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HanLan + pregnancy AU gives me the warm fuzzies.
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@savageorchids
HanLan + pregnancy AU gives me the warm fuzzies.
@savageorchids [text] I just wanted to make sure it was comfortable enough to sleep in [text] please tell me we still have the receipt stashed away somewhere
cont from x | @rooskiisms
Carefully....oh so carefully...the brunette carefully placed the last cracker on Reina’s head. Her hand was trembling as she pulled away and stared at the blonde who has collected over twenty senbei crackers on top of her head. A tense moment has passed but it seems that the crackers were still in place.
“Reina-san,” Kayo finally spoke, breaking the tension. “As expected, your head is perfectfully balance.”
Ω for a text message after making a horrible mistake
A fuck up, that is what he was. If it wasn’t for the fact his twin sister and himself had been together all his life, he was certain many of the things he did would not have been forgiven. He stares down at his phone trying to figure out the right words to make up for the thing he did.
“Yo, I know that was fucked up. Can you help me not be do this shit?”
Casual was definitely what he was with his twin.
☯️
☮ for a desperate apology via text message
He looked down at the text, okay yeah she was pissed. He thought he was in the right, but she was about to completely leave him. He didn’t really care so much that she would leave, but he was certainly worried about the rent if she were to leave. He casually muttered “fuck” to himself and pulled the phone closer to begin his text.
Babe, I’m sorry. Just come home, we can talk it over and try to fix it up here. Yeah? Please, I need you.
"Leave the blinds alone!"
@leaderbuilt
“See, I would, but it’s quarter past noon and entirely not my fault that you passed out on my couch.” She moves to the next window and pulls back the curtains so she might open the blinds. “Do you even remember anything about last night? You showed up here at like eleven, already stumbling over yourself drunk, ranting about your sister. Again.”
Zo paused, turning to face him, hands falling to her hips. “You should be thanking me. I’ve already got Postmates on their way with biscuits and gravy from Denny’s, and there’s a Bloody Mary waiting for you in the fridge.” Turning back, she returns to her task of filling the living room with the evil light of the day star. “Time to rise and shine.”
🏪 + Midnight
He wasn’t entirely sure what compelled him to wake up at such an hour. Any other day, he would’ve slept right through until the late morning hours. Still, lying there was doing nothing to quieten the protesting growls of his stomach, and so he was forced to get up.
Finding nothing of interest in the fridge or cupboards, he’d instead opted for a lazy walk down to the corner shop in the hopes of finding something appetising.
As his dopey eyes fell on the dairy section, he realised he was out of milk back home. He snatched up a carton, his other hand occupied with a sweet pastry, and he hurriedly rounded an aisle corner, eager to get this trip over with-
Except by some evil twist of fate, he wasn’t allowed a smooth, simple journey to the counter. He bumped into a woman as he turned into the aisle, dropping the milk carton in surprise.
Of course, it chose to fall at such an angle that it exploded. Of course, it chose to spill all the woman’s shoes and jeans.
Well, if he wasn’t entirely awake before, he certainly was now. His eyes widened in alarm at the milky carnage.
He opened his mouth to speak, trying to think of something, anything to say to break the increasingly uncomfortable silence. But his brain failed him, only able to utter a rather pitiful,
“...O-oh.”