prompts (and ship specifications) are all randomly generated! prompts are from kogamis fluff generator, gender is selected by an rng (1 - m/m, 2 - m/f, 3 - f/f). so if its not what you like... sorry, i guess. im having a Moment so i have like, a few of these written. those will be uploaded...eventually!

Saturdays are relaxing. It's the start of the weekend, it's a day for Three to unwind, get some laundry done, and procrastinate on paperwork and reports he has to file. All-in-all, it's peaceful. Serene. And... He gets to spend time with Eight! ...Not like he was excited about that or something. Well... Maybe he is. Just a little. Maybe more than that. Maybe he's secretly really happy about that but he doesn't want to tell anyone because that's not very stoic or cool of him.

Just food for thought.

But... Speaking of Eight, the octoling's... Really weird. In a bad way. It's like an Ouroboros worm of bad, because it cycles around to become good. And... Well, Three can get behind that. Yeah, Eight's rude, and sometimes he snaps at small children, and... Well, actually, he's just kind of snappy... But Three still loves him. That's not a weird thing to say, is it? Because... Because they are dating. It shouldn't be weird to say that, right? Yeah, no, it's not weird! You heard it here first!

Still. He's getting sidetracked.

Later today they had a lunch date planned, (Three doesn't like the word "date" much because that's all mushy and romantic. Eight called him a "Stupid moron" because "We've been dating for six months, why CAN'T we be mushy and romantic" but what does HE know? Mushy and romantic is buying chocolates and maybe learning an instrument to play your partner a song on it for their birthday. Not like Three's going to do that or anything.) and Three had just texted Eight about it - mostly just to figure out when he should pick him up. Since he can't drive and refuses to learn how to drive because cars are "Archaic hunks of garbage." Yeah? Well, Three thinks you're an archaic hunk of garbage! ...No he doesn't. That's mean, actually. Three knows Eight can't listen to his thoughts, but he wants to apologize anyways.

Yeah! So, lunch... Lunch meet-up. Lunch meet-up with romantic undertones. And overtones... Or something. L.M.U.W.R.U.A.O.O.S. for short. (Name pending.)

One thing that annoys him about Eight, though, is his phone habits. Not like he spends a lot of time on it anything! Like, Eight doesn't have an addiction, and Three doesn't have to beg him to stop playing mobile games and just talk to him for once, but... He never texts back. And Eight is perfectly capable of reading! He's better at it than Three, now that he thinks about it. But whenever Three texts him... He just calls back. And that makes looking through texts difficult! Once he asked Eight what he wanted from the store, and then Eight called him, which is fine or whatever, but then, after they hung up, Three FORGOT! And, yeah, maybe he should've written the things down, but Eight should have just texted him! (Plus, Three's pretty self-conscious about his voice. It's kind of scratchy and high-pitched, for a guy's, and it breaks more than it should, and Eight knows this-)

Three's phone buzzes loudly against the table.

See what he means?

Picking it up, Three answers it.

"Hey, Eight," he says with a sigh.

"Mornin', doll." Three can just hear his smirk through the phone. Lousy smug punk loser. "What's up?"

"Eight, it's 2:00 PM. And... Did you even read my text?" Three has a bad habit of pacing whenever he's on the phone, so now he's just doing laps in his living room. "What time do you want me to pick you up?"

"Oh, I read it. Just wanted to hear your voice!" He laughs. Three hates that about him - he laughs at, like, everything! And... And his laugh is stupid, too, because it's... Nice to hear. And maybe sort of attractive. Y'know. For Eight. "Uh, I'm ready now, so just swing by soon, I guess."

"Great," he mumbles, chuckling a little. Even if nothing was funny. How many tickles does it take to make an inkling laugh? Ten-tickles. Which, like, was a really bad joke! But... Eight told it to him. It wasn't original! But, it was cute...

"Hey, babe. Yoohoo! Are ya listenin'?" Aw, seagulls, he totally wasn't!

"I, uh-"

Eight's laughter is much louder this time, more genuine.

"I said, do you wanna go do something after we eat? We could watch a movie... Maybe kiss a little, yeah?" Stop smirking, you idiot.

"Cod, you're lucky I love you..." Three says, rolling his eyes with a grin. "Yeah, sure. But we're not making out in the movie theater."

"Aw, c'mon, babe-"

"We'll get kicked out. And it's rude. Not like you ever cared about being rude..." He presses the phone up to his ear with his shoulder as he throws on his jacket. "If you don't mind me asking, why do you always call me, anyways?"

"You pick up," comes his blunt reply.

"Well, yeah, 'cause it's rude not to... Is there anything else, though?"

"Yeah," Eight mumbles, "I like your voice."

Three, who had just left his house and was about to lock the door, froze.

"What?"

"I said I like your voice. It's cute." Three blushes - of course that'd be his reason. "I think you're cute, too, if that counts."

"Gee, thanks," he says beneath his breath. Maybe it's a good thing Eight called - if this was face-to-face, he'd see Three struggle to mask his grin. And then he'd tease him about it like the jerk he was.

"I know you're smilin', sugar dumplin'," he coos.

"Stop with the stupid nicknames," Three says, laughing. "Look, I'll see you in fifteen minutes, okay?"

"Okay, my lil doodle bug." Eight chuckles into the receiver. "We can even snog in a movie theater."

"Not a chance."