I want... more soft Violet stuff.

Hi hi ^^ I’m going to do Kags because Kuroo is getting lots of love and Kageyama hasn’t gotten any so far, I need SOFT TOBIOS. (another timeskip one, but again, no spoilers!) (and yes, there is a miniature roulette wheel in my head that I spin to determine your relationship level in each scenario it isn’t any deeper than that)

♡ : Accidentally falling asleep together |  Masterlist

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You feel yourself perk up when the door opens. “Tobio!” You set your book aside and stand up from the couch, meeting him halfway into the kitchen. When you wrap your arms around his neck, he gives you a tired smile, leaning in for a kiss.

“I’m sorry I’m late.” He murmurs, hands coming to rest on your hips. You shake your head.

“It’s okay, Baby. Really.” You’re trying to convince yourself as much as you are him. Of course you’re a little bummed - you’d been planning this date night for a week now, and while it wasn’t going to be anything fancy, you had already started making the dinner you’d planned when he texted to say that practice was going to run late.

“Maybe next week...” He says hopefully, leaning his forehead against yours.

“Maybe.” You agree. “But... we can still have a mini date night. Like...” You glance at the time. “Super mini.” You shrug.

“So, cake and wine in bed?” He’s eyeing up the beautiful cake you’d bought and the bottle of wine next to it. 

“Sounds great to me.” You murmur, pulling away with a final peck on his cheek. “Go change, I’ll get dessert ready.”

You plate two generous slices of the cake and grab the wine and two glasses, carefully balancing everything on your way into the bedroom. You’re already settled under the covers with your fork digging into your piece of cake when Tobio emerges from the bathroom, hair still damp from his shower. 

When he crawls into bed next to you, he leans in for a quick peck before reaching for his slice of cake on the bedside table. You hum happily to yourself as you lick a stray bit of icing from your pinkie, leaning against his shoulder as you watch him take the last bites of his own cake. He takes the second to last bite and holds his fork in your direction, and you gladly eat it, savoring the sweetness as he finishes it off.

“Mm.” You take a sip of wine. “So how was practice today?”

He shrugs, shaking his head. “Same old.” He settles his hand on top of yours. “I don’t want to talk about practice.”

You laugh softly. “Okay. And what do you want to talk about?”

He hums in thought for a few moments before leaning his head against your shoulder, setting his empty wine glass on the bedside table. “Nothing. I kind of just want to... lay here with you.” He turns his head enough to press a soft kiss to your shoulder at the edge of your shirt collar.

You rest your hand on his cheek. “Okay.” You press a kiss to his lips. “That I can do.” You reach over and turn off the lamp, settling down in the semi-darkness nose to nose with your fiance. He’s smiling at you, eyes already drooping shut.

“Baby, if you’re tired, you can go to sleep.” The combination of the wine and the darkness are making you feel just a touch drowsy yourself.

“No.” He shakes his head, purposefully opening his eyes a little wider. “I want to spend time with you.” He murmurs, brushing your cheek with his knuckles. You scoot a little closer, resting your head on his chest. The even rise and fall combined with the sound of his heartbeat soon lulls you into a half sleep.

Look at how Chengcheng hooks his arm around Xingjie’s 💕

Ursa slipped away the first chance she got, once Kylo Ren had finished reporting to Snoke and the Supreme Leader had dismissed the Knights. Yes, Ursa did have quarters in Snoke’s domain, but she had been off planet with the Knights for nearly a month, and she wanted space from all of them. Masking her signature so that no one could follow her, Ursa slipped away, making her way down streets and alleyways she knew intimately, until she finally reached her destination. A small, run down attic of a long forgotten building. No one would look twice at it, but Ursa had made it her own. She jumped up and through the opening, before plopping down on the couch. She removed her helmet, tossed it to the side, and laid down to sleep. Ursa awoke to the sound of a grunt and a huff, as someone made their way up and into her hide away. She was on her feet in seconds, her electrostaff already in her hands, as she turned to face the intruder. Only to come face to helm with Kylo Ren, who simply cocked his head at her like he was some sort of lost mutt. “How did you find me?” Ursa asked, her shoulders tense, her weapon still ready. “I hid myself until I was out of range.” He took a step forward, and against her better judgement Ursa took a step back. “I sensed you,” he said simply. “How?” Ursa hissed. “I’m nowhere near Snoke’s domain, I should be out of range. And I didn’t sense you following me.” She would have, he’s hard to miss. “I sensed you,” he said again, and Ursa was sure this time he must be smirking beneath his helmet, even as a cold bit of dread pooled in her belly. Darth Vader’s grandson. That was Kylo Ren’s legacy. She had heard about the Sith Lord, how he was supposed to be the Chosen One, how he was supposedly born from the Force itself. Ursa had never believed those myths, and yet… She couldn’t deny that Ren was powerful. Untrained, yes, raw. But very powerful, possibly more-so than Snoke. She could feel it, the way the Force flowed through and around him. The Force liked him, there was no doubt about that. Ren took a few more steps forward, his long stride bringing him into Ursa’s space with ease, and she bit back a snarl. Fifteen years old and he already matched her in height. Either he had shot up early, and would grow no further, or he was going to get huge. She suspected it was the latter, he still looked too youthful to have matured quickly, the few times she had seen his face. “You weren’t back at the base,” Ren said, cocking his head to the side again. It was infuriating, and she wanted to snap and snarl at him. The boy was half feral, and he acted like it. Acted like a dog nearly as often as he acted like a human. “I came looking for you.” “And you’ve found me,” Ursa said. “So you can leave now.” She should be showing more respect to someone who could kill her with a single thought, but she just wanted him gone. He was in her space now, their chests close enough to almost touch, probably would touch if they both breathed in unison, and Ursa was beginning to feel panicked, unsure of his intentions. Her grip on her staff tightened, her heel bumping against the wall as she tried to back up further. Ren, for his part, seemed to notice her unease, because he moved back a few paces, out of her space and granting her a clear path to the exit. She relaxed, but only a little, unsure what game he was playing. “You’re alone a lot,” Ren said, watching her. “I like to be alone,” Ursa snapped. “I don’t like most people.”

I don’t like you. She didn’t say it out loud, but that didn’t guarantee that Ren didn’t hear it in her thoughts. If he could hear anything over the blaring klaxons because this was wrong. Every inch of her body was on edge from his presence and she deeply, truly, wanted him to leave.

Which… the building wasn’t that tall; Ursa was almost certain that if she just shoved, Ren would be able to catch himself without too much trouble. Perhaps a broken wrist, or a twisted ankle at the worst, and really Snoke couldn’t punish her for that. It was—it was like training! She was training his reflexes.

“You don’t want me here.” Ursa narrowed her eyes when his entire body seemed to sag, shoulders hunching as he curled in on himself pitifully.

“No shit.” There was something deeply unsettling about the stark shift in his body language, but she refused to let her guard down. “I don’t like people, genius. Especially people that just come in and invade my space!”

The space that she had worked so very hard to cultivate for herself. And now it had been discovered by this kriffing child. This dumb kid who was too big for his own good, who probably didn’t even know how to shave let alone lead the Knights. Ren reached up, digging his fingers into the opposite shoulder in a movement that she’d already recognized. He did this frequently in their downtime, when he felt unsure, insecure, the annoying teenage confidence deflating into a gawky kid. Ursa couldn’t decide whether it was better or worse that he had the mask on; she didn’t know if she wanted to see the stupid, lost look on his stupid, young face.

Don’t you dare.

“I—“ He wilted. The idiot kid kriffin wilted and Ursa lowered her electrostaff because, Stars, there was nothing malicious about his arrival at all, was there? “I shouldn’t have come.”

Don’t you dare feel sorry.

She wasn’t gonna. She was gonna let Kylo-kriffin-Ren turn and haul his tall ass right out of her crawlspace and maybe—if she could be so lucky—he’d fall and hit his head and it’d knock some sense into him. She was not going to let her brain make the comparison between him and a kicked puppy and she definitely, absolutely, positively was not going to let him stay.

She wasn’t.

“No,” She growled, hating herself with every uttered word. “You really shouldn’t have. Not without bringing something to eat at least. I haven’t had a decent meal since we left that little village.”

It wasn’t like Ren could un-know where her hide-out was… this way she was controlling the situation. And getting free food.

It wasn’t that she liked him, or felt bad. Nope, she certainly didn’t care that the very kriffin Force brightened as he caught the meaning of those words.

Because she hated him.