me: yeah i enjoy main and popular pairings for my interests and react normally to rare pairs
my beloved partner: here’s a pairing with characters from separate dnd campaigns that have never canonically interacted, they’re fucked up and in love
jrwi: here’s the most fucked up “friends to lovers to friends to enemies to reluctant allies to even more reluctant friends to the most reluctant lovers” you’ve ever seen
wolf 359: what if they were technically opposing forces but realized just how similar they were and that they could heal together
jrwi, again: hey what if they were perfect foils and also best friends w something more with even more tension and conflict and dedication that oozed into everything they did
tma: what if the horrors made them fucked up but they have history
jrwi, again again: what if they were opposing forces but could still bond and learn from each other and be gay about each other in a weird but beautiful way
bsd: hey what if they were so similar and could bond about that and have such a fun dynamic and heal together
Upon relisten Jacoffel is still a really funny ship bc it's Eiffel being like. Dude you literally don't have to do any of this. Also your boss sucks so so bad I genuinely don't understand the loyalty. He's probably gonna kill us both. And Jacobi is like pffffttt it'll be fine. And then once Eiffel leaves the room Jacobi is like "I kinda like his goofy ass" and Maxwell just asks "hey are you fucking stupid"
I can not get over how (in Time to Kill) clone Jacobi, who has all the memories and thoughts of Jacobi, SPECIFICALLY wants reassurance from Maxwell and Eiffel.
Maxwell is his best friend. They've been through hell together. He loves her (platonically in my eyes but you do you) so of course he wants her to tell him they'll be back.
But Eiffel? He's new. He's his connection to the rest of the crew. He's this weird little moon that's interrupting Jacobi's orbit around Kepler. He TRUST Eiffel.
In a moment where he's losing it a little becuase he knows he's might die, those two are who he wants to reassure him. It really shows that both of these relationships are fundamental to who Jacobi is, outside of being on officer. In the end, it's not surprising that Maxwell's death is what turns him against Kepler and Eiffel is who pulls him full onto the other side.
There's nothing like desperately wanting to read fanfiction for something but having to wait till you've finished the media cause you know you'll get spoiled.
AU-gust Day 16: Rest
Jacobi and Eiffel have a lazy morning
If anyone had told you that Doug Eiffel, the man who made way too many pop culture references and probably wasn’t competent enough to be trusted to look after a plant, was an early riser, you’d probably laugh.
But the fact was true, proven as Eiffel was awake at 6 AM, cooking eggs on the shitty electric stove in his and Jacobi’s apartment.
He hadn’t managed to burn them (yet), which was a good sign for how the morning would hopefully turn out.
Eiffel heard the soft pad of footsteps behind him before feeling Jacobi’s arms around his waist, pressing his face into the back of his shoulder. His curly hair brushed against his neck, casing Eiffle’s lips to twitch into a slight grin.
“Why must you wake up at such ungodly hours?” Jacobi grumbled, his voice muffled into his shoulder.
“I could ask you the same thing.” Eiffel bit back a laugh, shifting to pick up the plan and lever the eggs onto the plate next to the stove with his spatula.
“I smelled food.”
“I can make you some,” he offered, and Jacobi shook his head, propping his chin on Eiffel’s shoulder.
“It’s too early. I want to sleep.” Jacobi pulled him closer, his nose pressing into the curve of his neck. “Come back to bed.”
He let out a small, contented sigh before turning the stove off and himself around, cupping Jacobi’s face with his hands. “The eggs are gonna be cold.”
“Well, the eggs can fuck off.”
“Don’t insult my eggs!” Eiffel said with a laugh, giving him a small peck on the nose.
Jacobi’s nose scrunched slightly. “You are absurdly bright for how early it is.”
“Awh, you love me.”
He paused. “I do.” Another pause. “But if you don’t start moving in five seconds, I’m going back to bed without you.”
“Alright, lets go, you big grump.” Eiffel kissed the side of his head and wrapped an arm around Jacobi’s waist, the two of them slipping back into their shared room, flopping down onto the unmade bed.
Jacobi automatically tucked his head into the curve of Eiffel’s neck, and he smiled softly at him, before rolling to lie flat on top of Jacobi, earning a soft grunt from the man.
“A little warning next time, please?” he squirmed slightly, getting his arms out from under him and wrapping them around Eiffel’s torso.
“Mmm nah.” he propped himself up slightly, looking down at Jacobi before starting to pepper soft kisses onto the side of his face.
“I’m trying to sleep, hon,” he grumbled, but didn’t shy away from the kisses.
“I didn’t get to see you that much yesterday. Let me enjoy this,” he nuzzled his face into the side of his neck.
“That’s because you go to bed at 7 like somebody's grandpa.”
“Hey, now, it was 7:45.”
“Oh, right, my mistake.” Jacobi rolled his eyes playfully. “You went to bed at 7:45 like somebody’s five-year-old cousin.”
“That’s better.” Eiffel bit back a laugh as Jacobi rolled, the two of them now lying on their sides, their legs tangled together while they lay on top of the messed-up bedding. Sunlight streamed through their blinds as it crested up from the horizon.
He looked at Jacobi, seeing how the warm light highlighted the lighter strands in his curly hair, glinting almost like gold. The way the light hit his face cast soft shadows, almost outlining his features.
It showed his scars, too.
The textured skin from still-healing burns, the small cut on his lower lip, the one that cut through his eyebrow at an odd angle that Eiffel knew he kept trying to (vainly) fill in with eyebrow pencil (and failing).
“You’re staring,” Jacobi murmured, his hazel eyes looking back at him.
“Can’t I admire my beautiful boyfriend?” he poked his nose lightly, and it scrunched in response.
“Flirting with me at 6 in the morning? Have you no shame?” Jacobi bit back a yawn.
“It’s like you don’t know me.” Eiffel cooed playfully.
Jacobi squeezed his eyes shut briefly before opening them again, choosing to sit up finally. “Alright, you win, I’m up.”
He grinned triumphantly, sitting up beside him. “Another win for team Eiffel!” he gave him a small peck on the lips before beginning to move and get up, but Jacobi’s fingers hooked into the collar of his t-shirt and pulled him back in for a longer kiss.
Once they parted, Eiffel leaned his forehead against Jacobi’s. “Love you.”
