#He's a bit lovestruck as well so of course he's going to assume the best! Ishida also thinks it's cute so he knocks it off after a while lol

[sysig]

Yandere x Yandere is an underused trope imho (Patreon)

[villainessprefect]

~Tell It to My Heart~

title: so anxious, my thoughts

Prompt #5: (Reverse) Being confronted after avoiding them for the past few weeks and you have to tell them that you don’t hate them nor are you angry. You just don’t know how to deal with the fact that you’re in love with them.

Idia x male!reader

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"Idia," you call out his name with a melodic tone. His name lingers on your tongue as it leaves your lips. Your eyes shift to the one beside you, focusing on the fidgety man himself.

Idia takes in a sharp and sudden breath as he hears his name. Hands fiddle with themselves as he gulps and does his best to meet your gaze. He can't hold it for long, but at least he acknowledges your call.

"Wh-What do you want...?" He mumbles, almost looking as if he's dreading the answer.

You put on your best smile in response. You let yourself lean against the desk, holding your head in your hand while staring at him.

"I want you," you hum. The answer comes out so naturally that it's hard for Idia to believe that he even heard you correctly in the first place. How did normies say something like that so easily?! Before he can second guess what you said, you continue. "Did you know, you're so beautiful that you made me forget my original pickup line?"

He blinks once. Twice. Once it registers, he practically turns into a flaming mess. His cheeks turn a blazing red while his hair seems to go out of control with the ends turning pink. The man hides his face behind his tablet, using it as a shield to protect him from your words.

"Y-You're just messing with me!" He practically shrieks.

You shake your head.

"I'm not. Why would I lie to you?"

Your boldness is a little too much for him to handle. Of course, he can think of a million reasons as to why you would want to lie to him. They may be fabricated by his own negativity, but the chance of them being true is possible. Just...relatively low. The most obvious one he turns to is you enjoying playing with his poor heart.

This isn't the first time you've uttered sweet words to his face. In nearly every class you two are in, you spill a bit of your heart out to him. And he can't tell if you're serious or not. Because, really, who would think he's beautiful? Amazing? Wonderful? You? One of the coolest guys here? No way. No, no.

His grip on his tablet tightens and for once, he's grateful that Trein calls for the class's attention. He gets to avoid an answer for the time being. This doesn't save him from you completely though. Whenever he takes a peek your way, he can always catch you wearing a lovestruck smile that's accompanied by a playful wink.

"Can't wait to see you tomorrow," you chirp as the class comes to an end. Idia is quick to gather his things and disappear from the building.

You let out a sigh as he leaves. You've done your best to make it known that, yes, you are indeed interested in Ignihyde's housewarden. That cute gremlin had stolen your heart and you were hoping you could do the same. It isn't easy though. With negative thoughts plaguing him constantly, you sought a bolder route. Maybe you could hammer it into his head that he can be loved. And perhaps he could return your feelings. Although, that's more wishful thinking than anything on your end.

Any dreams you may have of that wish coming true are shattered the following day. Idia isn't at your side. Not even his floating tablet makes an appearance. It's not that surprising, honestly, but he'd been doing fairly well with his attendance.

Instead, you're greeted by Ortho.

"Hello!" The younger Shroud smiles or you assume so as his mouth is covered. "Idia apologizes for not being here today. His tablet is currently undergoing repairs, so I'm here to take notes for him!"

"Oh..." You hold back a sigh and put on a smile for him. It's not bad seeing Ortho, you just...were really excited to see Idia.

The following day, history repeats itself. Only Ortho appears, no tablet or Idia. It's concerning to say the least.

You know Idia is a genius when it comes to technology. If his tablet was busted then fixing it while giving it a random upgrade would be a piece of cake. So the story Ortho is telling has to be a lie. If Idia can't make it then his tablet would 100% take his place.

And at least if his tablet was here you could still try to flirt with him.

As the week goes on without any sign of Idia, your thoughts go south. Maybe you came off too strong? Yeah, that's it. It's hard for him to deal with extroverts and you were acting just like one of them. You didn't think you overstepped though, only saying what you thought was true. Confessing a little of your feelings more and more every day. Perhaps a more subtle approach would have worked instead.

With a heart full of guilt, you pick yourself up from your desk and head to Ignihyde. You think about what to say and how to apologize for your actions. You hate the idea of clamming up and holding back, but if it meant being able to see Idia again? Then you'd stop all your shenanigans at once.

Eventually, you find yourself in front of his room. You raise a hand to knock on his door. You hesitate. Take in a breath. Then your knuckles meet against his door with a couple of taps.

There isn't a response, which is and isn't surprising. You know he is in there but knowing him he'd rather ignore the presence of another person entirely.

"Idia? It's me," you say, raising your voice to ensure that he could hear it.

"Eep!" A squeak escapes from the other side. "N-No one is here!"

You roll your eyes. A lame excuse, yet cute. You can imagine him now, flustered and wanting to hide away. Ugh, if only this door wasn't in the way.

"I came to apologize."

There's a long period of silence. You think to turn back but stand your ground. You're not leaving until he hears your sincerest words.

As you're about to speak, the door opens slightly. Just enough so he can peek out and see you from the smallest opening.

"...For what?" He asks. You look at him and breathe out a sigh of relief. At least he didn't look ill or anything.

"You know...flirting with you? I'm...sorry if it made you uncomfortable."

His eyes widen and he steps away from the door. As he doesn't slam the door on you, you take the chance to enter his room.

"S-So you were doing that just to m-mess with me, huh?!" He accuses.

"No! I wasn't. But when you stopped showing up for class- it was because of me, wasn't it?"

Idia turns away from you. All you can see is the mess of blue flames that flicker against his back. It's so captivating to watch the fire express his true feelings. Hints of pink make their way to the color blue, but they fade out before they can last for a few seconds.

"Yeah, it was." Ouch. "I-I didn't think you were serious about all th-that stuff," he starts after taking in a shaky breath. "I mean, my route is supposed to be an NPC in the BG. I don't get a love interest. And even if I did the route shouldn't be that hard to conquer, but when it comes to IRL? That's like upping the difficulty to the max!"

Now he's pacing back and forth as he continues.

"I've done plenty of dating sims and I know the optimal lines, but I just couldn't say them! My dialogue options totally froze thanks to you! I couldn't even pull up my tablet to talk back. The thought of just typing in what I wanted to say- how could I even do that?! All the things you said just took my HP down to zero. The coolest, SSR tier guy in school telling me such l-lo...nice things. It had to be a dream, right? Your route shouldn't be accessible for some bottom-tier nobody like me. No matter how badly I may want to be your love interest, I w-would never be worth it!"

He comes to a stop as those last words leave his lips. His flaming locks had been out of control as he spoke and now they seemed to freeze alongside him. They only combust into pink as the realization hits and he's forced to use his hoodie to conceal himself. It's a messy job, he's too quick, and pulling up his hood makes pink flames leak out. He doesn't even hide his face fully and has to hold his hands to cover the lower half of his face.

"Sevens just end me now..."

Your gaze never leaves him, listening to every word that had left his lips. It was a mess coming out of him, but you understood what he meant. Your heart begins to race, and guilt no longer plagues you. Well, a little. You never meant to frighten him, but knowing that he harbored feelings for you meant that your attempts weren't in vain.

"You know, I think you're on the right path to completing my route," you say with a smile. Your voice is lighter, softer. If only he could brave himself to see your face in this moment, he may pass out from an exclusive sweet CG.

"You've already maxed out my hearts."

Idia takes in a breath and peers through his fingers. He finds you, smiling. You look so welcoming and accepting and now he really must be dreaming, right? His heart burns and he can't believe that his fumbling, silly, tangent had led him down the good ending route.

While his hair gives away his feelings, he's not one to have control over his expressions either. A toothy grin makes its way onto his face. A little boost of confidence for 'winning' this game seeps through him. His hands fall to his sides and, for a moment, he's proud.

"Of course, I would have! It's only natural for me to do so, fuehehe!"

For such a genius, he can be an idiot. A cute one. Your cute idiot.

[early2000smovieimagines]

Meeting and Dating Ahkmenrah

(Not my gif)(Requested by anonymous)

(This movie was my childhood. Brings back so many good memories ...and crushes.)

- You’d worked at quite a few museums in your day but none of them were quite like the Museum of Natural History; a fact you’d be made aware of very suddenly and without warning.

- You were somewhat new to the building, hired to do work on the exhibits since you were skilled in restoration and design. You weren’t a night worker, at least you weren’t supposed to be, but you’d accidentally dropped something as you were leaving your office and were forced to stay late to clean it up.

- After a few moments of sweeping, you’d heard a commotion upstairs and as you went to leave the museum; and investigate, you’d walked straight into the beautiful chaos of a night at the museum.

- Let’s just say that Larry had a lot to explain, all of which you took surprisingly well; though you didn’t have much of a choice now did you?

- Ahkmenrah spotted you from across the museum and watched as you made your way around the new magical world, staring at every person and thing in awe. He spied on you throughout the night and found that when he’d finally thought it appropriate to approach you, the sun was already beginning to rise.

- So the next day, he asks Larry about you, pretending as though he’s asking for no reason at all. Larry knowingly offers to introduce the two of you and the mummy drops the act, eagerly accepting.

“I’d like that very much, yes.”

- Larry approaches you with the sparkling pharaoh and is soon called away by someone else, leaving the two of you alone to speak. Ahkmenrah motions over to a bench nearby, commenting that it “must be a lot to get used to” as you both take a seat. You laugh in agreement and before you know it, the two of you are engaged in a conversation.

- Ahkmenrah’s sweet, he’s charming, he’s handsome, and he’s quite enamored with you; though you don’t know that just yet.

- Soon enough, it’s time for the sun to rise and he takes notice, begrudgingly standing and admitting that he “must say goodbye”. You respond with a somewhat disappointed goodbye yourself, watching as he begins to walk away before he turns and says “I should like to see you tomorrow ...to continue our conversation” to which you happily agree.

- The two of you become close fairly quickly. Anytime he spots you in a room, he makes a beeline towards you; both because he really likes you and because he’s somewhat awkward himself.

- He always likes being there for you, considering you’re new and not used to all that history coming to life stuff. He takes pride in being your guide and sort of likes the feeling of you depending on him a bit.

- Your “friendship” takes an obvious romantic turn, particularly; and outwardly, on his side; I say “friendship” because it was probably somewhat obvious from that he liked you more than that even from the beginning.

- He compliments you, oftentimes earnestly and quietly calling you beautiful, uses any excuse to touch you and your clothes, etc. He awes you with talks of Egypt and sweeps you off your feet quite easily. It’s really only a matter of time before the two of you get together.

- That “time” comes one day as you’re both sitting all alone. The room is dark and warmly lit and you’re sitting so close that his knees are touching yours. His hands hold yours as he speaks quietly to you and your face is leaned in close so that you can hear him.

- And then it just happens, your faces close in and you kiss, his grasp tightening around your hands.

- You’re interrupted by one of the others, most likely Larry who quickly apologizes and mentions something about the sun coming up before leaving the two of you be. Ahkmenrah turns back to you, saying something along the lines of “so we must once again say goodbye” with a small smile.

“It would appear so.” You respond, though you’re hesitant to move from your place. But alas, the sun has to rise and you have to go home.

“Tomorrow then,” He smiles at you, giving your hand one last squeeze. “...My queen.”

- You leave that morning, eager for the daylight to go and for you to be reunited with your newfound lover once more.

- Ahkmenrahs from ancient Egypt so I’m sure he isn’t particularly accustomed to “normal” Pda. That being said, he is somewhat dorky and practically has an entire hall to himself so he either just gives you innocent pda or the two of you go to his exhibit; and not have to worry about anyone seeing you.

- He’s been locked up in a sarcophagus for about fifty years; or more, so he’s arguably a bit touch starved. He’s always trying to touch you in some way and absolutely loves it whenever you touch him.

- He likes holding both your hands in his, occasionally bringing one of them to his lips. He just likes touching your hands in general if we’re being honest.

- Gentle caresses. He’s in love, leave him alone.

- Forehead and cheek kisses. He likes prolonging the amount of time his lips spend on your skin; a normal prolonged amount of time of course.

- Long, soft kisses.

- Loving makeout sessions. His hands roam your back and pull you in as close as they can whenever you have one.

- He likes laying between your legs and/or resting his head in your lap.

- Cuddling with your arms wrapped around each other and your head resting against his shoulder. He likes laying and talking with you, playing with the fingers that lay on his chest.

- Having his robes draped over and around you.

- He likes having you with him at all times, both because he’s protective of you and because he can’t bear to be away from you for more than a few hours.

- You’ll usually hang back and cling to his arm whenever you’re standing together. He likes feeling your presence at his side and the light grip you have on him.

- A bit clingy. He only gets to see you at night and has been alone for quite some time, of course he’s gonna want to be around you as much as possible.

- He always gets somewhat flustered when you give him gifts; particularly sweet things like flowers. You would have sworn you’d given him your underwear with the way he smiles and blushes in response.

- Ahkmenrah was the favorite son so he was a bit spoiled as a child. That being said, he’s surprisingly humble and sweet for a pharaoh that was given the best of everything.

- He’s probably teared up a little because of you at some point, whether it be your actions or just the fact that you’re there with him. He can get a bit emotional at times.

- Dancing together. We all saw how beautifully that man can move.

- Sneaking him out every once in a while. He really likes your apartment; even if you’re sort of embarrassed because he’s a literal pharaoh and lived in a temple when he was alive.

- Movie dates. They’re the easiest thing to do with him and he’s missed out on pretty much all of them so he’s got a lot of catching up to do.

- Listening to music together.

- Considering his time at Cambridge and just the way he is, he may or may not wax poetic about or at you on occasion. He gets a little embarrassed when he realizes that he’s doing it but it’s the sweetest thing you’ve ever heard/seen.

- Compliments and lots of them; usually paired with a term of endearment.

- He uses a lot of pet names on you, usually somewhat old fashioned ones. My dear, my sun, my queen, etc.

- He’s the cutest when posing for photos. He tries to look all regal in the beginning but it quickly dissolves into the adorable dorkiness that you know so well.

- The boy is lovestruck. He could sit and watch you do nothing with this look of unwavering love on his face for hours. Need to do some work? Thats totally fine. He’ll just sit there and love you.

- Please let him braid your hair. There’s just something that’s so relaxing and sweet about it to him.

- He has a hard time saying no to you. You’re his queen after all, you should have everything you could ever dream of; and he’s just too sweet to deny nearly anyone.

- Polite and respectful, Ahkmenrah is a gentleman with incredibly good manners. You’ll never be disappointed in his behavior.

- Helping Larry and him take care of the museum and tablet.

- Teaching him about all he’s missed.

- Always having a translator. He certainly comes in handy when you’re traveling around the museum and run into some “hostile” exhibits.

- Getting quietly and excitedly told a bunch of stories. He’s always so adorably eager to tell you about his life; whether it be about Ancient Egypt or more present times.

- He wants to introduce you to his parents so badly; though he’s somewhat embarrassed by them. Maybe you’ll transfer to the London museum for a bit?

- Getting bragged about. He always makes you sound cooler than you really are, though in your case, that’s just how he sees you.

- Stopping him from making morbid comments; oftentimes at the wrong time, or just giving him a look. He’s got a sort of different view on what’s exactly an acceptable thing to say.

“Too dark?”

- Sharing looks and making comments to each other.

- He’s always so gentle and caring with you; especially when you’re hurt or upset. He prides himself on being by your side and taking care of you.

- He’s a fairly patient person; especially with you. I mean, he’s had to wait a lot more than a few years to be let out of his sarcophagus so one can assume that he’d be good at that sort of thing.

- He’s not a terribly jealous person. Arguably, if you choose to be in a difficult relationship with a mummy, then you obviously want that relationship, right? He’s loyal and he expects you to be as well; that’s how it was in his times.

- That being said: if someone shows interest in you then he’ll get a bit jealous; though he’ll save his real jealousy for when he gets to see how you respond to them and how they respond to him making it known that you’re together.

- The museum can certainly get a bit dangerous at times; and he can only be there for you when you’re there, so of course he’ll be protective of and worry about you. He looks out for you and tells you to be careful every time you’re saying goodbye.

- The two of you hardly ever fight or argue, you’re just compatible with each other; and you rarely have the time to do so anyway. Plus, your pharaoh doesn’t have a mean bone in his body and lives to please you, so why would he try to fight with you?

- If he’s somehow done something; which is highly unlikely, he’ll apologize the minute that he realizes he’s upset you or thinks that he has. He’ll give you space if you want or need it and welcomes you back with open arms when you’re ready.

- If you’ve upset him then he’ll do his best to give you the silent treatment and act professional with you; not quite cold but not loving like he usually is. He’ll do so until you apologize and he cracks, shyly accepting your apology and reverting back to his sweet self.

- Lots of I love yous. You’re his queen, what do you expect?

- Your relationship is certainly going to be a bit challenging, but the happiness and love you feel with each other is worth it.

[angelkurenai]

Imagine Pedro being teased and questioned about how close he is with you, Gal’s adopted sister, and trying his best to hide the fact that you are actually dating.

“So, Gal, I am going to direct this question mostly at you but of course anyone can get to answer. I actually wanted to know your opinion about it.” Conan said, as Gal herself nodded her head with a smile.

“Oh, please, with pleasure.”

“There have been several photos, and I do not mean just from paps or professionals. Even you on your personal instagram posted a few. Which, to say the least, broke the internet as we all saw.”

“Yeah uh truth is my instagram wasn't working for several hours afterwards and I thought it was just me but then I kept asking others and got the same reply from everyone! Turns out, we caused a blackout of sorts.” Gal laughed, admitting to it before looking away in embarrassment while the rest of the cast nodded their heads as if almost giving her a a playful glare, even through the screen of the computer.

“And the reason behind that, who would have thought, a couple photos!” Jimmy nodded his head “Your sister, your adopted sister (Y/n), came to visit you on the set of Wonder Woman 1984. It was, for lack of better words, a historic moment not just for instagram who crashed because of the popularity of the photos but also for comic book fans worldwide. It was the closest we could get to a Marvel and DC crossover.”

“You say that because she was in her costume in some of them yeah?” Gal asked with a bright smile, always loving to talk about her little sister as Conan nodded his head “Yes, it was (Y/n)'s idea and everyone knows it, I can never say no to my little sister. Plus, she was right; we had so much fun fooling around in our costumes! I had more fun than I've ever had on a set of a movie before. And, yes, I almost always enjoy the movies I'm in, but this one- this one was truly something else! We- almost everyone, I think, played along as we acted as our characters and filmed some scenes just for laughs. I really really hope they make it into the bloopers somehow.”

“So you're planning on taking down youtube next, I see. I see.” the host nodded his head with playfully narrowed eyes, seeming all suspicious and making everyone laugh.

“No, no I swear! I don't want to!” she said in between laughter “We all had so much fun and an amazing time on set and in front of the cameras, playing superheroes that it would be incredible for the fans to see! It's- Really, it is kind of an unofficial crossover that should make it to the internet at least!”

“I'll have to-” Patty spoke up “I'll have to give it to Gal, she is right. (Y/n) had this amazing idea and creative at the same time because she had a small plot in her mind and lines and everything concerning the set. We all did a small setup and filmed it and, honestly, it came out to be real good!”

“Patty is no even exaggerating and Gal is certainly right. We had so much fun filming that small crossover, and (Y/n)'s ideas were brilliant! Fans will definitely love it!” Kristen said in addition.

“She truly is an incredibly talented, smart and creative person, besides an absolute darling. So kind to everyone and sweet, we all couldn't get enough of her. And-” Patty raised a finger “I will say it here once more because Gal has heard it before: the fastest we've filmed a scene in this movie. And it was all thanks to how professional she was, it was truly incredible!”

“Well, I can't ever deny it, my little sister is the biggest star there is! Oscars or other awards aside, she proves how great she is on every set on her own!”

“And you are definitely her biggest fan, as we all can clearly tell.” Conan pointed out with a small laugh “Speaking of, I think we do have someone who could only be described as your main rival on that sweet stop of being your sister's number one fan. Someone who hasn't been shy about expressing his admiration about (Y/n) but who has yet to utter a word.” Conan looked back up from his papers and said someone almost felt his heart jump in fear and nervousness, hoping that at least nobody noticed that he was indeed being silent for a reason “Pedro, you're being uncharacteristically quiet about this one, especially for something that caused Instagram to crash within thirty minutes of the photos being uploaded. I'm not- I'm not used to this from you. Come on, talk to me. Say what's on your mind.”

“This is oddly- I'm getting strange deja vu vibes here. Must be cause of that one time I visited a therapist. Long story short, it was only one session for me and about hm at least 25 for him. I heard he's still going to a therapist now.” he shrugged casually, earning laughter from everyone. He chuckled slightly himself, glancing over the screen of his computer while trying his best to keep anything from showing on his face even more so his smile, rubbing the back of his neck.

“I mean-” he cleared his throat “Ah man, what else can I say? The ladies have spoken, and they've said exactly what- I believe anyone that gets the opportunity to work with (Y/n) or watch her movies would agree she is one of a kind.” he shrugged softly with an adorable smile “Besides, it feels like anything I say is just going to be used against me, so I- I better keep on silently observing. That does seem like it's the safest option here.”

Pedro's laugh was more of a nervous if not awkward one, but he was pretty confident it was just no different to how he would usually laugh away questions he didn't want to answer in interviews. Most celebrities did the same, he wouldn't be the first nor the last, so he didn't expect Conan to insist any further. He didn't want to push his luck, he had been really successful (if not blessed after all these close calls) with all these online interviews to not have everything revealed by accident, so now especially with the current topic, he didn't feel like messing things up. He loved this privacy, he didn't want to lose it not yet, he wanted you and this all to himself for now. And he wanted the story of how you met, of how over that one month and a half on set he felt himself fall in love with you.

And yet... Yet, he was probably a weak man, a man who couldn't help but indulge even if he knew it could probably get him in trouble. You were worth it, though, you were worth all of it and as you were his weakest spot and so indulge he did. He slowly chewed on his lower lip and he so subtly looked over the screen of his computer.

His eyes fell on you, still splayed on his bed, book in one hand and steaming mug on the nightstand – your nightstand on your side of the bed, the thought of which made his heart flutter inside his chest – hair slightly messy, that oversized Mandalorian shirt on, which you'd gotten all excited amongst many many more fandom related toys a couple months ago and couldn't wait for him to see. A shirt which had, inevitably, ended up being taken off you barely ten minutes later starting from him stealing kisses and leading to the two of you making love till the very morning in between endless giggles. The pup you'd gotten – the both of you – not so long ago made a small noise drawing your attention for a short moment as you kept petting him, the both of you too tired to do anything else after an exhausting day of playing. Pedro couldn't complain, although he'd been a part of it he had mostly spent time filming everything even if you hadn't been the one to ask him to, he couldn't help it.

It was something that the both of you decided on and although you hadn't said it out loud, you both knew and at least Pedro hoped, that it was the next step, a very important one, in your relationship besides you moving in with him. To be responsible for another living being together was, if not a test, at least a way to see how well you could cooperate. And, if he could say so himself, you had been doing great so far.

“Good morning, darling. Here for morning kisses? Yes? Come up here.” your giggles were able to warm him more than the sunlight coming through the window “Ooooh someone really loves mommy, don't you?”

And then your words set his entire being alight. Or more specifically that one particular word.

“Well-” he stretched a bit, his arms finding your waist again to bring you closer and cuddle with you “Who doesn't love mommy in this house?” he couldn't help it as his smile turned into a lovestruck grin “Morning, mi amor.”

“Good morning, darling.” you pecked his lips “And don't worry, mommy loves daddy back, enough to make up for the rest of the world.”

As if reading his mind, you chose to look up from your book at him, smiling as you held his gaze for a good few seconds. So much love was evident, even in those few seconds, he could almost feel his own heart burst. Yet another reason for him to control his reactions from showing just how much on high on happiness and love he was. You shook your head, eyes wide as you heard Conan speak again, you playfully mouthed to him “Focus!”

As subtly as possible he tried to clear his throat and taking the mug of coffee that was beside his computer, he took a sip and decided to focus on it as much as he could. Until the subject changed, at least.

“...Wise man. I feel you, so don't worry I'll leave you to it.” if only he knew the big sigh of relief Pedro tried to hold back as Conan continued “It's the tactic I follow 99% of the time when I'm out with my wife, just smile and wave kind of thing. Alright-” he nodded his head in thought “Alright, well, let me ask you all something else. You keep saying in front of the cameras and talking about this small crossover, but I assume she must have been around for longer than that, yes?”

“Yes, yes she was there for at least a month, a month and a half I think. She was on vacation, after being done with filming, and she decided that before heading home that she'd come by and visit us. It was meant to be for a short period of time. She loved the place... the people, perhaps, how could I know for sure?” she shrugged not looking innocent in the least bit, earning a few laughs.

“Anyway-” she cleared her throat “And you see before she knew it, before we all did, one week turned into two turned into three and so on. It-” she chuckled “She was around on set and with us on all those beautiful locations we were in. And while we were all working and walking around with purpose and the need to finish this scene with so much pressure on- on our shoulders and she was just sitting around with a iced coffee or tea on her hand, sunglasses on and phone on the other hand looking she didn't have a single care in the world. It kind of made everyone a little bit jealous to be honest.”

“A little? Cause I sense that there's more than you're letting on, Gal. Come on, spill the tea.”

“Alright more than a little.” she laugh “I mean, it wasn't all the time, of course. Just the first couple days mostly but you can imagine how it was. It seemed like she did it on purpose sometimes.”

“Twistin' the knife even deeper, that's what she's best at. Oh I know!” Conan nodded his head “I'm actually afraid to invite her on the show because I fear how bad she'll roast me. Andy-” he laughed “Andy is the only one who has the most fun during those interviews.”

“I know right? Boy you tell me!” Gal exclaimed “That little shit. I adore her to no end but I really had the hardest of time when she was around. She just had to make comments on everything she could, especially when I was acting. I couldn't stop laughing sometimes, but nobody got mad at her. It was always my fault somehow!”

“I mean she's just so sweet, how could we be mad at her?” Patty added.

“She messed up so many of my scenes!” Gal pretended to be angry but her smile gave it away “But it's true, I couldn't even be mad at her. I don't get to see her that often, because of the work we both do, so I would give anything to have my sister with me like that every other chance I got. Even if I got all the blame for it, there's nothing I wouldn't do for her, you understand.”

“Aw that's- that's incredibly sweet, actually. It's- that's the exact opposite of me and my brother so no I can't really understand to be honest, but alright.” Conan laughed “Well, then, you really got your chance this time, right? You had the opportunity to spend all this time with her. When you were not working of course.”

“I...” Gal trailed off, her smile turning into a mischievous one but the rest of her expression trying to remain innocent, and failing at it because she truly wasn't even trying “Well, I would say yes. And I would agree with you. And I would even ramble about the wonderful two months I spent with my sister... If that had been the case. If I had really seen her for more than a week total, then yeah I would say that.”

“Wha- P-Pardon me?” Conan blinked in surprise “Didn't you j-just say your sister was with you on set for about two months? Or have I been in a parallel universe all this time and I just now came back to our reality?”

“Oh no it's very much our reality but I also did mean what I said. My sister was on set, and I did see her quiet often. But did I spend almost all of my free time with her? Did she spend hers with me? Nope. And that-” again with a far-from-innocent shrug “That is probably the only question I can answer. What she did? Did she have fun?... Who she was with? I wish I knew. What I know is I wasn't the one closest to her on set.”

“So you're telling me, (Y/n) was on set full of people she didn't really know, and you, her sister, barely spent any time with her? I'm gonna assume the rest of you didn't spend more time with her compared to Gal, right?” he asked and got nods from everyone, well, everyone who had their eyes on their screen and therefore looking at Conan, because there was still one that would avoid eye-contact even through the screen “Well, then, who was closest to her on set, if not you?”

“She, well-” Gal paused, smile all too sweet as she added “There could be someone...”

Said someone who couldn't even look up from his mug of coffee, as if it was the most interesting thing in the entire world, and didn't dare say a word for fearing of messing things up; even if his silence spoke volumes as it was. A silence which was... even more intense than before. Even more... real. Probably because it wasn't just in his head, probably because it wasn't just from his part.

Blinking several times, he slowly raised his head to look up from his mug and at the screen of his computer. Only to be met with the eyes of the rest of the group staring at... well, they were staring at the screen of their own computers but for some reason – a reason which he knew all too well – he felt like all eyes were suddenly on him. And they probably were. Because Gal was being nice about it but almost everyone had noticed how much time you had spent with Pedro during those almost two months. You had just met back then so they didn't imply anything back then but now... now they could just as well do so.

“I-” he laughed and he hated how nervous he sounded “Is it time to talk about my character?” he asked almost shyly, nearly praying on the inside that they would say yes and let him change the subject “Well, Max Lord is a guy who-”

“Are you trying to change the subject there, Pedro? One can wonder why.” Conan narrowed his eyes “Come on, don't be shy. Share your opinion here, or maybe your personal experience. Since I am assuming you do have one?”

“Yes, Pedro, why don't you share your opinion with us?” Gal raised an eyebrow, small smirk on her lips “You've been particularly interested in that drink the past couple minutes apparently.”

“I-” Pedro paused, before shaking his head with a laugh “This is going to be a long interview. I can tell.”

[glitteryglitter]

Violin Recital

𝙰𝙽: Once again, this was requested on and plagiarized from my Wattpad, so if you’ve seen it before, that’s why! 

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: None! 

𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: Millard Nullings x Violinist! Reader

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝:  1059

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Y/n had been practicing for months now and their concert was coming up in a week.

Y/n knew some of their friends (and a certain Boyfriend) absolutely adored classical music.

That day, they set out to ask everyone in the loop to a concert they would be playing at.

First up, was the one and only Millard Nullings.

They sauntered into a sitting room where he was seated, reading a book.

"Millard, I was wondering...do you want to come to a concert? I'll be playing a piece and I know how much you like classical music."

"Of course! I love hearing you practice, why wouldn't I come? In fact- I'll talk to the others! I'm sure they'd absolutely love going as well. If that would be alright with you that is. "

“Really, Millard? you'd do that?”

Naturally, Millard being the lovely boyfriend he was responded. "Of course love, you're talented and I love hearing you play! I'm sure the others do too."

Y/n broke out into a huge smile.

Millard pressed a kiss on their cheek. "Now, let's go find the others and see if they'll attend."

Hand in hand, they perused the house in search of people to invite.

After some time, several of the peculiars had agreed.

Fiona, Hugh, Horace, Olive, Emma, Jacob, and finally, after a bit of cajoling on Horace's part, Enoch, had all agreed to attend.

Naturally, Miss Peregrine stated that they would go nowhere without her so she would also be attending.

Y/n's excitement was only growing. This would be the first time any of the others heard them perform with an accompanist!

Of course, the others had heard faint music drifting from their room, practicing was a must, but no one had attended a concert with Y/n-ever.

Y/n was determined not to blow it.

Several days later, the group and Y/n, violin in hand, clad in a gorgeous outfit, had arrived at the concert hall.

They all filed in and found their seats. Meanwhile, just before Y/n had gone away to tune, practice a scale, and their piece, they felt a hand on theirs.

Y/n nearly dropped their violin.

"HOLY F-"

"Y/n, it's me, Millard"

"Oh, sorry"

"It's alright" Millard murmured laughing softly

Y/n gave his hand a quick squeeze.

"Good luck, love. You will play beautifully. I know it" Millard whispered.

"Thank you, Millard" y/n replied.

"Now, enjoy the show."

"I will. Have fun."

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It was finally Y/n's turn to play.

They shakily walked on stage and put their sheet music on the stand.

It was only a three-page concertino but it still felt a bit stressful.

The accompanist found their music and placed it on the piano.

Y/n took a few deep breaths, looked at the accompanist, nodded, and the first few notes rang out in the concert hall.

As Y/n played, they felt the familiar somewhat comforting, somewhat terrifying, yet exhilarating feeling of all eyes being on them.

They remembered Millard in the audience, all their friends as well, and lastly, the feeling that if they messed up, it was all on them. y/n quickly re-focused on their sheet music.

They wouldn't want the hardest part to come up while daydreaming about their boyfriend.

Y/n played smoothly through the piece with only one slightly off note that no one seemed to notice.

Applause rang through the hall as y/n smiled and walked off the stage.

Finally, they could breathe freely.

As Y/n walked off the stage, they were confronted with Millard with an arm full of roses. "Surprise! That was beautiful, love."

"Millard, are those for me? I-"

"See? I told you that you'd be amazing. I thought it was only fitting to get beautiful flowers for an even more beautiful s/o"

Y/n blushed profusely.

"Thank you so much, Millard I absolutely love them." Y/n chirped, sniffing the flowers."

Then, they noticed something. Four of the peculiars, Fiona, Hugh, and Olive were gone.

Millard and Y/n went to their seats where Miss Peregrine, Enoch, and Horace remained, Horace fully enraptured with the music and Enoch looking somewhat dejected.

"They had to go- there was something they had to do"

"Oh, okay. Is everything alright? did someone get hurt?" Y/n questioned anxiously.

"No, everyone's fine, love. don't worry. Emma just called and said she needed help. She just set something on fire and left early to get a replacement."

"Okay" Y/n relaxed slightly but couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't completely as it seemed.

They decided to shrug it off and focus on the performance.

Y/n also loved classical music, however, the bad vibes just would not leave.

By the time the concert was done, Y/n had a knot in their stomach.

Something was amiss, they could feel it.

All the way home the feeling only grew.

It kept on gathering and growing until Y/n reached the door where the feeling had reached its absolute worst.

They hesitated slightly, concerned as to what they may find.

Could it be that there had been a robbery? Had Emma set fire to a room?

Y/n didn't have to worry much longer about opening the door or anything, as it was promptly flung open.

"Surprise!" Hugh, Fiona, Olive, and Emma ushered the group in.

Streamers, balloons, and confetti adorned Jacob's house.

"This is- for me?" Y/n marveled in disbelief as they picked up a cupcake adorned with frosting and berries.

"Absolutely! You invited us to one of your concerts so we wanted to say thank you in the best way we could," Hugh exclaimed.

"It was actually all Millard's idea" Emma remarked.

"You did this?" Y/n turned to where they assumed he was.

"I may have suggested it," Millard said sheepishly.

"Oh, Millard, thank you! I love it!" Y/n breathed, blushing profusely.

Just at that moment, Horace burst in practically dragging a rather lovestruck Enoch behind.

"LET'S PARTYYY!" Horace shrieked. He'd clearly found the soda and was on a sugar high.

Oh gosh, I'll go...Manage him" Emma whispered.

As the group split up and mingled a bit, the two found a moment alone.

Millard and Y/n stood together, as it happened, in the exact place Y/n had asked Millard to their performance.

"Thank you for attending my concert, Millard" Y/n said, eyes filled with adoration.

"Of course. You know I love classical music, and you know I love you!"

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[tacticaldiary]

BRO BRO BRO HI I JUST READ UR OIKAWA X READER FIC CALLED LOSING AND I NEED A PART TWO ISTG- ITS VERY GOOD FJSHDBDHDBDB

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Losing Pt.2

Part 1

Genre: Fluff, a lil angst

Pairing: Reader x Tooru Oikawa

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It was surprisingly easy to avoid Oikawa. All Y/N had to do was look for the gaggle of lovestruck fangirls and then get out of the vicinity. That doesn’t mean it didn’t hurt when she heard him call out after her desperately. She had managed to avoid him for a week. A whole 7 days without Oikawa. 

Now that she had time to think, Y/N realises why he acted out like that. He had been tired and was hurting, with no clear outlet for his frustrations. She knew he wasn’t a violent person, by nature, that was more of an Iwaizumi thing. He preferred to show his love straightforwardly with affectionate gestures,  so she had been scared and taken aback to see him act like that. 

Y/N rubs her forearm at the memory. The bruise had mostly faded, only visible if you looked really closely. She missed him a lot, his warm hugs and affectionate gestures, his voice and his smiles, but nothing could excuse him physically hurting her, and Y/N refused to talk to him until he found a way to fix things. If he only saw her as a ‘problem’, then maybe they both would be better off without each other. 

Shaking her head the thought, she continues walking down the school hallway. THe last lesson had ended 15 minutes ago and Y/N had been hanging around the classroom in an attempt to avoid Oikawa, who had taken it upon himself to wait outside her classes. He usually left after waiting for a bit, probably assuming Y/N had already left. 

He furrows his eyebrows when the doors to the gymnasium don’t budge. Checking his pocket for the keys, which he really shouldn’t need to use because the whole team was supposed to be here by now, he sighs when he remembers how Iwaizumi had asked to have them this morning. Practise wasn’t cancelled today, as far as he knew, so why wasn’t anyone opening the door. 

“Hello?” he bangs on the door, pausing when he hears the squeaking of shoes on the floorboards. The door fly open to reveal Iwaizumi.

“Iwa-Chan! Are you trying to lock me out?” he says, moving to push past him into the gym, where he could see the rest of his team already warming up. 

He makes it about five steps in before he’s yanked back out. Letting out a sound of surprise. He regains his footing and stares at Iwaizumi, who is looking at him with scowl. 

“You’re an asshole, you know that?”

Oh. He knew then. 

“I know.” he crosses his arms. 

“Have you even tried to fix it?” “Of course I have! I just can’t get a hold of her, she’s avoiding me, Iwa-chan!” he huffs, frowning.

“She has every right too.” he sighs. Glancing at something over his best friends shoulder, he says. “Don’t screw this up” before walking back into the gym, shutting the door in Oikawa’s face when he tries to follow. 

He turns his back to the doors, about to yell something about Iwaizumi being mean, but freezes when he sees Y/N standing there, just as stunned as he is. They make eye-contact briefly, before Y/N shifts her gaze to the floor and starts walking past him.

Oikawa moves to block her path. “Y/N-chan, please...hear me out.” he says.

She considers it and sighs, still staring at the ground in front of his feet stubbornly. “What do you want Oikawa-”

“Tooru.” he blurts out before he can stop himself. “It-...can it still be Tooru?”

She blinks in surprise and shifts her gaze up to him. He had a pained, slightly hopeful expression on his face. “Why should it be?”

“Because I miss you.” he moves closer to her, and tallies it up as progress when she doesn’t move away. “I miss you so much, I can’t think properly.”

“Well you should have thought of that before you...” she trails off rubbing her forearm subconsciously. The movement doesn’t escape his eyes, and he frowns when he sees the remnants of the bruise. His bruise. 

He gingerly reaches out and gently grasps her arm, checking to see that she was okay with it, before carefully bringing it up to his face to have a closer look. Running his thumb over the patch of skin, he whispers.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry Y/N-chan. I didn’t mean to hurt you.” his voice gets slightly louder. “You know I’d never hurt you on purpose right? It was an accident. I want to say that I’ll be more careful next time, but there won’t be a next time, ever, I swear.” his tone gets more desperate, willing her to believe him, pleading with her to see he means it.

“Oikawa, It’s-” he swears he’s never hated his last name this much before and he cuts her off

“You’re not a problem Y/N-chan, I promise. I was just...frustrated, I guess. You’re one of the best things that’s ever happened to me. Please forgive me, I miss you so damn much. I don’t want to lose you.” he brings her palm to his cheek and looks at her pleadingly. 

“It’s alright...Tooru.” she smiles a little, amused by the way his face lights up. “I’m not going anywhere. I just want you to stop pushing yourself so much.”

He nods, his body relaxing with relief. When she pulls him forward for an embrace, he eagerly complies, throwing his arms around her and burying his face in her shoulder. God, he missed this. He missed her, he thinks, pecking her temple sweetly.

After a few moments, he takes her by the hand intertwining their fingers and grabs her bag from where it had fallen on the floor. He pulls her along with him as they walk towards the front gates. 

“Tooru, the gym’s back that way.”

He glancing back for a second, before grinning at Y/N. “Practise can wait.”

The statement leaves Y/N shell-shocked. Never in her life did she think she’d hear those words from his mouth. 

“Y/N-chan, you’re gonna catch flies.” he grins and continues to pull her along. “Come on! I’m thinking we get ice-cream.”

“Y-yeah, that works.”

They walk together, falling easily into their old pattern of banter and all the both of them can think is how much they missed this.

Requests are open

[wastelandcth]

We’re Going Home - cth

part of nation of two

summary: Petra reminisces on Calum’s first date mistake and how the safety of a car changed her world. Calum thinks of a place to runaway to. 

author’s notes: This was a lot of fluff and me looking out the window while it rained. Enjoy!

warnings: Not much, just two lovestruck fools missing one another.

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Calum had never been a fan of the rain. It reminded him of early mornings when he'd wake up to the rainstorms outside his window and how the ache in his bones practically begged him to stay in bed and drift off to sleep for a little while longer. The rain was just another disturbance in his life. If it rained, his soccer practice would get canceled and he'd have to walk back home, the rain soaking his clothes and weighing down his backpack. Once the band had taken off, the occasional rainstorm put another sour mood on Calum. Outdoor shows would get canceled or delayed, leaving Calum to stare out of the tour bus window as rain droplets raced to the bottom of the windows. If the rainstorm was severe enough, planes he needed to take would get grounded until the storm passed and he wouldn't catch his connecting flight. The rain also meant that sometimes plans he had that included Calum being outside would end with him soaked and left shivering, his bones aching for warmth and dryness the rain usually scared away. The rain outside of Calum's hotel window filled him with a sadness he couldn't quite explain. Maybe it was the fact that the tour had been taking a toll on his body and that he missed his bed and his mug he always used in the mornings while at home.

Or maybe it was the fact that Petra was showing him the view from whatever restaurant she'd been eating at.

"I'm telling you, the second you've settled back in here at home, I'm taking you here and you're going to eat the best french toast you've ever had," Petra said, her camera showing the Pacific Ocean in all it's vastness.

Calum had never been one for jealousy. But as he watched the blue sky and blue ocean on his screen, his body ached with a want to be there next to the woman he loved. He'd do anything to be sitting next to Petra at a cafe, eating amazing french toast and watching the ocean waves. He would do anything to be next to her, holding her hand and listening to her laugh about the way the birds seem to hover above their table in order to steal a french fry or two. So yes, Calum was jealous.

As Petra looked out at the ocean, from where she'd been sat enjoying a glass of ice tea, she couldn't help but chuckle at herself. She'd been trying to get out more and more these days. With Calum gone, she wouldn't have to worry much about having to stop whenever Calum was spotted by fans and waiting for them to chat for a bit before continuing their errands. She'd gotten used to the dates she'd go on with herself, eventually timing them out so that she'd be able to talk to Calum for at least a few minutes before he'd be whisked off to his next engagement with the band. Their first date had also been close to disastrous, according to Calum who told Petra later on, because of his band's engagements. But Petra had just laughed and assured Calum second chances were worth giving.

Petra had arrived at the coffee shop a few minutes early, wanting to save a secluded table for both her and Calum. She knew who he was, of course, she knew who Calum Hood was, and she assumed he'd want privacy when it came to things like first dates. so arriving a few minutes early to get the table near the back of the coffee shop was just something she'd wanted to do for him. The coffee shop had been one that Petra had only been to once when she'd gotten lost after a wrong turn and had ended up in the neighborhood. The outside of the building was a white brick, reminding Petra a lot of those old western stores in the movies.

The inside of the coffee shop, which had smelled of fresh coffee and pastries, had large lamps overhead, giving the already bright building an even brighter indoors. The dark green tiles and dark wood accents around the inside were calming, feeling like a place where Petra could sit down for hours and read a book. Usually, she'd bring a book with her wherever she went, but she had left her most recent read in the backseat of her car, not expecting to have much time to read while out on a date. She'd be too busy getting to know the man with pretty brown eyes who she knew was talented enough to get anyone he wanted, and yet he still chose to invite her out to coffee.

"So, Petra, what do you think about coffee?" he'd asked over the phone one day.

They'd been doing this for a while now, talking over the phone during the slow moments of the day where each other's company was comfortable. Petra had learned a lot about Calum during the soft voices exchanged over phone calls. She'd learned that his favorite snack at the moment was fruit gummies even if it made him sound childish, which it didn't. She'd learned that he'd been busy writing a new album with his band and that usually meant he'd disappear off the face of the earth for a couple of days when inspiration hit, but he'd always try and send her a picture or funny meme to let her know he was still very much alive. Petra had learned that Calum, although usually quiet and reserved according to himself, could talk for hours about anything that crossed his mind during those moments in their calls.

"I don't think I'm well versed in coffee if I'm honest," Petra had admitted, "I never know what to order whenever I do end up at a coffee shop."

"Well, how about we go out and find your drink? I know a great spot where we can start," Calum said happily, "You up for it?"

"Yeah, that sounds fun, as long as I don't develop a caffeine addiction," she teased and looked over at her calendar, "How about Wednesday?"

"It's a date."

And it was almost a date, except for the fact that Petra had sat at the coffee shop for almost an hour and had yet to see Calum. Sure, LA was known for having horrible traffic and Petra herself had gotten stuck in it while on her way to the shop, but an hour with no text or calls from Calum had just made her cranky and annoyed. She'd ordered a coffee by herself, regretting her choice as soon as the bitter liquid hit her tongue, and had forced herself to finish it before she eventually decided to call the date done and over with. The walk back to her car had been quick, her head throbbing with annoyance and a hint of embarrassment. She'd been halfway home when her phone rang, Calum's name played across the screen.

"Petra, I'm so sorry!" Calum breathed out, "I know I said I'd been there almost two hours ago but things got crazy at the studio and I know that sounds shitty but I hope you can forgive me and maybe I can make it up to you!"

If Petra had known Calum at least a little less than she did, she would've never picked up the call, she would've let him go to voicemail and maybe not even call him back ever. But she knew Calum wouldn't have stood her up on purpose and she knew that if they really were going to make something more of their phone calls and occasional flirting over text, she'd have to understand what his job entailed sometimes. She was an adult, she knew dating meant sometimes people make mistakes and that working around them was what would make it worth it in the end. 

"Calum, it's...I'm not going to say it's fine because I would've appreciated even just a text saying what was happening,' she sighed, "But maybe we can try again soon, yeah? I had a pretty shitty coffee again, which I am blaming on you," she said with a teasing tone, hoping that Calum caught on to it.

"How about tonight?" Calum asked, his voice hesitant as if he was expecting rejection, "I could pick you up and we can just drive around, maybe pick up some of those burgers you were telling me about? I promise to be on time."

Petra had ended up agreeing to his second first date proposal because he sounded genuine and she couldn't help the flutter in her heart at the mention of the burgers. She'd told Calum about them almost a month ago and knowing he'd remember such a small detail made her a little more hopeful about this working out after all.

"I'll text you my address," Petra chuckled out, "Drive safe, okay?"

Calum's car, which would become a haven for them both at different times in the future, was quiet as they both looked out at the city lights. Their stomachs were full, the burgers and french fries they'd shared making their silence a comfortable one. Calum had profusely apologized the second that Petra's door had opened, the bouquet of flowers in his arms a peace treaty as both of them rode off into the evening.

"The flowers, they're from the same flower shop?" Petra asked as she glanced over at Calum. who'd been focusing on the road.

"Oh, um, yeah," Calum chuckled, "Apparently the cashier and manager were taking bets to see if we'd gather the nerves to go on a date or not," he mumbled, his cheeks flushing as he turned his head to look at her, "Had to tell them about tonight."

"Bets?" Petra laughed and shook her head, "Cherly and Carly, right? The one with the curly hair? She practically bullied me into telling her what had happened when we met," she teased.

The date, which had gone off without another problem or disastrous time issue, had been the most fun Petra had ever had since she'd joined the dating scene in LA. She hadn't expected such a relaxing way to spend her evening to be with an international rock star like Calum. She'd laughed so hard her ribs hurt and had sung out loud in the car with him until her throat was sore. By the end of the night, when the safety of Calum's car had come to an end and the driveway to Petra's house was in view, they both sat in comfortable silence. The engine of the car, which hummed quietly between them, the only noise around as they both glanced at each other.

"I had a lot of fun tonight, I'm glad we did this," Petra said softly, breaking the silence and smiling as she saw the relieved look that washed over Calum's face.

"I'm glad we did too. Again, sorry about earlier today," Calum mumbled and sighed, shaking his head.

"Oh, it's fine, really. Just make sure I get to hear whatever masterpiece you came up with first, yeah?" she teased, leaning over the center console to press a kiss onto his cheek, "Text me when you get home, okay? Drive safe!"

Calum listened to the familiar ring playing from the speaker of his phone, waiting for Petra to pick up. His eyes were busy, focused on the mirror in front of him as he tried to deal with the unruly curls he’d let grow out after Petra insisted on seeing how long they could get. He was halfway across the world, in a hotel he couldn’t pronounce the name of, but it was his last morning there and Petra had no idea that by this time tomorrow he’d be back in her arms. After weeks and weeks of being away, promoting an album that would change the band’s sound and image, Calum was going home to be with his girlfriend. He’d be leaving gloomy Europe, with rainstorms that never seemed to end and accents that he had trouble understanding at times, for the endless sunshine and love that LA had recently shown him. 

“Hi gorgeous,” Petra chuckled as she picked up the phone, “You’re calling quite early for someone who went to bed four hours ago,” she teased. 

“Hi Pebble,” Calum teased, the nickname earning him a groan from across an ocean, “I missed my girlfriend, couldn’t sleep without your snores.” 

“I’ll hang up if you’re just going to tease me,” she threatened with a light laugh, “I miss you too, bub, only a few more days though!” 

“Yeah, you better be ready for me to be stuck to your side for weeks,” he mumbled and chuckled, zipping up his toiletries bag and picking his phone up off the counter, “I’m expecting an amazing brunch spot reservation.” 

“Oh you know me, I’ve got all the connections,” she laughed quietly, “Do you have a busy day today?”

“Mhm, a lot of interviews,” Calum mumbled, his shoulder holding his phone up against his ear as he finished packing the rest of his thumb up, “I’m not sure when I’ll be able to call you again until tomorrow.” 

“That’s fine,” Petra said, the smile evident in the way her voice rose, “You know I’ll still send you an endless amount of pictures and memes.” 

“And I love you for it,” Calum chuckled, “I’ve got to go now, but I’ll talk to you soon?” 

“Of course, have a nice day! Blow them away, bub!” she said happily, her voice warming Calum’s body at the thought that he’d be with her so soon. 

“Will do, Pebbles,” he smirked, laughing quietly as Petra kept her word and hung up the call. 

The ride from the airport back home had been a blur to Calum. All he recalled was stuffing his bags into the back and buckling up, the bright skies and warm weather making him regret the hoodie and thick beanie he’d worn to try and hide from the prying eyes. If he wanted his surprise to truly work, he would need to remain unseen in public. But by the time the car had turned onto the familiar street of his neighborhood, Calum began to squirm in his seat, the excitement of being so close to Petra overcoming him. The car had barely stopped before Calum was unbuckled and out, his bags dragging behind him as he threw out a thank you to his driver as he ran to the front door. The light, which was usually off by the time morning came, was still on; acting as a guiding light for Calum to know that he was truly home.

His key unlocked the front door, leading him into the house he’d begun to call home soon after Petra had come into it, and he was met by the familiar bark of his old dog. Setting his bags down by the entrance, Calum toed off his shoes and pulled off the hoodie that had kept his warmth contained within him. His back ached from the long flight and he was starving, his tummy rumbling at the thought of food, but that wouldn’t stop him from crouching down and petting his dog as he waddled over to him. Duke’s tail wagged from side to side so quickly it was a blur of black and white, his paws landing on Calum’s thighs as he sniffed Calum making sure it was really him. Calum had been so busy greeting his best friend and kissing his stinky head that he hadn’t heard the footsteps coming from the hallways. 

“Duke, I’m sure it was just the mail person again, or the neighbor walking their pup,” Petra mumbled, her eyes widening as she was met with the sight of her boyfriend standing in front of her, “C-Calum?” 

“Hi baby,” Calum grinned, straightening his back out and looking at her with wide eyes, “Surprise!” 

Calum hadn’t had the chance to say much else, the force of Petra running into his arms and hugging him had knocked the breath out of him. His arms wrapped themselves around her waist and pulled her even closer, if that was possible, and Calum’s nose nuzzled against the top of her head. They stayed like that for a few minutes, breathing one another in, making sure that they were both truly in the same room again and this wasn’t some cruel dream they’d both wake up from alone in a bed oceans apart. Petra had been the first one to pull away, her eyes meeting Calum’s before she’d cupped his face in her hands and pulled him in for a kiss. 

“I missed you so much,” she mumbled, leaving kisses in between her words, “What’re you doing here? I thought you still had a few days?” 

“I missed you too,” Calum chuckled and smiled, “A few interviews were canceled and they sent us home early. I just got in about an hour ago.” 

“Oh my gosh, I’m so glad to have you back,” she whispered and nodded, pulling him into another kiss that left Calum giggling against her. 

“I am too.” 

Something Calum loved about the ocean was the vastness of it. Sure, he was absolutely terrified of the secrets it held and the fact that much of it was unexplored, but sitting on the hood of his car with Petra by his side as they both stared out at the waves made of all worth it. After a shower and a much needed snack, Petra and Calum had made their way over to the brunch spot that overlooked the ocean. After a lot of french fries and kisses shared between the two of them, the drive to the ocean was peaceful, both of them taking each other in. By the time they had made it onto the beach, the sunny skies were covered in a fog of clouds. It would be Calum’s luck, after all, to have the rain follow him wherever he went.

“Do you think it’ll rain?” Petra asked, her eyes meeting Calum’s even through the dark sunglasses they both wore. 

“I hope not, I thought I had escaped the rain,” Calum teased and pulled her close, “Come on, let’s walk in the sand a bit.” 

With hands held tightly, their arms swaying as they strolled down the dandy beach, Calum found himself at peace. The past couple of weeks away had left him wanting more from his relationship and wanting to do more for Petra. In the past, the mere thought of a future with someone would’ve had Calum running for the hills. But with Petra it all made sense, he wanted to be by her side every day, to see her go through her day and be there to make her smile. As the first few droplets of rain fell from the sky, he realized that this future, the one with Petra, was all he’d been missing. Their stroll was cut short, much to Calum’s displeasure when the curtains of rain got closer and closer. The waves roared next to them, the ocean alive and ever more powerful as the rainstorm above them finally let go. 

Calum looked over at Petra, who had tugged on his hand and before Calum knew it, they were both racing back to the car. The sand hadn’t made it easier for them to run, both of them stumbling as they raced through the beach in fits of laughter. By the time they’d both shut their doors and panted out breaths, they were completely drenched and looked as if they had jumped onto the ocean itself. They sat in silence watching the view outside of the safety of the car. Watching the waves crash onto the ocean and battle with the clouds above them that were spewing out rain. It was all so violent and sudden, but Calum’s eyes shifted to watch Petra. 

He watched as her eyes widened, watching the storm in awe as his chest rose and fell with each breath she took. He watched as her hand ran through the curls, that not even the rain could mess with, trying to shake the water out of them. She was beautiful without even having to try and Calum was out of breath. But Calum didn’t mind, not at all, because Petra could make even the thing he hated the most a beautiful sight. 

“We should run away to Sydney for a bit,” he mumbled quietly, his bottom lip trapped between his teeth as Petra’s eyes met his, “I want you to meet my family.” 

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[cripplingaddictions]

First “I love you”s with the BNHA Boys

Bakugo, Shinso, Kirishima

Summary: How I think some of my favs would say their first ily and when it would be in the relationship. Pretty much first major confession stories...

A/N: So sorry for inactivity. I always get way too carried away with these sorts of headcanons... Let me know if you guys want a part two with maybe some pro heroes, villains, or maybe more students?? 

Bakugo:

Yeah, Bakugo sucks at words

Bakugo said his quite far into the relationship, let’s be real

To begin with, his love language was actions, not words

So when he realised that he needed to say it at some point or you may get upset with him, he panicked 

I’m sure you were incredibly accepting of his form of affection, slightly aggressive or not, that you weren't pressing for him to say it

You knew he would be uncomfortable with it, so you make it your mission to say it to him first

That way he could feel either relieved that you said first, confident enough to say it himself when he was ready, or let it out at the same time

Spoiler: it was the latter 

You both blurted it out together

The two of you were in a fight, nothing unusual 

However, it wasn’t one of the playful ones that more commonly end with you giggling and pleading for his mercy as he tickled you

You’d never yell in those sorts of fights, and neither would he

But this one was serious

The points and arguments attacking each other were incredibly personal, but both sides were very unselfish

For example, you said: “Your inferiority complex is what makes you this way and you’re gonna push yourself too hard one day!”

To which he’d reply with: “Look at you, if you want to play hero let me do what I want and focus on yourself. Don’t waste your time on me when I’m perfectly fine”

You get the idea

All you wanted was for him to look after himself

Once you believed the fight was incredibly stupid, you stormed off

Bakugo of course tried to catch up with you only for you to slam a door in his face, which you instantly regretted

It took you a good half an hour to open the door again

Bakugo stood up immediately at the sight of your puffy eyes

He felt awful 

But the three words came out as follows:

“Katsuki... I’m sorry”

“No, I am”

“Katsu, please, you know that I get worked up”

“And I do too”

There was a pause, neither of you knowing who would speak first

That’s when you spoke at the same time

“I only said what I said because I love you and care about you”

“I almost pushed you away because I love you so much, dumbass”

“What did you say?”

“Huh”

You got him to repeat himself, and he mumbled it shyly

You awed, hurrying up to him to pull him tightly into your chest and reassured him softly

He was too shocked to get emotional or cry

He was mainly relieved that you said it too, because as soon as that fight picked up, he was afraid you didn’t

Now that it was off his chest, he was relieved

And knowing everything that you did was because you loved him back made him feel so much better

But he made sure that you both said it often enough to avoid doubt

Shinso:

My soft purple boy...

He knew he loved you instantly, much like most of the boys on this list

He had finally found someone with similar interests as him, same sense of humour, same goals, and loved cats too

Best of all, you never assumed anything because of his quirk

And with Shinso’s childhood, encountering someone who thought nothing like those other kids, he wanted to hold onto you forever

You feeling safe around him wasn’t something that grew over time after meeting him

It was instantaneous 

You had introduced yourself to him and he cocked an eyebrow at you

“Aren’t you scared?”

“Scared? Why would I be scared?”

“Don’t you know I’m the kid with the brainwash quirk that everyone says to ‘beware’?”

“Oh, yeah. I knew”

“Then why did you approach me?”

“I don’t know, I thought your quirk was actually really cool and wanted to know why your in the general department and not in the hero department”

That was the first time he had ever heard someone talk about his quirk in such a way

He’d be lying if he said that he didn’t fall in love instantly as you took a seat next to him and began ranting about how rigged the entrance exam was

I didn’t mean to get into a whole backstory so lets hurry with the confession:

You two weren’t even dating yet when he said it

And it wasn’t even that far into your friendship that he let it slip

The two of you had stopped into a cat cafe on the way home from UA

You had already finished eating and were busy playing with the numerous cats surrounding your table

After all, Shinso was a cat magnet

You cooed at a kitten in your lap, talking to it in your baby voice

Shinso sat across from you, chin resting in his hand smiling fondly to himself

The fact that he loved you was so apparent to him that he almost forgot that you didn’t know

For some reason, he had forgotten that you really couldn’t read his mind, even though you were so similar to him

At this point, your teasing but genuine affection had made Shinso forget that you weren't dating

Being around each other was so comfortable 

He never had been so blessed

While you played with the cat, he sighed

“Damn... I love you...”

“:0” 

“:|”

The boy had the audacity to clear his throat and pretend he didn’t say it, like it was a ghost or something that had whispered it so softly and meaningfully in a voice that sounded just like his voice..? 

Of course you knew it was him

“Do you mean it?”

“Mean what?”

“>:[”

“Yes?”

“This is so sudden... I mean we’re not even dating? Do I say it back now? How long have you felt this way? Do I have to meet your parents now? Wait, do you even want a relationship? No-”

Shinso leaned over the table and placed his hand over your mouth to hush you

“It was an accident, okay? I didn’t mean to say it so soon”

You peel his large hand off your mouth

“No, it’s fine... I’m kind of relieved...”

“Why’s that?”

“I was going to ask you out after this... and I didn’t know if you’d say yes”

You laughed nervously, turning back to the cat and avoided Shinso’s eyes

Let’s just say that he definitely said yes and that spot in the cat cafe became his favourite place ever

You said that you loved him right after he agreed to date you

Kirishima:

Kiri! Kiri! Kiri! Kiri!

Words are 100% his thing!

In fact, after you started dating, he couldn’t wait to say it!

He would have said it as soon as you agreed to date him if it wasn’t for his plan that he had come up with as soon as he realised he had a crush on you

This plan of his consisted of him confessing that he loves you after a long date that ended with you two stargazing on a hill with candles and sandwiches and blankets and-

Argh, it was going to be perfect!

Originally, he intended jump right into it and ask you to hang out then take you to the arcade, then to lunch, then the festival, then across the lake, then to the park as friends! 

Denki thought it was stupid that he’d go through all that effort without knowing if you even liked him back!

So, with Denki’s “experience”, he instructed Kirishima on a new 20 step plan in order to say it at the right moment

Kiri, being so lovestruck, he could only listen to him

The first date he asked you on was a simple study date

According to Denki’s plan, Kiri was to take baby steps in order to build up to a date of that magnitude

With Kirishima being the sunshine boy he is, every date was a blast (even the study one)

As it came to the completion of the 20 step plan, Kiri began to grow nervous

Remember how I said words are 100% his thing?

Well, at least they were

Before the big day at least

He was incredible fidgety the entire time, from when you got to the arcade to when you hopped onto the boat to cross the lake

You weren’t stupid, you noticed how his laughter faded out quickly as how he avoided your eyes more often than not

It caused you to get a bit anxious yourself, making the boat ride over to the park incredibly awkward

You usually relied on him to bounce back on, but now...

Why was he even anxious? The date had gone perfectly!

You looked like you had enjoyed yourself, so why was he questioning if you would love him back?

Nonetheless, he led you to the exactly place on the hill he had planned it to happen three months ago

You rolled out the picnic blanket, lit the candles, ate the sandwiches and waited for the sun to go down

The temperature dropped, causing you to shiver, just like Kiri planned

So he took out the blanket and wrapped it around your shoulders, much more awkwardly than he had watched on repeat in his head for months

But you took it with a smile, and he loosened up a bit

When it became dark enough for you to see the stars, you lay down on wrapped in the blanket

Your eyes were filled with wonder as you found yourself absent-mindedly telling Kiri about the different stars

That’s when Kiri found his hand itching for the speech that he stashed into his pocket after rewriting it over and over again

He was sure he had formulated his words right

But at that moment, seeing you just as he had dreamed in this perfect moment, but only more beautiful, he realised it would never go as he planned

“And I think that one is Sirius. It’s got to be the brightest star”

“Y/N”

“Yes?”

“I want to tell you something”

You’re heart dropped

“What is it?”

“I’m so in love with you, you have no idea. Ever since I met you, I thought you were incredible and beautiful... It’s not very manly for me to admit this but... I have literally dreamed of this moment. But none of my dreams could have never prepared me for this. I love you, Y/N, and it’s okay if you don’t love me back”

“Oh thank goodness, I’m so glad that was what you wanted to say”

“Huh?”

“I noticed how fidgety you were and I feared the worst if I’m honest!”

“Oh, no I didn’t want to make you feel that way! I was just nervous that you wouldn’t accept my confession...”

“Of course I do! I love you too!”

He was so relieved, and never regretted the way the confession when down

Since he recovered from his initial nerves, he’d say it constantly and you’d always laugh and reciprocate his words

[adorablele]

anon requested: Could I please get a little thing where you get married to yuta? And like he's so excited about it. And you basically sneak out and do it without anyone knowing. That would be so lovely 💚

↬ pairing: knight!nakamoto yuta x reader (prince!jaehyun x reader but they’re not the main pair) ↬ genre: fluff, fantasy (?), a little bit of medieval!au, royal!au, knight!au, prince!au ↬ word count: 2262 ↬ summary: you elope with the knight yuta ↬ a/n: I finally have something out after a million years </3 I tried doing a medieval!au but I’m not quite sure how well I did- the basis is that their royalty lmao. and this is the first fic I have for yuta,, hip hip hooray! ALSO 190614 YUTA IS ICONIC AND HE WAS INSPO FOR THIS WOLE THING PLEASE HIS RED MAN BUN chile, anyways please enjoy <3

You stood in front of your fiance, clothes thin against your skin. The lantern on his table barely lit the room, highlighting the slope of his nose and apples of his cheeks. Your eyes darted along the lines of his perfectly shaped brows, then down to his always warm eyes that slitted beautifully into crescents when he smiled, accompanied by cute dips in his cheeks. And to you, he smiled (unlike his stern frown to his soldiers). To you, he laughed (unlike the deafening silence to his war council). To you, he spoke with care (which was a little more loving than his tone to the villagers). To everyone, he was your strong prince–soon to be king–whose heart was in your hands, you: his doting significant other. 

But it was not love.

“Goodnight,” you quietly told him. 

He placed his pen down and looked up at you. Those warm eyes, so welcoming, so far, so distant. Jaehyun smiled at you, one that had men and women alike swooning at his feet. His response was just as soft as your’s, two syllables, a whisper that barely reached the walls of the dim room. “Goodnight.” With a gentle poke against his dimples, you left. 

For a minute or two, you sat in your room– sorry, your shared room, with a thrumming heart. The ring that the prince had presented to you lay cold on your bedside table, off of your finger and as lonely as the room. Your grip tightened on the small sack of belongings in your lap, nervousness tickling your restless fingers. You waited for a count of five before you heard the rehearsed knock against the stone of your window sill. ‘He’s here,’ you thought to yourself. 

Your body moved as you had practiced. You made small, stealthy steps over the floor as you adjusted the pillows to make it look as if there was someone sleeping in the bed before you took one last glance at the ring that bound you to the prince in a few hours...or, it would if you stayed. With a melancholy smile, you whispered, “I wish you the best,” before jumping out the window. 

Yuta caught you in his arms, effortlessly holding you despite your unannounced fall. He stood there under the moonlight, hair satin red contrasting to the black coat draped over his shoulders. 

“A warning would’ve been nice,” he chuckled. 

You couldn’t stop the curve of your lips. “Let’s go before we get caught.”

He placed you down, then lent you a hand to help you up on his horse, Win. His hands were warm and rough against yours, but nevertheless more comforting than the awkward grip of Jaehyun. You wrapped your arms around his waist, grip tight as if he’d drift away from you any moment. A month ago, it would’ve hurt your pride to have your arms so snug against the rude, arrogant, quick-witted knight in front of you. ‘How annoying,’ you thought, ‘it took me a month to fall in love with this man.’ One month. 

“Ready my love?”

Your heart palpitated. “Did I not tell you to get going?”

Once again he chuckled, the sound light and hearty, cutting through the silence of the night. The sound settled in your ears before getting whisked away by the wind when Win started galloping farther, and farther, away from the stone palace. One month. One month ago you moved into that palace and you were instructed to get to know Jung Jaehyun. Afterall, he was the prince you were supposed to marry by the end of the month. You’re supposed to marry him tomorrow. Jaehyun was someone so ethereal that you truly felt that you were in a fairytale, but he did not love you and you did not love him. Instead, you fell in love with the hot-headed knight, Nakamoto Yuta, the knight of the Prince.  

Hours seemed to pass until the two of you finally arrived at your destination, or you think it’s the destination because Win stopped moving. The two of you were in the middle of the forest, trees hovering above you, cascading long shadows across the ground. You could hear nothing but the faint run of water. (“Listen to the water,” the sweet old baker advised, “it’ll tell you if you’re in the right spot.”) Of course, when you and Yuta were sneaking out into the village, you didn’t understand the old lady. It made sense now. The stream seemed to be whispering to you, beckoning you into the forest. 

“We’re here,” you announced, stopping Yuta from continuing to pester the horse to move. 

“We are?” he asked, glancing around hesitantly at the foreboding cluster of trees surrounding the two of you. 

“Yes.”

Yuta took a moment to stare at you before he hopped off. He then lended you a hand, helping you off Win who whinnied when you got off. 

“I suppose we should get going,” Yuta suggested, hand gentle against yours. Again, he glanced around, “but where are we supposed to go?”

“There.” You pointed to a path between the trees that you don’t exactly remember being there, but you could feel it in your gut that that’s where the two of you were supposed to go. 

He gave your hand a light squeeze before nodding, “Let’s go.” 

With each step it seemed like the trees parted, creating a trail to–you assumed–the stream. The whisper of the stream kept its quiet tone as the two of you walked, but stopped when you found it.  Around you, the air felt different; cooler, calmer, tranquil. The trees closed up the path behind you which completed a ring of trees securing the two of you in the area. ‘Guess there’s no turning back,’ you thought. You had no reason to turn back, though. In front of you was the smooth-sailing stream, glimmering like the stars in the sky. You tilted your head, looking closer at the water. Is it...

“Is it...glowing?” you murmured, turning to Yuta who was mystified at the glow of the rock. 

His brows furrowed, “So I’m not imagining it?”

You shook your head, looking back at the small glow of the lake. You jumped closer to Yuta when the ground started to shake, two flat rocks surfacing the stream. 

“What’s happening?” you yelped, moving even closer into Yuta’s arms. 

He backed away, causing you to back away too. “Shouldn’t you know? You’re the one who said this was the spot?”

You glared at him, “Are you putting the blame on me?”

“What? No-”

He didn’t finish his sentence, mouth clamping shut when he saw the grin growing on your face. He playfully rolled his eyes at you.

“Did you just roll your eyes at royalty?”

“If I did?” he challenged, pulling you impossibly closer.

“Well, that’s not a very nice thing to do,” you teased, nose brushing against his. 

His lips curved into a playful grin, “My deepest apologies, love.” His eyes gleamed with life, brown irises swirling with happiness. 

Your lips hovered over his, “Are you really sorry?”

Before he could utter yes and kiss you, he suddenly pulled away. You watched in confusion, not only at his actions, but at your own. You felt your body move against your will, walking farther away from the stream and towards a niche in the trees. You had forgotten about the glowing rocks, the living trees, the mystical atmosphere; apparently it didn’t forget you. 

Yuta was confused as to why he suddenly didn’t have control over his body and was walking towards the glowing rock in the middle of the clear stream. He watched as you turned to walk into a space that the trees created. He wanted to shout after you, heart racing that maybe you’re leaving him, but he knew that you loved him, right? ‘Of course they do,’ he chided to himself, ‘they ran away from a life of luxury to run away with you.’ That thought made him smile. 

Jaehyun’s parents told him, one day, that they found a suitor for him. Yuta remembered how Jaehyun abided by his parents’ wishes despite the fact that Jaehyun already gave his heart to someone else. He remembered the first day that the suitor–you–walked into the palace. You held yourself with confidence, with the proper posture of a royal. You smiled obediently to your parents, to Jaehyun’s parents and you simply glazed your eyes over him. You then nodded cordially to Jaehyun who returned the gesture. His parents gushed with yours how the two of you were a perfect couple, and he used to scoff at that. He used to scoff at how the commoners would praise the sight of you and Jaehyun; a match made in heaven. But you were used to striving to be what everyone expected of you, that was all you knew. 

(‘What do you want?’ he asked you one day. 

‘To run away,’ you replied.

‘Then we shall.’ )

Run away. Yuta chuckled to himself. You wanted to run away, so how did he end up here? Standing on a glowing rock with the vows that he spent so long writing slipping from his memory; grinning like a lovestruck maiden at the future that only existed if you were in it; heart palpitating in his chest as he awaited for you to return from the trees; praying that you hadn’t run away, that you still loved him as much as you had told you did. 

“They still love you,” he announced aloud, “they wouldn’t abandon you in a forest.”

“Maybe I would,” you cheekily replied, appearing from the trees.

His snarky remark fainted on his tongue at the sight of you. The moon lit magnificently around you, accenting your graceful figure in the darkness of the night. You were wearing the exact same clothes as before, your hair was styled the exact same way (though maybe a little brushed), but most importantly, you still held the same amount of love (or perhaps more) in the soul of eyes. He didn’t realize that his mouth was ajar, nor did he realize that you started walking towards him until you lifted his chin. 

“Mouth closed my knight,” you smiled.

He swallowed, mouth shutting before opening again, “What took you so long?”

You raised a brow, “You’re the one who kept me waiting!”

“Me?”

“Yes! You kept contemplating with yourself,” you frowned, looking down at your tightly clasped hands, “I thought you didn’t- I thought you didn’t love me anymore.”

His heart broke at the doubt floating in your words. His calloused fingers intertwined with your soft ones. “Don’t ever think that.”

You stared up at him with teary eyes.

“I love you,” he softly, yet firmly, declared. It resonated throughout the forest, brushing through the grass and traveling up the roots of the trees. His rock glowed brighter, but he didn’t pay any mind to this, instead, he cupped one side of your face, thumb wiping away the tears that started to fall from your eyes. He started to ramble about all the things he loved about you, and all the times he realized that he loved you. Like when you fell off Win the first time you tried riding it, shoved Yuta barely a centimeter before trying again and again until you were able to ride Win like he was your own horse; like when you didn’t make fun of him for not gaining a proper education as a child–as he had been a poor boy who was better at fighting than talking–and you were patient in educating him after he refused to have anyone else teach him besides you; like when you ignored him and did petty pranks on him for a week because he gifted you a dessert you didn’t like (he didn’t mean to order the wrong thing). 

“Be quiet,” you cried, “since when did you talk so much?”

“You rubbed off on me,” he laughed, nose nuzzling against yours.

For a moment, the two of you stared into each other’s eyes. Yuta could see nothing but his future. 

“I love you too,” you whispered, “I love you so much.”

He sealed the deal by pressing his lips to yours. 

Both of the rocks below the two of you grew bright, almost as bright as the Sun. The trees grew taller, the stream flowed faster, and the wind started to howl. When your lungs started to scream for oxygen, you pulled away, forehead against his. The trees started to shorten to its size as before, the water flowed as normal, and the wind was back to its smooth sailing. The rocks were still below you, but they weren’t glowing anymore. 

It was done.

“We’re married,” you uttered in disbelief, tears still falling from your eyes. You were not a crybaby, so why did you keep crying?

“Are those tears of happiness?” he chuckled, brushing away your tears.

You playfully glared, “No, they’re tears of sadness because I’m bounding myself to the love of my life.”

“Can’t back out now,” he sighed, “you’re stuck with me.”

“How awful,” you laughed.

“I’m not sorry,” he shrugged.

“Just kiss me already.” Yuta did not need to be told twice.

The full Moon glowed silently in the sky. It would soon bid farewell and the Stars would follow mischievously as the Sun rose into the sky, ridding the world of secrets with its light. No one would know of what occurred the night before, no one but the Moon and the Stars. Don’t worry. They’re good at keeping secrets. 

[yes-i-write-fanfiction]

Swindle X Human Reader? Maybe Lockdown gets a bit jealous until he falls for Reader too?

Lockdown didn’t understand what Swindle saw in you. Honestly, a human? Now, Lockdown didn’t really have that big of a problem with this species of fleshbags, he couldn’t really care less to be honest, but conjuxing one? Had Swindle taken a cannonball to the helmet and lost his mind? Sure, he could understand being curious and all that but actually tying the knot? Humans were small, weak and short-lived. Getting attached to one was practically signing up for getting your spark broken and Lockdown didn’t want that to happen to Swindle.

As much as he loathed to admit it, Lockdown liked the sleazy bastard and didn’t particularly like the thought of some organic nobody swooping in like they owned the place and messed things up. Their relationship had been perfect before that fleshbag showed up but now Swindle just had to bring them along to every business transaction! If you just sat there quiet then Lockdown might not have felt as mad but of course you and Swindle just HAD to act all lovely dovely in front of him! Whenever you spoke it infuriated him. Lockdown had never actually talked to you but he could tell from your interactions with Swindle what kind of person you were. Naive, gullible and with an ever smaller brain than the rest of your species. Frag, you made Lugnut look like a damn genius in comparison! And Swindle loved it! Anyone could see that the merchant was head over heels in love with you! It made him feel sick to his tanks!

Tonight was not any different. Swindle had contacted him about a new weapon he had acquired and wondered if he’d like to come take a look. Of course Lockdown said yes, even if he wasn’t particularly interested in spending his hard earned shanix. Mostly he just went to see the greedy glitch himself.

The weapon itself was good and actually managed to pique Lockdown’s interest. Not to mention, the price wasn’t half bad. Still expensive but totally worth it. Usually, something like this would have him in high spirits but your presence on the counter had him forcing down a snarl in his throat. You looked so damn smug even though you hadn’t done anything but watch Swindle present the gun to him. You were wearing some expensive looking clothing, undoubtedly something Swindle had given you as a gift. He might be greedy but he liked having his stuff looking the best and this seemed to extend to his, ugh, conjux. Switching your attention from Swindle you happened to meet Lockdown’s optics. For a second you simply stared back at him but then the corners of your lips started to twitch and suddenly you were smiling at him, eyes dark and filled with what Lockdown could only assume was “look at me, getting the real goods while you have to resort to simply business”. Lockdown wanted to wipe that grin off your face with a blaster.

Swindle, who took his unusually quiet and brooding attitude for disinterest, started to try and sell and add other stuff that might interest the bounty hunter. When that garned no further reaction from the other mech he started to get nervous. That’s when you decided to chime in.

“Oh babe, didn’t you mention earlier that new stun-mod you just knew would make mister Lockdown so excited.” Immediately Swindle perked up, remembering that he did indeed say that, and hastily excused himself so he could go to the storage to get the mod. It would take couple of minutes to find it. This left you alone with Lockdown. You looked him up and down, eyes traveling over his body and your smile only grew bigger as you did. Lockdown wondered if he could break your neck before Swindle came back and blame it on you falling off the counter. He didn’t have much time to ponder this however as you started speaking again. “Wares not to your liking, honey?”

Lockdown finally let out that snarl he’d been holding in, baring his sharp denta. “Do not call me honey and the wares aren’t the problem.” He expected his aggression would frighten you as most people, cybertronians and human alike, found him to be quite frightening. But you didn’t so much as flinch under his heated glare. No, instead you seemed to grow bolder.

“I am happy to hear that’s the case” you responded, an easy-going smile revealing your white teeth. “You see, Swindle was so excited to do business with you and he prepared all this stuff to show you. He even practiced his sales pitch to me before you arrived! Oh you should have seen the smile on his face when you said you were interested in purchasing from him.” The tone of your voice turned dramatically melancholy at the end, as if you were disappointed. Lockdown narrowed him optics as he heard what you had to say. It... confused him, why you told him this. What was your goal? Before he could ask however, you continued to talk. This time, however, your smile was nowhere to be seen, instead you gazed upon him with cold eyes.

“I will be frank with you since you seem like the kind of mech to appreciate honesty. I know you’ve been wanting to turn me into a bloody smear on the floor ever since you met me. Now, I don’t need you to like me, fuck, I couldn’t care less that you hate me.” You sneered at him as if he was some shit that had gotten stuck to your shoes. “But your shitty attitude and bad acting skills are making Swindle feel bad and now I know from how you’ve been staring at him all lovestruck that you hate that as much as I do. So hate me as much as you fucking want but keep it to yourself and act natural or I’ll make sure this is the last business transaction you’ll ever have with him. Understood?”

Stunned, Lockdown didn’t have the chance to answer as Swindle appeared, business smile on his face and a mod in his hands. “Sorry for taking so long, I really need to upgrade my storage unit! Ah, but it seems the two of you had a conversation while I was gone. Did my dear conjux prove to be an entertaining conversationalist?”

For a fraction of a second Lockdown remained silent before slowly a big grin split his face open. “Oh yes Swindle, you can easily say that. In fact, we both came to an agreement while you were gone.” Lockdown looked upon you with new optics and you smiled back innocently. His spark felt oddly warm as he looked back at Swindle. “I’ll have the gun, it’s just what I need for my next hunt. Now about that mod, tell me about it.” Swindle lit up like a Christmas tree and immediately started to explain just how great this mod was and how Lockdown definitely needed it. The bounty hunter half listened, mind busy churning over this new revelation. Ah, it seems he made a mistake, thinking of you as prey. You were clearly a hunter, just like him. A feisty little thing. Well, he looked forward to learning more sides of you, definitely. Wasn’t Swindle a lucky one?

[slasherb1tch]

Can I get a match-up for my OC please?

Her names felix, shes Hella clumsy, also 20 in human years, she's a grim reaper, and shes bisexual, but leans tworads men.

Appearance: she has grayish skin, and lots of scars on her arms, she has blue eyes and red hair, which goes down a little past her shoulders, and wears a black, cloth mask.

She usually wears an oversized blue hoodie, but will sometimes wear a tight, black turtleneck.

She has demon wings, a tail, and of course the horns, but she can hide them all.

Personality: has a way with children, and shes nice, for the most part.

She's really protective about the people she cares about, and will do anything to protect them, gotta cut off her arm to feed them? Fuck it, she'll just ask satan to repair her.

Felix is also very stubborn, when challenged on certain things, she won't back down, but Although she's stubborn, she also knows when somethings not worth it.

Felix tends to be sensitive to loud noises due to immense truama from her trainers, so she does everything she can to avoid fights, even when she's harvesting her daily soul.

Shes still learning human emotions, so she tends to be very confused when she crys. Her love language is, surprisingly enough is touch, but not in a secual way.

She tends to be very nervous when it comes to sex, because, again truama, so it'll take a bit for her to ease into it, but when she does? Her main focus is her partners pleasure.

She has a self decapitateing humor, like, "goddamn..I'm such a waste of space" and shell laugh along with it.

Sorry if it's too long 🖤

Hello! Thank you so much for sending in a request! You’re the second oc matchup I’ve done so far!

As I was reading her description I was thinking of a specific character, I hope she’ll like them!

Felix caught the eyes of…

Micheal Myers

As soon as Micheal saw her horns, wings, and tail, he was fully set on figuring out who exactly Felix was. Being the🧍he is, Micheal would watch from a distance to try and learn more about her.

Once Myers sees the softer yet more protective side of her, he’d be lovestruck. No one has ever been sweet with him. So I’m positive he’d be wondering if Felix could be that person for him!

Once they get closer, and eventually do start dating, Myers would get to adore her protectiveness completely. He’d be just as protective over her. For example, she has to go somewhere, he’ll be watching from some obscure place just to make sure nothing happens.

Since Felix and Micheal are both pretty stubborn, they might get into disagreements over little things. I can promise you, Micheal will not stay mad for long. Of course he’ll be upset at first and annoyed, and then it’ll hit him that wait! shes the only being that loves me! And he’ll go back to normal, with just a hint of “🥺”, not visible under the mask, unless he takes it off (or Felix asks him to).

Myers is… quiet for sure. So him being loud around Felix isn’t a problem! The only actual problem would be Micheal’s victims. Which, I’m positive he’ll make sure to not bring anywhere near Felix. He might be a psychopath, but once he actually, genuinely has feelings for someone, he might just be nice <3

Myers might not be the best at teaching her what human emotions are… He doesn’t quite seem to understand them either! At least they’ll be able to learn them together, though I assume Felix would be better at it.

Felix!!! The fact that her love language is touch would work really well for Myers <3 !! He definitely needs a little bit of time to get used to it since he isn’t really exposed to receiving affectionate touches. Once he does start to relax though, he’ll warm up to it really fast and actually start to crave it every once in a while. Felix would kind of open his eyes to how touch starved he’s been. I’m sure he’ll be fine though, Felix seems like a good partner <3

Myers would frown and hug Felix every time she makes a self depreciating joke, proceeding to just stand, or sit there holding her. Felix might actually have the power to turn Myers into a softie, just for her though. He’ll be his same old self to everyone else. Myers would adore Felix with his entire soul <3 (I know!! He has one!!)

Again, thank you so very much for requesting from me! I hope Felix likes her new partner! (sorry for taking a bit!)

Enjoy~!

[onthepyre]

constellations

i wrote a tss fic that isn’t prinxiety??? this really is the apocalypse huh

romantic analogical, 1k, no warnings

There was a hushed sort of urgency in Virgil’s voice over the phone.  He spoke in almost a whisper, though Logan wasn’t sure if he was avoiding waking someone up or if he had just woken up himself.

“I’m coming over.”

He had nothing else to say.  Logan didn’t bother to ask why, but he assumed Virgil’s roommate had thrown yet another party or brought home yet another boy from the nearby bar.  It was enough to make Virgil want to leave, and that was enough for Logan to allow him over.

The same tension lingered in Logan’s doorway as Virgil kicked off his muddy converse.  The rain outside had drenched his hoodie, the same soft one Logan was considering robbing him of, and plastered his jeans to his skin.  He slung his bag onto the floor next to his shoes, then deposited himself on Logan’s couch.

“Would you like me to get you something to change into?  You’re soaked.”

Virgil’s glare pierced him from across the room.  “No, I’d rather stay wet.”  He smiled a bit, shook his head.  “Sorry, that was mean.  Yeah.”

He stayed planted firmly on the couch as Logan left to find some dry clothes.  Virgil peeled his socks off his feet and shrugged his jacket from his shoulders, then deposited them both on the coffee table.  Logan returned holding a NASA t-shirt (an old birthday gift from Virgil himself) and a pair of shorts.  While they fit their owner well, they hung off Virgil’s frame, and he caught Logan suppressing a smirk when he returned from the bathroom.

“Shut up,” he said as he collapsed into Logan’s lap.

“I didn’t say anything.”  His hand came to rest on Virgil’s knee, slung sideways over his own legs, and he turned his head to stare.  It took a moment for Virgil, now focused on finding a movie he deemed acceptable, to notice, but he grinned when he did.

“What?”

Logan’s face showed its own hint of a smile, but more prominent was a soft blush on his cheeks, visible even in the low light.  Logan blushed far easier than Virgil, and it annoyed him to no end.  Virgil thought it was adorable.  “Nothing.  You’re pretty.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”  Virgil picked Logan’s hand up from his knee.  He turned it over, traced the lines on his palm, squeezed it softly within his own hand.  He raised Logan’s knuckles to his mouth and kissed them gently.  Their hands fell from his face, but stayed locked together at their sides.  Virgil could feel Logan’s heart beating in his fingertips.

“Your cable is garbage,” Virgil grumbled.

“I know.”  He reached over and was given the remote.  “I only use it to watch the news.  Which movie would you like?”

“Whatever.  Not a documentary or anything, though.”

Logan switched to Netflix and selected the same movie they’d seen a million times, the same one Virgil knew he was going to pick.  He could hear Logan’s excitement as the opening credits played, and he felt the hand in his own tighten.

“It’s so much nicer here than at my house.”  Virgil’s voice was soft again, enough to make Logan almost concerned.  “It’s peaceful and quiet and it just… it feels like a home.”  When Logan didn’t say anything, he continued.  “Which is, like, kind of weird, considering your walls are all white and you only own two sets of silverware and three bowls, but it’s so much more comfortable here.”

“The silverware is only practical.  I have fewer dishes to wash.  And you know I’m not allowed to paint.”  Virgil chuckled.  “But if you prefer it here, you should move in.”

“Wait, really?”  Virgil’s eyes were wide and the movie all but forgotten.  He focused on Logan’s hand in his own, finding safety in its warmth.  “You mean it?”

“Of course.  It only makes sense for you to live where you feel you belong.”

“Yeah.  Yeah, I’ll talk to Janus tomorrow.”

“There’ll be some logistics we’ll have to figure out, but it’s nothing too major.  We can discuss it in the morning, if you prefer.”

“That sounds… that sounds great.  Thank you, Logan.”

“It’s really no problem, Virgil.  I would appreciate your company.”

Virgil bent his leg, kicking Logan’s thigh softly.  “I love you too, you dork.”

Even if Virgil hadn’t caught onto Logan’s thoughts, the look on his face in that moment would’ve made them clear.  The corners of his lips were turned up slightly, revealing the smallest bit of his front teeth.  His face was redder than before.  There was a relaxed look about him, one he didn’t usually have.  The easiest way Virgil could think to describe it was “lovestruck.”

“You’re so sweet it makes me want to puke.”  Virgil swung his legs onto the coffee table, allowing him to lean over and kiss Logan.  It was short and soft but filled with tender affection.  

“Thank you,” Logan replied when Virgil pulled away.  He traced his thumb across Virgil’s cheekbone.  “Your freckles look like constellations.”

“There’s too many of them.  There are never that many stars around here.”  Virgil hung onto Logan’s hand as it stopped at his jawline.

“Imagine if there were, though.  Wouldn’t that be beautiful?”

“Not as beautiful as you.”  

This nearly prompted a laugh from Logan, but he held it back.  He ran his thumb across Virgil’s cheek again.  

“I could count all of them.  It would take me some time, but there’s a finite number of freckles on your face.  There are so many stars in the sky I would lose track.”

Virgil assumed the same lovestruck look Logan had moments ago, though he wore it far less confidently.  His gaze sank to his lap, then to the television — still playing Logan’s favorite movie.

“I think we missed the best part.”

“That’s alright.  I’m exhausted anyway.”  Logan’s hand slipped from Virgil’s face.  “Would you mind going to bed now?”

“Not at all.”  Together, they rose from the couch, and Virgil stood at Logan’s side as he switched off the TV.  It wasn’t long before they had fallen, side by side, into bed.  Logan ran his hand through Virgil’s hair, more as comfort to himself than to Virgil.  They were here.  They were together, and safe, and nothing could ever go wrong.

“Thank you.  Again.”  Logan could hear the edges of sleep in his partner’s voice as he spoke.  “I’m so lucky to have you.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too, Logan.  Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, Virgil.”

[annzybwrites]

Lovestruck

Based on @whatisoatmeal-likeseriously‘s request for a lovestruck Snuf. I didn’t include all of their suggestions, but I hope everyone enjoys anyway ;)  ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It happened gradually, over a period of a few years or so. And then it happened suddenly, hitting Snufkin all at once during a seemingly random moment. He and Moomin weren’t doing anything too special, in fact they weren’t even doing anything particularly adventurous. It was the evening, and Moomin was helping him gather worms so they could go fishing tomorrow. 

But the sight of Moomin kneeling and digging into the wet ground, a calm smile on his face as a low hum vibrated through his snout—well, Snufkin would be a fool if he didn’t take notice of the warmth spreading through his chest. 

“Moomin,” Snufkin spoke, waiting until Moomin looked up at him before continuing. “I think I love you.” 

Moomin stared blankly at him for a moment, the shovel slipping out of his hand as his eyes widened. “Wh… what?” 

Snufkin smiled softly, standing just so he could walk over and kneel beside Moomin, picking up his shovel and handing it to him. “I said I love you.” 

This close, Snufkin could see a faint redness underneath Moomin’s fur, his blue eyes glancing away as he took the shovel back. “You left out the ‘I think’ that time.” 

“Ah, so you did hear me the first time.” 

“Of course I did.” Moomin clutched the shovel tightly to his chest with both hands, his eyes closed in embarrassment. “I just didn’t really believe it.” 

“Why not?” Snufkin had to ask, loving the way Moomin’s tail swished back and forth. 

“I don’t know.” Moomin opened one eye, turning more red as he looked at his best friend. “Because… because I didn’t do anything.” 

Snufkin laughed softly, reaching over to gently pry one of Moomin’s hands off the shovel so he could hold it. “You are worthy of love whether or not you’ve done anything. Besides, you’ve done plenty over the years.” 

Moomin swallowed, his hand tightening around Snufkin’s. “I suppose that’s true. I, um…” He set the shovel by his side, lifting his head slightly so he could stare into Snufkin’s eyes. “I love you, too, Snufkin.” 

Snufkin felt heat rise to his own cheeks. He reached up with his free hand and pulled his hat down to cover his eyes. But he was sure Moomin could still see his smile. “Oh, that’s unexpected.” 

“You’re joking, right?” Moomin laughed, interlocking their fingers. “What, me running up to you with a huge smile on my face every spring wasn’t a big hint?” Snufkin started to laugh as Moomin continued. “Oh! Or how about all of the flower crowns I’ve made you—you realize most of the flowers I used had romantic meanings, right?” 

“I noticed,” Snufkin admitted, righting his hat so he could smile earnestly at Moomin’s bright face. “But I didn’t want to read too much into it. I don’t think I was ready to accept it yet.” 

Moomin stared straight into Snufkin’s eyes, his ears alert and his tail curled around himself. “But you’re ready now?” 

Snufkin nodded, leaning in to wrap his arms tight around Moomin’s neck in a hug, loving how warm he felt when Moomin wrapped his arms around his waist. “I’m ready.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The afternoon started calmly on the front porch of Moominhouse. Snufkin was perched on the railing as usual, playing songs on his harmonica while Moomin listened from one of the chairs, eyes closed and his tail swishing to the meter. After a few songs, Moomin gasped and sprung up, saying he’d be right back. He ran off, returning with Moominpappa’s recordplayer and a few records, a wide smile on his face as he placed it on the table and started it up. 

As the first few lilting notes rang through the air, Moomin cleared his throat and offered his hand to Snufkin. “Can I have this dance?” 

Snufkin smiled wide, setting his harmonica down before accepting Moomin’s hand. “You’ll be leading, then?” 

“I don’t have much practice following,” Moomin admitted as Snufkin hopped down.  

“That’s all right.” Snufkin chuckled, lifting his other to rest on Moomin’s shoulder. “I don’t have much practice with either part. Besides, the waltz is your favorite.” 

“It is.” Moomin brightened, his hand warm on Snufkin’s hip as they began dancing together. “At the risk of sounding embarrassing, I’ve often thought of dancing like this with you.” 

Snufkin chuckled, grinning softly as he followed Moomin through the motions. “Oh? How often?” 

Moomin flushed, his eyes narrowing ever so slightly. “Excuse me, this is the part where you respond with something embarrassing.” 

Snufkin couldn’t help but laugh then, misstepping in his amusement. They stopped for a moment, finding the rhythm again before resuming their dance. “Oh, all right, if I must.” 

“And you must,” Moomin insisted with a huff. 

Snufkin laughed even louder and shook his head. “You’re going to make me mess up again!” 

“Fine, fine.” Moomin’s expression relaxed into a smile. “So, you were saying?” 

“Hm, something embarrassing.” Snufkin hummed, enjoying for a moment how warm he felt with Moomin’s hands on him, and how easily they moved together. “Well, that implies that I ever feel embarrassed.” 

“Snufkin!” 

“All right, all right! You’re so easy to tease.” Snufkin chewed at his lower lip, trying to stop himself from smiling so wide. “Here’s something: sometimes during the winter I’ll make life-sized snow figures of you and talk as if you’re there, listening.” 

Snufkin had assumed Moomini would misstep after such a declaration, but he didn’t expect him to actually trip and fall onto the porch in his surprise, pulling Snufkin down with him. 

“Wh-what!?” Moomin exclaimed as Snufkin laughed, not bothering with untangling their limbs from each other. 

“Really now,” Snufkin hummed, letting his head rest against Moomin’s shoulder. “I think you’re the one feeling embarrassed from what I said.” 

“Well, it’s surprising!” 

“Do I really seem so detached?” 

“In years past, absolutely.” 

“And this year?” 

“This year feels like a dream.” 

Snufkin smiled wider, lifting his head so he could look into Moomin’s eyes. “Well, when you finally realize what you want, what’s the point in denying it?” 

Moomin whined softly, bringing his hands up to cover his eyes. “I can’t believe you can say such things so easily. And here I thought I was the romantic one.” 

“You are romantic,” Snufkin insisted, lazily pushing himself to his feet so he could dust off his tunic. “You invited me to dance, and you write poetry, and you make crafts for me—” 

“But I can’t verbalize things like you do,” Moomin interrupted, taking Snufkin’s hand before rising to his own feet. 

“That may be true,” Snufkin hummed, squeezing Moomin’s hand as the music played around them. “But love takes all forms. You express yours through gifts, and offering service. I suppose I express mine through words, mainly, and music of course.” 

Moomin creased his brows together. “But you give gifts and help other people, too.” 

“Only if I see people in need of help, and only if I think I can do it,” Snufkin shrugged. “It’s not as if I go out of my way for anyone. But for you, Moomin,” he grinned softly, taking Moomin’s hand to his mouth for a kiss. “For you I’d push myself to impossible heights if I knew it would make you happy.” 

“You’re doing it again.” Moomin covered his face with his free hand, but at least he was smiling this time. “That’s it, I’m going to write you the world’s most sappy poem.” 

Snufkin laughed, entwining their fingers. “I’ll look forward to that.” 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Snufkin never knew his heart could feel so full. He saw everything in a new light after realizing his true feelings for his dearest friend. Every white flower reminded him of that clean, soft fur, and whenever he passed Moomin’s favorite flower—red asters—he stopped and took a moment to smell it, his mind filled with the sight and sound of Moomin’s laughter. 

When he stared out at the sea he still admired how vast and unknowable it was, but now he couldn’t help but also think of Moomin swimming down to the bottom, coming back to the surface with a splash and a tale already on his lips. 

When he heard the birds’ song, he smiled and remembered how many times Moomin had helped the winged creatures over the years. And when he put his harmonica to his lips to copy some of their tunes, he could picture Moomin dancing. 

Part of him knew it was sort of a bad thing to be this consumed by thoughts of his new boyfriend, but he wasn’t that concerned. This was simply a new season in his life, and he was sure the thoughts and emotions would settle down just as the heat did every year. And in that same vein, he had a feeling that this giddy excitement he was feeling now would also return every year. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Pumpkin stew is a special treat, don’t you think?” Moomin asked, kneeling beside Snufkin’s campfire and stirring the food they’d made together. Red and orange leaves were strewn all around them, with the setting sun behind them and the occasional cold breeze blowing past, causing just a slight shiver. 

“It is special,” Snufkin agreed, sitting on a log nearby with a calm smile on his face. “Except for that one year Moominmamma grew the largest pumpkin I’d ever seen. I think we were all sick of the stuff after that year.” 

Moomin laughed and shook his head. “Little My especially—I can’t believe she slept inside that thing for a month!” 

“She’s a special one.” Snufkin chuckled, tipping his hat back. “Come and sit; let the stew simmer for a bit.” 

Moomin nodded, shifting to stand on his feet so he could come over and sit next to Snufkin. Their hands came together almost instinctively, and Snufkin closed his eyes to fully enjoy the moment. 

“Snufkin?” 

“Yes, my dove?” 

Moomin laughed softly, squeezing his hand. “Why do you call me that?” 

“Because doves are a symbol of peace and love.” Snufkin opened his eyes, turning his head to smile at him. “I think that suits you.” 

Moomin has that increasingly familiar blush on his cheeks, along with a flattered smile. “Well, thank you. I do quite like it.” 

“I thought you might.” Snufkin took off his hat, placing it to the side as he rested his head on Moomin’s shoulder. “Was there something else you wanted to ask me?” 

“Ah, yes.” Moomin cleared his throat before letting his head lean against Snufkin’s. “I wanted to talk about the winter. It’s almost here, you know.” 

“Yes, I know.” Snufkin sighed, another chilly breeze rolling over them just then. He’d already felt the call to wandering a week ago. “Soon you’ll be hibernating, and I’ll be off on my own for awhile.” 

“Oh!” Moomin actually sounded relieved. “So you are still planning on going.” 

Snufkin creased his eyebrows together, confused at that response. “Why wouldn’t I go?” 

Moomin’s chuckle was just a little more nervous than usual. “Maybe it was silly to think, but I was starting to worry that… well, since our relationship had changed, I’d wondered if your traveling plans had changed.” 

“Worry?” Snufkin has to lift his head, pinning Moomin with a baffled expression. “It almost sounds like you want me to leave.” 

“Well of course I don’t want that,” Moomin started to clarify, glancing away shyly. “I’ll admit, even just two years ago I would have rejoiced at the thought of you staying with me in winter. But… traveling is an important part of who you are, and I wouldn’t want to change that. Even if we’ve changed.” 

Snufkin wasn’t sure how long he sat there, just staring at Moomin. All he knew was that a fire was blazing in his chest, and he was sure it was making his face as red as smoldering embers. 

“Did that make sense?” Moomin was obviously starting to worry the longer Snufkin stared at him. “I just don’t want to hold you back, and I feel closer to you than ever before but I know that you travel every year, but you hadn’t said anything about leaving this winter yet so I wanted to be sure you were still going, and I’m sorry if I’d ever tried to stop you from leaving in the past—“ he was silenced with a kiss to his cheek. 

“It makes sense,” Snufkin whispered, smiling at how Moomin’s ears twitched from the low sound. “And I feel lucky to have someone that knows me so well.” 

Moomin’s tail curled around Snufkin’s waist as he tried to gather his words. “Well, I, ah—you’re welcome?” 

Snufkin smiled wider, placing his hands on Moomin’s shoulders before nuzzling his nose against his cheek. “While it’s true I still need to leave, up until that moment I want to spend every second with you.” 

“G-good.” Moomin swallowed thickly, his arms coming around to loosely wrap around Snufkin’s waist. “Too, I want that. I mean, I would like that very much.” 

Snufkin laughed, getting up for just a second before sitting back down in Moomin’s lap, his head resting against Moomin’s shoulder as he ran his fingers through the white expanse of his chest. He smiled at the way Moomin tightened his own grip around him, resting his snout on top of Snufkin’s head. “We’ve had many adventures together, Moomintroll,” he hummed, closing his eyes. “But I’d say traversing this new way of being together has been the most exciting.” 

“And slightly terrifying.” 

“All good things are.” 

Moomin snorted, squeezing Snufkin gently. “I suppose they are.” 

Snufkin chuckled, teasing, “Do you think I’m terrifying?” 

“Sometimes. When I don’t know what you’re thinking.” 

“Well, what do you think is going through my mind right now?” 

“If I had to guess, I’d say you’re very preoccupied with the softness of my fur.” 

Snufkin laughed again, since his fingers were currently entangled right by Moomin’s shoulder. “Can you blame me?” 

“Absolutely not.” Moomin lifted his head just so he could nuzzle his snout against Snufkin’s forehead. “But, I think the stew is starting to burn.” 

“Let it burn.” 

“Snufkin!” Moomin laughed then, and Snufkin lavished in being able to feel the vibrations from the forceful sound course through him. “We have to eat.” 

“We can eat later.” 

“What if you climbed onto my back? Then at least I could get up to stir it.” 

“Oh, fine.” Snufkin sighed dramatically, slowly righting himself from his curled up position. He kissed the tip of Moomin’s snout before standing, grinning at how pink Moomin became. “You really are too adorable,” he hummed, mainly to himself, before walking around and climbing onto Moomin’s back. 

“O-oh!” Moomin seemed surprised as Snufkin’s arms wrapped around his neck, and his legs wrapped around his middle. “You’re really doing it.” 

“You offered, remember.” Snufkin settled, letting his head rest against his own arm and the right side of Moomin’s neck. 

“I know.” Moomin chuckled, slowly standing so he could be sure Snufkin wouldn’t fall. “I guess I’m just still not used to how affectionate you are in private.” 

“You’ll get used to it, I’m sure.” Snufkin clung tighter as Moomin stepped towards the campfire. “Besides, you’re keeping me warm from the autumn chill.” 

“Ah, so there’s the truth,” Moomin joked, laughing again as he stirred the pot. “I’m nothing more than a large heater!” 

“If that’s how you want to think of it. But I don’t go around kissing heaters, you know.” 

Moomin almost dropped the spoon into the pot, and Snufkin couldn’t stop himself from snickering. 

“I swear you say these things just to see me flustered!” 

“Would it be such a bad thing if I was?” 

Moomin took a second to think of his response. “No,” he decided firmly, turning his head to nuzzle against Snufkin’s cheek. “I rather like it, actually.” 

“Good.” Snufkin closed his eyes, smiling as he nuzzled back. “Because you really are too fun to tease.” 

The two smiled at each other then, and soon they were sitting together with bowls of stew in their hands, eating and laughing together as they reminisced over the past year. Moomin admitted that he’d still be sad to see Snufkin go, but he’d feel better knowing Snufkin made snow-statues of him. And Snufkin said he’d no doubt be thinking of Moomin often, and that he hoped he’d make some appearances in Moomin’s hibernating dreams. 

After their meal, they stayed up awhile to stargaze, either hand in hand or cuddled close. They’d stayed up so late, in fact, that Moomin just had to spend the rest of the night in Snufkin’s tent—he couldn’t very well travel in such darkness, could he? 

[angst-fairygodmother]

Maybe something SVU where the reader is a defense attorney and Sonny is so distracted by her in court that he messes up and then he asks her out afterward?

A/N: Alright Nonny, you gave me a pretty simple prompt, and I’ve been toying with trying this again, so let’s do this. I went with Carisi still as a detective because I’m behind and haven’t actually seen much of him as an ADA, also because it made screwing up in court less potentially disasterous. I hope you like it. Word Count: 1497 Content Warning: references to prostitution

“Drop the charges.”

“Hello to you too, counselor,” Barba drawled into the other end of your phone.

“We both know they’re bullshit and you’re only pursuing anything against my client because Saint Benson convinced you it’s the best way to get her to flip on the guy you’re really after.”

“Is that something we both know?”

“They’re not going to stick. Save yourself the embarrassment.”

“We have audio-video evidence of your client soliciting a UC. That’ll secure at least the prostitution charge.”

“It’s suggestive, sure, if you can get it admitted. Which, we’ll see. I mean, Judge Bertuccio is a reasonable man, but rumor has it he doesn’t like you much, Barba.” You couldn’t resist a smirk. “I would never use a personal bias to my own advantage…but to my client’s…”

“Are you done?”

“I just hope your UC is a shark, because he’s going to have his work cut out for him.”

“See you in court, L/N.”

“Looking forward to it.”

Barba slammed the receiver down with a sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Alright Carisi, let’s run through your testimony again.”

“I don’t know Rafael, this feels wrong. I mean this girl is a vic, should we really be going after her like this?”

“I don’t like this any more than you do, but it’s our job. And just because we’re dealing with a junior lawyer doesn’t mean you can get sloppy.”

~

The morning of the trial dawned cold and rainy and it seemed like the whole world was gearing up against you, as if your nerves at facing down the great Rafael Barba in court weren’t enough. You had tripped on your way out the door and spilled your coffee. Your umbrella inverted in the wind and broke beyond repair. Train delays ate up most of the time you had hoped to have in the courthouse to mentally prepare. You stepped in a puddle, soaking clean through your right shoe. Basically a total disaster.

Flustered, you checked your phone and saw that you’d be lucky if you had ten minutes in the bathroom to make yourself some semblance of presentable before you were supposed to give your opening statement. Muttering a swear under your breath, you darted up the steps to the door. An attractive man around your age held the door open for you and when you turned to thank him, you were momentarily stunned by the expression on his face, a smile so blindingly warm and friendly that it seemed to chase away the black clouds from the sky and from your mood. Unfortunately, you didn’t have time to dwell on that smile or the soft crinkle of his baby blue eyes, so you simply offered him a quick smile in return and made your way through security, flushed from more than just your morning exertion.

~

The trial was going…okay. You couldn’t really guess what the jury was thinking, but you were pretty sure the judge was on your side and the prosecution really didn’t have a leg to stand on. Finally it was time for their star witness, the undercover officer that your client had allegedly solicited on the night she was arrested, to take the stand.

“The People call Detective Dominick Carisi,” Barba said, standing and smugly re-buttoning his suit jacket, as he often did.

The name wasn’t one you could put a face to, but you had only been working cases directly for a few months, and this was your first tangle with Manhattan SVU. And then you saw the detective approach the stand and felt your heart sink. It was the same attractive man that had held the door open for you. A rapidly developing crush on the prosecution’s chief witness was not a good way to manage a case, you scolded yourself, desperately trying to reign your reeling emotions in so you could focus.

~

Sonny felt his eyes drawn to the defense’s table, even as he answered the questions as he and Barba had rehearsed. The attorney that sat there was far more prim and put together than they had been that morning, but he was sure it was the same person. And he felt just as lovestruck now as he did in that moment. When they stood, approaching the witness stand in slow, measured steps, he felt like he was hypnotized.

~

“Detective, Carisi was it?” you asked, keeping your voice just on the cold side of polite. He nodded, and then when you subtly raised an eyebrow, he answered yes aloud before you could ask him to.

You carried on with clarifying questions, simple things to lure him into a sense of calm, noting with a smug sense of pride that he seemed to stumble even on some of those (unbeknownst to you it was because of his own crush rather than any actual prowess or lack of in court), before you struck.

“Tell me detective, did my client ask you for money during your interaction?”

“Well no, but she definitely implied…”

“So money only came up when you suggested paying her?”

“No, I didn’t actually –”

“Was money in exchange for sex ever actually discussed between the two of you?”

“…no.”

“Did she ask you for something else then? Drugs or favors?”

“No. She never actually asked. But I’ve worked enough SVU cases to know what girls are implying by the way they say things.”

You didn’t have to look behind you to know that Barba was glaring daggers into your back as you continued, steamrolling the poor, utterly rattled detective.

“So it was your bias that made you assume my client was a prostitute?”

“That’s not what I…no.”

“You’re young, fit, good looking. Is it possible that my client found you attractive?”

“I mean I guess, sure.” You smiled as you watched him squirm.

“Do you often assume that women who find you attractive are prostitutes?”

“No! Of course not!” he tried to laugh the question off as if it was ridiculous, but the judge and jury both seemed unimpressed.

“But you assumed my client was?”

“I had reason to believe…”

“Based on conjecture, and no actual evidence or clear indicators, other than her offering to sleep with an attractive man she met in a bar. Correct?”

“…I suppose if you want to look at it that way.”

“No further questions your honor.”

~

You smiled in relief, and just a little bit of triumph, as the jury pronounced your client not guilty, letting her tearfully throw her arms around you in celebration and patting her on the back. Then as she exited the courtroom a free woman, you lingered to gather your notes and breathe deeply, your nerves singing. You didn’t really think you would win, that you could handle a case on your own, but you had, against a man who was practically a legend in the field. You laughed softly and incredulously to yourself as you packed the last of your things into your bag.

All the while, you felt a pair of eyes on you, and glancing up at one point, as the last of the crowd was filtering out into the hall, you caught a flash of watchful sky blue.

~

“Counselor!” you heard a now familiar voice call out, following you down the courthouse steps. You paused, waiting for the detective to catch up.

“Listen, I know we don’t really know each other but I was wondering if you’d like to grab a coffee, now the case is over,” he said, scratching the back of his neck.

“Is this a professional inquiry, or a personal one?”

“Personal. As in…a uh, a date.”

You smiled at him, hoping that the shade was enough to hide your blush.

“Barba doesn’t have you convinced I’m the devil in disguise yet?”

“I trust Barba’s opinion on a lot of things. Dating ain’t one of them. You seem real nice, and I’d like to at least get to know you better.”

“Alright, Detective Carisi. Consider me charmed. And call me sometime.” You took out a pen to write your cell phone number on the back of a business card with your office information.

“Great. I mean I will. And call me Sonny, everyone does.”

There was that damnable smile again. Even though the storm had passed and the traitorous sun was finally showing its watery face, it was nothing to rival the bright warmth in that smile.

“I can see why,” you mumbled shyly.

“What’s that?”

“Nothing,” you smiled back at him. “I look forward to hearing from you. Have a good afternoon.”

Impulsively, you took a step back up to put you on the same level as him and kissed his cheek before walking away, leaving him, stunned and awed, on the courthouse steps.  

“By the way, in case you’re confused,” you couldn’t help the playful smirk on your face as you turned around to call back to him. “I’m not a prostitute, just find you attractive.”

[gabriel-agreste-has-no-rights]

Rating: G

Summary:  Adrien apologizes to Ladybug for his cousin's actions. He doesn't expect her to trust and tease him in the same breath. Ladrien, post-Felix episode.

Word Count: 1765

XXX

“Adrien?”

He jumped, barely stopping himself from whirling around and punching his lady in surprise.  He shouldn’t be surprised; he as Chat was the one who’d asked her to meet “Adrien” in the secluded part of this park.

And he really shouldn’t punch her.  That was kind of the opposite of why he was here.

“M—Ladybug!  You came.”  Nervousness had him smiling too tightly, though normally his Lady was one of the few people he could relax around.  

Maybe Plagg had been right, and this was a stupid idea.  But she deserved an apology, even if it just came from him.

“Of course. Chat told me you wanted to see me?”

He noticed how she kept her distance, standing in the middle of the grassy patch turned pink by the sunset. He couldn’t blame her for staying back.  Maybe she knew it had been Felix who’d tried to kiss her, but how could she look at Adrien’s face and not see the guy who had been such a creep?

He hadn’t realized the extent of what Felix had attempted until after his cousin left, and the footage of him trying to kiss Ladybug ended up on Nadia Chamak’s broadcast.  If he had, his parting words would have been a lot less forgiving.

“Yes. I—I won’t keep you, I know you’ve got better things to do than talk to me, but I just wanted to say—I’m so sorry. For yesterday.”

He winced, preparing himself for some kind of rebuke. Yes, it hadn’t been him who did something worthy of Ladybug punching his face, but it was still his face.  His appearance used to deceive his Lady.  If he’d trusted Felix less, if he’d listened to Plagg…

Adrien knew how it felt to be kissed without permission, to be clung to and fawned over by people who couldn’t care less about him.  But somehow he hadn’t fully processed how awful it was until the same thing happened to his Lady.

“Wait… Felix?” She took another step back. Her eyes narrowed in a dangerous way he’d only seen directed at akumas. It was a look that could freeze his blood.

Well, that settled it. If Ladybug ever did fall in love with him, he could never reveal his identity. Not when she turned her icy glare on him like that.

“No, I’m Adrien. The real one.” Why did he say that? That only made it sound more like he was an imposter!

She peered at him and bit her lip.  What was she thinking?  Did she want to believe him?  Was she going to punch him like she had his cousin?

He wouldn’t blame her, honestly.

“Alright. Just to be safe—how many time loops did you go through trying to save me?”

“25,914,” he answered without missing a beat (though his heart missed several).

Relief flooded her features before she hung her head. “Sorry. That one was cruel. It was the first thing I thought of that only you would know.”

“You could’ve gone with my hero name,” he pointed out. It did hurt to remember how many times he’d failed—but at the same time, he couldn’t help a new surge of love at the fact she remembered.

(Maybe she didn’t hate Adrien.  Maybe.)

“You never told it to me.  Not outside of the time loops, I guess.”

“Oh.”  He rubbed the back of his neck.  “It was Aspik, but—nevermind. That’s not why I asked you to come.”

“Then why?”  She asked, stepping softly towards him, emerald grass bending lightly under her feet.

In any other circumstance, sharing a private moment in a sunset garden would’ve been a romantic dream come true.  But now he wrenched his thoughts away from how the pink light glowed off her dark hair, from how her eyes stared into his like she truly wanted to see him.

(He had to be imagining that.  Ladybug was just too nice to show her discomfort, probably.)

“I’m not Felix, but I did want to apologize for him,” he said firmly.  “What he did to you was wrong, and you had every right to punch him in the face.”

There.  That was all.  It didn’t matter if she forgave him or not; at least she could know he was sorry.

Her head tilted slightly as she examined him like a particularly complicated Lucky Charm.  “You… wait, I’m confused.  Why are you apologizing for him?  It’s not your fault.”

Her mouth opened like she wanted to add something after that, then thought better of it.  

“It kind of is, though,” he said. He wrapped his arms around himself as a light breeze ruffled his overshirt.  “He used my face.  He used my phone to record that awful message that got my friends reakumatized… I never notice people’s lies until it’s too late,” he murmured. 

First Lila, scheming to separate him from his Lady, on top of the ways she’d lied to and harassed him personally.  Now Felix, trying to sabotage his friendships and attack his partner.  

Why were so many people close to him dedicated to hurting Ladybug?  Why, after all this time, did it still feel like he couldn’t protect her when it mattered?  

“Adrien.”  Ladybug’s voice was soft, almost like when she comforted an akuma victim after a battle.  Hesitantly, her hand reached up to rest on his shoulder.  “Wanting to see the best in people isn’t a bad thing, you know.”

It is when you pay the price for it, he couldn’t say.

“Thanks, m-Ladybug.”  He couldn’t meet her eyes either.  She was the one seeing the best in him.  And he fell a little more in love with her for it, for all that it was hard to believe her.

“Everyone has to take accountability for their own actions,” she added, as if she could tell he wasn’t convinced.  “Hawkmoth chose to use his miraculous for evil.  Felix chose to try to kiss me when I told him no.  You didn’t make either of those choices, and I know you never would.”

“Do you?”  How could she know?  She didn’t remember her time with him as Aspik.  She barely knew “Adrien” at all, outside of saving him from… okay, so she’d had to save him a lot. Too many akumas seemed to be directly interested in him, from Gorizilla to Chameleon to Oni-Chan to Party Crasher—he’d probably caused as many akumas as Chloe at this point.

No.  Hawkmoth caused the akumas.  He knew that, even if it was difficult to shake the guilt sometimes.

“Yes,” she replied earnestly.  “You wouldn’t be here apologizing to me now if you were anything like your cousin.  I trust you.”

Heat rushed to his face.  That smile could slay him on the spot, if her words didn’t first.

“Th-thanks.  I trust you too.”

The way her smile widened at that threatened to melt him into the grass underfoot.  As his brain fizzled he rambled, “O-of course I trust you, since you’re a superhero and you’ve saved me so many times and you’re so amazing you could punch me in the face and I’d thank you.” 

She blinked, her eyes wide as he’d ever seen them.

...Why, why, why did he just say that?

“Uh.  I’m gonna. Shut up now.”  He stared at the ground, fighting the urge to bury his face in his hands.  

He would thank her if she punched him and put him out of his misery now.

She giggled awkwardly.  “I’d never punch you in the face.  Um. But, um, thank you.  For the apology.  And everything, I… if it’s okay…?”

Her hand moved from his shoulder to hover near his cheek.  He could feel the heat emanating from her palm even through her suit.  What was she—was she…?

He nodded dumbly, and then she stood on tip-toe to kiss the blush on his cheek.  It was the briefest of touches, but she came away flushed as pink as he must be.

“Better than a punch, I hope.”  A smile tugged at the corner of her lips.  

“Much,” he said breathlessly.

She laughed again.  “Might want to close that mouth, handsome boy.  You’ll end up catching butterflies in there.”

He snapped his jaw shut, cheeks burning.  If she were anyone else, he’d assume she’d kissed him just to have a chance to tease him afterwards.  But she wasn’t like that— even if he had a hard time understanding why she had kissed him.  Sure, she’d kissed his cheek after he’d given up the snake miraculous too… was it really just a thank you?  Did she thank every miraculous wielder like that?

That was a dangerous train of thought, one that was better left in the station.  Besides, with the print of her lips burned into his cheek, he decided it didn’t matter.

“I don’t think you have to worry about that.”  As if any akuma could touch him when the love of his life kissed him and gave him a nickname like that.

She looked down with another little laugh—he could bottle it up and cure depression with the sound—before unhooking her yo-yo from her hip.

“Good. Punching your cousin was bad enough.  I’d hate for you to get akumatized and actually have to punch your face.”  She winked, and he wondered if she knew how that one action turned each of his joints to jelly.

“You won’t. I promise.”  He’d promise her anything, like the lovestruck fool he was.  Why was it so much harder to pull it together around her without his suit?

“But if I did, you’d thank me for it?”   The tiny smirk playing on her lips should be illegal.  

“Now you’re just messing with me,” he muttered, pretending to pout.  It was so hard not to banter back with her like he did as Chat, but he was eternally grateful that she seemed to trust Adrien enough to tease him too.  Maybe the incident with Desperada had brought her closer to him in spite of everything.  That was the only explanation he could think of, anyway.

“Maybe so,” she said, her grin widening as she unhooked her yo-yo from her hip.  “I’d love to stay and mess with you more, but I know you’ve got to get back to your—well, someone will miss you soon.  See you around, Adrien.  Bug out!”

She swung off towards a distant rooftop, becoming a streak of red against the skyline.

And him?  He stood rooted in that clearing, dazed enough that he might have been punched in the face after all.

[hateswifi]

Rising from the Ashes: Of the Past and Nightmares

So this is Part Eleven here is to my Master List and Part Ten.

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"So how'd you get to Gotham from Paris?" Jason asks, plopping down on the couch in the living room.

"Oh easy the glasses, it's called a miraculous, this one is the horse miraculous that grants the power of teleportation," Marinette said, tapping her glasses. "I have a kwami named, Kaalki. The kwami that transforms me into Ladybug is Tikki the goddess of creation. My partner, Chat Noir, has the god of destruction, Plagg. We are balanced."

"Your partner, Chat Noir, is Adrien. Kagami is Ryuko. Luka is Viperon. Chloe is Queen Bee. I'm assuming at least, you don't seem like the type to pick people you don't trust," Damian asked. "But if Chat Noir is your balance does that not make you soulmates?"

"Yes and no. We're not the soulmates you might be thinking of. We are best friends platonic soulmates if you will. We are meant to be in each other's lives and we can’t live without each other," Marinette explained. 

"That makes sense, but who is Tikki and Kaalki?" Jason asks. 

Marinette lifts her hair and they fly out. "Meet Tikki and Kaalki. I have other kwamis as the guardian, but they are in the miracle box at the moment," Marinette explains, holding out their favorite food.

"Hi, guys!" Tikki chirps, landing on her head.

"Oh my gosh! They're adorable! They're so small and precious!" Dick cooed, standing up to move closer to them. 

"I can bring other ones out at different times. Kaalki is just the one I had out due to her transportation powers. I would show you Plagg, but they don't show up on camera," She explains, petting Kaalki's head.

"Miss Marinette, do you have the miraculous of the peacock? I wish to catch up with Duusuu," Alfred asks.

"You had Duusuu before she was taken?" Marinette asks, shocked.

"Ahh yes, is she alright?" Alfred asks.

"She was in the hands of an evil miraculous holder recently, Hawkmoth's partner Mayura, but I think seeing a previous holder would help. Tikki, is that true?" Marinette asks.

"That is correct Mari, it would help wit the cleansing," Tikki said. "Could you also take out Wayzz?"

"Of course I would be able to," Marinette said, standing up leaving Damian's embrace. She opens her bag and takes out the miracle box she takes out the turtle and peacock miraculous after she put the horse miraculous away. "Alfred, would you be able to wear the brooch? I wore all of them once and passed out afterward. Master Fu advised against wearing more than three. I'll need it back after."

"Of course, Miss Marinette," Alfred said, taking the brooch and pinned it to her jacket. Marinette puts on the turtle miraculous. 

"Hello Master Marinette, it's good to see you again," Wayzz greets, bowing.

"Wayzz, please call me Marinette," she answers.

"Wayzz I must speak with you," Tikki says, flying off. Alfred had already walked off to catch up with Duusuu.

"So those are some of the kwamis," Marinette said, snuggling into Damian's embrace.

"What do you mean you passed out after wearing all the miraculi?" Damian asks, kissing her head.

"During the akuma called Kwamibuster, every time Chat or I got hit we would lose our transformation. I went to Master Fu and asked to take all the miraculous so I wouldn't have to reveal my identity. I came up with this brilliantly over the top plan that worked. I'll show you the video Alya took some time. The miraculi are only supposed to be worn one at a time because of the power it holds," Marinette said.

Wayzz flew into the room saying. "But Marinette is the best guardian and holder of Tikki's miraculous that we've had and she somehow was able to pull it off."

"Diana's mother was a Ladybug," Alfred informed them, reentering the parlor.

"That's why she feels familiar," Tikki realizes, landing on Marinette's head. They all chat together, taking turns to ask questions to the kwamis. At the end of the night, Damian decides it's too late for her to go home. Damian leads Marinette to a guest room beside his room. They're standing by the door when he decides to give her the present he bought her.

"Angel, can you face the door for a moment," Damian asks. She turns away from him. He opens a small bow and takes out a necklace, a white gold infinity heart. "Can you look at me now?" She turns back around. "Beautiful," he breathed.

"The necklace?" Marinette asks her bluebell eyes sparkling.

"No, you," he leans down and kisses her softly.

"Prince, you're too nice," she said, breathlessly breaking the kiss. "Goodnight," She says, standing on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek. She then entered the room and closed the door quietly behind her. She falls onto the bed lovestruck. Damina places his head on the door and happily sighs before walking to his room. She changed into her pajamas which is a Jagged Stone hoodie and leggings.

Not long after she fell asleep she woke up screaming from a nightmare. Damian rushes into the room as she is sitting up out of breath. "Angel are you ok?" he asks, sitting beside her rubbing her back.

"Ya it was just a nightmare," she whispers, into his shoulder.

"How often do you wake up to nightmares?" he asks, kissing her head.

"More often than I would like to admit," she whispers. "It has been worse since the fire."

"Want me to stay with you?" he asks.

"Please?" she asks looking up at him and blushes. "Umm... Damian, why are you shirtless?'

His face goes completely red looking down at himself. "I... I heard you scream, Ummm... kinda just ran into here, and normally I sleep shirtless," he explains. "Do you want me to grab a shirt?"

"No, please don't leave me," she says, yawning. He lays down and wraps an arm around her. She looks at his arm.

"What happened there?" she asks, tracing a scar.

"When I first moved in with my father, my mother got captured by my grandfather's successor. While father put mother into the Lazarus pool I chased after him, we got into a fight. At one point he put swords into both my arms to stop me from fighting," Damian explains, holding her closer. "Now go to sleep."

They fall asleep with her partly on top of him one hand in his hair the other over his heart. He has one arm around her, and the other hand was on top of hers. Damian didn't normally like touching but sleeping like this with Marinette. 

 "Oh my gosh!" Dick whispered to Jason, peeking in the room. 

"Come on leave them alone, remember privacy?" Tim whispered, pulling both of them away from the door by their collars. "If you wake Damian wake up, he will murder you. He won't care about Father's rule." 

Damian woke up to them talking, but couldn't move to murder them due to his Angel still peacefully sleeping on him. He fell back asleep waiting for her to wake up. After an hour or two, he's woken up by Marinette moving on top of him, she was trying to get out of bed without waking him up.

"No, Angel, please don't leave," he groaned, pulling her back into his embrace.

"Dami-- Damian," she stutters, trying to wiggle out of his strong embrace. "Alfred just called us for breakfast." She finishes trying to sit up again.

"Fine, but next time we're going to stay a bit longer," he says, into her ear, his chin on her shoulder. "I... I mean if there is a next time."

She kisses his cheek. "I would love that. Maybe watching a movie of your choice next time," she smiles, getting out of bed. He quickly follows. They take a seat on stools at the island where plates of waffles sat on the counter. 

"So you wanna tell me what woke you up last night?" Damian said, pouring him and her a glass of orange juice. 

"Well I have constant nightmares over the last standoff against Hawkmoth," she explains, taking a sip of OJ.

"What about the last battle?" he asks, sitting down beside her after he put the OJ back in the fridge.

"You know how Jon saw a healing stab wound?" Marinette asks he nodded in response. "Well, I took that stab wound trying to save Adrien from falling off the Eiffel Tower, he was grabbing Kagami. While I was trying to pull them up I got stabbed, Luka then knocked into Hakwmoth knocking him off the Tower. When he was falling he somehow made it on to a lower platform and ran back to his liar near the end of his transformation," Marinette sighed, taking another bite. "My nightmare was me trying to catch you, but I couldn't catch you, then everything she had said about me was becoming true." she hisses at the mention of 

"Who is she? What could she say to make you react like this?" Damian asks, taking her hand.

"Oh... Ummm... her name is Lila Rossi but it... it.. it isn't important," she stammered, wiping a quick tear that was threatening to fall.

"Marinette, Angel, she must have hurt you in some way if you're reacting this way to here," Damian said, wiping the stray tears.

"She turned all my friends against me with her lying ways. Adrien knew the truth but couldn't truly help me in any way due to his father's overbearing nature. After he found me crying on a roof during one of our patrols, he drew the line there and helped me with Lila's antics," Marinette explained.

"What did she lie about?" Damian asks, pulling her into a hug.

"What didn't she lie about is the real question," Marinette snickers into his still shirtless chest. "She always lying about connections, she is still currently ruining my ex-classmates' lives. She fell down the stairs and said I pushed her, I got suspended. She faked a couple of different disabilities to gain the sympathy of others. She stuck the answer key to a test in my bag and framed me for cheating. Gabriel the retired Hawkmoth, has admitted to Lila willingly let herself be akumatized multiple times. She threatened me and told me she would separate me from my friends until I was all alone." He is silent, but she can feel his heart rate speed up. She looks up at him, fury was spread across his face. "Prince, please say something," she whispered, placing a hand on his cheek.

He takes her hand and  kisses her palm and says, "Angel, no one plans homicide out loud."

"You can't kill her, sadly," she said whispering the last part. "Also one more thing you should know about, apparently you adore her and you guys have had an on and off relationship from childhood," she smirks, her bluebell eyes sparkling with mischief as he gags. They finish eating breakfast together and after cleaning up Damian escorts her home. 

When she arrives home she unpacks and washes her clothes, then starts Scarlette's bridal shower outfit. She makes a cornflower blue button-up blouse and a white high skirt with white sheer fabric on the top of the solid underskirt. She sent a picture to Scarlette and let her know she could pick it up on Sunday. She also recommended pairing it with a pair of pastel pink high heels and clutch. 

Life went on, she started building a name for herself with the help of Diana under the name of Nette. She told Diana that Marinette knows that she is Wonder Woman and that she is Ladybug. Diana laughed it off saying that she knew Marinette had Tikki from the moment she entered the store, part of the reason Diana hired her so quickly. She was intrigued by the holder of creation. Damian and Marinette continued to go on dates. Damian came home with Marinette for Chinese New Year, he also wore a disguised just in case. In March, Damian asked Marinette if she would move into the manor with him, she declined because she has a year contract on her apartment and she doesn't want to mooch off of him.

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