Your head lies on his soft chest, lightheaded as your mind drifts between reality and dreamland.
A few hours ago, he laid down on your bed, playing video games with his friends. You soon, after a warm shower, joined him, lying on top of him. Since then, you didn’t really move, being comfortable, becoming sleepier with every passing second.
Now, you’re bathing in his scent, coming from his hoodie—which is of course yours too—, and from him too. It smells like home. It calms you.
You are listening to his heartbeat and those occasional comments he makes about the game or the others. There are some funny ones. They make you laugh as you draw circles on his arm. With every circle, your pace slows, then fully stops for a second as you yawn.
“You sleepy, babe?” He asks with a tender voice.
“Mhm.” You reply, nuzzling closer to him, if that’s even possible.
“You know you can fall asleep, right? You don’t have to stay awake, we will be playing for another hour at least.”
“But I want to be with you.” You mumble, barely coherent.
“I’ll be here all night long and in the morning.” Then there is a pause. “And all day too; we live together, my love.”
“I know, but-“ You start.
“No buts, go to sleep.” He interrupts, leaving no room for argument.
Some time passes before another round ends. You are barely awake by now, holding onto that small ounce of energy you have left.
Then you feel as he slowly starts playing with your silky hair. He makes the most of the time between two rounds.
It feels nice. Comforting.
Slowly, you fall deeper and deeper into the realm of dreams. By the start of the next round, you are sound asleep in your boyfriend’s arms.
Haikyuu Suga, Tanaka, Noya, Kageyama, Yamaguchi, Tsukki, Kuroo, Kenma, Yaku, Lev, Atsumu, Osamu, Sunarin, Kita (when the boys pursue him lol) Blue lock Bachira, Isagi, Kunigami, Nagi, Reo, Sae MHA Bakugou, Deku, Shoto, Kirishima, Kaminari JJK Yuji, Megumi, Yuta + your favs<3
These are the characters that I see fit for my story. Ofc this is my opinion only. I did not watch all the animes to know them well, so some are based on vibes, only.
Hollanov AU where nhl players Shane Hollander and Ilya Rozanov are celebrity contestants on dancing with the stars, and they compete for the mirror ball.
Yuna thinks it would be good publicity for Shane
Ilya thinks Shane is to boring to represent nhl's dancing prowess on national television, so he needs to show off he can do better (and the fact they will be near each other for a maximum of 3 months had nothing to do with Ilya's decision, absolutely not).
Shane and his pro dancer partner Rose get along like house on fire. Everyone thinks they are this season's showmance.
Ilya and his pro partner Svetlana knew each other from childhood in Russia. Everyone thinks they are hooking up all this time.
Except of course, Shane and Ilya are having a slow burn romance where they are fucking the whole time
Notes. Ilya is insanely jealous of Rose, because She. Touches. Shane. All. The. Time.
Notes2. Shane has surprisingly good sense of rhythm, but tenses up on stage. Ilya has no shame but realize quickly that dancing in clubs did not prepare him for ballroom dancing. Which would not do, because if one's eliminated they no longer have the excuse to be around.
Note3. Judge's choice week where the two couples dance together, and there's a segment where shane and ilya are in hold
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Summary:
An alternate take on the ryо̄ka's first try breaking in to the Seireitei
A GinIchi Day fic! Sneaking in under the For Want of a Nail prompt
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This was fun to write :D and helped by lovely betas. Even if I got pretty stuck in it last night, apparently it really does help to sleep on these things sometimes.
I have officially joined the Arcane Fandom. Woops.
Spoilers ahead for those who haven’t read Book VII
Even now he regretted it. Leaving with that kind of bittersweet ending- knowing it had to be this way. The taste of the tea on her cheek when they parted lingered on his lips. They tingled at the thought of her lips against his. Those deep purple hues looking up at him with a kindness he knew he didn't deserve... And yet...
Nobody had ever made his soul ache like she did. Even the countless nights and the nightmares... Those were a pleasure than dealing with seconds without her.
Diana.
Julian thought of the way her skin glowed under the light of the moon- or the way her smile brightened at the sight of the flower, the blue light not even able to complete with the light of her smile.
His mind constantly battled as he walked away. The doctor had convinced himself that without resolving this... Lucio mess, there would be not happy ending. He wouldn't get the girl and ride off into the sunset; he wouldn't get the mornings where he'd wake up beside her and watch her sleep; the gentle rise and fall of her chest until the temptation became too much to kiss a shoulder and slowly go up her form until she awoke with the sleepiest of smiles...
But he wouldn't get that. No. Julian Devorak wasn't worthy of a happy ending. The murderer's mark on his hand certainly saw to that. But Diana had made him want it. With her. Julian had the audacity to believe that maybe if she could smile just a moment more, then his problems might be charmed away. But they haunted him. Haunted him like his shadow, nearly plaguing his every waking thought, now replaced by the way she laughed; a sweet sound that rang through the air, or the way she smelled; always sweet, like candied flowers (some sort of floral blossom, no doubt) except after their trip to the docks.
But the two biggest things that would be worse than nightmares were her deep amethyst hues filled with heartbreak, or the way she whispered his name on his skin when they kissed. She had made his damned soul happy and he was walking away from it, having to close his eyes so tightly in hopes that tears would not cascade down his face. There was no worse victim than her.
Julian had hopes that somehow, she would move on and be happy without danger lingering over her gorgeous head. But he couldn't quite shake off this feeling of absolute dread.
His feet managed to carry him back to Mazelinka's house, at her front door this time instead of ruining the poor dragon's breath if he went through the window, again. He paced outside already wondering what Diana was doing. Julian desperately wanted to be the man she deserved, but knew that he couldn't. If he just knew then maybe, maybe Diana might forgive the pain that he had already put her. Gently cradle her face in his hands and place butterfly kisses everywhere he could reach, begging for her sweet forgiveness between each one.
But even now his wretched mind tried to betray him, twisting scenarios that tried to make his heart and soul sink into the bottom of his stomach. His mind so fouled by deeds trying to convince him that Diana would never in this life, or any other after (if you believed in that type of thing) forgive him.
But his heart could not be deceived. His eyes and ears remembered her words, her facial expression when Julian had asked a fatal question.
"Do you believe in forgiveness?"
She had pondered for a moment, long enough to make him start to regret asking the question, but Diana had cradled one side of his face, looked in his eye and said three words that pierced his heart once more;
"I'll forgive you."
The woman wasn't deterred even when he tried to explain that she didn't know what he did, even going to beg the question if he had hurt her, or people she cared about. Perhaps he was trying to pad the fall, gear her up for the morning when he would be gone without a word. Maybe he was trying to guide her gaze towards Nadia's own vilification of him so it would seem easier on a broken heart.
But she did not deter from the path that she had set herself on... And he would never say aloud how beautiful she truly was. Not until the docks when he had stolen several desperate kisses from her sweet lips. It had been one after the other, softly pleading for one more, even after the last. Her own grip white knuckled against his jacket as she gave and gave and continued to give.
"Ilya? What are you doing, get in here!"
How long had he been outside? It didn't matter, he was being ushered in and even though he knew he didn't fit in the door (properly) he kept his head as low as he could and entered the humble home. His gaze dropping everywhere.
She wasn't in his life, and then she was everywhere. At the counter, near the window, near the curtain... In the bed.
He was being ushered by the small woman to sit at the table, where Mazelinka covered both the top and bottom of his hands with her own.
"I've never seen you look so lost..." Another woman whose gaze he cannot escape, but he can't look her in the eye instead falling to the table, realizing now that as much as he can't escape it a tear began to fall from his eye, and then another, and another.
Mazelinka, the sweet old woman, stood up to hug him and hold him, as she might do to her children- if she had any. She petted his hair until he managed to finally get ahold of himself, which didn't take too long, once his mind caught up with his surroundings.
She doesn't ask him why Diana isn't with him, and he isn't sure he'd be able to hear her sweet name again without collapsing into sobs- a spectacle he knows Mazelinka doesn't need in her life.
When he does calm down, she takes her seat back next to him, and once again just continues to hold his hand. If this were any normal night, she'd begin making the soup that puts him to sleep almost instantly, but tonight, Mazelinka doesn't move. She doesn't bustle around busying herself with the minor clean up of her cozy home. Instead she stares at him, and he can only look in shame at the woodgrain on the table.
"It was love, you silly boy."
Words jolt him, her tone of voice soft, but the words feel so loud in the silence of her home, his eyebrows go up until he words process and he looks back down again.
"It... Was, yes. A shooting star now. She deserves far better than I can give her, far... Far better."
"Love is a driving force, Ilya... And you will learn this lesson the hard way."
It's now that she gets up, with a gentle pat of his hand and begin making the delicious soup that might bring him to sleep. But what would sleep bring him? He hoped that maybe one day, this would all get sorted out...
But nothing has ever worked for Julian, why should it start now?
Warnings: nothing serious, a few kisses, use of petnames (pretty eyes, sweetheart, love)
Synopsis: starting the day with your boyfriend is the best thing in the world, especially after an exhausting day.
Reblogs, likes, critiques appreciated<3
A/n: might be ooc for some people, honestly this is how i imagine soft Katsuki. Bro knows how to fluster us.
The morning light seeps through the curtains, brightening your dim bedroom, casting a warm glow over your faces. The awakening city is barely heard from the height of your apartment. Today will be a calm day. A stark contrast to the previous rainy one.
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Yesterday was a tiring day for both you and Katsuki. It was raining heavily the whole afternoon, worsening your mood. You reach your home together, drained, exhausted, just wanting to cuddle up in your warm bed. You take off your soaked shoes and coats. “I’ll make some toast, go take a shower.” He says softly, leaving a small kiss on your temple.
You leave your clothes in the bedroom before you step into the shower. Your muscles loosen as the warm water reaches your skin. When you finish, you put on your pajamas, the soft material feels nice on your skin.
Entering the kitchen, you hug Katsu as he does the finishing touches. “You should take a shower too, Kats.” “I will, but first, sit and eat, love.” You do as he says, eating in silence until, you hum in delight. “It’s really good.” Confused, he replies. “It’s just toast.” "I know, but you made it." You say, smiling. He smiles too, shaking his head before he goes to take a shower.
You start washing the dishes when you hear the bathroom door close, expecting to wrap it up by the time he comes out. Surprisingly, you finish and even have some time to settle in bed just as the water stops running in the bathroom.
You hear some rustling coming from there, before the door opens, revealing the cutest—and mind you hottest—form of Katsuki. Your eyes trail down his body as you take him in from head to toe. Droplets of water falling from his damp hair, his cute pout showing, a cue to missing your warmth. No shirt on, only in his black sweatpants, you get lost in your—not-so-innocent—thoughts. You snap back to reality as he climbs under the covers, positioning himself beside you.
You exchange whispered good nights and i love yous as you finally get into a cozy position.
Your back to his chest, his head in the crook of your neck. One of his hands under your head, the other around your body, pulling you closer to his body. Your breathing slows to a steady pace as you fall into a deep slumber.
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The rain stopped in the early hours of the day, bringing a clean atmosphere with it. You and Katsuki both slept peacefully all night long in each other’s embrace.
You stirred first. Not even opening your eyes yet, just savoring the moment. The warm sunlight on your skin, the fresh air from last night’s rain, the way Katsu’s hair tickles your neck, and how his breathing leaves behind a warm, kiss-like sensation.
You slowly open your eyes, taking in the surroundings. Your clothes on the chair, just like you left them yesterday. Too tired to put them in the laundry after such a long day. Your phone, wallet and keys on your nightstand, things you forgot to put away. Lastly, your eyes land on the open window and its thin curtains, covering your little bubble from the world. The light blinds you a little, but who cares.
It’s part of a perfect Saturday morning.
You stretch your limbs like a cat—still jealous of their skills—when you turn around in Katsu’s arms to face your still sleeping boyfriend.
You stare at his cute face for some time, before you decide to squish his cheeks in between your thumb and pointer finger. So squishable.
You continue your ministrations as he gently stirs. His eyes are still closed—tired from the previous day—when he speaks. “What do you think you are doing?” There it is. That raspy morning voice of his that you love so much. “Just checking if you are still cute.” Smiling, you continue, content with your conclusion. "Yep, as cute as ever, if not a little cuter." Leaving a peck on the tip of his nose, you pull your hand back.
Then his eyes open slowly, his face flushed due to that soft peck of yours. His eyes are gentle as he speaks. "What a discovery." He stares at you for a brief second, before leaning in and leaving a chaste kiss on your lips. "Good morning." He whispers, followed by another kiss. "Good morning to you too." You reply. He smiles as a string of hair falls on your face, immediately moving it out of the way.
Right after, he shifts. "Come on pretty eyes. Let's make breakfast." You are still thinking about his compliment when he gets out of bed, pulling you with him. You huff. “My slippers are on the other side.” You hear him sigh as you walk over to them. He then leaves the room, so you hurry up and follow after him, catching him in the narrow hallway. You interlock your fingers with his warm ones as you enter your small kitchen.
The feeling of his warmth doesn’t last long as he lets go of your hand, leaning against the counter. “So what do you want for breakfast?” “Hmmm, good question. I’ll leave it to you.” You say as you walk to the living room, turning on the tv for background noise. “I’ll make coffee.” Now, you are back in the kitchen, leaving a tender kiss on his right cheek. His hand moves to your waist as he gives you a loving kiss. “Okay, sweetheart. I’ll make some scrambled eggs then.” You turn on the coffee machine and take out two plates for your breakfast, as Katsu turns on the stove and takes out the ingredients and a pan.
“How did you sleep, Kats?” You question him, curious, as you move to get two white mugs from the shelf. Why is it so high? Then you feel him pressing up against you, his body heat radiating off of him, as he moves to get the mugs. “Pretty good, it felt relaxing to cuddle up with you after that awful day.” When he steps back, you stay, cheeks red from his teasing. Now, two mugs are in front of you as he starts making breakfast. “Same here.” You say, while you focus on the coffee machine. Ding. First cup of coffee done. You put some sugar and pour milk into the mug when you hear the second ding.
By the time you finish your preparation, your breakfast is done, already on the counter as your boyfriend comes up to you. He takes the mugs and takes them to the living room. You go after him with two plates of scrambled eggs in your hands.
You both settle down on the couch. He takes one plate as you snuggle up to him, taking your own. “Any plans for today? Wanna invite over the group? Or you’d rather stay at home and Netflix and chill maybe?” You take your own plate as he swallows a bite. “Wanna spend the day with you, love.”
“Then,” you take the remote and open Netflix, “choose our first victim.”
Your day is spent with movies, video games and cuddle sessions. By the time you realise it’s dark outside, you are wrapped up in a cozy blanket, still on the couch. With your boyfriend’s head on your chest and his hands around your waist, you both fall into dreamland.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Heated Rivalry (TV)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Shane Hollander/Ilya Rozanov
Characters: Shane Hollander, Ilya Rozanov
Additional Tags: POV Alternating, Misunderstandings, Ilya Rozanov Loves Shane Hollander, Shane Hollander Loves Ilya Rozanov, Angst with a Happy Ending, Ilya Rozanov Needs A Hug, Jealous Ilya Rozanov, No Actual Cheating, Author is bad at smut
Summary:
Hollander glanced down at his phone and smiled at whatever it was his girlfriend sent him. Then he looked up at Ilya again. “Anyway, wanna find out what we might have in common in room 1847 tonight?”
Ilya was surprised at the forwardness, especially with Hollander’s girlfriend’s text still on his screen. But Ilya’s heart and head was jumping up and down in glee.
Hollanov DWTS AU. Which is somehow becoming more about Ilya Svetlana friendship.
“Rule number one is, do not fall for the straight guys."
“What’s number two?” Ilya shot back on instinct before doubling back. In his defense, it wasn’t easy to think on his feet while his feet were being dragged around. Especially when he's supposed to be the one doing the dragging. “I don’t fall for anyone, let alone boring Canadian men."
Svetlana raised one eyebrow. He was insanely jealous. He only ever managed to raise both at the same time.
“I mean, he is very pretty.” Svetlana continued as if Ilya didn’t say anything. “I don’t blame you. But that way lies madness and blackout drinking. No straight men, Ilya.”
Ilya resisted the urge to tell her he was inside Hollander just last night, and the night before that too. He trusted Svetlana with his own sexuality. But if Hollander found out anyone else knew he'd panic and probably marry a woman. At the very least, he'll never let Ilya inside again.
“What's rule number two?” Ilya said gruffly, instead of examining why the thought gave him heart palpitations. Russians don't panic.
“Do not drunk-text your ex.” Svetlana smirked. “Not something you'll need to worry about. That'll imply you have an ex you think about when drunk.”
Worst 5 Answers to I Love You, written by Ilya Rozanov. (not chronological)
4. That’s nice
“I love you,” Ilya said sweetly.
“That’s nice,” Shane replied distractedly. “What do you think of this schedule Farah sent us to review?”
“Really Hollander,” Ilya crawled his way across the couch to snuggle Shane, pushing Shane’s laptop onto the floor and replacing its place on Shane’s lap. “I tell you I love you and you tell me it’s nice. Are you a ninety year old grandmother, Hollander?”
Shane smacked Ilya’s thigh in revenge for the laptop, “I’m four months older than you, asshole.” He didn’t push Ilya off his lap. “If I’m ninety then you are too.”
“Hmm then I will be the hottest ninety year old,” Ilya mused. “No one will resist my charm,”
Shane rolled his eyes, “I don’t know,” he reached for his laptop again, “I think I can resist you fine right now”
“Oh you can?” Ilya raised his eyebrows.
Shane saw Ilya’s expression and began shaking his head.
“No, no, we need to look this over and reply to Farah. Keep it in your pants.”
Ilya slid off Shane’s lap and onto the floor. He picked up Shane’s laptop and placed it on Shane’s lap again.
“Go on, moya lyubov’” Ilya murmured while sliding Shane’s shorts off his hip. “Read it to me, English is hard, da? In your voice is easier.”
