So I was watching There She Is and don’t even know how this happened I’m so sorry

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Prompt: Imagine your OTP getting into a heated argument and person A accidentally confesses their love for person B out of frustration.

Summary: Sweat cascaded down Gavin’s forehead, and if he had the choice to do so, he would have tugged on his collar to alleviate how stupidly warm he was at the moment. But instead, Michael shook him, accentuating the fact that he was very much in hot waters right now, and there was no escaping the wrath of Michael Jones.

Word Count: 1527

Warnings: There’s cursing, I guess?? That’s about it.

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Sjin likes to talk in his sleep. Not the normal grumbles and lost whispers, full on stories escape his lips. It’s not normal. It has never been normal. But Sips put up with it all the same. Occasionally, though, Sjin would start to fret. He would scream bloody murder as if he was slowly dying in the arms of hell, and the only thing Sips could do to wake him up would be to grab him by the shoulders and slap waking breaths into him.

One such night, Sips began to hear the wails. The shrieks bounced off his ears. Sjin was yelling for all his voice had. ‘They’re coming!’ ‘Sound the alarm!’ ‘Oh god Sips get your goddamn sword-‘

But then something changed. Sjin quieted himself, down to a whisper, ‘I’m going to fight them off. I don’t care if I have to bleed to do this. They are going down.’

Sips couldn’t even bring himself to wake Sjin up. The rest of the night was silent; Sjin did not speak, and Sips did not sleep.

That was the last time Sjin ever talked in his sleep.

So I was doing Chinese homework and I accidentally JohnDave fluff

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SO I WATCHED EP 27 AND ACCIDENTALLY YOGFICED OOPS NO REGRETS

(A/N: My first fanfic for the Honeyphos ship, apologies for it being so short and fluffy. I suppose it really needs to be called a ficlet… Anyway, sorry for deleting Sjin’s part in the whole thing, I just didn’t want to deal with him during it all so yeah.)

im so sorry sjin baby ilu

“You are ruining my life,” Xephos said with a bit of a laugh, although the statement appeared to be in support of his dislike towards Honeydew’s antics.

“I swear to god, look at this,” he continued. 

“This is a mess.”

“What do you mean?” answered Honeydew from the bottom of the deep hole he had just excavated, via the help of his friend’s Destruction Catalyst. His voice was somewhat sarcastic, but left room for an answer. 

“How am I gonna get a pipe all the way down there?!” shouted Xephos from above, clearly fed up.

Xephos gave a sigh of exasperation as he headed down to where Honeydew’s original tunnel was, and peered over the edge into the darkness below.

“How will I know where our home is?” the dwarf’s voice echoed in question.

Xephos kept his answer silent for a moment; the way his dearest friend had just called the Honeydew Inc. base (or whatever the company was now) theirs made his thoughts fly and his pulse quicken.

“Xephos? You okay?” called Honeydew.

Xephos shook his head in an effort to shake himself back, and gave a little nod as he replied, "Yeah, I-I’m okay,“ even though Honeydew couldn’t see it. After a small pause, he said, "Is it dark down there? Do you have any torches?”

“Uhhh,” Honeydew shouted back, “I have one torch… Hang on let me make some more…”

“No wait, let me come down and give you some,” Xephos insisted as he began to scale the side of the deep hole. It only took about 30 seconds before he touched the ground.

Brushing off his hands he looked around, and taking a torch out of his tool belt, placed it in a crevice in the wall next to him.

He continued to do this as he walked on into the somewhat neatly dug tunnel, until he came upon his friend, fumbling about trying to fashion some coal to sticks.

Honeydew looked up when he heard footsteps approaching, and smiled at the surprised look of Xephos.

“There you are!” Honeydew said, grinning and stuffing his failed attempt at torches into his back pocket.

“You’ve really done well with this place,” Xephos commented, nodding to the walls around him.

“Well yeah…” said Honeydew, beaming like an idiot. “I’m a dwarf, it’s what we do best. Beside from guzzling ale.”

“I guess so,” Xephos said in agreement, before they both gave out little laughs.

After their fit of chuckles had died down, all that remained was a eerie silence. But that didn’t appear to effect either of them, because Xephos was letting himself get lost in Honeydew’s eyes and Honeydew was starting to get freaked out.

“Friend?” Honeydew mumbled, cocking his head to the side, searching the spaceman’s face for any signs of normality, which seemed to be lacking from the situation.

And it was at that moment Xephos lost all self control.

Grabbing the sides of the dwarf’s head he crashed and locked lips with his, and after what seemed to be an eternity, pulled back.

Honeydew stared at Xephos, slightly terrified, but extremely turned on at the same time, and he couldn’t help but kiss back when Xephos pressed his mouth to his for the second time. As he felt a tongue slowly creep into his mouth Honeydew gave a small shudder at the new feeling, but quickly accepted it and pushed his tongue into Xephos’s mouth in return. 

After a few minutes of intense kissing, both parties were out of breath, so much so that Honeydew thought his lungs would explode. They parted, breathing heavily, letting small strands of spittle drape from each other’s lips. 

“I guess that’s not only what you do best,” Xephos said quietly, while all Honeydew could manage was a feeble nod and the words, “Want to test that further?” in a quaking voice.

Xephos gave a sly grin before taking off his shirt and gear, and murmuring, “Absolutely.”