#The last line is /hj but I don't think they made you take those in the 1800s

[dissolving-mansion]

Obviously, criticizing Elias for being a capitalist and a corporate CEO is silly because he is neither of those things ('vibes' are not admissible in court) but there is a lot to be said about intellectual elitism and academic gatekeeping. About how this man knows exactly what is wrong with the world and priotises his own wellbeing over that of everyone else. Clearly he never took an ethics in industry class at university.

[retrobr]

Lazytown Shenanigans Pt. 6

Yesterday I completely forgot to write a new post and only remembered to do it now... But we're back, dear people, and this time I'll ramble about only one episode: "The Last SportsCandy."

This time I took a couple of screenshots because one person asked me to do it, so that you understand what I'm talking about in some parts of this post 🙏

Well, let's begin!

"The Last SportsCandy."

The episode started with Robbie searching for Sportacus and wanting to feed him a sugar apple once again. Well, what can I say, the simp is simping as always, good for him /hj

But these dorks weren't the most important part of the episode, since, oh my god, there was something more interesting than that (I'm surprising myself a little by saying that to be honest), because the episode in general really was interesting to watch for me.

Before I get to the most exciting part of the episode, I want to point out that the scene in which Meanswell threw a sack at Stingy and made him shut up brought me a different kind of joy. 😈

Ok well, let's talk about the key part of the episode, finally. I should declare that Robbie is a fucking genius for making a time travel machine. I can't even imagine how he knew the mechanics of time travel and was able to make this idea a reality. And all that time travel concept is SO FREAKING AMAZING in my opinion, because we got to see some more different locations and even new characters once again!!

First of all, I will touch on the topic of the 1950s location. GUYS. THE WAY I GASPED WHEN I SAW THIS.

I ABSOLUTELY LOVE THOSE VIBES OF THE 50-80S' AND THIS SCENE MADE ME SO GIDDY AND HAPPY AND-

AND WAIT WAIT OMG IS THAT A REAL JOHNNY B??? I MEAN THIS GUY'S OUTFIT LOOKS IDENTICAL TO JOHNNY'S AND WELL. I THINK YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN (if that's really him I'm going to cry out of joy, one of my favorite characters got some more screentime 😭)

And I am genuinely interested to know who these guys are. I sat for a long time, racking my head, trying to figure out who these guys were, but I had no idea. Maybe that's some of Lazytown's citizens who used to live there?..

(if they are not some canonical characters, I should make that blonde girl one of my original characters-)

Let's move on to the time when Johnny SportsCandyseed used to live (unfortunately I didn't remember the exact year, my apologies). OH MY GOD I REALLY LOVED THAT ONE AS WELL. I loved the monochromatic image of this time very much

AND GOOD LORD. ROBBIE'S — or, to be more precise, that Robbie version's — OUTFIT. JUST TAKE A LOOK (I also attached a clearer version; it's saved on my phone for some reason, and I don't remember where I found it)

It gives me the Wild West vibes, like really bad. If you guys follow me because of my NatM stuff, you know for sure how much I'm fond of those cowboy and Wild West themes, and Robbie's outfit kinda looks like it.

Also I'm really interested in knowing who this guy on the left is (maybe I'm just stupid and they said who he is in the episode, but I have no idea tbh)

At first I thought they were both some kind of odd version of Robbie and Sportacus (because the guy on the left looks somewhat like Robbie and Johnny's voice sounds very similar to Sportacus' to my hearing), although that's not true lol. I'm just silly

But I should say that Johnny is probably my new favorite Lazytown character. He is such a silly and goofy man, I'm not sure why but I really like him 🥺💜

I think that's all I wanted to say about the time-traveling part. Also I may be mistaken, but Robbie's "Oops, I did it again" line from the song was a reference to Britney Spears' song. You can hit me baby one more time on my head if I'm wrong guys, I don't mind /j

In the final part of this rambling I would like to say that I was so fucking amused at the rescue scene; the way Sportacus dropped Robbie like a sack of potatoes (while he was in a literal sack) CRACKED ME UP, WHAT WAS THAT 😭😭

In general, I quite liked that episode, mostly because of the aforementioned new characters and locations. It was very well done and shown, and because of that I can say that this episode borders on being my favorite 🤓👍

Thank you guys for your attention, as always. Have a good day 💜

[archived-and-moving]

keefe and/or sokeefe <33

oh summer.... sorry you're getting a 1989 song too it's just kind of what they are to me.

hmm let's do my boy Keefe first though!

No Lullaby by SIAMES

What's the meaning when you have a broken home, home, home?

Where's the love when you were left on your own?

So alone.

//

Who said you're on your own?

First mood of Keefe Sencen: get this man some found family right the fuck now. Idk! I think that this song is such a good representation of Keefe's mentality on stuff.

He thinks of himself as broken and unlovable, and pushes the people who care most about him away. He doesn't recognize his achievements and what he's done and who he's around because of the way he's been raised.

He doesn't know how to love or be loved because he believes himself to be alone.

So I think that's why the last line of this song, the 'who said you're on your own?' is so important. He deserves to be loved more than anything.

Just a nice little comfort that he's getting in these later canon books for ya.

Toes by Glass Animals

I'm a man, I'm a twisted fool

My hands are twisted too

//

All I ever want

Is breaking me apart

It's really important to me that we acknowledge that Keefe does have a side to him that's less morally correct. I think he deserves to be selfish and anything that says he isn't fucked up is so wrong.

He's a poor little meow meow and I think he should be unhealthy. That's all. This song's sound captures that so much more than a lot of the lyrics do, but I still think these lyrics do it pretty well. He tries to be mysterious mysterious and he's fucked up and the delivery shows that.

Head Full Of Doubt/Road Full Of Promise by The Avett Brothers

And there was a kid with a head full of doubt

So I'll scream til I die and the last of those bad thoughts are finally out.

//

There's a darkness upon me that's flooded in light

And I'm frightened by those who don't see it

This song is so very special to me, and it goes to Keefe because of how much I project onto him /hj

In reality it's just such a powerful song to me. It's so moving and reflective and that's the way I want Keefe's arc to go. To be able to grow and change and turn around to see how far he's come. He hasn't made it, but he's getting there.

He's alive, and he's loved, and that's what he needs.

Ok! Sokeefe!!

This Love by Taylor Swift

Your kiss, my cheek

I watched you leave

Your smile, my ghost

//

When you're young, you just run

But you come back to what you need

I was going to apologize but no! 1989 by Taylor Swift and Sokeefe give me the same vibes so I will not say sorry. Both the ship and this album are some kind of nostalgia for me. Like driving in a car during summer, all of your worries and regrets vanishing as you try to let everything you've been through wash away.

Sokeefe to me is that heavy feeling you get in August. It's that sweet smile that turns sad, it's watching the sun go down ignoring that it'll come back up again and what comes next. They're taking the moment to laugh instead of to cry. They remind themselves that there is something good and carefree in this world.

Soap by The Oh Hellos

I think that you're worth keeping around

I think that you're worth holding onto

//

It's gonna hurt like hell

But we're gonna be well

I'll give you my best shot

They just! Idk they're joyous and they're so much more than romantic. That's what I love about sophie and keefe. I think they're so much more than a romantic relationship could ever give them. They are best friends and worst enemies and when they look into the mirror they see one another. They counter act each other. They are just. Idk man!

Either way, this song is just so uplifting but also there's something about it. Just reminds me of them.

[hyunjinspark]

hi! I meant to send you my thoughts on the latest chapter but work and then comeback came (phew monster streamers) but I just wanted to say I loved the chapter! I've only read it till the part where they go home cause I can't digest smut but the parts which I've read seemed very dreamlike (and I mean it as a good thing). We finally get a chapter from Hyunjin's point of view!! Firstly, the way he waited for Seungmin to finish his work first cause he knew otherwise Seungmin won't come to the party was so sweet and understanding. I was actually moved by how nice he was to his roommate. And also helping him in his psych project! Best roommate ever in my opinion.

Then about the party, while I was reading it I could feel what hyunjin was going through (which is thanks to your amazing writing) and also how he kept searching for y/n, like how there's this one person he's tethered to and looks for her wherever he goes (also like how introverts stick to their extroverted friends at parties hahaha).

Also we finally got to know the 'Seonghwa's ex' story! Tbh I did not see that one coming. It's great that Seonghwa and Wooyoung would choose their friendship over a crush.

Yeji, dear Yeji. Drunk her is so cool bwahahaha! She noticed hj continuously staring at y/n and her advice was 👌🏼 Some of the lines about Yeji being drunk and draping herself all over Minho made me think Minho doesn't like her as much as she likes him which breaks my heart and I so don't want this to be true. When he offered to take her back home that was when I felt like oh maybe I misinterpreted the previous lines. I would've loved to see Minho being more affectionate and animatedly talking to her while he's drunk too hahaha. Tbh I really wonder what they were talking about. Also Minho clicking crazy selfies! Classic LeeKnow behaviour xD

There was a line where Chan says "hey hey hey" and I was like ayyye that's what Bang Chan does, I could hear his voice when I read that line xD And about Chan's art on the walls? Are those pictures or paintings?

The part where y/n and hj are in the balcony would make anyone swoon. You could feel the way they feel about each other and how warm and charming everything must've been even tho they were drunk. I mean I think some people are more open and romantic when they have a bit of alcohol in their body. That part especially seemed like it came from a dream/movie, where every other sound is drowned out and it's just the two of them in the whole wide world.

Also Han being such an understanding friend for y/n. When he greeted hyunjin, when they were talking about y/n's highschool past. And I'm glad hj's heart dropped when he heard the last part of the highschool story. Boi is finally realising that he does have feelings and is emotionally affected by y/n.

Well, that's all I can think of rn. I know this is a very long ask, but the chapter was a monster chapter and we got so many good things and I had so many thoughts. All in all, I enjoyed reading it!

hellooo, sorry for the late reply, but here we go. thank you for being a streaming monster for our boys, i do my part as well but i can't all the time due to my work 😭

also sorry for the smut ah!!! i know what you mean but i hope you were still able to enjoy the second half of the chapter, excluding the sex scenes.

first, yes hyunjin's pov finally! writing his pov made me honestly so so soft for him, he's such a sweet boy and he's painted to be from a enemy perspective for most of the story. and yes that's what i aimed to show with his interactions with everyone, especially seungmin, how he's not a bad person but just a person yn didn't used to like.

second, yes he's tethered to her , that's such a cute way to say it, but that's what i was hoping to express in the scene at the party. 🥺🥺

third, yes that might have come off that way but minho and yeji have a two way relationship so don't worry about it, as you know minho is a typical 'tsundere' so his character might come off like that sometimes.

chan's art are paintings !

im so happy you loved the balcony scene 😭😭 it was my favorite to write.

thank you for such a lovely review and for taking the time to write every thought, i loved it so much.

[tackyink]

So, uh. It's 3 am and I have come after reading the rest of Anomaly in one sitting. So ideas are not ordered at all

I am tearing uppp ;-; idk where to begin,, just everything was so right aaaa

I really liked Mako's character development and the relationships with other characters :)) Kurama was obvious, but it didn't make it worse in any way, I am very soft for the two. Yusuke is another obvious, but by far my favourite platonic dynamic, more so at the last chapters (I will get onto those in another paragraph) they tease the hell of each other, share hardships and are there for each other in happy moments too,, I really really loved their interactions! As for Hiei, not too much of mushy things (obviously, but I really liked how low-key was their friendship(? acquaintance (?? they are in the middle of the two words, enough to have Hiei on character). The one I didn't expect was the Kuwabara-Makoto friendship? Like, I read how they were awkward in Shiori's wedding (queen) but I feel it was really natural, like when you are at the beginning of a friendship and still don't know how to make conversation,, and the next chapters only enforced that :)) it made me very happy somehow!

As for the girls, I have a lot of things to say! They were so funny in the DT arc and you captured their character so well during and after it, I felt it was impossible for Makoto to stay away completely. I feel that if they were real they would be the type of people who just suck others into their orbit without being overbearing, and they made such a nice mix! Of course with their differences and not too close (like Fumi and Mako, for example!) but just enough to feel good while reading their interactions ♡

About Fumi's decision to swore off men, you go girl it's best choice lmao and for Chizuru, damn jealous

The last two chapters were too much for my poor heart, it was beating like crazy while I was laughing. Chapter 25 is such a Mess™ (plot-like I mean, poor Mako can't have a rest) and it was in tune with the anime/manga Mess™ also accidental marriage proposal + accidental confession? Sign me up. The chapter I enjoyed the most by far and that is saying a lot because there isn't a single chapter I haven't enjoyed. But that sweet scene between Mako and Kurama when he appears in chapter 26 and the proposal to go to Makai together? That made me mush and melt in my bed. Repeatedly. I have not simped so hard for a pairing like them.

Honorable mentions: 1. Mako being petty as hell is my new religion and I shall follow through. The fox plushy. I will never forget. Also, reminding your half-boyfriend he stood you up/making puns about stolen things AND nagging him because he cannot end a fight without needing a hospital? True gf material/j

2. The part when mako went to Kyoto again & the encounter with the fox demon and the will-o-wisp is one of my favorite scenes too. I don't know why, it just is.

3. I live for Doraemon crumbs. I love the cat.

I don't think I have anymore to say for now JAJAJA if I remember anything I will come back, but for now I will go cry into my bed because there isn't more Mako&Kurama-- /hj

Once again, best wishes (>︿<｡)♡

I woke up in the middle of the night, saw this at 4 AM and proceeded to fall unconscious again.

Writing Kurama’s relationship with Mako was fun because there’s this person in a very similar situation to him but with a ridiculous age gap and a totally different outlook on life, and I like that what sparked the whole thing was that both thought that the other was really fucking weird and they wanted to know more. I seriously didn’t know how the thing was going to pan out. I feel like Anomaly wrote itself and the characters held the wheel the whole time. As I said, same applies to Yusuke. I thought Mako would dismiss him as an idiot and he’d avoid her because of her personality, but Yusuke’s such an open person and Mako’s so unused to not being judged that they just. Clicked. (This is canon btw: after Anomaly, Yusuke’s roping Mako into helping with his Spirit Detective-lite cases in exchange for ramen. He did it at first when he was stumped and Kurama wasn’t available, but now he does it whenever he feels like it because he relishes in knowing he has the power to summon her from the mountains. She complains all the time but goes anyway.) I was a little sad that in the end Hiei didn’t show up much in the fic because he didn’t cross paths with Mako many times. I think they have this sort of distant respect for one another and they’re like, this is not the first nor second person I would go to for help, but if shit hits the fan the other’s going to be there and that’s what matters. Hiei’s opinion of Makoto hinged on Kurama’s (“I respect this guy and he seems to respect her”) and Yukina’s (“they get along”) own impression of her. Yes to the observation about her and Kuwabara! They’re still learning how to talk to each other. But they’re trying! Look at them fumbling their way through a social situation!

Makoto was a fool for even thinking she could escape the grasp of the other girls. She’s one of them now, whether she likes it or not, and I like how clear that was when she was all worried about Yusuke possibly dying again and asked Atsuko for a hug, and Atsuko just jumped at the opportunity. This is her kid too. She didn’t know what to do with the first kid, much less a second, but she’s going to take her anyway.

Fumi/Shizuru is the true power couple of the fic and it happens in the background because otherwise they’d take over the story.

I was so unsure about those extra chapters. I’m always afraid to touch Anomaly because I think I finished it the best way possible and I’m terrified of messing it up by adding more to it. I wish I had the drive right now to work on the sequel(s) and other extra chapters I had in mind, but for now and as long I’m lost in the Grand Line, I’m satisfied that you find it satisfying. <3

1. Hey, Kurama’s a little shit, so if he can dish it, he can take it. This is a balanced relationship.

2. I loved writing that part! Everything is told from Makoto’s perspective, but this was purely her part of the story, not Yusuke’s, and it shows in the general feel of the chapter. I don’t know how to say it, but it’s very Mako? She has a way to look at creepy and make it feel natural instead of scary.

3. Look. Mako picks up on other people’s thoughts and feelings, not hers. This cat loves her so much that little Mako got a vision from him before they met, that's why she knew where to find him. He trips her all the time but that's because he's a tsundere. Can’t let her go soft.

Thank you so much for your messages, you’ve made my day again. （*’∀’人）♥ Take care!!

[zuffer-weird-girl]

I know is still early as hell. But when mother's day come around, hopefully, my country will be out of quarentine. And I will be super busy.

So. I noticed that you all like a Chisaki who begrudily shows his emotions. So why not?

Btw, the character might be a bit OOc on this one. Sorry about that and stay safe.

Mother's day...

His chest was enveloped by that tightness and bitter sweet sensation as he watched the outdoors, propagandas, and the worst, kids and other people celebrating on the fucking street with the person who brought them to this disgusting word.

Some had the luxury of having good parents right when born. Those spoiled bastards like the heroes surely didn't know what torture people had been through, more specifically the ones who didn't belonged to that word, the ones abandoned on the darkness... which hero would come to there anyway?

Heck, even in the fucking yakusa some had their parents who didn't treated them like shit.

To say the least. Father and Mother's day... wasn't a very found date of his.

He just had this eyes full of pure pain and not so great nostalgia. Memories of his past coming back like some type of torturous flash... the beating, the yelling... everything.

Pops did his best through the years to make some change of it. But with no success.

He walked past the door of his home, shoulders feeling like he was carrying the world on his back and head throbbing with a headache.

"You're back Kai!" A soft voice brought him back to reality as he merely gave a blank loook at his girlfriend, walling towards him with that smile.

He only nodded at her, not noticing her eyebrows furrowing in worry bit brushing it off as his usual attitude.

"I.. I'm going to go visit my mother for a bit." His heart seemed to sand at that, but his face didn't even twitched "If you want, you can come-"

"No." Simple and short was his answer, no harshness or annoyance on his tone, only... empytiness, lifting his gloved hand up and lowering after it with a sigh "Have a good day, careful when you come back...will you?" He said in a broken and flat tone as he walked past you.

Your worry only grew at seing that he didn't entered his office like usual, but the bedrock instead... you knew what this was all about, yet you couldn't stop over worrying about him..

You sighed as your phone buzzed, your mother worried why you were taking so long as you got out of the house with other plans in your head besides seing your mom...

~

His back rested on the mattress as his hollow gaze was directed at the windows and balcony of his room. Memories haunting him like some type of ghost or even demon that wouldn't just leave him alone.

The disgust on her face every fucking time she would look at him, him being beaten up by his biological father as she looked at her reports or clothes while he cried for her to help him.... after the incident of his father's death, her gaze towards him was absolutely the worst, not only she had that disgust, but at that time it was fear.

Like she was looking at the Devil itself at that time.

Did it cost so much to have one look of her with... care? Heck, no one asked to be born, especially him that by five or eight years of his life the only thing he wanted to was to dissapear.

He took a shuddering breath at remembering those nights where he manage to read books that weren't related about medical advances neither case of diseases... one kid's book he found on the street once and cleaned, it was childish and boring compared to the ones he had read, but he remember how it described the love of a mother towards her child.

He wanted that... was it so difficult? Was it so difficult for her to even spare at glance at him like the book itself described it? Was he so broken and disgusting that he wasn't deserved of a mother's genuine love?

Was it so difficult for her to treat him like her son? He remembered one time where at the age of six, he saw a kid on the hospital crying on their mother for just receiving a injection, seeking comfort on her... and when he came to touch the white overcoat of his own mother to catch her attention, the scowl she gave was enough for him to retreat back and stay on his corner.

He forgot how in his childhood days, he just wanted to know and feel like how it was being loved and what that word meant... he saw many parents hugging their childs and praising them, why he couldn't have that...?

Was something that bad for him to be born?

He stopped his train of thought when the door of his bedroom clicked. For a moment, he could care less at anyone who saw him that way, casual clothes as he had this broken look on his face, he could just order them to get out... but when he saw you with a bad on your hand, his body stiffen immediately.

"What are you doing in here?" I thought you were-" he started with a irritated tone of voice, praying that you didn't noticed his moment of weakness.

"I was. But I told her I would compensate on another day spending with her. I told my mom it was kinda of an 'emergency'." You smiled as you settled the tiny bug on the nightstand and frowned slightly at his his eyes, pink instead of the color white in them, but being the stubborn man he is, even with no one around, he refused to spare a single tear.

He sighed, eyes closing as he layed his head in the matress as he pointed with his palm while his free other glived hand pinched his covered nose.

"What is even this?"

You unwrapped it. One fo Kai's favorite pantries with a bit of berries on it. His sweet tooth was something so endearing for you that it made you smile purely only at him.

"I thought a little picked me up would do you some good." You cooed as he slowly opened one of his eyes and looked at what you brought. Immediately sighing, but still reaching for it.

"This will dirty the bedroom and you are the one cleaning after wards." He mumbled as he stared at the sweet on hjs hand enveloped by a napkin.

"Definitely. But will you complain about that 'I missed a spot' or something later, surely." Yoj let out a giggle but immediate stopped when you saw that you got no reaction of his. Only that he placed the sweet back on the box and returned it to the nightstand.

Ok. Serious. This shit was serious.

You sighed and walked around the bed to sit besides him, back resting on the mattress the same as him, watching him carefully.

Neber on your life you would think that you were gonna be so close yet so far from Chisaki. You were literally touching shoulders legs and shoulders with, and he didn't even scoffed or complain it about it! Yet, his mind was so stuck on whatever bad memory of his right now, that it made quite difficult to reach out for him.

Yet, you were persistent. Going for something that you knew that if anyone did that with him, they would be dead on the spot.

But not only were you brave, you knew he cared and allowed you to do it.

You sighed in hope, reaching out a gentle hand to cup his covered cheek and carresed gently. Earning only a look as if he was questioning you.

But before he could mutter one word, you slid your fingers to his ear and slowly took off his black mask, lips on that strict and straight line as his eyebrows furrowed at your actions, but he did nothing to stop you.

You holded his face gently before touching your lips in both of his cheeks and after his lips... he did nothing to stop you still.

Then you pushed his head to rest on your chest where your heart bumps could echo on his ears. His body once stiff relaxed a bit when he heard that sound which helped him to sleep.

Gentle fingers started to scratch carefully and caress his dark brow looks. The amount of love on your actions almost overwhelmed him if it wasn't for his hollow and numb estate of mind.

The voice of his mother echoed on his head along with your heart beat his jaw tighten as his arms came hesitantly to wrap around your waist.

"I'm sorry. I know you don't like this day, not even a bit." You whispered on his hair as you felt him blinking on your skin "But you wanna know something?... I have one, one only reason to thank that woman..." he arched his eyebrow at that, lifting himself from your chest to look down at you like you had grow not only a second, but a third head along.

Ever since he admitted, opened himself to talk about his past for you, your rage towards those two was almost, if not equal, to his own.

You touched forehead with him as you interlocked your fingers with his. Doing your best to put ever live you had towards this man in every word.

"I only have to thank her despicable existence, for making and bringing you on this world... my knight in shinning armor, my yakusa's boss." You sighed dreamily and pecked his lips once again "My devil."

When you opened your eyes the last thing you were expecting to see was his eyes tightly closed as his shoulders trembled.

You cooed an apology immediately, desperately in making up to him but he just let his face fall to your shoulder as he let out a muffled sob.

"Dammit (Y/n)..!" He whispered as he tried to control his breathing and how his heart was hammering against his chest, your fingers on his back, lips on his temple and sweet words only overwhelmed him in a way he hated, despise it to be.

A moment where all the walls he had built on his years of life complete fell...

You must have notice how he was still trying to hold back by the way you embraced him, whispering things that he swear was the reason for his break down.

"I love you, Chisaki Kai. And I always will... hou already protect me, so let me do the same?"

His face fell from your shoulders to your thighs and stomach, burring himself on them as he gripped in your waist like a life saver as he let out all the tears he needed to shed in his silent crying with only a few sobs here and there.

All the love he didn't know he needed and secretly craved ever since childhood, he was receiving right now as a young adult from his partner... how was that even possible? Him? Receiving such a divine thing from such a beautiful and sweet person like youserlf?

He didn't know for ling he cried in your stomach, opting to bury his face on it to hide his shame of acting like he was a weak midget again... savoring like a starved man at your sweet touches and whispers of love confessions and praises.

Who needed the love love of a project of a mother when he had such a beautiful angel like yourself to care for him?

He didn't count how long he stayed there, but he did remener that it wasn't nighttime when you had come back and entered you guys room.

He sighed shakily as his grip lessen only for a bit, getting half or one inch away from you so he could take a deep breath and come back again.

"She really didn't know what she lost." You suddenly said while carresing his dark brow hair as his embrace tighten "You just are the incarnation of perfection, dammit, how blind and dumb were they?"

He tsked and scoffed in your skin.

"Dramatic..." he spoke with a sore voice, gruffly and hoarse as he heard your giggles.

"I speak only the truth here!"

He slowly got up and locked his arms around your waist as he rested his chin on your shoulder and burried his face in your hair. His mysophobia completely forgotten as he enjoyed the love and care from someone that knew him, respect him.... loved him.

"Aw?" You cooed as you hugged his neck "Someone is in the cuddling mood?" He only scoffed and burried his face on your neck even more "I thought cuddling was, what the words you said again?" You stopped hugging his neck to mockingly poke your chin "Ah! 'Useless and disgusting-"

"Dammit woman, just hug me for once." He growled as he tighten his arms in your waist. His words making your heart melt, feeling all warm and fuzzy inside as your arms returned to his neck.

"I love you." You cooed, nuzzling your face on his own shoulder while he squeezed you tight as his response.

Some time passed with both of you locked in the arms of each other, the two of you agreeing to at least lay down until you remembered that you were still on casual clothes not sleeping ones.

Although when you tried to move he only grunted and tighten his embrace over you, face resting on the top of your head.

"Kai I have to change."

"... just five minutes and you go." He whispered lowly in the top of your head, sending shivers even to the tips of your toes.

You forgotten thhat once Kai was in this mood he bargained and refused to let you go. And him being almost in the verge of sleep no less? You were stuck. Amd you couldn't be more happy with that.

At least you brought peace to him on a day where his last came to haunt him.

[sicklylittlesnowflake]

Ehi!! I just read your les mis fic and it's really amazing!!!Ｏ(≧∇≦)Ｏ I was wondering if you could write one with the Sickie scenario you reblogged with A being enj, B being R and C... I don't know actually... Ferre maybe?

(Okay so here’s the thing: I don’t know what I reblogged. I have a very vague memory of it which I’m certain is right for the most part but I may have missed out some of the detail on the scenario so apologies for that! I’ve said this before but I love writing les mis!! Also sorry if my translations are off! Not native French speaker!)

TRANSLATIONS:

J'ai mal a la tête-my head hurtsJ'ai froid Grantaire- I’m cold, GrantaireJ'ai sommeil- I’m sleepyQuest ce qu'il fait faire ? -What should I do? Je suis desolee- I’m sorryA tés souhaits- Bless youJe ne me sens pas biens- I don’t feel wellPrenons ta temperature, oui? -Let me take your temperature, yes?Tu as l'aire malade, Enjolras- You look sick, EnjolrasRestez au lit, oui?- Stay in bed, yes?Ou est Grantaire? -Where is Grantaire?

Grantaire knows Enjolras well.

He’s spent a long time watching him move, analysing every little thing about him, and he’d fall in love a little more each day. And ever since Grantaire realised that his love was returned, he could only fall deeper in love.

He’d fall in love with Enjolras’s hair in the morning, how soft and perfectly messy it was. He’d fall in love with the look of his sleeping face, so calm, so beautifully natural. He’d fall in love with the way he’d constantly tap his fingers on surfaces to cope, and the little noises it would make. He’d even fall in love with the little stutter and shake to his voice, and even how clammy his hands got when he was anxious. Which was a lot of the time.

But these things no matter how imperfect made Enjolras.

And Grantaire loved Enjolras.

He loved him and all his little quirks. He’d memorised them; a little cheat sheet permanently installed into his head. Grantaire knew when Enjolras was getting sick.

He knew when he came home and his jacket pockets would be stuffed with tissues. He knew when the very tip of his nose would be slightly pink and slightly dry. He knew when Enjolras wore old  hoodies for days in a row. He knew when Enjolras sneezed slightly louder, a little more powerful.

Enjolras pitched forward with a forceful sneeze that doubled him over, but managed to catch wth his sleeve. The sound was obviously strained, but not too successfully, like he had been trying to muffle the sound but had failed to do so.

Grantaire frowned and put down his paintbrush, sighing. It had been the 6th time in the past half hour, and he needed to draw the line. He approached him quietly, gently putting his hands on Enjolras’s shoulders and softly massaging them.

“Bless you, baby,” Grantaire whispered.

Enjolras jumped slightly, face still buried in his sleeve. After he pitched forward with another sneeze he cleared his throat and smiled at him wearily.

“Thank you,” Enjolras said.

Grantaire rested his chin on Enjolras head as he lovingly embraced him, “E, baby, I think you’re coming down with something.”

Enjolras cleared his throat and shook his head weakly, “I’m fine, R, I promise. Just a little tired.”

Grantaire frowned, “I don’t like you working like this. You’re worrying me, come to bed?”

Enjolras offered him a sympathetic smile, “I love that you care for me so much, but I am honestly fine, ‘Taire.”

There was nothing he could do to convince him.

Enjolras sighed, “Here, let me just finish this point here then I’ll come to bed, okay?”

Grantaire sighed and gave him and a sad little smile, whispering a soft little goodnight as he left a little kiss against Enjolras’s nose. He left shortly after towards the bedroom, but couldn’t quite get rid of the anxiety building in his chest once he heard the harsh and chesty cough that came out of his boyfriend.

Enjolras didn’t come into bed until many hours later, and as much as that worried him all Grantaire could think about was the oh so good warmth against his body filling him with love.

They could figure this out when the morning came.

Enjolras was gone by the time Grantaire woke up.

He’d left a note like he usually did, of course, because Enjolras was a sweetheart. However what Grantaire did notice was that Enjolras appeared to be quite late, probably from exhaustion and oversleeping,  given the fact his pyjamas were on the floor rather than in the hamper, the coat rack and the shoe pile was slightly messed up, and how there was no empty bowl of cereal left at the sink.

Grantaire frowned, unhappy that Enjolras had left the house sick and without anything in him. He shot a quick text to Marius telling him that Enjolras was sick and had no food in him. Grantaire sighed, feeling a little unsettled in his stomach and feeling a little anxious for his boyfriend. But he couldn’t waste the day worrying needlessly, Enjolras was strong and capable, he wasn’t going to die.

Grantaire just sucked it up and began to work on his art project. He lost himself in his skilful pain strokes and the beautiful colours that popped and complimented each other wonderously. He lost him in his art, each stroke of his brush calculated yet loose and free.

He was so lost in his art he had lost his concept of time, and his concept of his senses because he didn’t hear his phone ring or see it light up.

Grantaire finally checked on his phone at around quarter to four, and when he saw the text on his phone his heart sank.

Marius: E really is not doing good and he’s been sneezing and coughing so much so I’m trying to force him home (1:56)

Marius: Ok so I got him to go home and I really wish I could give him a lift or come with him but I’ve got a test and I feel awful but at least he’s coming home to ur loving arms!! :-) (2:48)

Grantaire looked over at the window and his heart sank deeper as he realised how hard it was raining.

He let go of a breath he hadn’t realised he had been holding and let out a series of rapid shaky breaths out of anxiety. He felt his heart begin to speed up and his blood run cold, as he scrambled to try and unlock his phone and try to contact him.

“Dammit, dammit, dammit!” Grantaire hissed, flustered, as he kept failing to unlock his phone. To him, every second wasted was him getting closer and closer to losing Enjolras.

Until he heard the relieving sound of keys being yanked into the keyhole, twisting and the door softly being pushed open.

“Oh my god,” Grantaire said in relief, a heavy weight lifted off his shoulders.

Enjolras came shuffling in, like a ghost, completely drenched and his clothes sticking to his skin. He looked the epitome of miserable, and every inch of Grantaire wanted to leap on him and make him warm and make him better again. He couldn’t handle seeing someone who was made of sunlight and moon dust so stifled.

“Hey,” Enjolras said weakly, his voice cracking and hoarse. He managed a weary, feverish smile before he was tilting slightly, then collapsing.

Grantaire rushed to his side and caught him before he fell, “Oh my god, E!”

He put the back of his hand against his cheek, “You’re burning up! Oh fuck, I gotta get Ferre..”

“J'ai mal à la tête..” Enjolras murmured into Grantaire’s sweater.

Grantaire froze. Fear seeped into his bones, his hands beginning to shake slightly in fear of his boyfriend. He loved him too much, and he wished he could take any pain away from him. Enjolras didn’t deserve it.

“J'ai froid, Grantaire…” Enjolras whimpered.

“U-uh, q-quest c-ce qu'il fait faire?” Grantaire asked nervously, beginning to panic. He wished he knew a bit more French.

“O-okay, lets get you out of those clothes and I’ll call Ferre, okay?”

Enjolras nodded tiredly as Grantaire tried to lead him over to the en suite bathroom. Grantaire passed him a towel to dry off on, and left him briefly to carefully select an old but well loved, royal blue sweater from Enjolras’s old high school and a warm, thick pair of jogging bottoms.

“Here, ‘Jolras, sweetie, you need to get changed..”

“J'ai sommeil..” Enjolras whined weakly.

Grantaire heart was aching, desperately wanting to kiss it all better, “I know, love, I know. You can go to bed soon, I promise, but you need to get changed..”

Enjolras nodded finally, until he was taken over by an intense coughing fit that had him doubling over. His entire frame racked with the awfully chesty coughs, face scrunched in pain as he continued to cough. His muscles contracted as he did so, a wheezy breath ringing out as he inhaled and then fell back into the tortuous cycle.

Grantaire rubbed his back soothingly, frowning as he helped Enjolras to remove his wet clothing and donn the newer, soft ones. Enjolras picked up the sweater before his breath started to hitch and his red nose twitched, and he was being taken over by a monstrous sneeze sprayed all over the sweater.

Enjolras sniffled weakly, rubbing at his irritated nose, “Je suis desolée..”

Grantaire smiled warmly and leaned in to kiss Enjolras on the nose, “A tès souhaits.”

Enjolras’s breath caught again and he sneezed violently to the side, the force of the sneeze clearly taking a lot out of him. Just as his eyes began to open, his eyes began to water again and he exhaled deeply to prepare himself for his third sneeze, which was even more desperate and ticklish than the last one.

Grantaire frowned and lead Enjolras back to their bed, tucking him in. It was then when Grantaire noticed how much he was shaking.

“Je ne me sens pas bien,” Enjolras whimpered weakly. He sounded so miserable it broke Grantaire’s heart, and it pained him how horrible Enjolras was feeling.

“I know baby,” Grantaire choked out before whipping out his phone and dialling for Combeferre, watching Enjolras toss and turn in a restless, feverish sleep as he waited for Combeferre to pick up.

“'Taire?”

“Oh thank god, Ferre!” Grantaire exclaimed, but still trying to keep his volume down for his sick boyfriend’s sake.

“What’s wrong?”

“It’s Enjolras! He’s burning up so bad and hjs cough sounds awful and he’s sneezing and he’s speaking French for fucks sake Ferre my French isn’t the greatest and he’s so delirious and I’m so scared and I–”

“R, man, calm down. It’s okay. You’re okay. He’s okay. I promise you everything will be okay, deep breaths, alright? I’ll be there in about 15, just try and take his temperature and stay by his side, alright?” Combeferre reassured gently.

“O-okay,” Grantaire stuttered as he put down and reached for the thermometer inside one of their drawers, opting for the ear one and approaching Enjolras.

“Prenons ta temperature, oui?” Grantaire whispered shakily as he gently inserted the thermometer into Enjolras ear. He waited anxiously for the click and his heart dropped when he saw what it was. He just hoped Combeferre would be here soon.

“Oh, thank god you’re here!” Grantaire exclaimed with relief, his voice shaky from worry.

Combeferre shot him a sympathetic smile, “Awh, R..Here, give me a hug, you look worried sick..”

Grantaire nodded weakly and collapsed into the hug, letting out shaky inhales and exhales. Combeferre rubbed his back comfortingly and gave him a smile.

“Now where’s the little shit?”

“In the bedroom,” Grantaire giggled.

Combeferre shuffled over to their shared bedroom, and frowned upon the sight of his sick best friend.

“Awh, no..what’s his temp?”

“103 on the dot,” Grantaire frowned.

“Go get him a cold towel, okay?” Combeferre asked softly, to which Grantaire quickly obliged. Once he left Combeferre let out a heavy sigh and shifted to position himself closer to the sick boy. He hissed a little at the raging fever.

“Jesus, E..What have you done now?” Combeferre said exasperatedly, loosely playing with his blonde locks.

Suddenly Enjolras’s face contorted into a pre sneeze expression and he quickly turned his head to the side and released three monstrous and sickly sounding sneezes that left him breathless and chest heaving for air. He looked around blearily through watery eyes and jumped very slightly when he recognised him.

Combeferre offered him a sympathetic smile, “Tu as l'air malade, mon ami.”

Enjolras nodded weakly, pawing at his nose, “Oui, je ne me sens pas biens..”

His eyes suddenly watered with tears, highly emotional from the fever that flushed his face a deep pink colour. “Ou est Grantaire?” Enjolras whimpered.

Grantaire returned with the cold towel, eyes widening upon recognising that Enjolras was now awake. He quickly ran over to him and jumped onto the bed to cuddle Enjolras into his arms.

“Jesus, Enjolras..you scared me so much..god, I love you so so much,” Grantaire whispered lovingly, pressing soft little kisses against his smooth skin.

“Je suis desolée, je t'aime..” Enjolras said feverishly, melting into Grantaire’s embrace. He pushed away, begin to cough violently into the crook of his arm.

Combeferre gave them both a sweet smile, “Now, E, you don’t want Grantaire all sad and worried, do you? You have to get better soon for him, okay? We’ll help you. Restez au lit, hm? We love you very much.”

Enjolras nodded obediently, which was slightly worrying that he wasn’t being a stubborn prick, showing the fact he truly had a bad fever. But he would be okay. He had two loving people by his side.

He had a friend and a boyfriend who would catch his sneezes and bless him after he sneezed,  who would rub his back whenever he coughed, bring down his temperature and cuddled him until he felt a little better. They would be there.

And they were, and slowly he did get a little better.

Enjolras’s theory was proven right because Combeferre and Grantaire were there for him. The past few days they’d take of him, and it had been a past few days filled with constant back rubbing and blessings. Sometimes Courfeyrac and Marius would pop up with soup or ice cream or simply to crack a joke. He’d felt extremely miserable, but now he’d felt a little less miserable. He still felt a little sick, but well enough that he was eager to get back to work, but that was strictly prohibited.

Grantaire on the other hand had also been miserable. He could barely sleep worried out of his mind for Enjolras. It’s not like the guy hasn’t been sick before, in fact he got sick more often than the average percentage, but something about the delirious French and him completely not noticing the lashing rain had set him off. Grantaire had been beyond stressed, and the same way Enjolras got his illness to begin with, he had taken ill by his stress.

It wasn’t too bad, he’d feel a little fever coming on, and he did feel a little stuffy. And apparently Enjolras was slightly more observant than he was because it took no time for him to notice.

The exhaustion had been far too much for him. Grantaire could feel it in his bones, seeping into them and he needed to get away from everything me take a breather. He’d left a movie for Enjolras in their bedroom, leaving in the guise of doing some painting, but ended up falling asleep on the couch.

He’d woken up some time later to a hand lovingly combing through his hair, and the sound of sweet and melodic humming. Enjolras looked down and a soft smile spread across his lips, leaning down to press a kiss against his hair.

“Hey,” He whispered.

“Hi,” Grantaire whispered back fondly.

“You’ve been a little quiet today, sweets,” Enjolras said worriedly, sitting next to Grantaire on the couch.

“Wow, you’re speaking English again?” Grantaire teased playfully.

“Oh, shut up,” Enjolras giggled, “but seriously, what’s up?”

Grantaire didn’t even have time to respond before Enjolras’s eyes were widening, and hand rushing towards his forehead.

“Oh, fuck,” Enjolras sputtered nervously, his breathing picking up a little.

“Oh no, I’m so sorry,” Enjolras whimpered, a little teary, “How long? I didn’t even fucking notice you were so caught up trying to take care of me and now you’re sick and I did this to you I’m so so–”

“Enjolras!” Grantaire called out, forcing himself to sit up, cupping his lover’s trembling face in his hands.

“Stop it, it’s okay, I’m okay,” Grantaire rasped out, “There’s nothing to be worried about.”

Enjolras let out a series of shaky breaths and tried to regain his composure, nodding weakly, “P-please, a-at least let me t-take care of you.”

Grantaire offered him a loving smile, “Okay, you can start by handing me those tissues.”

Enjolras managed a little giggle and reached for the tissues situated on their coffee table, handing them over to his boyfriend, allowing him to pluck one out. Grantaire steepled the tissue over his face and blew his nose, the loud noise making the most unattractive sound he had ever heard.

Grantaire cringed at the wet, soggy sounding sound that sounded a mix of a trumpet horn and a deflating balloon and went slightly red at that. He drew away the tissue and caught sight of Enjolras’s face, who’s face was a deep pink, lips pressed together tightly. His shoulders started to shake slightly.

“What?” Grantaire asked, a little bit of a giggle punctuating his sentence.

Enjolras burst into laughter, a kind of harmonious and laughter that was so bright and crisp it sent a little shiver down Grantaire’s spine. He couldn’t help the wife smile that brushed over his face.

“Sorry! I don’t mean to laugh, it’s just–” Enjolras couldn’t help but fall back into his little laughing fit, his entire frame shaking as he continued to laugh. Grantaire thought it was a good look on him.

“What? This?” Grantaire chuckled, blowing his nose again which sent Enjolras into hysterics again. He spent a good minute in his hiccupy giggles, he looked so cute that Grantaire just wanted to devour him.

Enjolras could barely breathe, “Fuck! I can’t–hahaha-breathe!”

Enjolras started to laugh at this ridiculous situation, until his laughs began to become punctuated with little coughs.

“Okay now, lets calm down,” Grantaire giggled, cupping Enjolras’s face and nuzzling his nose with his boyfriends fondly. They sat there like that, gazing.

“God, you’re adorable,” Grantaire whispered in a husky whisper.

“You’re funny,” Enjolras giggled as he ran his hands through Grantaire’s dark curls lovingly.

Grantaire pushed Enjolras away to cough a few dry coughs into his sleeve, causing Enjolras to frown.

“Here, let me get you some medicine..” Enjolras started, pushing himself off of the couch and retreating into the kitchen.

Grantaire let out a fond chuckle, stretching out against the couch and letting out a quick sneeze. He yawned, feeling sick but content. He had a boyfriend who was adorable and loved him so much, and seeing Enjolras laugh was so revitalising and so fresh. It was a good day.

Enjolras came hopping back with a packet of pills and a glass of water, a bright and wide smile on his face.

“I’ve got you some medicine!” Enjolras grinned, before his face scrunched up and he burst into a harsh sneeze that toppled him over a little so some water splashed over the edge and spilled onto the ground.

“Oops,” Enjolras said.

Grantaire burst into laughter and opened up his arms, “For fuck’s sake, come over here and give me a hug you piece of shit!”

Enjolras couldn’t help the fond smile as he rushed over and settled the items onto the coffee table, then proceeded to jump into Grantaire’s arms and cuddled him. He pressed soft little kisses all over him, each filled with love.

“I love you,” Enjolras whispered lovingly.

“I love you,” Grantaire rasped out before snuggling against Enjolras’s side, as tiredness suddenly began to sink into his body. His warmth was so pleasant and sleep seemed to be calling for him.

“You’re going to be okay, 'Taire. I’ll take care of you. Get some rest, I’ll be right by your side,” Enjolras whispered fondly. Grantaire could only nod in response weakly, basking in his warmth.

Grantaire knew Enjolras pretty well.

He knew that sparkle in his blue eyes, like light on a sunny day, whenever he looked at something he loved. That gaze would often be for him, and it never ceased to amaze him. He knew that warmth against his body whenever he was cuddled.

He knew that kindness and love in Enjolras’s heart and as long as he was here Grantaire knew he was going to be alright.

[jacquelineshyde]

Yes! Your tag is perfect

That’sactually difficult for me because I haven’t truly read much fics, since I havetrust issues. But I can recommend you fics in which Jackie is wellcharacterized. Like,

Out of the Flames by MistyMountainHop

Summary: A life-consuming fire connects Jackie and Eric in unforeseen ways, but it also creates a blazing wall between them. Eight years later, Jackie braves the flames and ends up on Eric’s doorstep, but will her arrival heal their burns or incinerate them both to ashes?

Comment: I see you are EJ shipper, so I put this one in the first place. You may like it more than the others I mention here. Jackie has grown up a lot in this story. She has something that has hurt her to no end, but she has also found the way to be happy again. Is a great Jackie moves on story.

20 Questions by ShanghaiLily 

Summary: Just after New Year’s day in 1980, Jackie Burkhart decides to disappear fromthe basement to save her sanity. When Xmas rolls around and the Formans begJackie to attend their party, she ends up involved in an elaborate game of 20Questions with Hyde that could change both of their lives. T-rated w/ some Mchapters. Story is COMPLETE! This one’s for the Zennies who hate Season 8!

Comment:This fic is something. It was one of the first t70s fics I read and also thefirst one I actually loved. It isn’t perfect, but Jackie’s roll in it isbrilliant and important. She doesn’t let anyone, especially Hyde, step on heranymore. It’s amazing to see a Jackie like the one ShanghaiLily writes mosttimes.

Shade by MistyMountainHop 

Summary: Hyde finds himself homeless on a night where Jackie is without parents. Thegift he gave her last Christmas draws him to her, but his attachment lingerspast that rainy first night, grows through countless experiences, and leads himacross state lines. Their relationship is a high-stakes gamble, but Jackie mayfold before Hyde can show all his cards.

Comment:Author MistyMountainHop has a gorgeous writing and understanding of thecharacters, so her Jackie is always one that works perfectly for her stories.In this one in particular, we got a very strong Jackie who gets what she wantsand grows from her mistakes. This is also one of the cutest fanfics ever, sobelieve me when I say… read it.

53Minutes, 12 Seconds by MistyMountainHop 

Summary: Jackiedefies a thunderstorm and her past to experience a major first with Hyde.

Comment:One of the best first time fanfics I’ve read for the fandom, and also a good view of howJackie feels about physical affection and love making. The author gives Jackiea strong narrative voice and the insight of her character is pretty good.

The Morning After by ShanghaiLily 

Summary: A multi-chaptersequel/companion piece to the one-shot, Resolutions, which you may want to readfirst.Jackie goes to Las Vegas for Fez’s wedding, drinks a little too much, andthen wakes up in married to the last person she ever thought would commit toher. This is what happens the morning after.

Comment:Again, we met a very strong Jackie who is no longer naive nor blind by love.Her feelings are as strong as ever, but she doesn’t let them control her andshe wants her life back, she doesn’t want the fairy tale anymore because shehas understood the only way to be happy is if she is alright and if her partneractually wants her. This is, in fact, my favorite characterization of Jackie byShanghaiLily.

Made Bare by MistyMountainHop

Summary: A heartbroken Hyde considers his relationship with Jackie kaput. Too bad Jackie sees it differently. She intends to get a proper resolution with him, but breaking through his hostility—and getting past his wife—may well prove impossible.

Comment: I love fanfics in which s8!Hyde gets an explanation and foot in the ass, and this is one of my favorites. It starts with Jackie’s POV and her insight is glorious. The way things work out between her and Hyde is not manipulated to be pure romance, it’s an actual experience for both of them. I love this fic.

Strange Brew by ShanghaiLily

Summary: Just a naughty little one-shot taking place sometime after Jackie Bags Hyde and before she reunites with Kelso. Jackie goes to a Lynyrd Skynyrd concert on a date but goes home with somebody entirely different. Sexy but not quite over the line into smutty M territory.

Comment: This is the first t70s fanfic I read, a damn beauty. Jackie is portrayed as someone who knows what she wants but is still growing up. It’s great for her character and for the HJ feels. And the sexy too.

She’s the Devil by starfalls

Summary: It’s Halloween 1980, and the gang takes an ill-fated trip to a party that leads to some major revelations between Jackie and Hyde.

Comment: Jackie is clever and sexy as fuck in this fic. I’m not a big fan of the Hyde of this fic, but it’s a very fun experience to read. Not to mention, seeing Jackie get what she wants, when and how she wants it, is always amazing.

Thunderstruck by bubblewrapstargirl

Summary: Jackie receives an invitation, and it makes her think about her life with Steven, and how far they have come since those days in the Formans’ basement.

Comment: This is about adult!Jackie and… you’ll see when you read. It’s a great lecture, to see her all grown up and so.