#He's confessing his undying love to Fit at the moment

[dnalt-d2]

So I missed the beginning of Phil's stream today and I gotta say I wasn't expecting the shit that Quackity keeps saying holy SHIT????

[fauustic]

loved your bubble bath fic! can i make a request about miguel and reader who’s always doing favors for him (ex: bringing him lunch, patching him up after a rough night of fighting crime, checking up on him) and he tries to figure out why they’re doing this bc he thinks he’s a freak bc of his powers, until reader just confesses their undying love for him?

i hope i did this one justice! thank you for the request, anon!!

gender-nonconforming reader x miguel “spider-man 2099″ o’hara

angst, comfort. miguel, unable to accept his changed self, runs into you.

warnings: newly genetically altered miguel, intense insecurity and self-consciousness on his end. use of "freak" as self-depreciation. spanish may be iffy, not the best so i had little help with a translator :)

word count: 4291

Miguel liked the apartment he found himself in, low-key and hidden away from most of the hustle and bustle of the city. The complex was barely busy, except the few residential college students just looking for a place with cheap rent and the couple drunk office-workers who drag themselves to their apartment late every-night.

Having his senses genetically evolved, he couldn’t exactly fight himself when it came to being observant. Miguel would accidentally eavesdrop on work conversation, learning rather disgusting secrets of his co-workers with a sneer before trying his best to cover his ears subtly. The rare moments he was walking along the street alone, he’d hear passing comments that would normally flatter him, but hearing it from hushed strangers made him feel a gross way. Like he was intruding beyond boundaries. Learning things he shouldn’t by accident made him feel like a social monster.

Miguel knew almost everything going on around him. So when he was able to pick up on the clink of keys jingling into the presumably-empty apartment right next to it, Miguel wasn't exactly curious about the new neighbor– if anything he was a bit irritated. Knowing he'd have to suffer through days due to your chores, or the clanging of pots around every dinner, it made him feel more of a freak. No one else had to deal with such problems, so the newfound issues arising ever since the incident of quite literally getting his genetics flipped upside down– it made his skin crawl and heart ache. 

He would continue to suffer in quiet, claws digging into his pillow in a fit of agitation. Miguel will continue trying to live his life, and as you will yours.

It took weeks to finally run into you, as he stepped out of his own apartment and you were entering yours. It was a complete fluke, as Miguel began growing accustomed to wearing earbuds and turning on an easy-listening playlist to try and drown out the noises that normally put him so on edge.

He was locking his apartment before finally noticing your figure standing in your own doorway, a smile on your lips so genuine he almost was stunned. A welcoming neighbor in the city of Nueva York? Completely unheard of, quite frankly, it may even be considered suspicious.

The moment Miguel slipped off one of the earbuds, your voice met his eardrums in a way he's never heard anyone before. Usually, Miguel would gain a migraine after conversation with others. He's not used to his powers yet, and as much as it made him feel as if he was just some animal, the case didn't arise with you.

Smiling with sincerity, you held out your hand for him to take in a greeting. "Hi! I was wondering if I moved next to someplace haunted.." It was obviously a joke, yet when Miguel hadn't reacted you felt the need to explain in a much more awkward tone. "I suppose I just would hear some rummaging over on your side, but not a single person ever stepped foot out until now! Thought I was just hearing things." You giggled, rubbing the back of your neck while your other still hung with anticipation.

Miguel felt a subtle smile sneak itself onto his own features, before firmly shaking your hand back. "Ah, I hope you've been settling in well. Welcome to Nueva City, it's a pleasure to meet you." He wasn't necessarily trying to be awkward, it's just he technically does work all day, goes home, and then proceeds to pummel the absolute shit out of criminals corrupting the city. Miguel has lost a touch of charisma when it comes to new people, his usual way of conservating was from whoever was on the opposing side of his fists. A silence loomed over the two of you before you perked up, giving him a "hold on, there's something I have for you," before disappearing within your apartment. 

Confusion etching his consciousness, Miguel shifted on his feet. "What?" He huffed out. Guilt seeped into his thoughts, why are you the one giving a gift? Shouldn't he be the one to bring a house-warming present?

Miguel shook his head, easily brushing off your antics with an excuse of you "being nice, wanting a friend close by." He practically chuckled at the idea, Miguel wasn't the type to befriend off a whim, as much as he hated it he knew he was played a tough facade for those around him. It was difficult to break that barrier as he didn't trust others well, let alone allow an opportunity to accidentally reveal his monstrous features to a civilian.

His doubts were interrupted with a light giggle from that melodious voice of your's, a nervous bounce in your step as you held out tupperware for him. It was nothing too big, only enough for a meal, but the warmth in his hands rendered him shell-shocked. Growing flustered, he opened his mouth to ask what this was before you quickly answered before the words tumbled off his lips. 

"It's nothing special, I was just making some good ol' chicken alfredo pasta last night and had some leftover." You explained with a flurry of nervous hand gestures, catching Miguel's gaze. He found himself studying you excessively, the idea of eating a home-cooked meal for the first time that week had his mouth watering. "Since we never catch each other, I thought your schedule may not allow you to have a good meal every once and a while." Miguel couldn't deny that the idea made his chest bloom with a painful tenderness despite just thinking how he wouldn't cave easily for you. 

He didn't deserve this normalcy from you. He didn't deserve this meal from someone like you, sweet and caring and human. As much as a voice whispered to him to open up, to accept this because he needed such kindness– Miguel shut his brain off as he met your own stare. 

You were messing with a bracelet on your wrist with a downturned frown and a nervous glint in your eyes due to his abrupt silence. He perked up once realizing the anxiety was because of him, because of his reaction.

"This is.. very nice of you." Miguel confessed stiffly, unsure how to exactly react because he's not used to gifts. "Thank you..?" 

You blurted your name out clumsily as he trailed off, and Miguel just couldn't contain the chuckle that escaped his lips. It was nothing like the chuckle before, he felt happiness explode through his chest at the simple sight of you joining him. 

"Thank you," Repeating your name, he caught the wobble of your smile when it purred off his tongue. His words were more genuine as the tension from before loosened. Miguel's gaze dropped from his next lunch to your hands, in which he couldn't help but squeeze them both in a reassuring manner. It may have been difficult with the tupperware sandwiched between his arm and hip, but he was determined to express his gratitude in a friendly manner. He knew he was acting a bit weird, but he truly was trying to hold it together. 

"Miguel, Miguel O'hara." He finally introduced himself, almost wanting to slap his cheek over stupidly waiting so long to do so. But you just giggled, and the squeeze he felt on both his hands washed away any thoughts his insecurities infected him with. "So nice to meet you, Miguel." What an angel, un ser celestial he couldn't help the thought.

Your phone erupted through the comfortable silence that enveloped over the two of you, and with an apologetic glance you signalled you had to go. Before finally picking up your phone, you quickly sputtered out "have a good day at work!"

For the first time since his incident, he felt normal. The lighthearted conversation, the look of joy directed towards him in contrast to the usual fear. It fueled something inside him, a yearning for more.

Miguel, for the first time in so many years, looked forward to a day in the lab because of some chicken alfredo pasta. It was stupid, he knew that.

But as his tongue met the noodles later that shift, which were seasoned just right, accompanied with a tender, grilled slab of chicken– Miguel almost fell out on the floor of his lab. He had never missed home-cooked dishes more than now after finally getting a taste of your recipe. 

Stabbing another forkful, he wondered why you didn't just keep the rest of it for yourself.

A full week passed until a light knock and ring to his doorbell met the dimly lit room.

He couldn't withstand bright lights, especially the overhead light of his apartment. Miguel's eyesight still was trying to get used to the sharpness, the ability to track a motion muscle by muscle. It was a blessing, being able to to spearhead figures in the dark– but lights enraged migraines he couldn't shake off for days. 

Wincing as he dodged his suit lamely bundled on the floor of his apartment, Miguel couldn't help but hiss when his nose scrunched the wrong way. The stench of blood flooded his senses, the black eye forming tingling with pain. He was exhausted, and ready to tell off whoever decided to ring him this late into the hour.

What he didn't expect to see was you, standing in the doorway with a sleepiness to your expression as your pajamas hung loosely to your form. In your hands, this time, was a tray of cookies that looked as if they just left the oven. "Hey there, neighbor," you giggled with a tired haze in your tone, shifting your attention from your slippers to his own eyes. 

Yet, after a few seconds of your eyes adjusting to the darkness, you were able to make his injuries out with a surprised gasp. The silly greeting was forgotten as quickly as it came, you demanded answers as the light from your own apartment seeped into his. Miguel's shock at seeing you up this late easily allowed you to push past him, laying the cookies down on the nearest counter you found. 

"Miguel, what is wrong with your face?" You whispered with sadness, your grasp finding purchase on his cheeks. He couldn't bear this proximity with you, so he quickly pushed the advancement aside before trying to conjure up any excuse he could make.

"I had– a–" He sighed a huff of frustration, pinching the bridge of his nose in habit. But the gesture was quickly ruined with his own whine of pain, something he didn't want you to hear at all. "I had a fight at work, okay?" Miguel hisses through fangs, yet they didn't catch your attention due to the chaos of suddenly finding "Well-Kept, Awkward Chemist Guy" with a bloodied nose and a bruising eye. "I didn't expect it, ya know? El científico loco. Took a few swigs of a sample and that went wrong. Was caught in the crossfire."

He hadn't realized you had wandered off, rampaging through his bathroom for medical supplies until you came back with the items in hand. "Go on, sit down." You ordered, and with confusion etched all over his face, Miguel couldn't allow himself to disobey.

The apartment, dark with the exception of a few neon lights peeking through the big windows every now-and-then, stayed silent except for the few "be quiets" in response to Miguel's hisses and muffled groans. He hated being so vulnerable in front of someone he knew so little of, which led him to bring out the question that's been on the tip of his tongue this entire time. He shuffled nervously in his seat that you led him to minutes ago as you stood in between his legs with a focused expression resting on your features.

But you beat it to him first. As your hands skillfully bandaged wounds littering his skin, one one his shoulder and a few other on his back, your solemn tone broke through Miguel's guilt like a talon against prey.

"I know that story you made up was utter bullshit,"

"What-"

"No, you listen to me O'Hara." You tutted, as stern as he's ever heard you. "I'm not asking for excuses, or an entire story that's a lie. I asked what happened because I was worried, I'm not mad." 

Miguel's breathing hitched, looking at his nails that briefly unsheathed into claws before he was able to control his panicked shame. "Why?" He couldn't help but mumble, "why are you worried? You have no right to be, no somos nada el uno para el otro. Nothing is between us, you should have left the moment you saw." Miguel avoided your eyes that peered into his soul like you knew his secret, could read him inside out. Tears he didn't know he could produce clouded his vision, deeply moved from the drop of kindness you've granted him. 

You sighed, heavy and lingering. Words were left unspoken as he was drawn into a hug by your arms, in which he greedily returned with his own hold.

Miguel fought within himself constantly, the idea of being accepted for his differences was completely foreign to him. But here you were, denying every thought he's ever had about himself. And you didn't even, truly know him. 

"Don't cry," You murmured into his curls as you pet the back of his head before returning to applying a new, medicated bandaid on his nose. Swiping away tears as you brushed away dried blood, Miguel would choke out a "I don't deserve this, I don't," before being promptly cut off with a flurry of reassurance.

By the end of the night, Miguel allowed himself to be led to his bed by you, exhaustion evident within his walk as you had to help keep him steady.

It was nauseating, seeing Miguel in such a broken state. It made you wonder if he sat in his apartment, wallowing in his own mind. You had no idea what he was going through, but you were determined to keep him grounded.

That night, as Miguel was tucked into bed by you like a sick child, you vowed to try to be there more for the man you developed a genuine attraction to over the weeks of small chit chat.

The little shame he held close to his heart washed away with ease as throughout the upcoming weeks, your visits would become more frequent, showering him in little trinkets you'd pass by in the city that "reminded you of him" and homemade goodies. 

Miguel just couldn't bring himself to understand why you put in such an effort to include him in your routine, to keep him, a man in pieces that just coincidentally was your neighbor, in your life.

As many times as you halted his vague little ramblings of "I do not deserve this, I truly don't, pequeño panadero," he had this mentality rammed within his brain that he just couldn't shake. Something that made no sense because he just couldn't open up to you.

After a bad run-in with a lowly villain, Miguel groaned every time his form landed on another building to climb. His features threatened to frown at his awareness, the absurdity of it all. Here he was, digging talons into metal beams to scale skyscrapers with another set of nasty scratches and bloodied knuckles. What the fuck? Tonterías. 

Miguel was having such difficulty coming to terms with his new lifestyle as he pushed himself to continue without a break, the only bits and pieces of clarity was with you. 

Everytime you two met, you always had some sort of sweet or delicious tray of food that could might as well be a contestant for a national baking competition. He would tell himself not to eat it, it would be dumb to open that door of craving more, but Miguel always caved as the scent of freshness wafted throughout his apartment in the hours he was alone.

He fell in love with every sugary cookie you conjured with care, and every noodle dish that slowly shifted to recipes he's never heard of.

Why were you doing such things? Miguel would ask himself with a palm dragging over his face, earbuds softly echoing that playlist he can't seem to escape. He was a monster, a tailored man overcome by science. He hated who he became against his will, drowning out such vile insecurities with the nights of being Spiderman 2099. 

Muttering under his breath, he swung through the balcony of his apartment with a soft thud, ripping the mask off his face with a relieved sigh. 

Miguel felt so disconnected to himself, when he heard a muffled "Miggy..?" reach his ears his blood ran cold and every one of his senses was on fire. He froze, looking around at the home he found himself in– a bit cosier than his one and filled with the most enticing scents. He saw white for just a moment, his legs dead with anxiety as your voice– less groggy and more aware now– continued to try and catch his attention.

This was not his bedroom, which was empty for the most part except essentials, this was your bedroom. And the realization smashing his brain, rattled him to an extent that he felt a whole new kind of fear. Nothing he's ever experienced out in the city, under the guise that he was simply just a superhero. No one truly knew he was a genetically engineered monster, and yet he was so mindless that the truth is now revealed to the one person who put up with him.

Your light graze met his suited shoulder, leading him to sit down on the edge of your bed in his daze. You were silent, he knew that much despite feeling as if he was drowning underwater.

You went to work on patching up the blemishes upon his jaw, most likely a right hook he couldn't dodge in time causing the damage. His attention was in a whole different dimension, but as your free hand led his chin up to your own eyes, an expression you've never seen from his cold exterior crushed every piece of your soul. Miguel was in pain, both physically and mentally.

His eye, which was just finally healing from the other night, twitched ever so slightly as if tears threatened to fall. You never knew he would be so emotional, but obviously there was more to him that meets the eye.

"Why are you doing this, ángel?" He mumbled, scarlet gaze piercing your own. They were hazy, as if he was struggling to stay in the present. He was too caught up in his own mind he began rambling little by little, venom dripping from his tongue when referencing himself. "Soy el diablo reencarnado, I'm a disgusting animal." He spat with tears falling, your gentle fingertips working on both dabbing ointment and his tears away without a word. When the atmosphere was only silence, he couldn't help but express more of what he was thinking.

"I am not what you think I am." He choked down a gasp of air, his hold digging into your sides in desperation. "I don't deserve this kindness, I'm vile. A freak," Tone rough and full of self-depreciation, he kept his head fixated towards you standing between his legs. "All these gifts, delicacies that you've flooded my home with– you've given them away to an absolute freak. Una bestia repugnante. You carded your fingers through his tousled, dampened with sweat curls with a soft smile which almost sent Miguel downward into another spiral of doubt if you hadn't begun talking.

As he subconsciously leaned into your loving pets upon his scalp and fluttering eyes, you couldn't help but utter a nervous laugh with a twisted feeling in your gut.

"Miguel, you stupid, stupid man." You couldn't help but coo, as his eyes peeled open in an instant. But you continued before he could sputter more nonsense.

"I–" You squeezed your eyes shut as nervousness almost halted your advancements, but you pushed through as Miguel's grasp around your hips tightened in his own anticipation. "I've never viewed you as someone disgusting."

"Because you've never been exposed to the truth–"

"Because I just see a man who needs help. A space to feel safe." You sighed, leaning down to his level as your hands trailed from his curls to his cheeks. You held onto his skin with a firm, but loving touch that he practically melted into. A sob erupted through his throat, followed with a purr of comfort.

"You don't think I'm asqueroso? ¿Un error de un hombre?" He murmured, desperation in his voice. Pleading for your validation as if he's waited all his life for this.

You sighed for the millionth time that night, trying to relieve yourself of stress. Before you could stop yourself, Miguel was pulled into your embrace, his head meeting your chest. He snuggled closer, his arms wrapping around your waist without a second thought. Nails tracing shapes through your thin shirt, he breathed in deeply. He basked in the comfort of your smell, choking up at the acceptance he's finally been craving.

Miguel's grown quite attached to you throughout the weeks of your favors as much as he tried to deny the advancements in secret. His head buzzed with the idea of you when his thoughts grew too overwhelming in the dead of night, wishing to hear the melody of your voice that is his only medicine to calm down. 

The next words that tumbled from your exasperated lips shocked the both of you.

"I love you." 

He almost broke his neck trying to meet your gaze. "¿Qué estás diciendo?" He laughed stiffly, not believing his ears.

You repeat yourself, force beneath your words to try and drill it into his head. "Miguel, I know this is cliche and stupid and unbelievable–"

You breathed in and out, trying to steady yourself to remain level-headed. You wouldn't know what to do if the man you've pined for rejected you.

"I give you my favorite cookies because I keep you in my mind while making them, wishing you were right next to me while I bake." You confessed, cheeks growing hot at finally saying the thought aloud. 

"I don't give you lunch everyday because I have some leftover. I do it because I'm worried you're not taking care of yourself enough." You began wiping away his tears as your confessions filled the night air, words he never expected to hear because of who he came to be.

"I do all these things because I'm," You leaned in, bringing your voice to a whisper in fear of getting rejected. "I'm in love with all of you, whether it be the little rambles you find yourself in or the fangs you try to hide from other's eyes. You have consumed my every thought, the favors I did because I was worried turned into favors I wanted to do because of the way your lips quirked up as you held onto the gifts like a lifeline." 

Miguel laughed, a real airy laugh that squeezed through his teeth like it pained him. The warmth of his breath fanned your lips as you held his face, and as his tearful gaze darted to your mouth and back to your eyes, you knew exactly what left his tongue next.

"Please.. please can I kiss you, cariño?" It was like a ticking time bomb.

You couldn't even cry out, "yes, please– anything–" before his lips were on yours, heated and sloppy as if he's been thinking about this for weeks. His fingers slipped under your shirt, to knead into the flesh of your sides, dangerously close to the mounds of flesh he rested upon before. 

You couldn't help but moan into his mouth, which he eagerly swallowed before wincing as a shock of pain shot through his jaw.

You immediately separated from his lips, a string of saliva left in its wake. 

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you strain yourself–" you began to apologize, before he snatched your face up with frantic carefulness and stole another needy kiss. 

This time, the pace was slower, less wild and more sensual. He panted into your mouth, licking into it before finally separating on his own terms before dragging his fangs down your lower lip. 

Miguel sighed, forehead resting upon yours as the both of you tried to catch your breath. "Gracias mi ángel. Thank you for showing me, for showing me what I needed."

You nodded, eyes fluttering close in newfound sleepiness. "Stay the night, please." You couldn't help but ask, and Miguel took the offer the moment it escaped your thoughts.

"Let me go get a change of clothes–" He gestured at the suit he was still wearing, "and I'll be back before you know it, cariño." 

Laughing and giving him one last peck, you sent him off on his way. "If you don't come back, you're going to be missing out on some homemade pancakes in the morning." You teased, pride swelling when you caught his soft flustered chuckle.

"I would never miss such an offer for the world." Was the last thing Miguel purred before tugging his mask on in one swoop and jumping from your balcony. 

The last thing you remember as sleep began to take over was the divet next to you in the bundle of blankets and sheets; a pair of marred arms pulling you into a warm chest. Breath fanning your ear, Miguel's own sleepy whisper lulled you to sleep.

"I love you more." He murmured, "absolutely adore you cariño."

[captainwans]

I BET YOU LOOK GOOD ON THE DANCEFLOOR.

— ALEX TURNER

pairing: fetus! alex turner x fem! actress! reader

summary: following a brief and hurried exchange between the pair, she returned to the old pub in hopes of seeing him once more.

warning: vulgar language, sickeningly teeth-rotting fluff, ryan being an ass, and paparazzi being the paparazzi.

note: this is part two from old pubs and cigarettes, and i suggest you to read the first part before reading this! ryan is a fictional character that’s apart of the story if anyone is confused.

word count: 4,9k | ( picture not mine! )

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….  [Y/N] WATCHED THE EMPTY STAGE WITH ANTICIPATION, EXCITEMENT FILLING INSIDE HER BODY AS SHE EAGERLY WAITED FOR THE CUTE, LONG-HAIRED MUSICIAN TO ENTER THE STAGE. It was such a shame that she never got to know his name, and she was still fuming over how her best friend interrupted their moment. She could still feel how his hot breath fanned her face, the smell of cigarettes and mint lingering in the air as she looked into his sweet brown eyes gazing into hers. She couldn’t stop thinking of him. The look on his face, when they had to leave the pub from the paparazzi, left a deep scar on her heart. His kind smile and his understanding nature made her guilty for leaving him on the spot. She remembered throwing a fit in the car that night as they were heading back to their trailers, angry and flustered at how their interaction went.

     [Y/N] slapped her best friend’s arm, which earned a small yelp from the strawberry blonde. She watched her hiss in pain before she mirrored her actions by slapping her shoulders, looking at her with a look of confusion. “What the fuck was that for?” Cindy chided with furrowed eyebrows, rubbing small circles on her arm to cease some of the pain.

     [Y/N] rolled her eyes, rubbing her shoulder as she looked at her with a glare. “You know why,” she growled at the burning pain on her shoulder, grimacing as she clenched her jaw.

     “Oh, thank you so much, Cindy, for saving us from the paps. Thank you for looking out for me. I’m so lucky to have a friend like you. You’re welcome by the way.” Cindy said in a dramatic tone, returning the same glare she was receiving before throwing her magazine at her. “Bitch, please. You’re over here moping over a guy that you just met. The paps almost knocked Vera outside while you were playing hide the zucchini with your rockstar boyfriend.” 

     [Y/N] scoffed, folding her arms in front of her chest, and shaking her head. “Thank you….” she ended up saying in a sweet tone, earning a satisfied grin on Cindy’s face. “For ruining my chance with him.” she finished her sentence, watching her friend’s face falter and morphing into a scowl. 

     “So, what are you gonna do? Go back to him and confess your undying love for him.” Cindy asked with a giggle, earning another slap on her thigh making her laugh even harder. “He was very cute by the way, I’ll give you that, babe.” 

     [Y/N]’s cheeks flushed, feeling blood rushing through her ears at the mention of the musician. “I heard they were having another gig at the same pub. They’re performing next weekend and we’re not filming on Saturday, so..” she answered with a pleading look, making Cindy let out a sigh before nodding her head. 

     As the days passed, with [Y/N] counting the days for the weekend, the day finally arrived and here she was,  seated at a table near the front stage alongside Cindy and her other two co-stars. Another band was performing earlier, which got everyone talking, especially the girls. Two of [Y/N]’s friends left their table to interact with two of the members, leaving her and the strawberry blonde alone, not impressed by their performance and their attitude at all. 

     [Y/N] cringed at one of their attempts to flirt with her friend and scoffed with a deep scowl, before moving her gaze to her best friend. “Let’s hope they stay away from us,” she said in a small voice, but Cindy heard her regardless, earning a small snicker. 

     “I think we’re too late for that,” Cindy answered with an amused look on her face, her eyes looking at one of the members nearing their table. She grimaced, watching him eying up and down at her friend, making her narrow her eyes at him as he introduced himself to them.

     “Ladies.” One of the vocalists greeted the duo with a smirk plastered onto his face, causing [Y/N] to stifle back a laugh bubbling inside her throat. He presented himself as Ryan and she watched him inching closer to her, placing himself in the middle of the girls, causing Cindy to scoff under her breath. He gave her a charming smile, completely ignoring her friend. “Did you enjoy the concert, love?” he asked cockily, head tilted to the side as he looked at her, his eyes trailing down her figure. 

     “We did in fact, not enjoy the concert, Ryan. I mean, I’ve seen better.” her best friend interjected, eyes glaring daggers at his back with a scowl.

     Ryan rolled his eyes, shifting in his feet to turn to Cindy. “I wasn’t talking to you.” he shot, giving her a look before turning his attention back to [Y/N], who was looking at him with a deep frown. 

     She narrowed her eyes at him, crossing her arms before her chest. “Just like my friend said, I’ve seen better.” she simply replied with a fake smile, causing him to scoff under his breath, his smirk turning wider.

     “God, with you Americans, it’s so hard to please.” 

     [Y/N] gave him a dirty look, her face faltering as she watched him utter last his words. Just as she was about to put him in his place, the sound of a microphone dropping down the floor caused her attention to quickly avert away from the guy toward the stage. A soft smile crept upon her face, watching the musician she longed for all week, standing a few feet away from the stage. This left the perfect opportunity for Cindy to drag Ryan by his shirt and push him to the side. “This asshole, who does he think he is?”

     She hummed, not paying attention to what her friend said as she was too busy gazing at the cute guy who had been haunting her mind all week. Her eyes sparked, noticing that he cut his hair, but his hair locks were still slightly covering his face and she thought he couldn’t look any more handsome. Crimson danced across her cheeks and she could feel her heart fluttering, watching him fiddling with the microphone before he placed his guitar around his shoulders.

     “Pretty boy cut his hair!” She heard Cindy yell, gushing at his new hairstyle with a beam, nudging her friend’s side. [Y/N] giggled and covered her mouth with her hand. “Shut up, Cindy. I think he heard you!” she laughed, watching his head snap toward the comment, his eyes darting across the crowd before his eyes finally landed on the pair, cheeks reddening as he noticed their presence, his eyes lingering longer on [Y/N]. 

     [Y/N] gave him a sweet smile, bringing her hand up to give him a wave, to which he responded with a shy nod, his smile turning wider. She gave him a thumbs up, mouthing good luck before taking a seat at their table. He gave her a grateful look, gripping his guitar tightly before moving his eyes away from the actress toward the crowd, which was rather dead and not interacting, being too busy interacting with the other band who dominated the pub, leaving the second group dumbfounded. 

     Alex had a tight grip on his microphone, bringing his lips closer to the mic. He turned to quickly glance at Matt and Andy before clearing his throat, causing the crowd to quiet down as everyone acknowledged the second band. “Hi….so, uh–we’re the Arctic–” the musician introduced themselves, but were abruptly interrupted by Ryan, who seemed to find himself standing close to the girls. 

     “Losers!” Ryan shouted with a laugh and threw his empty cup on the stage, hitting Alex on the chest. This caused some of the people in the crowd to join his banter. Jamie cursed under his breath, feeling his nostrils flare with anger as he looked at him with a glare. “Oh, fuck off, Ryan!”

     [Y/N] felt her blood boil, anger coursing through her veins as she, along with Cindy, whirled their head toward him with a glower. “Shut up, Ryan!” they both said in unison, and Cindy stood up from her seat to grab the empty cup away from the stage. She threw the cup toward Ryan, the cup hitting his face making [Y/N] stifle back a laugh. “Go and fool around elsewhere, asshole. Some of us are trying to enjoy a concert.” 

     Ryan balled his fists, nostrils flaring as he looked at Cindy. He felt everyone’s eyes looking at him, waiting in anticipation of what he was about to do next. He clenched his jaw and turned around, meeting [Y/N]’s face. She gave him a sweet smile. “You heard her,” she said with a knowing look, earning a few cheers from her girlfriends as they watched him leave the pub.

     The crowd started to quiet down, everyone watching Ryan’s body disappear in the crowd, completely forgetting about the second band that was supposed to perform. Cindy and [Y/N] high-fived each other, sauntering over to their table. The actress made eye contact with Alex, who mouthed a thank you, gently smiling at the woman making her mirror his smile as she brushed it off with a hand gesture. 

     [Y/N] looked at the crowd, sharing a look with Cindy before clapping her hands to earn everyone’s attention. Some of them softly gasped, recognizing the woman while the others looked at her with a curious look. She smiled brightly at everyone before turning her gaze toward the band. “By all means, please continue boys!” She beamed with a cheer, earning a few whistles and claps. “Who are you guys?”

     Alex grinned at her question, licking his lips before speaking into the microphone. “We’re the Arctic Monkeys, everyone!” he finally introduced themselves, making the girls loudly cheer, warming up the crowd. She could feel them stiff during the first part of the song but got quickly used to it, making her clap her hands as she cheered. She and her friend moved in their seat, bumping their shoulders together while bopping their head to the sound.

     The strawberry blonde puffed her cheeks, face scowling as she looked around her. “Oh, c’mon, why isn’t anyone on the dancefloor? This song is so good, compared to the other band,” she said, saying her last sentence loudly on purpose to the other member, who so happened to sit beside them, making him scoff and roll his eyes. He was about to say something, but Cindy butted in, “Oh, shut up, you don’t get to say anything.” making [Y/N] laugh. She watched back to the stage, her eyes instantly locking with his. He gave her a wink, leaving her cheeks flushed with a beating heart. 

     An idea popped into [Y/N] head, a smirk curving her lips. She turned to her friend. “We’ll be our own dancefloor. C’mon, let’s show them how it’s done.” she beamed, making the strawberry blonde laugh loudly as they moved their body, linking their hands together as they found their spot in the middle of the bar. Loud cheers and holler emitted from their throat as they danced together, their hands around each other as they vibed to the music. 

     The duo danced the night away like no one was watching, causing a group of people to look their way, curiously watching them owning the dance floor. Before they knew it, two of their friends joined them as the four moved closer to the stage, flipping their hair, and moving their bodies to the music. It was like a flash mob, and more people vibed to the music, cheering and completely forgetting about the first group. 

      Her best friend twirled her around, making both of them laugh. Cindy whistled at her, “Damn, girl! The moves. I’m not blaming him for the looks he’s giving you, you’re one lucky girl, babe!” she told her wiggling her eyebrows at her, making her grin before moving her head toward him, watching him looking at her with a smile as he sang, making her shake her hips. She shot him a glance, eyes filled with a playful tease.

     Before they knew it, the song was over. They all clapped, even some of the remaining members from the first group, cheering and shouting at the band, watching their eyes beaming and glinting with happiness at the crowd’s response. Alex nodded to the crowd, eyes finding hers again, giving her a grateful smile as he brought both of his hands together to show his gratitude. She smiled brightly at him, clapping her hands.

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     “That was amazing!” Cindy sang, wrapping her arms around [Y/N]’s shoulders, and giving her a little squeeze. Two of their co-stars agreed, eyes glistening from the lights above them as they gushed over how talented they were. [Y/N] hummed with a simper, her smile widening as she listened to her friends talking about them. Her eyes shamelessly darted across the pub, eyes searching for the talented musician. She found him sitting in a booth with the rest of his members, shielding them from the others. She rested her chin with her palm, looking at him with a fond look. 

     Alex took a sip from his drink and wiped his mouth with his hand, listening to Andy talking about their performance. He watched a smile curve his lips, making him mirror his smile with a hum. As he was about to join in the conversation, he started to pause, feeling someone was staring at him. His eyes subconsciously found hers, who looked at him with a soft expression. He watched her lightly waving at him, causing his heart to stutter against his chest and he looked behind him before turning back to her with an unsure look.

     [Y/N] giggled, watching him pointing a finger at himself to confirm if she was waving at him and not some other guy. She bit her lip with a nod, pointing her finger at him with a playful look. She watched a smile forming his handsome features, averting his gaze away from her toward his friends. This went on back and forth, with both of them stealing a few glances at each other. 

     “Okay, you two just need to talk. This is not working.” Cindy snapped her out of her state, making her whirl her head toward her with a confused expression. “What?”

     Two of her co-stars giggled, leaning against each other as they teased the actress. “You’re so cute when you’re in love.” One of them gushed, making kissing sounds as she tickled her waist.

 

     [Y/N] felt a dust of crimson dance across her cheeks. She swatted her friend’s hand away from her waist as small giggles emitted from her lips. “I-I’m not in love…He’s just…very cute.” she managed to reply in between her giggles, mumbling the last word, but Cindy heard her regardless. 

     “Why don’t you say that to his face?” Cindy teased, poking her shoulder as she looked at her best friend with a cheeky grin, making [Y/N] shake her head with a laugh. “God, no!”

     One of their co-stars stood up from her seat and walked over to her, pulling her up from her seat. [Y/N] looked at her friend like she’s grown two heads and she turned her head toward the others, who gave her thumbs up with wide grins on their faces. “Go get your man!”

     “You got this, babe! You’re so hot, he’s already head over heels!” Cindy cheered, earning a few disapproving looks from the people sitting beside them. She slapped her friend’s butt, earning a small gasp from the actress as she received a nasty look.

     “Am I blind or was that [Y/N] [Y/L/N], waving at you?” Alex heard Jamie say, making him roll his eyes before turning in his seat to face his best friend. He gave him a look and crossed his arms in front of his chest. “And what is that supposed to mean?” 

     “It’s just…She’s [Y/N] [Y/L/N] and you’re….you.” Jamie replied with a shrug. His eyes looked back and forth between his bandmate and to the actress, who curiously watched them, which made Jamie give her a polite smile. 

     Alex gave him a look, eyebrows scrunched as he downed the rest of his drink. “Right,” he mumbled, shifting in his seat. His head turned to their table once again and his eyes widened, watching her walking toward them with a soft smile. He panicked, feeling his heart palpating loudly against his chest. He cleared his throat and fixed his posture so that he was comfortably leaning against his seat.

     “Oh God, she’s walking toward us,” Jamie stressed, taking a sip from his beer and looking at Alex, who looked back at him with a confused look. Jamie brought his hand over to his shirt, wiping away some invisible dust and fixing his hair. 

     Alex made a sound of disdain, slapping his hands away from his face whilst giving him a glowering look. “Jamie, stop!” he whined, adjusting his shirt before scooting a few seats away from his best friend, who gave him a scoff and shook his head. “I’m just trying to help you, mate.”

     [Y/N] watched the small banter between Alex and Jamie, her lips forming into a thin line, stifling back a laugh as she walked toward their table. She tightly gripped the strap of her purse, eyes looking straight ahead whilst ignoring a few men glancing her way. She ignored the burning gazes at the back of her head, fastening her pace as he neared their table, making the boys snap their attention toward the actress. 

     Some of them were star-struck and were left speechless, including Jamie, who had his eyebrows raised with a look she couldn’t quite decipher. He awkwardly slurped his drink making her giggle. Matt was the first to break the ice, his eyes sparking as he acknowledged her presence. “There she is! The one who saved our necks out there!” he beamed, standing up from his seat to greet her in a warm hug, which she shyly returned. 

     “That was nothing, really. Me and the girls enjoyed it very much. You guys are very good.” She complemented with a flustered smile, causing Alex’s lips to curve upwards. His eyes lingered longer on her face, studying every detail.

     “Means a lot coming from you, love!” Jamie interjected into the conversation, sauntering beside her to introduce himself, which she happily returned as they shook hands. Andy soon joined, politely introducing himself and complimenting her work.

     [Y/N] felt blood rush through her cheeks, feeling her heart stutter against her chest. She introduced herself to a few of their friends before moving her attention to Alex, who patiently watched her interact with his friends. She hummed with a smile, slowly sauntering toward him. She pulled the sleeves of her dress, a habit she did when she was nervous and stood beside him. “Hi.” she softly greeted.

     Her voice left a trail of goosebumps, along with a fluttering heart at her gentle voice. His lips curved upwards and he stood up from his seat to stand in front of her. He opened his mouth, eyes gazing into hers. “Hey.” he breathed, rapidly blinking to check if he wasn’t dreaming. 

     [Y/N] bit her lip, eyes trailing over his lips as her mind wandered back to their last encounter where they almost shared a kiss. She cleared her throat and moved her eyes away from his lips, feeling another gush of crimson heating her cheeks. “You were amazing out there.” she internally cringed at how her voice cracked at the end and gave him a tip-lipped smile. 

     Alex chuckled at her flustered nature, his smile widening. “So where you…on the dancefloor.” he said, a small smirk curving his features, making her softly giggle as she looked anywhere but him.

     [Y/N] turned her head to him, who was already looking at her with a fond look. She hummed, placing her hands behind her back. “Did I look good on the dancefloor?” she cheekily asked, making Alex laugh with a nod.

     “You did look good on the dancefloor. In fact, you outshined the crowd with your dancing,” he admitted, biting his lip as he looked into her eyes, making her let out a sound of satisfaction. 

     The pair continued to converse, realizing that they had a lot in common. Alex finally got the courage to compliment her recent works, telling her how a talented actress she is and praising her. She became a flustered mess, hiding her hot cheeks as she profusely said her thanks and mirrored the gesture back by gushing about his guitar skills, which she stated that he should teach her to play one day. As they talked, she realized that she still never got his name and it irked her brain.

     [Y/N] furrowed her eyebrows with an apologetic look as she interrupted him mid-sentence. “I’m sorry…but, I don’t think I actually got your name.” she sheepishly said, folding her arms in front of her chest. 

     Alex’s eyes lit up and he nodded his head, muttering a small apology for not introducing himself sooner. Just as he was about to tell her his name flashes of lights and the sounds of snapping cameras made them squint their eyes, whirling their head around to where the flashes came from.

     [Y/N]’s face faltered, her face slowly morphing into a deep scowl as she noticed one of the paparazzi from the other day getting inside the pub. Much to her dismay, she locked eyes with one of them and they fastened their pace toward her with the camera tightly gripped into their hand. “There she is!” 

     [Y/N]’s expression stretched into a look of discomfort and she could feel her heart stammering against her chest, feeling panic wash over her. Her body became stiff and she stepped backward, ending up hitting a hard chest. She let out a rasping gasp, feeling their hand gently placed on her waist, and just by his touch she knew it was him. Butterflies swarmed inside her stomach even by the slightest touch, but it quickly vanished as it rapidly appeared. “[Y/L/N], we just want a picture. Is this your boyfriend?”

     Alex cursed at them, his eyes bulging from their sockets. “Fuck off!” he chided, pulling her behind him protectively. He and Matt shared a look before he led both of them out of the scene, their hands intertwined as they tried to escape from the photographers. 

     The more they tried to escape, it seemed as more photographers engulfed around the old pub, and Alex scoffed. “Where did they all come from?” he mainly asked to himself, but [Y/N] heard him regardless. “I don’t know,” she said in a small voice, face hiding into his back while trying to avoid getting snapshots on her face.

     [Y/N] heard Alex grunt and she pulled her face away from his back to see him getting grabbed by one of the photographers. The actress grew hot, her cheeks flamed with anger as she stepped in front of him, slapping their hand, which resulted in their camera falling down the hard floor. “Don’t touch him!” she sputtered, her voice laced with venom. 

     “We just want a picture, ma’am! You didn’t need to do that.” the man scolded, his face painted with frustration at his broken camera and [Y/N] wanted nothing more than to smack his face and remove that stupid look on his face. 

     [Y/N] shook her head and went to check on Alex, but when she turned around he wasn’t there. A downward pout etched onto her face and she felt worry prickling inside her chest, squeezing her lungs and making her let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding. She cursed internally and she wanted to cry out for his name, but she remembered that just as he was about to tell her his name, the paparazzi came and snatched that opportunity away from her. 

     Alex’s eyes frantically darted across the heavy mass of paparazzi taking over the area, his stomach clenching at the thought of her being alone with them. “Fuck,” he mumbled, hands rubbing his face as he squeezed his way through the mass. “[Y/N]!”

     The actress squinted her eyes as small groans emitted from her lips. The flashes of lights increased with every second and she just stood there, frozen and unable to move. She clenched her jaw as her breath grew thin and ragged. She had her head face down with some of her hair covering her angry expression. Her shoulders rose until they were under her ears and she closed her eyes, letting out an exhale. Two of the cameramen noticed her state and shared a look before lowering their camera. They made room for her to walk away, and she took that opportunity and made a run for it.

     She managed to squeeze her way through some of them by using her elbows to push them out of her way. She hissed at their nails digging into her skin and her lips pressed into a thin line to prevent herself from screaming at the top of her lungs. Her lips emitted a small prayer, and just like that her prayers were answered when her body slammed into Cindy’s. “Oh my God, I’ve been looking everywhere for you.” her best friend sighed in relief before taking her into her arms. 

     [Y/N] melted into her arms, using her big oversized jacket to hide her face inside. “Thank God,” she muffled into her chest and she felt her hands rubbing her back comfortably as she yelled at the paparazzi. 

     “Shit, is that blood?” Cindy worried, her voice wavering at the end as she had her hands on her arms. She pulled her friend away from her chest and removed a few hair strands away from her damp face. She cupped her face, looking for other injuries on her delicate features. “They’re gonna fucking pay.”

     Cindy stepped in front of her, pulling her phone out and waving it in the air, earning the photographers’ attention. “You guys have five seconds before I call the cops on you,” she said with a stoic look, eyes cold and rigid as she looked at them with a look of disdain. 

     [Y/N] touched the scabs on her left arm and gritted her teeth together as she felt a burning pain searing through her. She quietly cursed, not noticing two of her friends dashing towards her with concerned looks. “[Y/N], are you okay?” they asked in unison, their hands touching her shoulders and she flinched with a small whimper.

 

     She nodded sarcastically, “Yeah. Never been better,” she answered in a bitter tone, making the pair share a look. She sighed in frustration and rubbed her glistening face, listening to her co-star. “Well, the good thing is that the paps are gone. Thanks to Cindy.” 

     [Y/N] sniffled, moving her gaze away from her friends toward Alex and his friends, her eyes tinted with hope as her eyes darted across the almost empty bar. She found them sitting and hunched at the corner and she frowned when she detected no signs of Alex. She locked eyes with Jamie, who gave her a worried look, to which she replied with a nod. She breathed out in relief when she noticed none of them were injured, but the ache in her stomach punched her gut as her mind wandered back to how the paparazzi treated Alex, making her heart stumble over its own rhythm. 

     Her lips twitched and she subconsciously hid her bare arms inside her long sleeves, hiding her bruises as she gave Jamie a look, mouthing Alex’s whereabouts. Just as he was about to answer, a gentle hand took hold of her right arm, where she thankfully didn’t have any bruises, and pulled her attention away from Jamie. [Y/N] slowly moved her head, meeting Cindy’s concerned look. “There’s a cab waiting for us outside.” 

     [Y/N]’s eyes burned with exhaustion and she nodded. She scrubbed her eyes with her knuckles before taking one last glance at them, in hopes of seeing him, but much to her disappointment they were nowhere to be found. Her hand slowly drifted over her mouth to hide her growing frown, and she let Cindy guide them out of the old pub. “I never got his name.” 

     Cindy looked back at her, her lips curving upwards but faltering when she noticed her frown. Her eyes softened and she pulled her closer, rubbing her shoulder as they headed to the exit. Goosebumps broke into her skin as she felt the cold wind hit her skin, making her shiver. The duo went inside the car with [Y/N] quietly mumbling that she wanted the window seat. The car drove off and she watched the old pub slowly disappear, leaving an empty feeling clouding inside her chest.

     “What was the name of their band again?” [Y/N] asked her best friend, her eyes tinted with hopefulness. Her shoulders dropped when she watched Cindy halt with her response, displaying an unsure expression. She cursed under her breath as disappointment etched onto her features.

 

     “I’m not sure…It was something about Arctic–or was it Atlantic?” Cindy replied with furrowed eyebrows, giving the actress a shrug. The strawberry blonde’s eyes softened and she wrapped an arm around her shoulder, pulling her closer to her side. “Oh, don’t worry, babe, you’ll reunite one day.”

     “I doubt that.”

[thoughtfullyrainynightmare]

A/N: I have a couple of requests in my inbox that revolve around the idea of Fuegoleon having a really beautiful wife, for whom he falls madly in love with at first sight. So... I decided to do a little something something~

Hope y'all like it! ^^

Summary: Fuegoleon didn't plan on falling in love unexpectedly, because who really *can* plan for the unexpected. But... he doesn't regret a single day spent with a beauty, such as yourself

Genre: Romance, fluff Fanfic type: Oneshot Pairing: Fuegoleon x f!reader Word count: ~0.9k Contains: just fluff and adoration and him being very smitten

The things was that… Fuegoleon pride himself as a man of rationality. Someone who, if eventually he would do so, would fall in love gradually. It’d be orderly, and logical. Something he could see from the distance.

He thought that falling in love, would taste more like a choice; a decision.

But the fates decided against it. Instead, they served you, wrapped in a smile and kind eyes.

He couldn’t look away. He couldn’t deny the longing. Even if he tried. And oh how he did try.

Because it wasn’t sensible. It wasn’t planned or rational. It wasn’t expected.

While, sure, he could see that you were a beauty. He could hear the remarks and comments of adoration, even if only implied. The sentiments and wishes and wonderings that were shared only in whispers. The ‘if only she was mine…’

All of that he could hear and see, and he knew it to be logical. After all, you were beautiful. It was clear as day. A fact, uncontested, and known by all who laid their eyes upon you.

But… feeling the pull. The swaying of his heart. The way it rattled his ribcage from the inside and tried to break free, confess its undying love and affection to you; all of that he couldn’t reason or rationalize. The feeling that seemed more consuming than his flames that could burn and engulf. His very soul that was composed of fire and passion.

All of that came second to how he felt about you. How he longed for you, despite never having known your touch.

The sheer idea of feeling your soft skin on his cheek; your palm placed onto the side of his face so that he might close his eyes and sink into the sensation… The sound of your voice; speaking out an utterance, soft like silk and tantalizing and decadent like salty caramel… And the softness of your very soul; wrapped around his… Oh how he wished it could wrap around his. Even if only to embrace for a tiny moment. A fraction of a second… one fifth of an eternity.

Fuegoleon Vermillion, was a man of reason.

But when you came around, reason was left in second place with his emotions.

Especially when those tender gazes he imagined, became a reality. When the sound of your hushed whispers, flowed to his ears. And when the taste of your lips… became imprinted onto his…

The sacred taste he couldn’t describe, even if given an eternity and a day.

But it was a taste he didn’t want to go without. The idea of not having your mouth dance over his. Your arms wrap around him, and the sound of your laugh… play the sweet melody to him that

Though, the best of all, was the way your soul fit so well next to his. The kindness, compassion, strength and regality, while being different from his they just… fit. All of it. All of you.

It was like a missing piece he didn’t know he needed.

He might have wished for it, but he didn’t know he needed it. Not until he met you.

He didn’t know how he needed to place his hands onto the sides of your face, and tilt your chin up, just so that he might place his lips against yours and drink your love and affection, as if from a sacred chalice. How he needed to know that you were sleeping next to him, safe and sound. That your smile and laugh were still there. In the next room, the same city, the same world… somewhere, even if you were apart for a time that always seemed far too long.

Even if he loved coming back to you. Returning to you. Perhaps just so that he could lift you up and spin you around, to hear the sweet melody of your joy and relief, knowing that he had returned back to you. To feel your embrace squeeze him just that much harder.

And… he would have been lying if he said that he wouldn’t have felt a trickle of pride, when he saw the envious gazes of other around. That he wouldn’t have, even if only a little, drank up the knowledge that out of everyone, you had chosen him.

They might have been envious, but he was… well, he wasn’t a jealous man. But he was territorial. And since jealousy aligns with territoriality, he supposed that… perhaps… it wasn’t the worst thing in the world to be. Especially since he noticed himself to be holding his head a little higher when you walked with him down the street, or simply stood by him during an event.

A true, genuine beauty. Heart and soul that matched the exterior.

He considered himself the luckiest man on earth, and he didn’t miss a day to remind you of it. Show you it. Just how utterly, soul-consumingly in love he was. Because you deserved to know. While, much to his dismay, he was a mere mortal man, and the tools that were at his disposal to show you it, tell you it, were far too limited to his liking.

Even the words “I love you, my heart, my soul, my beloved, one and only” weren’t enough. So… he’d have to try to prove himself day after day, after day.

Which… he wouldn’t mind

[starlightmoon96]

Yandere TFP Ratchet x female human reader(Gundam model builder nerd) pt.3 final

(warning slight smut/ forced agreement/ one side delusional toxic relationship)

So many things where going threw your mind, the moment that Ratchet confessed that he had feelings for you. Wasn't something you where expecting, after all he was a completely different species from you and never in a million years would you think that someone like Ratchet would end up developing feelings for an organic especially a human. Now because of the Synth-En it had corrupted Ratchet's personality, him telling you how he repressed and ignored his feelings towards you in wanted to see you as just a human like with the children. The more he took the Synth-En the more obsessed he became of you to the point where he accepted that he fell in love with an organic and that organic being you.

Which was situation you where in now, the Syth-En completely took control over Ratchet and now you where at his mercy, you didn't know what Ratchet was going to do next. There was no way to call for help when all the autobots even the great Optimus where drugged up because of Ratchet, you didn't know where he was taking you. By the time you had finished processing what had happened Ratchet had taken you to his room, you had been curious with how the bots lived but never bothered looking in there rooms since you respected there privacy.

"I want to show you something (Y/N)...something I've been secretly working on." You didn't know what was going to happen next but you where to scared to move when Ratchet put you down, you wanted to run since the door was open but he thought ahead and closed the door before he walked over to his privet work space. Your attention was now on a type of strange devise that Ratchet had pulled out that looked like it would fit on ones wrist, you didn't know if it was meant for you or not.

"I wanted to get closer to you, that's when I came up with THIS." That's when Ratchet had put the devise on his wrist and activated it, before you knew it Ratchet's size had changed from a normal cybertronian height to now of over 6ft. Though his new size reminded you of a SD model

"What did you do?" You questioned that to Ratchet not believing what you had seen as he approached you

"Mass displacement, something like it wasn't necessary before." Out on instinct you didn't even realize that you where walking backwards until you felt your back hitting the closed door, before you knew it Ratchet slammed both of his hands on the door trapping you in place.

"Now it is necessary." After he said that you flinched feeling his hand placed on your waist and pulled you close to him with your back pressed against his chest and both of his arms wrapped around your waist, you where too scared to protest seeing how unstable he was and now that he had shrunk his size you didn't want his harming you.

Before you said anything you stopped yourself, feeling Ratchet's hands move up from your waist slowly and feeling his mouth near the back of your neck.

"I wasn't aware this is how humans felt."

"Ahh...Ratchet? W-What are you doing?" Words finally reached your mouth, you where both scared and worry with what he was doing with you. Just when you thought things couldn't get any worse you felt your blood going cold upon feeling his hands on both sides of your chest with a slight firm grip, in those horrible moments for you was when Ratchet purposed a deal with you. Well more like a threat than a deal in your point of view, his deal was his undying love and affection. In return for his love you couldn't say a word to anyone, not even there human allies. Along with keeping your distance from Optimus as much as possible, you also took his threats seriously as well knowing his threats where true after he had put the rest of the autobots in a type of deep stasis.

As much as you didn't want too but you had no choice but to agree with Ratchet's demands...thus was the start of your forced relationship with a alien/robot, it felt like walking on eggshell with Ratchet with his mental state. It was also your first time in a toxic relationship as well.....or a one side since you didn't see Ratchet as a romantic partner as soon as the agreement took place. Even after the Syth-En wore off he acted the same as when he was on it, in front of the others he acted like his usual self. But when he was just the two of you when he would sneak out of the base and showing up at your apartment using his mass displacement devise in entering your apartment, that's when he would change. Whispering words of love to you that made your skin crawl and unwanted fondling in showing his affection for you was something you didn't like and worse was that you couldn't say or protest about it, the worse part was that you could date anyone either. Ratchet had threatened to harm any human that tried to make advances with you or going behind his back abs cheat on him, in his eyes you were his spark mate and didn’t want to share you.

The only thing you where happy about was him not destroying your gundam models or making you stop building either

[1whore1gang]

it's the little things 🤍

Hey yall!!

Sorry for the lack of updates/my disappearance. Life has been 50 shades of crazy. But, as promised here is part 10!

Now this is going to be posted in 4 parts unfortunately so i can get this out to you all. so this is part 10A!!

This is short, so be prepared.

I love all of you dearly and appreciate your patience.

Warnings: Cussing, the usual angst

if I missed any please lmk!! :)

Much love to you friends ❤️

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All 3 boys had been under my care for awhile. No contact from John, nor Laswell. I was exhausted and with little to no sleep, I was losing my mind.

“Please stop crying- I want to go back to sleep Gaz.” I was in the hallway, rocking Gaz as he cried and I couldn’t figure out why. “Please!” I begged.

I hear crying coming from inside the room. “FUCK!” I curse as I go back inside with two crying babies. Johnny was inside of the playpen bawling his eyes out now too.

“Please! Both of you! Keeping me up all damn night and I can’t figure out what’s wrong!! I just want some sleep!” Just then, Simon reached out for Johnny, hugging him as they both lay. Johnny’s cries subside and you breathe out a sigh of relief.

“Thank you. If only you could fix Gaz’s cries.” Simon grunts and you set him down in the playpen next to Simon. Simon slowly hands him a toy plane and Gaz sniffles as he inspects it, the room finally quiet.

You begin to break out into tears at the silence. You couldn’t take this single parenting thing anymore. You needed Price’s help.

A hand reached to your phone, and quickly pulled up his number, but your thumb never found the strength to hit call. You quickly closed out of it and threw your phone across the room in fustration.

“Why can’t one of you turn back into an adult.” You turn to the playpen and see Johnny staring up at you now. “I could really use you right now. My little shield.” His little hands grab at the air towards you. “Oh how I miss you.”

You cradled him to you as you lay on your back, listening to his little mumbles.

“I don’t get it. What’s his deal?”

“Johnny it’s fine. Let him throw his fit.” I wave him off in my office after he stormed in.

“No! You don’t get it! I can’t continue to sit back and let him treat you like this! I cannot watch him tear you down like this! I’m losing you to his words Y/N!” I look up at Johnny as he leans over my desk.

“J.” His eyes soften as my nickname for him. “Don’t lose your job.” He scoffs at me. “We have a list of reasons he could kick us both. Let’s not add to it. Please.”

“He can’t use that against us. What were we supposed to do?!” I sigh as I set my paperwork aside, giving him my full attention. “Why would he be mad about that mission? We were being held hostage, and they wanted a show.”

“Johnny, he’d be upset because it was a stupid decision. We aren’t supposed to mix life and work.” I try to read his expression.

“So what if we kissed to save our lives?”

I remember that night, looking down a barrel of a gun. Johnny confessed his undying love for me and kissed me like he’d never get to again. That night always lived in the back of my mind. I never knew if it was true or just really good acting.

You look down to see little Johnny snoring away on your chest and you drink in the moment. “One day I’ll get to have you back.” Looking over to the playpen, you see Simon and Gaz asleep as well. You thank whatever God is out there for finally putting them down.

DING!

You hear your phone go off. Slowly moving Johnny, you get up to look.

J. Price: “Sorry I missed your call. Everything alright?”

J. Price: “Hey, call me back when you get a chance.”

J.Price: “Please let me know you’re okay. I’m worried now.”

Sighing, you curse yourself for throwing your phone. Your thumb must’ve slipped.

Y: “Accidental.”

You left it at that and set your phone down, finally being able to get some sleep.

“Please. You can’t just walk away from this! This isn’t something you can just shove down Y/N. You can’t shut me out this time!!” Johnny yelled after me as I walked down the halls of the compound. The tears were coming, I knew it. I couldn’t let him see it thought.

“Stop!!” I feel his hand grip my wrist. “If you don’t do something, I will.” His breathing was labored and his eyes were wide with fury, his nostrils flaring with each exhale.

“It’s out of my hands. I’m sorry Johnny. What am I supposed to do?” His face softened as he let out an exasperated breath. His shoulders fell and his grip left me. “I’m choosing to keep my job separate from everything else.”

“Fine. But just remember what Simon said, okay? Remember what we swore to you. Say the word and the man is dead.”

I sigh as I look up at him. Johnny recently had found out what happened to be on deployment. The man that hurt me. He’d been fuming ever since. “It’s fine. Go get some sleep, ok?”

Johnny was always the one to get heated about things. Simon was the calm and quiet one. Johnny would be loud and abrasive about a subject while Simon would hold you and quiet your tears.

You spent many nights in Simon’s room crying into his arms, letting your emotions roll off of you as he shushed you and hummed to you. He was soft and gentle, a side reserved for you.

You stared at your ceiling as your alarm went off. All three boys were already up preoccupying themselves. You were so numb after what happened in the hospital.

Seeing Price about to kiss Tia, after leaving you cold turkey on deployment. The betrayal broke you in new ways you weren’t sure you could repair.

Seeing little Johnny in the hospital bed, hearing Price and Tia try to explain themselves.

It burns in your brain, haunts you everytime you close your eyes. Your heart feels the pain all over again every morning when your eyes flutter open. How could you have been so foolish to trust him? After all he did?

Price had done nothing but treat you like shit your entire career and all it took was some babies coming along, who happened to be your colleagues, for him to change overnight?

As if that-

You sat up in bed. A million thoughts were swirling through your mind as Simon looked up at you and tilted his head.

No. It can’t be the reason.

Letting out a sigh and pushing the thought aside, you grabbed the boys and went to the kitchen to feed them. You hadn’t eaten much since the hospital, didn’t have the appetite.

The sunlight through the window felt warm on your skin as you mixed the bottles. Closing your eyes for a moment, you embraced the feeling. It felt euphoric to feel the sunshine brush against your skin.

A cry broke the moment of peace, a fuss from Gaz. You rolled your eyes and gave the boys their bottles. You sat the breakfast bar across from their high chairs and laid your head down in your arms, desperate for just 5 minutes.

“Y/N?” That didn’t last long though.

Slowly, your heavy head lifted to see Laswell standing in the doorway that led to the rest of the building. “Honey you look terrible, oh my God”.

Words didn’t grace your tongue today, instead, tears flooded your eyes as Johnny began to cry. Laswell rushed over to you, embracing you with file folders in her hands. “I’m so sorry I’ve left you to be alone for so long. I’ve been handling things on the outside end of this all. You must be exhausted. Oh…”

You didn’t want her pity, yet having another person around was such a relief. Emotions flooded you and broke open like a dam at her comfort. “You know what. You go rest and I’ll watch the boys for awhile. Then we’ll talk, okay?”

She quickly rushed over to hush Johnny and then shot you a mom glare. You nodded and got up, heading to your room to sleep like she’d ordered.

A couple hours later, you make your way back out the kitchen but stop around the corner when you hear Laswell talking on the phone.

“You don’t understand, she’s in horrible condition. She looks as if she hasn’t slept in days, which isn’t surprising considering she’s taking care of 3 littles by herself. She’s also recovering from major surgery.” A pause in her talking made you listen closer, trying to see if you could hear the person on the other end.

“All Im asking is you take at least one. Theyre your responsibility too. You know damn well it’s not fair. She’s been through hell and back and hasn’t had a moment of peace for over a month. If you don’t start getting your shit together, I’ll force you to.”

You couldn’t hear the person she was speaking to unfortunately, but you assumed it was Price.

You finally make the turn around the corner and watch as Laswell quickly hangs up the call at your appearance. “That wasn’t very long?” She remarks.

“Hard to sleep these days. It’s normal for me after a deployment.” You sit down across from her at the breakfast bar. “How were the boys?” Your eyes drift over to all three of them passed out in the small living area. You sigh in relief at the sight, they’d never sleep that peacefully for you lately.

“They were fine. No issues. We need to talk though. Your plate is all too full right now. We need to take some stress off of you dear.” She reaches and grabs your hands across the table. “I’ve spoken to John. He’s willing to take Gaz to lighten your load. It’s not much but it’ll help. Plus, now that I’ve gotten everything in order on the outside, I can be around more to watch Simon and Johnny for you whenever you want or need.”

“I don’t want anything to do with him.” You look down and take your hands away. “I’m fine without his help-“

“No you aren’t. You’re drowning. Look at yourself. I can tell you’re without sleep and a proper meal. Let me help you, please.” You sigh at her words.

“I wish I had my boys back. They’d know exactly what to do. They’d fix everything. I can’t go on like this, it’s lonely here Laswell.” Tears sting your eyes.

“I know honey. I’ve arranged a time for us to meet John just to exchange Gaz. Nothing more. You don’t have to talk to him or even get out of the car. Just come with so he can take one off of your hands.” She squeezes your hands as she takes them again. “Okay?”

You take a deep breath before nodding at her offer. “When do we leave?”

“In about an hour. Is that enough time to freshen up? I can change the boys and get them in their car seats for you.” She scans your expression looking for any way to read deeper into your mind.

“Yeah that’s fine. I’ll uh, go shower.” You get up and beeline to your room.

The shower washes your tears down the drain as the water burns your skin.

When you exit the shower and get dressed, staring at your reflection for a moment.

You didn’t recognize yourself and you hoped Price would not notice.

You didn’t want his pity.

That’s when a knock appeared at your door. Figuring it was Laswell, you quickly answered it but instead you were shocked.

“Hey girl. Can I come in?”

Tia….

[twinklingstar1ights]

Love In Translation

Hunter Summary: Hunter likes you, so he keeps telling you, in thai. WC:432 Warning:none

photo not mine credits to owner

“Why do you keep saying that? You’re insulting me aren’t you?” You accused Hunter, smacking him on the shoulder after hearing the thai words leave his mouth again. 

“No, I’m not,” he defended with a happy smile on his face. 

“Then what are you saying?” you asked again. 

“Figure it out,” he played with you. 

“Hunter!” you whined. Hunter couldn’t help, but find you adorable with the way you kicked your foot in annoyance. “Just tell me. You’ve been saying it for weeks now.” 

“I know, I’ve been waiting weeks for you to figure it out,” he says. You let out a sigh. 

“But how am I supposed to know if you won’t tell me?” you argued. 

“Translators exist you know,” he poked. 

“No, I didn’t know that,” you replied sarcastically. You tried using a translator, but you have no clue how to spell whatever it is Hunter is saying in thai and your pronunciation of it is so bad that even the translator has nothing.

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“ผมชอบคุณ” (pom chôp khun) The phrase left Hunter’s mouth again. 

“I swear you’re insulting me,” you say. Hunter breaks out into a fit of giggles. 

“I swear I’m not.” He raised his hands in defense. 

“Seriously, why can’t you just tell me?” you questioned.

“It’s more fun this way.” He smiled at you cheekily. 

“Hunter please?” you begged. Hunter laughed again, which made you glare at him.

“Ok, ok, I’ll say it one more time,” he tells you. 

“Wait! Wait! Wait!” You rushed out, picking up your phone to open the translator. “Ok, now go,” you told him. 

“ผมชอบคุณ” (pom chôp khun) He repeated the phrase again. “I like you” the translation appeared on your screen. You blink at your screen. It takes a moment for the words to register. 

“You like me?” You looked at Hunter surprised. 

“Yes, I told you I wasn’t insulting you. I was confessing,” he reveals. You feel a small heat creep onto your cheeks. 

“You should have just told me in a language I understand. This has been driving me crazy,” you smacked his chest lightly. 

“Well now that you know, do you like me back or not?” he asked.

“I do, but I’m still annoyed at you.” You folded your arms over your chest.

“Ah come on, you can’t be mad at me. I just confessed my undying love for you.” He wrapped her arms around you, pulling you into his chest. You made a pathetic effort to push him away. Easily failing to budge his strong embrace, but it’s not like you really wanted out of it anyway.

[gwenyn28]

Why gay!Eddie is just around the corner…

Last episode was a lot. And not just because the break up happened.

The fandom was speculating about this episode being Eddie-centric being the episode that he finally realized he was gay or that at least we would get a step towards his gay awakening. So, a lot were kinda devastated and disappointed that nothing happened.

But did it really?

Let’s break it down how much the episode gave us and why we are this close to gay!Eddie (and presumably Buddie).

Yes. Eddie did not have a sudden realization during confessional or a break down to confess his undying love for Buck. But nevertheless, this episode was a total win on these things. You just have to look a bit deeper into it to find all the hints and the foreshadowing for future episodes.

Eddie telling the priest that he is straight.

Eddie telling the priest during confessional that he hurt people with his behavior – Chris, his best friend, his girlfriend.

Eddie wanted to have some juice but then switched to buying himself some water.

Josh’s speech to Buck to make him understand Tommy.

Josh made a Glee reference during his speech.

The LAFD doesn’t allow beards.

Eddie calls his mustache a disguise.

Ryan calling Eddie straight in his interviews (and Oliver did as well) and talking about finding a “good woman”.

Bonus from prior episodes:

Eddie talking to the cheerleader’s father, asking him if he thinks that his son is weak for cheerleading and referencing to himself.

Now, let’s talk about these points a bit more.

1. “I’m straight!”

Concerning a sexuality being mentioned in a tv show, it is very uncommon for a character to point out that they are straight. Usually, queer characters say that they are gay, lesbian, bi or whatever. Because (unfortunately) for most people straight is still the default sexuality and doesn’t have to be addressed separately. So, it is very suspicious that Eddie told the priest that he is straight. Especially, since the priest joining him at the table (even though Eddie did not know it was the priest then) and the short conversation before that sentence was not really openly flirtatious. Yes, it gave some flirty vibes if you were looking for them. So, Eddie immediately deflecting with telling the other man that he is straight? He could have worded this differently. “I don’t swing that way” or “I am not like that” or any other way. But he used the words “I am straight” to remind the audience that up to this moment Eddie thinks that he is straight. Remember that everything in a tv show is very intentional and often has subtext. This scene totally fits in this kind of scenes when a character says something on screen just to hear the narrator’s voice saying in a voice over “In fact, he was not straight”.

This simple sentence was, concerning the “show don’t tell” rule, a quick reminder and one step closer to Eddie embracing his real sexuality. That he is not straight at all.

2. The order of the mentioned people

During confessional he told the priest that he hurt a lot of people with his behavior. Chris was mentioned first. His son. The most important person in his life that got hurt due to the Kim fiasco. And instead of listing Marisol, his girlfriend that time, next it was Buck. His best friend. And THEN Marisol followed.

This order is very important. Yes, people might say it is just a list of people but… again. Intentional writing. These are not real people and what they say and how they talk always has a layer and is intentional.

So, him mentioning Buck before Marisol is telling us that Buck is, after Chris, really the second most important person in Eddie’s life. Not his girlfriend. It is Buck.

This also fits into what we have already seen in season 7 when Eddie’s actions seemed to have a bigger influence on Buck who acted like the spouse instead of Marisol. Buck confronted him and had deep conversations with Eddie. It was not Marisol’s role who was the actual partner. Buck was in that position.

Therefore, it is only natural to list him as the second person and not her. She just seemed like an afterthought.

3. Juice vs. water

The show in form of the priest explained that the juice and the water were a symbol for Eddie punishing himself. That he thinks that he does not deserve something nice and good. Therefore, he switched from juice to water.

And yes, the drinks are a symbol for that. But not only for his punishment.

Queer people are often called “fruity” or “juicy”. The juice stands for Eddie’s real sexuality that he is still denying himself. Because he thinks that he does not deserve being happy and his true self. He is not ready yet for the juice/his gayness and therefore chooses the water/straightness. Because this is what he deserves. The bland and boring water instead of the tasty juice.

Later on, the priest tells Eddie that he still is allowed to enjoy things and that he should do something joyful because right now he is denying himself good things because of not feeling worthy. Eddie asks him “I don’t feel worthy of juice?” The priest replies “of joy”. So, yes. He deserves joy. And the juice. If this brings him joy. Feels kind of an absolution that he does not need to pretend to be straight. He is allowed to want the juice, to accept his own queerness.

4. Josh’s speech

Yes, this speech was not directed at Eddie. It was Josh talking to Buck. And even though it seemed he was talking about Tommy so that Buck could realize what he had with his now ex-boyfriend.

But actually, Josh was NOT talking about Tommy. He does not know Tommy at all. Not about his past and what he has gone through. In fact, he said something that was not true. Because Tommy was also one of the gay people who came out later in life (even though he might have known that he was gay a lot earlier than Buck found out he was bi). So, saying that he was one of the older queers who had to go through so much… Josh was talking about himself. He was projecting his own experience onto Tommy who is about his age so that he assumed that Tommy had gone through the same. And not only was he talking about himself instead of Tommy… He was also kind of explaining compulsory heterosexuality – comphet – to the audience. This is something most people who are not a part of the LGBTQIA+ community or a close ally do not know about. So, Josh was talking about a guy trying to force himself to pretend to be straight. Force himself into a marriage with a woman to be, to feel, normal. How society expects him to be. Until he finally can be his true self. Rings a bell? This screams Eddie who was pushed into the marriage with Shannon due to her being pregnant. We got a lot of hints in earlier seasons that he always thought that dating was a performance, that he loved the thought of being married to Shannon but never said that he loved her and so on… This speech was about Eddie and him being comphet right now.

5. The Glee reference

Probably it is just an Easter Egg and a nod to Ryan Murphy who is responsible for Glee.

But you can also put some interpretation into it. Because some might not have watched the show. There is a character called Kurt. In season one he pretended to be straight to be “normal”. He even tried to date some of his female classmates. But in the end, it did not work out and he admitted that he was gay and started to live like his true self.

Another bell that is ringing? This also sounds like Eddie who tried and tried so many times to seem straight by marrying Shannon, having girlfriends, living the life his parents and society expected him to lead, denying his truth. But in the end, Eddie, like Kurt, will find true happiness the moment he accepts himself as a gay person.

6. The LAFD doesn’t accept beards.

This is just a simple one. We know that partners are called beards to make another person seem straight. Marisol was Eddie’s beard. As was Ana and Shannon. Even though Eddie might not know it yet that they were beards.

7. The mustache

Eddie explained that he would have gone full beard mode but had to go with the mustache instead. Without he feels like a failure, a person who does not deserve forgiveness or joy. So, he needed this as a disguise. As a mask.

And there is a lot he has to hide. Like his true feelings and how lonely and isolated he feels since Chris is gone now (this was referenced and kinda foreshadowed in the episode before during Buck’s voice over when we saw Eddie being on his own, taking down his Halloween decorations, all sad while he acted normal the rest of the time when he was with other people).

But not only this is something that he has or wants to hide. There are more feelings he wants to mask. And these feelings are about his sexuality. About the person he can rely on and who is his significant other. Yes, this could be some reach. But combined with all the other hints it is not that unlikely that the disguise is also needed for his sexuality.

The priest explained that “we can’t take care of others if we don’t first take care of ourselves”. Which means that Eddie has to get rid of this disguise (by shaving off the mustache – RIP) and to take care of himself. Accept himself and his failures… and who he really is. A gay man.

8. The interviews

Honestly, they are the least I am worried about. Yes, Ryan and Oliver called Eddie straight, talking about him find a “good woman”. So what? What else should they say? They would never ever spoil a big storyline. Do people expect them to talk about “oh, and next episode Eddie will be gay”? Let’s be real. They have to answer questions from the present point of the story. And therefore, Ryan was not lying. Right now, Eddie is straight and just Buck’s best friend.

What will happen next? They cannot talk about it. They need to keep the audience invested, that we will tune in again and again. Because, let’s be honest, in the end, the numbers are what really count. How many viewers and how the episode is perceived.

You see there are a lot of hints for Eddie’s upcoming journey. We do not know how long it will take to get there. But this season and especially this episode has put down a very good foundation for what will happen next. We just need to be patient.

[chiffaust]

HELLO!! Congrats for gaining 100 followers!! If it's ok with you can I get a valentine prompt adore and fixing their clothes before going out for both Shu and Mika:3.... You can just do one character if you feel like it. Thank you and have a nice day!

luckiest guy alive

♡ [adore] to shower them with affection + fixing their clothes before going out.

content ... fluff, established relationship

(n.) – i went with mika instead since shu was already requested!

As your waiting prolonged in the living room, the louder and hectic the footsteps became inside the bedroom; from the sound of it, he was panicking himself into wearing his clothes.

You could only but chuckle at the mere thought of the boy stumbling over everything just to wear his suit properly, though you couldn't blame him.

The frantic footsteps becomes louder and louder and suddenly stopped for a while. After a few seconds of silence, it becomes louder once more as the sound comes closer to you, and soon appeared Mika.

He had worn his prettiest suit Shu had picked out for his date to you; though he does look out of breath and panicked the moment he stepped into the living room, all worries soon melt when he saw you and now he's smiling widely like an idiot.

"Nngah, [Name]! Ya look so pretty!" Mika said, walking up to you before wrapping his arms around you, twirling you around for a moment whilst a fit laughter escapes his mouth.

"'M so happy to have ya as my Valentine's date this year too! Yer the prettiest person alive, I love ya so, so, so, so much!!" He then once again confessed his undying love to you, rubbing his cheek against yours at the pure happiness he feels knowing that today, this year; you are his Valentine's date yet again.

"Me too, Mika! You're so cute, so adorable, so wonderful!" You professed your love back to him, hugging him back just as tightly as he is to you. "I'm happy to have you as my date this year too! You're the best boyfriend I could have ever wanted!"

"Nngah, [Name]..." He was beginning to feel like he's about cry due to how happy he was hearing you saying all of those nice things to him, but before he could, he finally puts you down onto your feet.

He smiled gently at you, his face softens as he fixes any wrinkle or crooked part of your clothes caused by his sudden hug.

Whilst he does so, you began to notice just how crooked his tie really is, but then he stopped fixing your clothes and his hands went it's way to your shoulders to pat it lightly whilst a big grin soon appeared on his face.

"There! Now yer clothes are as good as new!"

"Ah, Mika... Your tie is a bit crooked too." You then finally decide to point that out.

"A-ah...?! Nngah, yer right!" He then finally notices just how crooked his tie is. He must've overlooked it when he was frantically running everywhere to find his blazer.

"It's okay, let me just fix it for you." You said, bringing your hands to his tie, straightening it before tucking it inside his vest.

"[Name]... Yer so kind, what have I done to deserve someone like you?"

"Oh, come on. You're making me blush, Mika."

"But, it's not a lie! 'M not lyin' ta ya, y'know?!"

"Whatever." You softly chuckled at him, patting his cheek gently. He said nothing nor do anything to protest against touch, he simply melted into it the moment he feels it.

Mika then looks at you once more, smiling softly as he continues to lean into your hand, inviting you to continue caressing his cheeks like that for a little while longer.

"Nngah, [Name], I love ya so much."

"I love you too, Mika." You reciprocated his love once before before giving him a gentle peck on the lips.

"Now, let's go, shall we?" You ask, pulling your hand away from his cheek as you gestured to the door.

"Hey, [Name]. Have I ever told ya just how much I love ya?" Mika asked, walking out of the door with you, hands in yours as he showed you his toothy grin again.

"'M the luckiest guy alive ta have ya as my significant other, [Name]."

[sevi007]

FF 16 spoilers

Spoilers right up til the ending lads and ladies

Are you kidding me. Are you. Kidding. Me

Ahem. Excuse me. I needed to get that out of my system.

Like. I‘m still reeling. I „only“ had the final fight to finish, thought yea, easy - and now this rollercoaster ride of feels right here. Ugh. Uff

I will get more into depth on the whole game in a seperate post later, but right now I need to jot down my first impression

From the start just - ugh. UGH. Gav openly crying into Clive‘s shoulder. Mid almost doing the same as they talk about Cid. Byron seeing his brother‘s sons off into a suicide mission

(Where was Otto though? Needed Otto, Goetz, Charon and Blackthorne here too! And Terence while we‘re at it. Aggressively promoting the NPCs here)

And Jill. Jill. I‘m almost glad she stayed behind and wasn‘t in danger but ouch. Now is so not a good moment for a love confession children (I know, I know, it might be the last chance, but that makes it so much more difficult). Why must you hurt me so, you two.

I will get back to that though

Then the journey and the final fight. Can I say I‘m almost disappointed there was no big aerial battle as Bahamuth against the many thralls? That would have been cool. But alas

I WOULD have liked for the battle of the three Eikons against Ultima to be. A real battle? Like the the Cinematic clashes are rather slow compared to other QTEs, I didnt feel a lot of excitement in this part of the battle compared to the rest of it

Changed with the next cutscene though. I mean, I had already suspected there is more of Ultima‘s people - one for every Eikon - but I had thought the Mothercrystals are there to power them up, and destroying them would stop that. I was just as shocked as Clive to here we basically helped them with it.

And then. Then. Here‘s the yelling part, the are you kidding me -

WHAT DO YOU MEAN WE LOSE JOSHUA?!

We JUST got him back! After 18 years! We had all these sidequests to gather him medicine! He is literally the Phoenix - Undying! Nope. Nu-uh. Square I am not accepting that. Did not happen in my book

But also thos is quite possible one of the visually most beautiful scenes, what with the Phoenix wings and reflecting in Joshua‘s eyes. And the voice actors, especially Clive‘s, really knocked it out of the park. The gasps and sniffles and the pain? Holy shit. I cried mostly because of the voices

The unholy rage I felt man - I felt very much in Clive‘s position there. Very immersive. Just absolutely get WRECKED Ultima, you made the wrong brother angry

The battle was so, so awesome. I‘m sorry but this might just about be cooler than the one in Rebirth, hands down.

The music - that was a remix of Find the Flame, yes? It sounded different but alike.

Then that it was one on one, and Ultima almost humanlike - fit really well in showing how he is no different from us, from Clive. And the way Ultima got more and more desperate and lost all cool, INCREDIBLY satisfying

the part where Ultima and Clive kept meeting Eikon with the same Eikon - combined with the Voice overs from Clive‘s friends - so good, I cheered.

The Eikon fight part was also very cool. Hate to say it, but blue-fire Ifrit also looks damn cool. Can we get blue and red fire please XD

Just. The entire fight was wellrounded and fun, really had my blood pumping, I loved it.

And then. Then, the end. The flashback to baby Clive and baby Joshua. Come on. Dont turn the knife in the wound you sadists!

Well. Obviously. They are all okay. It‘s clear as day. Clive healed Joshua, so he‘s gonna be okay. Dion only fell into the sea, and OBVIOUSLY the Enterprise had followed them and picked him up. And Clive already got to the beach all alone, now we just need to go get him. Yup. Mhm

(But Sevi the game made it clear - shhhh. Shush. No. Not in this house. In this house, we live in dellusion)

[fire-fist-ann]

flower crowns

Sabo, you do know we are on a mission, right?” the brown hair girl questioned as she stared down at him on the ground. “Come on, don’t be that way, Koala. Just sit down and have fun!”. He said with a giant smile crossing his lips, staring up at her from his spot amongst the blue and orange flowers under his body.

Her brown brows furrowed as she crossed her arms.“We have work to do, that’s the whole reason we are out here in the first place,” she said, sounding exasperated with the man. She leaned down closer to their faces, so close to each other yet so far away.

“Come on Sabo, we do not have time for this–” she tried to say, only to let out a loud “OOF” as Sabo grabbed her wrist, yanking her right into his lap, his arms around her waist and his chin on her shoulder.

“Don’t be like that, mh? Maybe you're jealous that I'm paying attention to the flowers more than you?” She sat there wide-eyed, feeling the back of her neck and her ears growing hot as the blush dusted across her cheeks. He put a finger to his lips “You know, what if we made flower crowns? I know you have always wanted to make one. Could it be our thing?” he suggested with that dumb cheerful voice of his.

Koala let out a sigh of defeat: she knew she had to admit she lost the game with that stubborn man. “Fine. But we can’t stay here too long, you know”. She said, turning around and pinching his round cheeks. “Uh-huh, you say so, but you had made no move to get out of my lap,” he teased the poor brown-haired woman.

He moved his large hands and placed a bunch of orange butterfly weeds and a bundle of blue bluebells in her much smaller and cute hand “Let’s use these, Koala!” He suggested to her before her brown eyes glanced down at the bundle. “ Hey Sabo, do you know what these flowers mean?” she asked him, her face feeling hot. She knew that Sabo knew those flowers and what they meant, but so did she.

“Nope, not a clue. Why don’t you tell me?” He asked in a light but teasing manner, the same he always does when he already knows the answer to the question he asked.

Part of her was certain that he just liked to hear her talk. She let out a heavy sigh, tilting her head back to look up at him from her position.

“Butterfly weeds are supposed to represent joy, while it is said that Bluebells are the flowers of undying love”. She could hardly get out with how much she was stammering from her own embarrassment, it was just a coincidence that these were the flowers he had grabbed.

He queried with a blonde brow “Oh really? Had no idea but I think it fits us. Butterfly weed makes me think of you, it almost matches your hair,” He said as he took a strand of her brown hair and brought it up to his lips, leaving a kiss on the lock between his fingers.

Koala stared up at him with wide eyes. Did he like her? Her brain could not wrap around the thought of the very idea that stubborn idiotic Sabo liked her the same way she loved him. It almost felt as if her heart was about to physically burst out of her chest at that exact moment. She could not handle another act like this or she would lose it or, even worse, do something embarrassing again (like the last time she had tried to confess to him, but she ended up telling him “Happy Monday”).

She was interrupted by her thoughts as she felt his finger pinching her cheek. “Earth to Koala, where did you go?” He cooed in her ear, only to jolt when she flung her arm in surprise and hit him on his cheek.

She sulked seeing the red mark on his face and waved her arms frantically “I am so so sorry Sabo, I swear it wasn’t on purpose! I must have spaced out and then you scared me so I just acted–“

Sabo let out a laugh before he grabbed her waving hands “Hey careful, you’ll mess up the flowers there. But if you’re really sorry then… how about kissing me?”

She and Sabo had locked eyes in complete silence for what felt like a solid hour before he puckered his lips.

“Come on, you hit me hard!” he baited, only to find himself blinking when she leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek.

Well, that really was his fault, wasn't it? He never directly said where she could kiss him. But she was so cute he just wanted to grab her face and kiss her. Sabo’s lips curled up into one of his sunshine smiles, but Koala could not raise her eyes to look up at him. She was almost glad she was sitting in his lap like this, mostly because it was harder to turn around and look at him.

“I thought we were making flower crowns?” “We are, I'm gonna show you how right now. You have your flowers, right?” Sabo placed his own flowers next to the ground beside him, his fingers brushing over the flowers in her hands. “First, we are going to braid the flowers like this,” he explained, showing her how to twist and braid the vines of the flowers together. Koala watched as her hands tried to copy his movements.

Sabo was really good at everything he did, sometimes it felt like everything came so easy to him. But what she did not know was that he forced Betty and Ivankov to teach him for months: there were times it almost felt like he would never be able to do it, he even went as far as to practice in his spare time on missions.

Koala let out a groan of frustration as another one of her vines tore and snapped the crown she was making. “This is not fair, how are you so good at this? I'm never gonna get this Sabo, this is the fourth time!” She said dejectedly as she hung her head down. Sabo could have sworn he saw little rain clouds floating over her. “Hey now, don’t be like that, you'll get it. I had to have others teach me. Here, just follow me once more, okay? It does not need to be perfect at all.” “...I guess you are right for once.”

He rolled his eyes despite the laugh that left his lips. He held her hands once more this time moving her fingers, helping her braid the vines. Koala’s brown eyes widened seeing how they weaved into the tight braids Sabo was showing her. After a couple of long moments, Sabo smiled widely “Ahah! There we go, all done”.

He held out the lovely flower crown gleaming under the sunlight: the lovely Bluebells and the orange butterfly weeds just made them seem all the more enchanting as he placed the crown on the top of her head.

He sucked in a sharp breath, his face glowing alight. She was beautiful, how had he really never noticed before was beyond him. His lower lip trembling “Sabo, are you okay? You’re shaking…” Koala asked with worry in those big doe brown eyes of hers.

“H-huh. Sorry, I got lost in my thoughts”, He said, his voice having a little edge of nervousness to it. She quirked a brow since when did Sabo get lost in his own head? He was the type to act first and think later more than often. “You big liar, what terrible scheme are you brewing now.” “Why do I have to be scheming anything?! Can’t I just enjoy spending time with my best friend?” He asked with a tone of amusement laced in his words.

Koala narrowed her eyes “That makes me trust you even less. Just spit it out, Sabo, it can’t be that bad.” Sure how was he supposed to blurt out that he finally saw her as a girl he had never really considered one? He was so sure she would freak out on him but, if he really had to pinpoint when this started, it would have to be on the last job they did together, where they had to pose as a married couple.

Sabo was never one to think of marriage, he really didn’t care about relationships nor did he have the time to partake. But with Koala, part of him wanting to see her in a pretty white dress… the idea became more and more stuck in his head.

He was pulled out of his fantasy by Koala pulling on his cheeks “Hey, I am talking to you! First, you drag me out here while we are working and now you're ignoring me. What is the matter with you ?!” “Let’s get married!” He blurted out, giving the poor woman whiplash from how fast she whipped her head around to face him. “WHAT?!” she exclaimed with wide-darting eyes, feeling like the wind was knocked right out of her chest. Her face resembled one of those ripe cherry tomatoes that they had growing on the base.

Sabo at this point just about was ready to surrender himself to the navy rather than deal with trying to come back from what he just said out loud. He rubbed the black of his golden locks “Ah, did I say that out loud?” He asked with the hope he really had not. “You did and you have not explained yourself!”

He gulped with a nervous expression as he could feel the sweat on his forehead. Well, crap, he would just have to bite the bullet, wouldn’t he?

Sabo turned his body so he was facing her before he grabbed her round face, which made her stare and let out a sound as he leaned closer. A sound of surprise, when his soft lips pressed on her own smaller ones.

Koala felt like the wind had knocked out of her body once more. She moved her hands, gripping his shoulders. The kiss felt so right and something out of a fairytale. Her body felt so light as if she was dreaming the whole thing up. If you had told her four days ago when she left with Sabo that he would have kissed her, she would obviously have laughed it off.

When he pulled away and the air came back to her lungs, she turned a scarlet color “S-Sabo! What was that?!” A cheeky smile crossed that handsome face of his “Well Koala, that was a kiss. I did not realize you didn't know what that was.” “ Now is not the time to get smart, Sabo,” she cried out with tears threatening to bubble up. There was no way Sabo really liked her, he was playing a cruel joke on her!

Upon seeing her tears, he jolted “H-hey, did you hate it that much?” “It’s cruel to play with a girl’s feelings, you know? You're being a jerk!” She said as the tears rolled down her round cheeks. Sabo moved his hands, his thumbs wiping her tears away “ I should have made myself clear Koala. I am not pulling a prank, I am in love with you. I have always been since we met.”

Koala kept getting whiplash at his words “W-what… Why, there are so many girls who are in love with you, Sabo. So tell me, why me?!” “Why you? Why not you Koala, I don’t want anyone but you.” Her lower lip trembled as she gulped “You really feel that way?” “Of course I do, haven't ever said anything I don't mean Koala. You are the most beautiful girl I know, inside and out.” “ Why have you never said anything until now?”

Sabo let out a laugh “I tried, but you kept misunderstanding me. Still, you haven't answered me either, do you like me?” She placed her hands over the top of his warm calloused ones. “I do…I love you, I thought you didn’t like me.” His blue eyes widened before he softened. “Then… After this job, let’s go on a date, mhm?” “Sounds like a plan, be on time for once.” “I wouldn't dream of being late.”

[flowersandbirdsflyingfree]

hi, i'd like a boomer shooter matchup if they're still open

im a 5'10 bi transmasc guy, and i'm pretty into technology/programming. i also like video games a lot. i have short shaggy-ish hair dyed red, i usually cut it myself. i dont actively try to fit into a 'style', but i wear dark colours and have a black leather trenchcoat i wear pretty much whenever i can, so i'd say im goth-ish. i also like industrial music a lot. my fav band is kmfdm, and my favorite movie is evil dead 2. as for what i look for in a partner, i like someone with a good sense of humour, especially if its at least a little dark bc im also like that. basically someone who can match my level of weird. and guys who are taller than me. ya

YAAAY! Luckily for you, matchups are open until Christmas Eve

I match you with the Boomer Shooter:

The Postal Dude

I’m not biased I swear. IT’S DESTINY FOR PETE’S SAKE

His height is unknown since his in-game model was measured to be around like 5’3. HOWEVER! If you were with the Other Dude (see:Paradise Lost/Postal 3), his height is about 6’0”. And Postal 3 isn’t canon bc it is the worst thing ever. The height allegations make no sense but I’m gonna magically make him tall enough to rest his chin on top of your head whenever he wants

You and Dude dress scarily similar but he thinks you execute the looks far better. You’re much more of a handsome devil than he is as he says. But he is a jerk who teases a lot. “Man, God really wanted me to go fuck myself.”

He really does love you. He’d uproot a whole rosebush thorns and all to confess his undying love for you. If anyone does so much as ruin your day, he WILL avenge his sweetheart

He loves horror films! Especially the Evil Dead franchise! He also enjoys Tetsuo:The Iron Man, Laid to Rest, Ginger Snaps and many more. It goes between campy dark comedies to anything psychological thriller.

The Dude is literally an oddball scavenging on the outskirts of society. If you ever have a moment of insecurity, he will comfort that you’re the most badass person in the entire world to him. You were born to live, not just exist! Who cares what others think? Just don’t take his lead in recklessness. Some of his “free living” has ended in 6 months probation, broken bones and a UTI.

[paetal]

send me  ‘ tender touches ‘   and i’ll   generate a number   for my muse’s reaction to yours…  | @killerhubby asked: for sera ♡ number generated: 9. taking mine’s face in their hands

This man sure does have a way of making his heart start to thud wildly in his chest, something that seemed so impossible for him to experience before. His face fits perfectly in the taller males hands, like those hands were made to cup his face and those lips on the other were made to utter flattering words to him ( or made to press against his own lips too for that matter ). This man. He's something else and Seraphin is falling.

❝ Is this the part where you kiss me ? ❞ It felt familiar, like out of one of his novels that did have the rare moments of romance in them ( even the setting felt familiar for where they were and right he had been given the new book Sera was working on before Sera was releasing it to the public so that was why this all was so familiar ). The writer smirks, amethyst eyes surprisingly warm though and full of even more surprising affection. ❝ and confess your undying love to me ? Just like that part in the book ? ❞ the book that the characters he had went and based off himself and the male before him that was holding his face. He bats his eyelashes up at him, awaiting a response.

[roseianxiety]

uhh... 21 with dukexiety? if you wanna? for the valentine's day prompts. hope you're doing well!

Prompt - 21 [love confessions]

Thank you so much for the ask!! Anyway, I wrote this in a hurry so it might not be that good but I hope you like it

Valentine's Day Promptlist

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Heart Problems

Ship: Romantic Dukexiety

CW: Kissing, swearing

It was the day of hearts. Or if you're boring enough, it's Valentine's Day. And Remus was scouring the whole mindscape to find the whereabouts of a certain cute emo he has fallen head over heels for and he desperately NEEDS to confess to him now or his heart will burst or something. And now he stands in front of Virgil's room, staring at it for a bit, and without a thought, he busts in, startling Virgil who is still half asleep on his bed. “Remus, what the fuck!?? It's 5 am!".

Virgil says angrily rubbing at his eyes. His dark locks are messy and sticking everywhere and there's drool coming from one corner of his mouth. He looks adorable and Remus just wants to kiss him or bite him even. Maybe both. “Sorry I woke ya”.

“No shit. Why are you here this early anyway?" Virgil asks while sitting up, his hair falling into his face a little bit. And suddenly all of Remus' straight(ha)forwardness and confidence was gone. He remembers he was going to do the unspeakable or whatever the fuck you call it. Confess his undying love for Virgil.

“Well uh…” He pauses for some second, but he can't focus properly when Virgil stares at him like that– so intense, so open, so pretty... he clears his throat. “Oh shit, fuck, uh– will you stop looking at me like that? You're going to make my heart explode and I'll die from it, man.”.

Virgil blinks at him for a moment, his eyebrows furrowing. He was so confused about what the actual fuck Remus meant by that. "Like what exactly?". And oh shit, he sounds so innocent and soft and Remus can't take it. He needs to talk about it before he explodes into pieces. “You know, like… like that. Your eyes. You make them sparkle and your lips are soft and they look like they could fit perfectly with mine. And if you're going to stare at me like that I'll die and I can't confess to you and shit.".

Well, it's weird and that's an interesting way of putting it.

He didn't get an answer, Virgil still looked at him in sheer confusion, clearly not understanding what he just said. Remus took a deep breath before dropping the bomb. "I'm hopelessly in love with you. You always make me have heart problems just by hearing your voice or when you look at me and the voices in my head only scream for you and you only.". He waited. A beat. Two. Three. And then Virgil's cheeks bloomed red. “Oh. Oh.".

Virgil said, sounding completely shocked. "I…" He trailed off, looking down at his hands. He had no idea how to react. How does one react after hearing such declarations? After hearing someone confess their undying love for them out loud? For real?

He looked back up at Remus. His face was flushed and he seemed nervous. “I... like you too.". Virgil admitted quietly and Remus just stared at him as if he'd grown another head. “I did for quite a while but… I wasn't sure if you were feeling the same way or not so I didn't bother to confess to you". Remus was speechless for a moment. Virgil likes him? Virgil liked him back?! And he didn't even realize it? His heart was thumping inside his chest, it felt like it was going to break out of his rib cage and fly.

"Holy shit... Can I kiss you?"Remus asked out of a sudden as he plopped next to Virgil, gripping on both his shoulders to steady himself because holy shit, this is happening. This is really happening. Virgil blushed again but nodded. Remus leaned closer and pressed his lips on Virgil's, his hands fisting his shirt. Virgil responded immediately by wrapping his arms around his neck. Their lips moved against each other languidly at first and then Remus broke the kiss, breathing heavily and staring at Virgil's parted lips. "Can we do it again?", he asked breathlessly, making Virgil blush harder and nod eagerly.

Remus wasted no time and crashed his lips on Virgil's once again. They kissed lazily but intensely until they once had to pull away from each other again to breathe properly. Virgil's cheeks remained dusted pink. "I've been wanting to do that for ages". He chuckled slightly at that comment and rested his forehead on Remus', closing his eyes. "So much." He whispered.

"So do I! I can't believe I just made out with you... I think my heart might explode right now", Remus replied and laughed at his own joke. “I never thought I would get to actually kiss you". He added and Virgil pulled back a little bit to look at him properly. “Me neither" He smiled warmly at him.

"What are we now? " Remus asks him, a playful smile forming at the corners of his lips.

Virgil responds sheepishly, "Boyfriends?".

The word itself sounded foreign to him. Even thinking about it gave him butterflies in his stomach. “Boyfriends." Remus agrees and kisses Virgil again. Just because he can. It tastes sweet and familiar, like home. Remus thinks it's the best thing ever.

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Writing Taglist: @cutebisexualmess (please tell me if you want to be added or removed in the tag list)

[spade-of-hearts]

Flower crowns

Sabo, you do know we are on a mission, right?” the brown hair girl questioned as she stared down at him on the ground. “Come on, don’t be that way, Koala. Just sit down and have fun!”. He said with a giant smile crossing his lips, staring up at her from his spot amongst the blue and orange flowers under his body.

Her brown brows furrowed as she crossed her arms.“We have work to do, that’s the whole reason we are out here in the first place,” she said, sounding exasperated with the man. She leaned down closer to their faces, so close to each other yet so far away.

“Come on Sabo, we do not have time for this–” she tried to say, only to let out a loud “OOF” as Sabo grabbed her wrist, yanking her right into his lap, his arms around her waist and his chin on her shoulder.

“Don’t be like that, mh? Maybe you're jealous that I'm paying attention to the flowers more than you?” She sat there wide-eyed, feeling the back of her neck and her ears growing hot as the blush dusted across her cheeks. He put a finger to his lips “You know, what if we made flower crowns? I know you have always wanted to make one. Could it be our thing?” he suggested with that dumb cheerful voice of his.

Koala let out a sigh of defeat: she knew she had to admit she lost the game with that stubborn man. “Fine. But we can’t stay here too long, you know”. She said, turning around and pinching his round cheeks. “Uh-huh, you say so, but you had made no move to get out of my lap,” he teased the poor brown-haired woman.

He moved his large hands and placed a bunch of orange butterfly weeds and a bundle of blue bluebells in her much smaller and cute hand “Let’s use these, Koala!” He suggested to her before her brown eyes glanced down at the bundle. “ Hey Sabo, do you know what these flowers mean?” she asked him, her face feeling hot. She knew that Sabo knew those flowers and what they meant, but so did she.

“Nope, not a clue. Why don’t you tell me?” He asked in a light but teasing manner, the same he always does when he already knows the answer to the question he asked.

Part of her was certain that he just liked to hear her talk. She let out a heavy sigh, tilting her head back to look up at him from her position.

“Butterfly weeds are supposed to represent joy, while it is said that Bluebells are the flowers of undying love”. She could hardly get out with how much she was stammering from her own embarrassment, it was just a coincidence that these were the flowers he had grabbed.

He queried with a blonde brow “Oh really? Had no idea but I think it fits us. Butterfly weed makes me think of you, it almost matches your hair,” He said as he took a strand of her brown hair and brought it up to his lips, leaving a kiss on the lock between his fingers.

Koala stared up at him with wide eyes. Did he like her? Her brain could not wrap around the thought of the very idea that stubborn idiotic Sabo liked her the same way she loved him. It almost felt as if her heart was about to physically burst out of her chest at that exact moment. She could not handle another act like this or she would lose it or, even worse, do something embarrassing again (like the last time she had tried to confess to him, but she ended up telling him “Happy Monday”).

She was interrupted by her thoughts as she felt his finger pinching her cheek. “Earth to Koala, where did you go?” He cooed in her ear, only to jolt when she flung her arm in surprise and hit him on his cheek.

She sulked seeing the red mark on his face and waved her arms frantically “I am so so sorry Sabo, I swear it wasn’t on purpose! I must have spaced out and then you scared me so I just acted–“

Sabo let out a laugh before he grabbed her waving hands “Hey careful, you’ll mess up the flowers there. But if you’re really sorry then… how about kissing me?”

She and Sabo had locked eyes in complete silence for what felt like a solid hour before he puckered his lips.

“Come on, you hit me hard!” he baited, only to find himself blinking when she leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek.

Well, that really was his fault, wasn't it? He never directly said where she could kiss him. But she was so cute he just wanted to grab her face and kiss her. Sabo’s lips curled up into one of his sunshine smiles, but Koala could not raise her eyes to look up at him. She was almost glad she was sitting in his lap like this, mostly because it was harder to turn around and look at him.

“I thought we were making flower crowns?” “We are, I'm gonna show you how right now. You have your flowers, right?” Sabo placed his own flowers next to the ground beside him, his fingers brushing over the flowers in her hands. “First, we are going to braid the flowers like this,” he explained, showing her how to twist and braid the vines of the flowers together. Koala watched as her hands tried to copy his movements.

Sabo was really good at everything he did, sometimes it felt like everything came so easy to him. But what she did not know was that he forced Betty and Ivankov to teach him for months: there were times it almost felt like he would never be able to do it, he even went as far as to practice in his spare time on missions.

Koala let out a groan of frustration as another one of her vines tore and snapped the crown she was making. “This is not fair, how are you so good at this? I'm never gonna get this Sabo, this is the fourth time!” She said dejectedly as she hung her head down. Sabo could have sworn he saw little rain clouds floating over her. “Hey now, don’t be like that, you'll get it. I had to have others teach me. Here, just follow me once more, okay? It does not need to be perfect at all.” “...I guess you are right for once.”

He rolled his eyes despite the laugh that left his lips. He held her hands once more this time moving her fingers, helping her braid the vines. Koala’s brown eyes widened seeing how they weaved into the tight braids Sabo was showing her. After a couple of long moments, Sabo smiled widely “Ahah! There we go, all done”.

He held out the lovely flower crown gleaming under the sunlight: the lovely Bluebells and the orange butterfly weeds just made them seem all the more enchanting as he placed the crown on the top of her head.

He sucked in a sharp breath, his face glowing alight. She was beautiful, how had he really never noticed before was beyond him. His lower lip trembling “Sabo, are you okay? You’re shaking…” Koala asked with worry in those big doe brown eyes of hers.

“H-huh. Sorry, I got lost in my thoughts”, He said, his voice having a little edge of nervousness to it. She quirked a brow since when did Sabo get lost in his own head? He was the type to act first and think later more than often. “You big liar, what terrible scheme are you brewing now.” “Why do I have to be scheming anything?! Can’t I just enjoy spending time with my best friend?” He asked with a tone of amusement laced in his words.

Koala narrowed her eyes “That makes me trust you even less. Just spit it out, Sabo, it can’t be that bad.” Sure how was he supposed to blurt out that he finally saw her as a girl he had never really considered one? He was so sure she would freak out on him but, if he really had to pinpoint when this started, it would have to be on the last job they did together, where they had to pose as a married couple.

Sabo was never one to think of marriage, he really didn’t care about relationships nor did he have the time to partake. But with Koala, part of him wanting to see her in a pretty white dress… the idea became more and more stuck in his head.

He was pulled out of his fantasy by Koala pulling on his cheeks “Hey, I am talking to you! First, you drag me out here while we are working and now you're ignoring me. What is the matter with you ?!” “Let’s get married!” He blurted out, giving the poor woman whiplash from how fast she whipped her head around to face him. “WHAT?!” she exclaimed with wide-darting eyes, feeling like the wind was knocked right out of her chest. Her face resembled one of those ripe cherry tomatoes that they had growing on the base.

Sabo at this point just about was ready to surrender himself to the navy rather than deal with trying to come back from what he just said out loud. He rubbed the black of his golden locks “Ah, did I say that out loud?” He asked with the hope he really had not. “You did and you have not explained yourself!”

He gulped with a nervous expression as he could feel the sweat on his forehead. Well, crap, he would just have to bite the bullet, wouldn’t he?

Sabo turned his body so he was facing her before he grabbed her round face, which made her stare and let out a sound as he leaned closer. A sound of surprise, when his soft lips pressed on her own smaller ones.

Koala felt like the wind had knocked out of her body once more. She moved her hands, gripping his shoulders. The kiss felt so right and something out of a fairytale. Her body felt so light as if she was dreaming the whole thing up. If you had told her four days ago when she left with Sabo that he would have kissed her, she would obviously have laughed it off.

When he pulled away and the air came back to her lungs, she turned a scarlet color “S-Sabo! What was that?!” A cheeky smile crossed that handsome face of his “Well Koala, that was a kiss. I did not realize you didn't know what that was.” “ Now is not the time to get smart, Sabo,” she cried out with tears threatening to bubble up. There was no way Sabo really liked her, he was playing a cruel joke on her!

Upon seeing her tears, he jolted “H-hey, did you hate it that much?” “It’s cruel to play with a girl’s feelings, you know? You're being a jerk!” She said as the tears rolled down her round cheeks. Sabo moved his hands, his thumbs wiping her tears away “ I should have made myself clear Koala. I am not pulling a prank, I am in love with you. I have always been since we met.”

Koala kept getting whiplash at his words “W-what… Why, there are so many girls who are in love with you, Sabo. So tell me, why me?!” “Why you? Why not you Koala, I don’t want anyone but you.” Her lower lip trembled as she gulped “You really feel that way?” “Of course I do, haven't ever said anything I don't mean Koala. You are the most beautiful girl I know, inside and out.” “ Why have you never said anything until now?”

Sabo let out a laugh “I tried, but you kept misunderstanding me. Still, you haven't answered me either, do you like me?” She placed her hands over the top of his warm calloused ones. “I do…I love you, I thought you didn’t like me.” His blue eyes widened before he softened. “Then… After this job, let’s go on a date, mhm?” “Sounds like a plan, be on time for once.” “I wouldn't dream of being late.”

[splitsuit]

It begins with a suggestion, to go out on the yacht for a romantic getaway, a perfect retreat on Valentine’s Day. Even if the circumstances for obtaining said boat were less than legal, it hardly mattered today. Taking in the sights of the sea, enjoying one another’s company as deep blue waves lap against the ship. Celebrating with wine, and perhaps sharing a dance or two on the deck. 

The day eventually winds down, sitting close together by the end, leaning against one another. They’ve lulled into a comfortable silence. It gives Dark a moment to steel his nerves, delicately separating himself from his love, in order to instead turn his body to fully face him. “Do you remember when we let each other in?” Reaching out, delicately taking Damien’s hand, before lying the palm against his chest, “I think about it almost every day.” 

He’s giving a closed lipped smile, a deep fondness shown within lidded eyes. 

“You’ve bewitched me since that day, have changed my life significantly. Acting as a beacon of light, cutting through the repetition, the bleak never-ending cycle that used to be everything I was. I have found that there is so much more with you, have found hope and joy with you. Feelings I always deemed an impossibility for creatures like us, but became clear through your charm, resilience, and the warmth you’ve shown me.” 

He releases Damien, only to reach into his breast pocket to pull out a small, black box. 

“I know we have already agreed to spend our lives together for all eternity, but since that day, since we’ve let each other in, I feel differently than I did back then. The truth is, I love you, Damien. You have my heart in the palm of your hand, I am forever yours. There is no future without you, even if we weren’t bonded. Will you marry me?” 

The box is opened, revealing a black ring, an iridescent shine of blue and red glinting when moved underneath the light. 

Valentine's Day

ICY waters surround them from all directions , the COLD of the season has the oceans a paler blue with the foams a pearly white when beaten against the hull . In the far distance , their home was more of a SILHOUETTE and even in the THAWING of Winter , the sun settling but the SHINE still warming them . It was special today , all these years together and every Valentine's Day before this one .

There was still something so very different about this year .

What is he to say ? What is he to do other than LOVE his sweetheart , who was a gift he would not have had in this lifetime , despite not obeying to the LAWS of time and gravity and yet they still fell into the right circumstances to be here now .

If you mix all the colors of the rainbow , the color you receive would be BLACK . Understanding what was happening as there was a draw away and the knowing what he was doing in real time . His black eyes held so much VIVID emotions , and smile wider with the peeling open of that little box . It was beautiful , it was so RARE to find love , to find a partner to last forever despite being let in . Dark , was different in every way unimaginable .

A gasp of air from the question , from the undying love he is to confess . All his words were swallowed and cocooned into his fluttering soul . Wet eyes never dare spill over his cheeks but he does , he says YES with several nods as the ring was placed on his hand .

It slides into place , never loose and not so tight ; a PERFECT fit just like they are to each other .