#!platonic

[thoughtfulfangirling]

Someone: Other than your own, of course, whose is the most loving marriage you've seen?

Hughes: Oh Roy and Hawkeye of course!

Maria: I thought their marriage was like one of those lavender marriages or something

Havoc: Roy's not gay

Fuery: It's a marriage of convenience! Colonel, you know that's not what they meant.

Hughes, leaning his chair back on two legs, heels on the desk, reaching for a cookie on a counter behind him: I know exactly what they mean, what you think, and what's going on between the brigadier general and his lieutenant. Just because they don't love each other like [takes a big bite of the cookie, and through his mouthful] my Gracia and myself [pause to marvel over his marriage], they still love each other very much. [swallows] Their marriage is overflowing with love.

Havoc's eyes roll so hard the room feels it

Fuery: It's still not the same. What happens when one of them actually fall in love. You're not telling me they're in love colonel.

Havoc, to himself: He is going to tell you exactly that

Hughes: Noooo. But that doesn't make their marriage any less loving. [punctuates his statement with a bite into his cookie. Says around it] I'm Not changing my answer

Havoc: He just says that because not neough of us are married.

Fuery: He has sisters that are married!

Havoc: Hot sisters.

Hughes, good naturedly: Watch it!

Roy, entering the room: It's not the colonel you need to watch out for either. His sisters could beat your ass Havoc.

Havoc: Just because they could beat your ass-

Hawkeye, behind Roy: They could beat your ass Havoc.

[ysu-eunjung]

✷;Plotonically ; Boyoung & Sungjae;✷

Boyoung didn't mean to, but a combination of her lack of sleep, the warm sun, and the cool breeze skating across the lawn had lulled her into a nap under one of her favorite trees. It was situated close enough to her dorm that she never had to go too far but far enough that it was genuinely quite peaceful and she rarely got disturbed by passerby. Her sunglasses were propped halfway down her nose, sliding down the bridge of her nose as she snoozed in the shade. One arm was folded under her head, acting as a makeshift pillow, the other draped over her stomach.

Her breath came out of her in deep, heavy streams, no sound being emitted but very nearly so. She was completely dead to the world in that moment, but basking in warm peace. Her worries about getting her work done and studying and pleasing all of her professors so that, by the end of her final year, she would have plenty of options for references, were all gone. Nothing but the sun and the chirps and the sleep filled her, until, that was, she felt something large and heavy come down against her gut with a force that made her groan. Her eyes flung open, looking for who it was that would disturb her in such a way.