a soulmate.”

Arnold grabbed her hand. She looked up at him, past the burning and blurring building up in her eyes. His face was intense. “Because you are my soulmate Helga.”

Helga blinked away the tears in her eyes and scowled, pointedly staring at his wrist. He followed her gaze and let out a short laugh. “I guess you haven’t been stalking me close enough, if you don’t know about the other one.”

He let go of her hand and pulled off one of his shoes, followed by a drooping sock. Etched into the fine knob of his ankle, in the purple pen that Helga preferred, was an single word.

“Huh?” Helga echoed herself from so very long ago.

She was very confused. It must have shown on her face, because Arnold spoke.

“I’ve always had more than one soulmark, it runs in my family.” He blushed. “Grandpa says it’s something to do with having a lot of room for love in our hearts.”

He’d said the word. He’d said the word that had freaked him out so much on that rooftop. He’d said it while talking about his soulmark.

Helga might’ve swooned slightly. But, she was still confused. “But if that’s mine, then who does this mark belong to.” She pointed back to his wrist.

Arnold grinned. “That’s Gerald’s mark.”

Helga wasn’t actually that surprised. But…. “I was almost certain that he liked Phoebe, and he’s never seemed to like boys like that….”

Arnold actually grinned cheekily at her omission of him seeming like that. “He does like her, and he’s pretty certain he only likes girls. The marks don’t have to be the d-dating kind of love. I’d’ve thought you would’ve known that.”

Helga shrugged shyly. “After I’d decided you didn’t have my mark, I didn’t really wanna think about it…..”

He gave her a sympathetic look and then glanced at her hand briefly, before grabbing it. “So, um, if it’s okay with you, can I give you my answer to what you said on the roof of FTi?”

Helga gulped but nodded.

He gave her the sunshine smile and began speaking. “Uh, well, I’m still only ten, so I don’t really know if it’s completely in the r–rom—the dating way, but I think I might love you Helga.” Then he leaned forward, kind of slowly, and pressed a chaste kiss to her lips. It was the utter opposite from Helga’s kiss almost half a year before, but Helga melted.

She would take Arnold’s kiss over the first one any day.

“Hey, guys, are you in–”

Helga and Arnold pulled back from each other to stare at Gerald. He was grinning widely, arms crossed.

“We were just–”

“He was only–”

“There was a bug–”

Helga sent Arnold a flat look at this and rolled her eyes at Gerald. “We were kissing.”

Arnold went beat red.

Gerald sighed in mock sadness. “Guess that means you’re off the market then, Arnold.”

If anything, the blond boy went redder, slouching against Helga. “Gerald.”

Gerald held up his hands in mock surrender. “Anyway if you two are done with the smooching–”

“Gerald!” Helga and Arnold said together. Their faces were now a matching shade of red.

The other boy laughed. “We really should get going.”

Even with Arnold helping, Helga wobbled as she got to her feet. She wasn’t sure how much of it was from her impromptu trip down the waterfall, and how much was from just the last few minutes. After she took a moment to get her balance, the trio were off once again.

Their moment was set to the side, to be picked up after Arnold’s parents were safe.

—–

When Helga was fifteen, she broke up with her soulmate.

Arnold was going to go live with his parents in San Lorenzo. Or, at least, he had the opportunity. He had been debating it, and he’d been leaning towards staying in Hillwood for Helga.

But she knew how desperately Arnold coveted his time with his parents. And she knew that he would miss either party he left behind. So, Helga made the choice for him.

She put a hand on his cheek, brushing away a stray tear. “Darling, I’ve had you for thirteen years, they’ve had barely five.”

“Helga, I….”

“They need you, Arnold, and as much as I–” need you. “–want you here with me….you need to go with them.”

They were both crying then, hugging and pressing kisses wet with tears to each other’s faces. She breathed in his warm smelling hair, ran soft hands over the lovely shape of his head, listened to the soft hitching of his breath, and committed it all to memory.

Finally, she pulled away, still leaving one hand pressed to his cheek. He leaned into it, almost desperately. “It’s only for a couple years,” she told him.

He turned to press a kiss to the palm of her hand and she resisted the urge to start crying again.

“I’ll miss you,” he told her, rather plaintively.

She gave in to a few more tears. “Oh, my dearest, you know I’ll miss you too. But, please, smile for me, and enjoy the time we have left.”

Arnold gave her a variation of the sunshine smile. Since they had started dating, Helga had seen many different versions of his special smile. But she had never seen this one:

This one, where he was smiling around the shards of a shattered glass heart.

She immediately burst into more tears. “I love you,” she wept.

Arnold folded her into another another hug, and she nosed into his shoulder, shaking them both with her crying. “Oh Helga, you know I love you too.” His voice cracked as he spoke, and Helga felt tears in her hair.

That wouldn’t be the last time either of them cried that night.

——

When Helga was almost eighteen, she proposed in a letter.

It’s the first letter she’d sent to Arnold. She had written more than a hundred letters over the past two and a bit years that her soulmate had been gone, but she could never bear to send them. It felt like sending her heart through the mail, and it would rob her emotionally to do so too much. Arnold had sent her plenty, and she cherished every one she got, but she never sent any back.

That wasn’t to say she didn’t keep in contact with her technically-ex-boyfriend. They spoke on the phone whenever he was able (Bob did not appreciate the long distance fees, but she could care less what he thought). And whenever Arnold had an internet connection, they made good use of their Instant Messenger.

But the only letter she sent was also the only one she would ever have to.

“My Dearest Arnold,

Surprised? Me too. I didn’t think I would ever get up the guts to do this, but here I am, writing you a letter with actual paper. And, of course, my purple pen that we both adore. I know we’ve talked over the phone about why I haven’t done this before, but I still wanted to apologize. You’ve been so very, very patient with me, and I still say I don’t deserve you.

Also, I wanted to remind you that you’ve got a hundred and twenty-five letters (and counting!) waiting for you here when you get back.

Anyway, before I get to the actual reason I’m writing this thing, let me fill you in on what’s been happening since the last time we talked on the phone (mostly because I’m a chicken-shit and want to put off what I’m writing this for, but what can you do).

Gerald and Phoebe are still together–though Gerald has said that he’s still waiting for you to come home to him….and I think he was only half joking. (I swear the two of you’s romantic/queerplatonic/what-the-fuck-ever tension is as bad as his and Phoebe’s was. When you get home, me and Phoebe are probably going to lock the two of you in a closet until you talk it out or make out.)

I’m not kidding dollface.

Grandpa and Grandma and the borders are all fine. Oscar finally got around to taking his GED and he actually passed. Suzie is over the moon. Mr. Potts proposed to Lola, freaking finally. Mr. Hyuhn is over that nasty bout of bronchitis. He’s doing good now–and Mai Hyuhn has all but officially moved in to help out around the boarding house, now that grandpa and grandma are nearing their nineties (though with that social work job of hers, she can only give up so much of her time). They all say ‘hi’.

Actually, speaking of Mai, I’ve been, maybe, working on a matchmaking project–probably since, with you not around, I have to get rid of all my hopeless romantic-ness somehow. I don’t think I ever told you, but the reason I was so convinced in grade school that I wasn’t your soulmate, is because that’s what Olga said about her soulmate–that they’d already had a soulmark for someone else. But, I noticed a few weeks back that Mai keeps both her wrists covered, and I asked her about it (yeah, I’m as rude as ever, what else is new?). She says she found one of them, but the other one she hasn’t seen since high school–and she even showed me them. And one of them totally matched with Olga’s. So, lately, I keep setting the two of them up to run into each other. Mai’s definitely catching on, but she so doesn’t mind, and Olga is more oblivious than you used to be. Hopefully they’ll figure things out before you and I are in our thirties or something.

So. Um. I was thinking of coming up to visit you soon. I know my last visit there didn’t go so well (what with me being sick the entire time), but I really miss your dumb face. Like a lot. And I was thinking about some other stuff too. The last couple times we talked on the phone, we talked a bit about getting poli sci degrees, and about me being a writer, about you doing something with all your experience in San Lorenzo. We did talk a bit about colleges, but what do you think about UoW? It’s got a bunch of good programs and scholarships, and it’s only about a three hour drive to Hillwood. What do you think?

Heck, to save on financials, we could get married before we go!

…That wasn’t how I wanted to put that sentence….But I’m forcing myself to keep it.

I know we haven’t officially gotten back together yet (though I don’t think we officially ‘broke up’ either), but I’m serious. I’ve thought about this for a while now, and I genuinely want to marry you Arnold.

The question is though, do you want to marry me?

I’ll wait for your answer before I do anything serious.

(I maybe might have already bought you a ring)

Love,

Your Helga”

Arnold was in Hillwood within a week, at her door.

“You asked me to marry you through a letter,” he stated blankly as Helga opened the door.

Helga blushed, but couldn’t help but grin. “Hello to you too Arnold.”

Arnold blinked, and then laughed and pulled her in for a hug and peck on the lips. “Hi, My Helga.”

She hugged him back. “I missed you,” she whispered into his neck. His hold tightened.

“I missed you too.”

When he eventually pulled back again, his eyebrows were raised. “You asked me through a letter to marry you,” he said again. “You said you bought me a ring.”

Helga’s laugh was nervous. “I can’t tell if you’re mad at me for it or not.”

“I’m not mad,” he reassured her. “And I shouldn’t be surprised, but you’re so good at surprising me.”

They smiled at each other for a moment, but after a bit, Helga shifted uneasily. “So, I assume, if you’ve made a rather impromptu visit to Hillwood, you have an answer….”

He beamed at her, and it was the sunshine smile, wider than she had ever seen it before. “Of course I want to marry you Helga.” He rubbed the back of his neck, laughing sheepishly. “I was actually planning to propose to you when I got back officially….you’re not the only one who has a ring….” His last words were a mumble.

Helga tugged him in suddenly for a kiss, joy rushing through her veins like sugar. Arnold kissed her back, his delight just as obvious as her own.

“I love you, soon-to-be Mr. Shortman-Pataki,” Helga said, pulling back just enough to murmur against his lips. He grinned against hers.

“Well I love you back, soon-to-be Mrs. Pataki-Shortman.”

Then he went right back to kissing her and that was all they did for a time.

——

“You know I wasn’t kidding about Gerald and that closet.”

“I know.”

“I might do it at the wedding.”

“I wouldn’t even be surprised.”

“Yeah, you would.”

“Yeah, I would.”

#shortakiweek #shortaki week #helga pataki #arnold shortman #hey arnold #vi writes somes stuff #long post

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misc. 008 / WHEN IT’S OUR ANNIVERSARY.

open when... it’s our anniversary!

i think by the number you should be able to tell what this is for. i’d put this under an open when, except i just felt like it. heheh. it’s the eighth miscellaneous letter i’m writing for you, and this is to be read on the eighth of the eighth month. at this point, isn’t casphanie synonymous with infinity? i’ll be taking a long way down memory lane for this, so expect a long long post ahead! ( maybe i’ll even divide it into two parts, who knows. ) without further ado, here’s my version of the casphanie story! disclaimer note, this account only has some of what i consider the ~* iconic *~ moments, and may be incomplete! feel free to tell me if you want anything added! heh. ( dates are based on my timezone! )

on july 30th, 2016, i came on to a conversation where you jokingly say you’re open to a polyamorous relationship. you should be taking note that this was just a day or two after we met, so i was not fully aware of who you are and what your views are! i wasn’t about to be judgmental about a man who i might or might not be crushing on! so i asked, to confirm, whether or not dating you meant having to share and be shared. you held me possessively in response ( isn’t it cute how you’d react the same way if i asked you this even now? ) and i asked you what dating you meant.

"i want to write about you, but how could any combination of the 26 letters really accurately describe the ethereal being that is you. but god- i would spend my time writing poems about the crinkle by your eyes as you smile, or the way you hold my hand is one of my frames of reference. i suppose dating me isn’t a simple equation but i want you to know that your smile is like sunshine to me and i savor each moment we spend together because there’s just something about you- i can’t fully explain. but for some reason, i want to hold you, and take care of you.”

on july 31st, 2016, you were the first to wish me a happy birthday! you’ve referred to me as your princess even before we got together, and though the nickname still does make me blush up to this day, you should be able to tell why i was so convinced you were a flirt! not only did you claim me, you even referred to me as royalty. call me easy, but anyone would fall for a cheesy and great smelling man who calls them a princess!! you couldn’t even tell me you loved me, yet, and only told me you adored me. i remembered vividly waking up to a bouquet of beautiful pink roses, together with a glass of coffee and some very cute ( and very delicious ) cupcakes!

“happiest birthday, my princess! 21 years old and kicking ass, heh. i adore you, and wish you an opulent year ahead of happiness and love, and home. i’ll make sure of it! let’s celebrate. p.s. my heart is full of love for you.”

on august 1st, 2016, you accused me of liking you! this is one of the most adorable conversations i can recall us having! i couldn’t admit to liking you just yet, but you were already so sure about it, pffft.

- “cheeseball cheeseball cheeseball.” - “you like cheese!!!” - “i do!! a whole lot!!” - “and you like me!” - “. . . . . well.” - “you . . . more than like me.” - “isn’t that you towards me. pft.” - “then how do you feel about me?” - “a lot of emotions at once! it’s a cozy balance of relief, happiness, excitement and elation! i thought i told you this.” - “ngh, yes. thank you, baby.” - “why the sudden thank you? aw.” - “because i’m happy that you feel the same way, ehe.” - “what did i do to deserve you again?” - “you’re being yourself, that’s all you have to do.”

on august 4th, 2016, i made a kakao account for you! eheh. your first message to me was asking whether or not i was the person you were looking for, eheh, and i responded by asking who you were in return!

“OH. WELL I’M YOUR OPPA AND YOUR CAS AND JUST GENERALLY YOURS!”

on august 7th, 2016, we used our first couple dp! and we’ve been using couple dp’s since then, haven’t we?

> feel free to redirect yourself! <

on august 8th, 2016, you became mine as i became yours, also the first time you’ve directly told me that you loved me instead of adoring me, yes yes? hehe. thank you, sweetheart, for making me the happiest ever since. ♡

“my heart beat is a song about you, and i’m just following the music. your hands in mine is my frame of reference. the best of you, the worst of you; i choose both. i am only yours, and i will always be yours. i love you.

truth be told, it’s taken me hours to finish this letter. perhaps it’s the nerves, or the anticipation? no matter what it is, my heart is racing as i type all of this down.

usually, words are my forte. i love writing and poetry but for some reason my mind is spinning so fast that i can’t formulate the sentences; there are so many thoughts in my head, but they’re all about you.

about your smile, and laugh, and the way you look so beautiful naturally as you sleep; how you just fit perfectly in my arms, and how we kiss like we have all the time in the world. i see forever with you, stephanie. it’s scary to say so but god- you make me brave. you are worth all the risks.

i really am so in love with you.

i love coming home to you, and falling asleep with you, and waking up with you in my arms. i adore the way you smile, and laugh, and hold my hand. and i can’t get enough of our playful arguments, and all the cuddles in between.

i love you, stephanie. and i’m asking you to be mine, officially; only mine as i am only yours.”

on august 11th, 2016, we had our first movie date! high school musical 3, yes yes? and that was only the beginning of our many movie dates! thank you for singing along with me and letting me hide in your arms whenever i get all sad or scared, hn.

> feel free to redirect yourself! <

on august 13th, 2016, we got ourselves our first pup! i remember not being home with you during the entire adoption process, and the story of how flynn was the only one left still makes me sniffle, but i’m glad we got our second pup together! flynn’s presence not only makes me one of the happiest, because he’s so so adorable hn, but is only a blessing to the both of us, isn’t he? whenever one of us isn’t around for the other, we always have an accountable pup to cheer us up!

- “COME HOME SOON, HE’S BEEN PAWING AT MY CHEST- AND YET SO SHY.” - “ARE YOU TREATING MY BABY WELL.” - “HE’S ALSO MY BABY, HUSH. AND YES, OF COURSE.” - “WHY ARE WE CONSTANTLY ARGUING ABOUT OWNERSHIP.” - “I’M NOT ARGUING. I’M SAYING HE’S OURS.”

on december 8th, 2016, we reached our fourth month together! now, i’d put every monthsary we’ve had here, except, like i always mention, everyday feels like an anniversary with you! the fourth would probably be the one put up here because it’s on december, also the month of our first christmas together! i find it extremely amusing and interesting how you still sound the same whenever you talk to me, despite this being four months ago! just shows how little you’ve changed, right? still the same person i fell for, and am constantly falling for. you were already referring to be as your future wife though, ehe ~*

“you told me that every day feels like a monthsary, that each day is a celebration of this love. and i couldn’t agree more. however, this is a special day! and you always, always deserve the best, my love. on the night we met, i already saw how the moonlight kissed your skin and i had realized clearly, that i am meant to do the same. you are the weirdest person i have ever met and i really love that about you, y’know? you’re SO DORKY. and you’re my dork. i would go on my knees and whisper hymns to your skin, not because you are a holy temple. but because you’re you. i have honestly never felt this secure. my past self was always so doubtful but then i met you and you- you keep me safe. this isn’t much, but i really hope this makes you smile, baby! i still have my christmas gift to you, hehe. to my stephanie, my princess, my mochi bun, my baby (future) wife. happy four months! forever to go.”

on april 8th, 2017, you gave me one of my biggest moments of disbelief and laughter! this day also made me realize just how much and why you enjoy naked cuddles. pfffft. also, it was our 8th monthsary! 8 was always my favorite number, and you’re giving me more reasons to love it. hn. award of the most extra hubby goes to you!

“topic proposal: why steph should let me nuzzle her boobs i. in regards to our eighth monthsary a. to celebrate our eighth month, it is only fitting that you allow me to nuzzle your boobs in the process. b. it complements the cuddles we’ll have tonight, considering that we’ll most likely be: 1. naked as we cuddle 2. more sentimental (because our celebration will heighten our emotions) 3. in a teasing mood ii. to enhance my motivation a. your boobs are divine 1. because of this, being able to nuzzle my face against them will somehow bless me with the capacity to finish all the work i need to do 2. i will worship and adore them, and kiss them as i should. hehe. b. with my motivation enhanced further, this guarantees more overall productivity. iii. how this benefits you as well a. i will do my best in ensuring it is a pleasurable experience for the both of us 1. being aware of how your body reacts to stimula, i will use my hands, lips and tongue to make you feel good 2. if we were to cuddle naked, even more so b. i will be giving you even more kishes in compensation of your permission.”

on may 25th, 2017, the butterflies in my stomach were exercising to their extreme! this is the day i woke up as your girlfriend, and went to sleep as your wife. the day i got to see my beloved in a tux looking as dashing as ever. the day the ring on my finger first settled in. the day it was okay for me to be the center of attention. the day i allowed you to keep staring. the day of many magical moments! thank you for making me the even happier than happiest, my darling. thank you for letting me be the privileged one to receive your beautifully written vows.

“here’s to my stephanie; my best friend, my darling, my princess, the love of my life, my soulmate, my everything, and soon- my wife. where to even begin, really. you often call me a poet, but you’re the one who can make any word sound so beautiful that you leave me speechless.

i remember the first night we met. we started off talking about our similar interests: from greek mythology to oriental food and comic books. it was so mundane yet little did we know that this instant connection we had grew into so much more. suddenly, i couldn’t help but keep thinking of you, but keep talking to you. perhaps it wasn’t love at first sight, but in just one night, i already knew you’d be important to me.

it was scary at first. my past relationships didn’t really end that nicely and things like those leave scars and i honestly was thinking no relationship i’d get in would work out; that it would always end with broken vases and abandon. but you appeared and i can’t describe it but you began to change my mind and my heart little by little. how else can i say it but that, whenever i was going to see you, i felt like i was going home. i’ve never felt as safe and as secure until you entered my life, sweetheart. you show me miracles every single day.

you let me into your heart, and always make me feel loved in return, just as much as i love you. i’ve never had that, and it makes me realize that we must have met at that time in our lives because we were finally ready for the real thing, y’know? that we had to go through all those challenges so we know how to love when the real thing happens. we really are each other’s right person, baby. there is no doubt in my mind, there never has been, when it comes to you.

i promise to take care of you, to always love you and keep you safe. i have once felt like each thing i’d hold would break but you let yourself be vulnerable in my hands, you always trust me and i will always keep this trust. let’s continue building this home together.

i promise to love you when you are happy, and when you are sad. when you are in perfect health, and when you are sick. from this moment until we meet again in another universe, and onwards from then.

i promise to love you even when you don’t feel like you can love yourself. i promise to love you even more when that happens. i will pick up any broken piece and we’ll put it all back together. no love is perfect, but that is why i admire it. people are messy, and love is messy. but it is love that makes us see that it will always be worth it.

you are worth everything, my baby. i cannot give you the world, but i am giving you everything of me. i am all yours, my love. infinitely. i am so very in love with you, and i cannot wait to finally become your husband.”

this may not be what you expected for an anniversary gift, but i thought it would be adorable to remind you of some of the moments of our relationship that makes me really really think about how lucky i got with you! happy anniversary, my love, my best friend, my darling, my sweetest, my soulmate, my husband, my life! here’s to many many more anniversaries ahead of us, yes yes? more shared moments, more christmas’ and halloween’s! new year’s and even valentine’s! you make me look forward towards the future, you always have. we’re slowly accomplishing an idea we talked about almost a year ago about traveling around the world together, and i can’t wait to visit the most beautiful places with the most beautiful person. i love you!

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