#long overdue but hey

[purenonsens]

Hands up everyone who thought about this after watching season 2

[royalarchivist]

Quackity: Lately, I have been participating in events and projects, and unfortunately it's become clear to me that my presence and name have only been used to attract the attention of my national and international community with the objective, as I see it, of generating more attention towards controversies - destructive controversies, and a rupture that is very clear in the community. [...] In advance, I ask the organizers of any type of events and projects like this to please show more respect to me and my community, because I've shown lots of sympathy and cooperation in these various projects and events, but it's become clear to me that their only interest is in using my name. My name and my community have been used to attract all this attention for distorted purposes, and I will no longer allow that to happen. That is not what my content is about - not me nor my content nor anything I’ve done.

Here's Quackity's commentary on respect and his reasoning for distancing himself and his projects from future events and awards shows.

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Quackity: Before I leave, I would like to talk about something that is very serious for me and something that I would like to tell you about. Because for me it is a very serious topic and it is a topic that- well, I had my mind on and I want to express it- [reading Chat] yes, thank you. Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas.

Anyways, lately I have been participating in events and projects, and in these events and projects, unfortunately it's become clear to me that my presence and name have only been used to attract the attention of my national and international community with the objective, as I see it, of generating more attention towards controversies - destructive controversies, and a rupture that is very clear in the community, and this is what I want to say: I'm NOT ok with these types of dynamics or stuff like this, and I want to make it very clear to my stream, my community, and everyone that, for this exact reason that I just mentioned, I want to make it clear that I want to distance myself and any of my projects from the Esland Awards, which you all know is coming up.

Sadly, the Esland Awards have been an event with a history of much controversy, a lot of division, and a lot of divisions within the community, and as you guys know, as you know, my content has never been characterized by seeking controversy or divisions or anything like that. It's for this exact reason that I don't want to be involved with these awards.

In advance, I ask the organizers of any type of events and projects like this to please show more respect to me and my community, because I've shown lots of sympathy and cooperation in these various projects and events, but it's become clear to me that their only interest is in using my name. My name and my community have been used to attract all this attention for distorted purposes, and I will no longer allow that to happen. I don't want it to happen. That is not what my content is about - not me nor my content nor anything I've done. That's what I want to make very clear here.

That's about it. I'm going to continue with the projects I'm doing and I want to thank my community so much for the support and love. I appreciate it very much, but I wanted to make this clear - I wanted to make this clear. This is just a topic I wanted to address quickly.

Thank you for all the love and support, I love you all so much.

[chiropteracupola]

christopher paolini has written another 700-page tome and I have been slingshotted directly back to high-school-era inheritance brainrot. ....voilá, murtagh sketchpage.

[redstrewn]

If leander "good" end is him dying (breaking free from his fucked up cycle), then imagining MC having to mourn and live on without him

[colossal-red]

Where I've been

Okay, so this post is probably long overdue.

But, better late than never hehe...

So, ayup y'all, I'm Red, Colossal Red, if you remember...

As of recent, I've taken a step back from my writing, and my blog here simultaneously.

I always promised myself that when I found the time and motivation, I'd write.

But... I need to face the facts, there's simply too much going on with me.

As of now, I am officially going on my first ever...

✨Hiatus✨

What are the specifics? I'm not gonna put every little thing here, but I will say that... falling in love tends to take up a lot of your time XD

I hope y'all will understand why I'm peacing out, the good news though is that this isn't indefinite.

As long as I still have some desire to come back here, I'll always have the potential to end this hiatus =w=

I do apologize for not completing even just one of my AU's...

SRBF, TIT, The Mark... TinyHunt especially...

Maybe someone'll make their own au based off of them, dunno if I have enough writers in my followers for someone to do that though hehe...

Welp, I've spent enough time writing this, I've been putting this off for a while you see hehe...

It is time for me to, as Wilby Scoot said in Technoblade's Gravity mod video, to bid y'all, the fondest of the dues.

Tips my metaphorical hat to whoever cares enough to read this, and leaves through an exit door... not knowing when I'll come back through it.

I'd peek my head in just one more time.

By the way, I might still reblog things when I have time... thanks for reading my stories, see ya next time- :D

And with that... I'm gone like a drop of soda spilled from an overflowing cup.

[ducktracy]

i am NOT the type to normally ask this (and if anything i make a poignant effort to AVOID looking at numbers!) but has anyone also been rapidly losing followers? i’m mainly just curious to know because i lost like 70 in the span of a few days which. amuses me more than not because i’m not really active enough to justify that. unless there’s some sort of scandalous callout post about me circulating calling me out for cartoon crimes and i’m actually included on a very notorious hit list that everyone in the world is in on except for me. in that case, HOORAY! but I Am Curious. that is all 🫡

[ravelights]

Just a warning, I've gotten back into Star Wars bullshit again so I'm probably going to be posting stuff about that for the foreseeable future.

[suddenlytennant]

How is your trip so far 👀👀🙇🏻

It's been great so far aside from the blisters and sunburn I got after being here for less than 12 hours, but it was worth it!

[uglyseasonmp3]

gayangelsmp3 -> lovers-spitmp3 ❤️‍🔥

[evendrierguys]

you know you've truly become an adult when you get an update on some Adult Matter so infuriating all you want to do is go home early and scream about it. which is exactly what i just did

[tres-fidelis]

On the empty desk where Kang works, there are unwritten reports and equipment, but there is something that stands out the most is an envelope and a small box wrapped in a bow. Inside the letter reads 'Hey Jay, Sorry just been busy this year then usual and having no time to join any parties and the coffee talks. Just want to say happy brithday and I want to I hope you have a good birthday. We can figure out where to go out, probably more then the usual cafe. I know a place that has pretty damn good ramen. My treat of course. Lov Kang Cho' Inside the box is actually a new and improved communication watch and surprisingly has plenty new apps and some weight from getting damaged. There are some apps that he added, some personal touches. It's quite a shame that he isn't here for his friend's birthday.

Celebrations abounded, so much even several staff from the lower levels joined in and partook in the delicious buffet. Several cards and even gift bags littered Jayden's desk, tissue paper askew across her keyboard or crumpled on the floor below. Yet the reporter was nowhere in sight. Obviously, she made small talk among her co-workers as they wished her a merry day, but breaks were needed.

Social breaks, for sure. Too many people all crowded around in one section sapped her energy faster than usual.

A few desks down stood the birthday girl, one hand holding a steamy cup of coffee while the other kept a second slice of cake neatly on a plate. Eating too many sweets wasn't so much a concern, more-so an encouraged action. After all, birthdays came around once a year. Treat yourself, like others proclaimed. Although Jayden felt the comfort warmth of inclusion and attention, something was...missing.

The tech department, the news anchors and camera operators, her boss, all the field crews...

...but her best friend. Her workplace best friend.

Kang preferred small circles of friends compared to the large gathering just around the corner, but she knew Hoshi or Toby or...even herself, would have dragged him to join the festivities. Not necessarily for talking, but having his presence there. Knowing he, also, cared about Jayden too. A heavy sigh passed through pursed lips, eyes wandering the empty desks around here until mismatched irises fell upon his.

Kang's desk.

Jayden took note of the items laying on top of his own files, particularly a small envelope with her name written in black ink. If it's addressed to her, there'd be no harm taking it now...though she'd love having him here for his reaction. The note was sweet, crudely written but legible to make out Kang's sincere wishes. An apology for his busier schedule, an invitation for a one-on-one celebration, and of course, his best regards. Jayden always trusted Kang. Outside of their usual working chitter, she found great enjoyment through his company. A true friend, and a true human friend at that.

...one she deeply hurt. One in need of an apology. One she craved to see, face to face, or to see the small smile he gave so rarely.

She slipped the card in the envelope, then tucked it beneath her arm. If that card was meant for her, the small wrapped box must be part of it as well. Carefully, Jayden pulled the two ribboned-ends in opposite directions, sliding the small lid off to peer inside.

It's....new..

A brand new watch, fit just for her use. The sheen alone gave off a reflective brilliance, the face feeling so smooth across her fingertips, and the wrist strap held comfortably on her wrist. She jostled her hand a few times for testing purposes, and with little to no movement meant Kang designed this upgrade with Jayden, specifically in mind. It was beautiful, even though she left it powered down. Fiddling with it needed to wait until she got home, but even so...the reporter couldn't wait to wear it. She clasped the device in both hands, holding firmly but not too tight to cause any damage.

But to hold it close, near her heart, and let Kang know wherever he was...she loved it.

[marcirose]

Intro

Hi, I'm Marci! I make a lot of Kingdom Hearts edits, I do a bunch of writing on the side, and I have way too much to say about my interests.

While I mainly talk about Kingdom Hearts, I talk about other things such as Vocaloid, Final Fantasy, My Hero Academia, and other things. That's also 90% of my writing and brainrot.

Just to get it out of the way, my main ships are soriku, zakkura, and miritama, but I'll also talk about other ships I enjoy as well.

I'm also hoping to get back in the groove of doing MMD because it's been such a while. Hope y'all enjoy your stay!

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/users/MarcelinaRose

Fic Samples:

"His skateboard was tucked under his arm as Reki turned around to face the almost empty sidewalk behind him. There were a few people out and about, and none of them paid him any mind. No one gave him a passing glance as they stepped across the street or headed into a convenience store. It was quiet. Eerily quiet. But someone was watching him; Reki knew that for sure.

He thought it would be best to return home as soon as he could. Something told him to hurry, to not stop to get a snack for S, to not even think about going to S tonight. Something told him to go straight home and stay there."

-Loving Deception (Sk8 the Infinity)

"Izuku kept his head down as they danced across the floor with other couples and pairs surrounding them. Fortunately, Prince Shoto wasn’t going to force him to meet his gaze. It was already humiliating enough to be twirled around by the goddamn enemy of all people, in a room that used to have gold, white, and blue adorning the walls, now replaced with an ugly red and black color scheme in the few days after the fall of the castle. Izuku hated every second of it. He wished it was a bad dream that he wanted to wake up from.

“You’re quite good at this.”

Ah. The bastard was trying to make conversation."

-Surviving the Flames (My Hero Academia)

"Cloud was at the end of the hall, right past Denzel’s room. Zack had a hand on the doorknob and paused, dread settling in his gut once again. He knew Cloud was fine —hell he had to be after being stabbed a dozen times by Sephiroth in their final battle. He had seen Cloud earlier that day when he put the kids to bed, he saw Cloud off to bed when he was helping Tifa at the bar. Cloud was fine. Cloud was safe.

So why were his thoughts betraying him?"

-Unpleasantries in Dreams (Final Fantasy VII)

[fa11en-ang3l]

an introduction

hi hello welcome! you can call me sofi, pronouns she/her ♡

this is my only blog :3 ie get ready for my odd assortment of words, academia aesthetic, and fandom-related stuff (that i only sometimes remember to sort by tags, heh)

some stuff about me

i love writing! usually it’s fanfic or poetry. also i love it when people write to me with prompts/ideas for fic, and i’ll almost always have a crack at writing it

probably listening to music :)

i adore getting lost in books, befriending animals, and finding beautiful imperfections in nature

i like to consider myself a Refined Romantic™️ but in reality my friends just say i’m a massive flirt lol

most people think my part-time job is extremely spooky. let’s leave it at that ;)

my writing

let’s face it, most of it is h/c or straight out crack. also I’ve got so many unpublished fics that are either unfinished or I’m scared to post

(i also have a ton of original stories that i’ve never publicly posted)

anyway

ao3: fa11en_ang3l

fanfiction.net: chinchillax

poetry tag: #my quill

oh yeah I have pinterest too it’s chock full of dark academia stuff if anyone’s interested

current faves

Biggles, Ranger’s Apprentice

also Star Trek TOS, Fantastic Beasts, Rivers of London, Into the Night, Midnight Mass

have written for all these fandoms in some shape or form (and did i mention i love prompts? I LOVE PROMPTS i’m currently taking prompts, especially for the top two)

i’m friendly not rabid i promise :3 have an awesome day

[tojirights]

fem!reader with a size kink and alastor just teases her about it. It starts off innocently before angel dust just teases and teases her about it until alastor decides to have fun with it.

a/n: this is prolly very ooc alastor but uhhhh this is fun sooo 🩷

word count: too many i don't even know

tags: 18+ smut nsfw, alastor has a big dick, unprotected sex, alastor cums a lot, slight cervix fucking (?), teasing

alastor first notices your inclination for pointing out he's much larger than you when you're always grabbing his hand. he easily covers your hand with his and it gives you butterflies every time. you think he doesn't notice your flushed cheeks, but alastor keeps a close eye on your emotions. he likes to make little snide comments but other than that, it's mostly harmless.

it evolves into him coming up behind you and resting his arms on the top of your head with ease, barely even straightening his back to do so. "hey!" you whine, crossing your arms over your chest. "im not an arm rest, y’know?" alastor just laughs, tugging gently on your hair to pull your head back. your eyes meet his, and your body tenses. the look he gives you is intoxicating, the way he easily peers over you makes you want to shrink into him and let him envelop you.

"yer not?" angel chirps in, breaking you from your daydream. "coulda fooled me. thought you were a coat rack, especially the way you hang onto mr tall dark 'n handsome over there like ya life depends on it." you gasp at his words, immediately trying to put distance between you and alastor but his arm hooks around your waist. "h-hey this isn't fair..." you huff, but alastor's chest is warm against your back and it's making your head fuzzy. "you like 'em big, dont'cha sweetie?" angel snickers, enjoying the way your cheeks go bright red.

all you can do is wiggle around in alastor's grasp until he lets you flip around and face him. you waste no time in burying your face in his chest, hiding the pure embarrassment written all over it. "oh come now angel, the poor girl can only take so much." he laughs when you put your fist to his chest. "i bet she can take more than you think..... alright i'm done i swear!" angel leaves the room cackling, too proud of himself. "alastor... please..." you sigh, your face still pressed against his chest.

he lets out a soft chuckle before petting your head. "just a little friendly teasing, hm?" he steps away to give you some much needed air. "i wouldn't want to break you, my dear." alastor all but pouts, making you audibly groan. you can't take it anymore, the desire burning a hole straight through you. you grab his hand and drag him from the hotel lobby into your own room of the hotel.

closing the door to your room, you're about to speak when alastor surprises you by pinning you to the door. "you want to be broken, hm?" his voice, shrouded in static makes your skin crawl and your heart rate pick up. "i-i..." all of your confidence from earlier fades from your grasp as alastor towers over you, deep red eyes seeing straight through you. "your words, darling. tell me that you just can't wait for me to take you, to push your limits."

his breath is hot on your ear, threatening to burn you. "w-what if i can't take it?" you whisper, words shaking just as much as your body with how much adrenaline is being pumped through you. alastor's mouth finds your neck as sharp teeth gently nip at your skin. "i think that's what you're hoping for, my dear." his words end in a sharp hiss, his hips pressing you into the door. and then you finally feel it, alastor's hard cock against your body.

oh fuck.

"this is long overdue, please forgive me if my patience seems short." he mutters into your skin, barely containing himself from biting your soft flesh. with ease, alastor lifts you off the floor and begins carrying you to the bed. the effortlessness sends an ache straight to your core. laying you down, you look up at him with wide eyes. it's such a head rush, you almost don't notice how he lifts your ass up just enough to remove your shorts and panties.

your breath hitches at the realization that you're mostly bare and yet he's fully clothed. "can i..." you swallow hard, hands trailing down his body. "i-i wanna touch it... wanna hold it." alastor bites back a groan, not sure he's ever heard you say something sexier. its a frenzy to remove the remaining clothing, neither of you wanting to waste any more time.

you're practically drooling by the time alastor's cock is freed, knowing damn well that this wasn’t fitting. the head of his cock alone would probably stretch you to your limit. straddling his hips, you finally wrap your fingers around his aching cock and moan aloud. "jesus christ al..." you breathe, eyes wide while you slide your hand up and down slowly, like you're engraving it to memory. alastor's body shudders, seeing just how small your hand looks wrapped around him. flicking your thumb over his leaky slit, you smear precum down his length.

"you can play later babe, fffuck, no more though." the gravelly sound you're used to hearing in his voice seems to be doubled, anticipation swirling in your gut. alastor's hands reach around to cup your ass, and flips you onto your back. everything about alastor was overwhelming, his size, his attitude, his cock. your head spins as alastor presses the head of his cock to your entrance, you can already tell it's barely going to slide in even with how soaked your cunt is.

"i-i don't-" alastor shushes you, easing into you inch by inch. your thighs shake, and you're sure there's no way you'll be able to take it all. "ngh, alastor." you whine, the ever growing stretch starting to make your stomach hurt. "ah ah, you're doing so well darling. so tight." he sighs, watching his cock disappear into your sweet wet heat.

your eyes roll into the back of your head, his cock pressing snuggly against your cervix. "thats it, good girl." he almost wants to laugh as he pulls back out, seeing there's still a few couple of inches that aren't covered in your wetness. "we're going to have to work on this, aren't we?" you reach your hand down and feel where your bodies are connected and moan. "t-there's still that much?" and alastor does laugh this time. "don't you worry about that, we'll train this pussy to take every inch."

each thrust of his cock makes your stomach ache, and the feeling of being so full keeps pushing you closer to the edge. "s-soo big, 'm gonna..." you cry out as alastor's hands find your hips. he picks a brutal pace, you're not sure how you'll be able to walk tomorrow, but the stretch and burn of his cock forcing his way deeper and deeper has that coil in your stomach about to break.

and when you do cum, it's the most explosive orgasm you've ever felt. "a-alastor !" your vision goes black, and you almost miss the feeling of alastor's release. well, you would have missed it, but the sheer amount of seed he spills deep against your cervix is immediately leaking from your abused hole. it seeps down to your ass even, covering you in such a way you'll probably never forget.

breathing heavily, you lay comfortably still under him. alastor places a gentle kiss to your forehead before removing himself from the bed. "rest, darling. i will be right back." you’re half asleep by the time he comes back with a warm towel, and even more so when he pulls the blanket over you. he waits until you're sound asleep before he goes to shower off.

"well, i suppose i owe angel a thank you..." alastor hums to himself.

[viscerism]

my night be so fine then boom there is somebody in my room

[catcze]

⠀「 Giving them random kisses (part 2) 」 

Reblogs are greatly appreciated !!

「 FEAT : 」 Wriothesley, Neuvillette, Lyney, Kaveh, Alhaitham (separate) x GN! reader

「 ### : 」 fluff n romance ! Some heavy kissing, but tbh nothing that warrants much more of a warning. Kaveh's is... a little sad, but it ends well ♡

A long-overdue part two !! Listen guys pls pls pls dont let this flop i actually efforted on this one haksdj 💔

⠀「 WRIOTHESLEY 」

He's initially pretty surprised, but he recovers quickly and smoothly.

He hasn't had many people showering him with affection, so it's a bit of a learning curve with you being so sweet to him.

Does his best to reciprocate though! He doesn't want you feeling like he loves you any less.

He ends up liking the surprise kisses more than he could have ever thought ♡

"Hey Wrio," you murmur from where you sit on his lap. Your boyfriend is engrossed with the documents in his hand, though one arm is still wrapped around your waist, holding you against him.

Wriothesley doesn't look up when you call his name. His eyes are still trained on the fine print, though he does acknowledge you with the tilt of his head and a, "Hm?"

You take his momentary distraction to reach up and pull his face down so you can reach it and plant a small, sweet kiss on his cheek. It's delicate and chaste, just the press of your lips to his skin, as light as the landing of a butterfly, but from the corner of your eye you see the way his eyes widen and the telltale flush of his cheeks.

He gulps, his entire body turning warm under your touch.

"It's nothing," you say, one hand still cradling his cheek. The documents crinkle in his grip, and you smile. "Just wanted to remind you that I love you, is all."

Before you can even realize, Wriothesley is craning his neck and turning your head so that he can press a full kiss against your lips, heart racing as he steals your breath. The way he kisses you is frantic, rough. Like he can't get enough of you in the moment. Like his heart is about to burst out of his chest, and the only thing he can do about it is kiss you harder.

When you finally separate, you're both heaving for air, foreheads pressed together and breath mingling. Every one of his exhales tickles your lips, and under your palm, you can feel how his heart thumps in his chest.

Wriothesley's breath is ragged when he speaks; breathless like he's just ran a marathon. "Just wanted to remind you that I love you too," he whispers.

⠀「 NEUVILLETTE 」

He's been around humans for a long time. It's to be expected that he's had enough time to observe what humans in love do.

Specifically with kisses, Neuvillette has always been a little intrigued.

What is it that makes the meeting of lips so enjoyable for humans? Is it different from the act of holding hands? From the act of linking arms as you walk down a street together?

It's with you that he finally finds his answers.

"Neuvi!" you call, walking into his office. There's a beaming grin as you close the door behind you, bags of takeout food in your hands. "I've brought lunch!"

Neuvillette raises his head the moment he hears your voice, his lips curving in a soft smile. By the time you've approached, rounding his desk and giving him a kiss on the forehead in greeting, the Iudex has already put away his case files and has cleared a place for you on his desk.

You perch on it with ease, one of Neuvillette's hands coming up to push you up, and place the takeout bags beside you. "Hey," you tell him with a smile, looking down at him from where you sit.

"Hello." Neuvillette's eyes glitter from this angle, and the way he smiles so fondly at you makes him look nothing like the scary Iudex that some people think he is. If anything, with the way he looks at you, he just looks like any other man in love. One of his hands find yours, gently weaving his fingers between yours and caressing the back of your hand with his thumb. "Thank you for bringing me lunch," he says. "You didn't have to."

"Mm, it's not for free, though!" You tell him with a grin, and one of his brows rise.

"Oh?"

"Mhm," you nod sagely, leaning forward so that your lips hover just above his. There's a smile on your face, and one of your hands goes to his shoulder to steady yourself. "I want a kiss for all my hard work."

"is that so," he muses, expression becoming just the slightest bit teasing. "Does the one you took upon arrival not meet your requirements, my dear?"

"That was nice, but I want a kiss kiss, Neuvi," you tell him, pouting just a bit.

Neuvillette chuckles under his breath, one hand coming up to cradle the back of your neck and pull you in closer. "That can be arranged," he murmurs, just before his lips meet yours.

⠀「 LYNEY 」

A relationship with him consists of so! many! kisses!

My guy acts like he's gonna fall ill if he doesn't have a kiss from you every so often.

Literally, he takes any excuse to kiss you that he can get!

And if you're the one initiating a little smooch? He'll be over the moon!

"If you're trying playing a magic trick on me, you're already cheating," Lyney laughs. He's seated on a chair in the the Hotel Bouffes d'ete, a silk handkerchief covering his eyes. One of his eyebrows are raised, and there's a joking quirk to his lips. Although he can't see it, you roll your eyes and tighten the blindfold.

"You're sure you can't see anything?" You ask when you think you've got it tight enough. You wave a hand in front of his face, and he doesn't even flinch.

"All I'm seeing now is my life if you were not in it, mon amour. Nothing but endless darkness." He's grinning while he says it, but you know he means every word, cheesy little shit that he is. You grumble the thought aloud, and he has the audacity to laugh.

You pull away, keeping one hand on his shoulder so he still knows you're there. "Alright smooth talker," you say. "Give me a number from one to ten."

"Ooh, a very intriguing question," Lyney hums. "I'll take the safe route... and go with five."

"Okay. Final answer?"

"Have I ever been one to take back my words, mon amour?"

You grumble again, and his grin widens. Your hands rise to cup his face, tilting it up for easier access. Lyney is lost for a second, lost on what you could have up your sleeve— then you press kisses to his face in rapid succession. One of his forehead, another two on each of his cheeks, one on his nose, and a last one on his lips. That one you drag out a little longer, feel his lips against yours with a familiarity that only you have ever known, before it ends too quickly. Five kisses, just as he's asked.

When you remove the blindfold, he stares at you, light flush high on his cheeks, lips tingling with the urge to kiss you more.

You grin. "Good enough of a magic trick for you?"

⠀「 KAVEH 」

For Kaveh, your kisses are nothing short of an oasis in the middle of the desert.

When he feels at his lowest, debt and impending deadlines creeping in on him, there's nothing that pulls him out of his headspace like affection from you.

If he feels like he's about to drown, you pull him out of the water.

For that reason, he welcomes every ounce of affection you can spare.

"Kaveh, it's late," you beckon him from under the sheets, a yawn crawling up your throat. "Come sleep. You can continue your work in the morning."

"Go first," he says, leaning over another set of schematics, hand pushed into his hair in frustration, a deep frown marring his face. "I'll join you once I finish this." His voice is distant, distracted, as if he's just spitting out preset lines in his head.

You've been saying that for hours now, you want to tell him. It's hard not to feel a little neglected when your boyfriend refuses to look at you for hours at a time— when he continues to run himself ragged despite all your best efforts at trying to make sure he doesn't break himself in his pursuit of perfection.

When Kaveh sighs once more, slamming his hands on his desk in frustration and groaning so loudly you're sure Alhaitham is cursing him out from his room, you slip out from under the sheets and walk over to him.

"Kaveh," you say again, a hand on his shoulder.

"What," he snaps at you before he can help it, teeth bared. When he sees how you flinch, hand threatening to pull away, he quickly looks down, staring at the sheets of paper with shame and regret. "I'm sorry," he says in a quiet voice, head hung and hands trembling. The fight and frustration drains out of his body, leaving him tired. Tired and feeling terrible.

You sigh— you don't blame him for the outburst. Archons knows he's been on the receiving side for a few of your own bad moods. That's just how some days can be, being graduates of the akademia. Gently you take hold of his cheek and guide him to look up at you, and when his eyes hesitantly meet yours, you smile a little sleepily.

"I forgive you," you say, giving him a gentle kiss on the forehead, moving down to his nose, and then ending on his lips. You can feel just the slightest curve of his smile as you kiss softly, feel the way his shoulders relax just a bit under your care.

"Come on. You need rest," you tell him, gently tugging him to his feet and leading him to the soft, warm bed. This time, he does not protest.

⠀「 ALHAITHAM 」

With him, it's a little difficult to randomly kiss him, because he's very rarely caught off guard.

He intercepts a lot of your attempts!

Whether it be side-stepping you to make you gasp in affront, or stealing your thunder and kissing you before you can kiss him— needless to say it's a challenge.

Good thing you always rise to challenges.

From the moment you enter the living room and perch yourself on the couch beside him, Alhaitham is squinting at you in suspicion. You just grin, not dissuaded by the sharp look in his eye.

"You're planning something," he say, snapping his book close.

You gasp, pressing a hand to your chest. "Who, me? Bold statement, mister grand sage."

"Acting grand sage. Non-permanent."

"Same thing," you dismiss with a wave of your hand. His stare only narrows further. "Now! I need to you do something for me, dearest love of mine. Give me your hands, would you?"

And although his nose wrinkles at the cheesy nickname, he complies, albeit a little hesitantly. One of the perks of him being your boyfriend, you suppose— lessened questions about any shenanigans you might pull.

When you're securely gripping his hands, weaving your fingers together and ensuring that he can't pull away (his brow furrows when he tries. He's getting more suspicious about what you're about to pull) you grin.

"Okay. Now close your eyes."

"I'd rather not," Alhaitham shuts you down immediately, and you frown.

"Please?"

"Tell me why, first."

"Just—! I pinky promise you'll like it. I super swear that you'll like it!"

And eventually he relents, eyes falling shut. You cheer internally, and before he can change his mind, you swoop forward to give him a kiss. The surprise of it catches him off-guard for once, and his hands clench yours, but just as you'd expected he doesn't try to pull away— if anything, he pushes back into the press of your lips, kissing you even harder than you kissed him.

When you separate, your face feels warm and your palms are undoubtedly sweaty, but he hasn't let you go for a second. Alhaitham swallows down a gulp of air, chest heaving just a little, and you feel the bubble of victory in your chest. "See? I told you you'd like it."