#I’ll probably be on a little bit anyways :)

[spidermans-l-o-v-e-r]

P.S I Love You, 2007

Pairing: Eddie Diaz x Reader

Word count: 4.3k

Notes: Haha surprise I wrote two, ngl this one is a LIL phoned in… anyway in other news my guy THIS MOVE MADE ME CRY SO HARD I was also on my period BUT I SOBBED

You can feel the blush blooming across your cheeks when his smooth voice comes from the phone. You jump a little, not really expecting him to answer which is stupid considering he answers all your calls

“Hey Y/N”

It’s literally so innocent like he’s just saying hello, but his voice drops an octave and you can just hear the smirk that asshole has.

“Hi Eddie, is Buck around?”

“Hmm lemme check” You can hear his feet shuffle as he does a little spin to look around…he’s not really trying and you know it’s because he’s lazy but you’re also like slightly delulu and what if he just wants to keep you to himself on the phone? What if like he wants to keep talking to you?

“No he’s not up here. Did you try calling him?”

No.

“Yeah! But he didn’t pick up… so you know, I called you”

“Mhm. He seems to not be answering a lot lately”

Whoops

“Maybe it’s the signal in the firehouse?” You try “or like maybe it’s just a his phone thing you know? Maybe he has it on silent”

“His phone is never on silent. As badly as we all would like it to be, he literally has that thing up full blast”

“God I know, and it’s just to mess with everyone else!”

“How he ended up with a sister as sweet as you I’ll never know”

Your heart completely just exits your chest, there’s no other way to explain the way it slams right out of you.

“Or as pretty”

You stare at the cookie dough in front of you, blinking slowly and trying your hardest not to flail and scream and melt and like probably throw this scooper right out the window. You continue to short circuit, hand frozen in the air and he chuckles

“You good over there Baby girl? Did you need help with something?”

“Huh” you sound dumb and you know you do and that makes him laugh again and suddenly the phone seems closer to him and his voice is smooth and just downright sexy

“I said, do you need help with something? Why did you call?”

“Cookies”

“Mhm… what about them? Use your words, Princess”

Window meet scooper. Jesus he’s laying it on thick. You fan yourself a little and adjust the phone in your hand

“I- Jesus I’m making cookies, I just- I wanted to know if everyone came in so I’d know how many to make you know?” You finally get out and take a deep breath. Seriously is it hot in here??

“Yeah everyone came in, why are you bringing cookies in?”

“It’s Valentine’s Day! I just thought it would be nice since you guys are all working”

“Huh, it is, isn’t it? I’d completely forgotten about it. Which you know… explains all the hearts and shit Buck has put up around the station”

“And the little bags of candy he made me help him set up last night? Did he pass those out?”

“He did, he did”

You roll your eyes at the phone and set it on the counter, putting it on speaker.

“You’re teasing me, you know exactly what day it is!”

“Just a bit” He laughs and you squeeze your thighs together dramatically “What about you huh? You got somethin’ set up for Valentine’s Day?”

You sigh and let the scooper drop into the bowl, you pull the parchment paper from the cabinet and pull off a piece

“No, I’m probably just gonna go to dinner with Buck or something, I think that’s what he wanted to do, Tommy told him he was busy”

“Oh” You hear Eddie suck in a breath through his teeth

“What??”

“He’s not busy, he’s gonna surprise him. We set the whole thing up”

“Oh! That’s really cute! That’s- that’s nice for them. He’s gonna love it, you’ll have to tell me about it”

The sentence is like okay a little rushed and you’re fighting to hide the disappointment in your voice because….there goes those plans but you know it’s still slightly there.

“You know…. I don’t have anything planned”

You perk up embarrassingly fast and clear your throat awkwardly

“Oh?” You say nonchalantly while you smooth down the parchment paper

“Mhmmm…”

He lets it trail off and you’re glued to your phone immediately. You put the phone back to your ear, while you watch your heart flop around on the floor.

“Okay,” you say awkwardly and he snorts

“You sound closer. You pick your phone back up?”

You roll your eyes and look up at the ceiling

“You know I’m just able to do that now, it had nothing to do with you”

“Yeah okay. It’s fine, I like it when you’re close anyway”

You get the scooper ready to launch into your second window when he clears his throat

“So if you’re not busy, and I’m not busy… maybe we can be not busy together? I figure everything is probably like booked so why don’t we get some takeout and you can home with me when you bring the cookies in?”

“Eddie are you-“

“Asking you to be my Valentine? I sure am Sugar”

You melt into a little puddle on the floor, like in cartoons and nod into the phone

“Okay, sure I’ll be your Valentine… what about Buck?”

“What about him? I’m just helping him out by taking care of his sister, he’d be so worried about you being alone. You know I expect a cute little card too right?”

You giggle and shake your head “You want me to make you a Valentine?”

“Oh a hundred percent, if we’re gonna do this we’re gonna do it right. I’ll make you one too”

“So…. Valentine’s Day with your best friend’s sister and staying in huh? Sounds pretty boring to me” You tease, and he huffs

“Sounds like a damn good time to me, wear somethin’ cute for me okay?”

You nod fast, unable to say anything even though he can’t see you, and you can hear the smile in his voice because he knows what you’re doing

“Good girl. I’ll see you later, gorgeous”

Eddie had been sweating that entire phone call.

It was so much easier to make you blush when you couldn’t see him flailing around and cringing at every single sentence that came out of his mouth

“Wear something cute for me?”

Hen looks at Eddie and he crumples onto the couch, slapping his hands over his face

“Shut up. God, please shut up”

“You did great! I told you she’d be your Valentine”

“Buck is going to kill me”

“I’m pretty sure he’s going to be way too occupied with Tommy to even think about what you two are busy doing”

“What if I fuck this entire thing up? Like what if she thinks I’m weird or something?”

“I highly doubt she’s gonna think that, she was eating up every word Eddie, it’s gonna be okay! Just remember what we practiced”

Eddie didn’t normally have anxiety, he doesn’t freak out. He’s always calm and level and thinks things through.

Except when it came to you. Because other freaking parts of his body wanted a say in things when it came to you and not just his heart, which he also frequently ignored.

He spends the next part of the afternoon lying on the couch with his head in Hen’s lap, where she pats his head and tries to reassure him and when it’s her turn to fill up the truck, Chimney replaces her and tells him about all the smooth ways he got Maddie’s attention. He also helps him make his Valentine for you, it's two poorly drawn stick figures with hearts around them in puffy paint. He wasn’t even aware they had those in the cabinets.

Is it… embarrassing when he knows the minute you’ve arrived at the station? He knows the sound of your shoes, his favorite shoes, it’s not weird, it’s not. Because Technically everyone around here has the same shoes so you know, someone with a different pair totally would make a different noise… especially if they were those shiny pink platform heels with the big pink bows on the ankle

He didn’t expect you to dress up when coming to the station and he’s not sure why, but now that he’s coming down the stairs to all the buzzing he can just see the top of your head and the cute new pink beret he’d gotten you for Christmas and his knees feel weak.

He sticks his hands in his pocket and walks over slowly. Remember, calm, cool and controlled, just like he’d practiced with Hen.

Buck finally lets you go and Eddie has to stop in his tracks to keep from freaking jumping you.

“What’s got you all dressed up?” Buck pinches the cropped pink cardigan you’re wearing while Bobby takes the tray of cookies from your hands and you glare up at Buck

“It’s Valentine’s Day! I just… I wanted to dress up, you know? Look cute…” Your eyes wander to Eddie when you say that and he bites his lip, looking away from you.

“You don’t think the mini skirt is overboard? Or this??” He tugs at the straps of your satin cami and you blush darker, pushing at his chest

“I’m a grown woman Buck. I can look cute okay? Especially for today”

“Okay but this- this is overly cute. I’m your older brother! Your flesh and blood! It’s my job to protect you”

“I’m adopted”

“I’m your older brother! It’s my job to protect you! Eddie go get my coat”

Eddie, who’s been staring at the way your thick curves fill out that tiny skirt and the way those little bows on your tights all face perfectly straight, you’d paid attention to every last detail and he wonders just how mad you’d be if he ripped them apart…

“Hello?? Earth to Eddie?? I need my backup here” Buck literally has his arms around you now, squishing you to his chest so no one can see you

“Buck!!” You squeak trying to push him away and Eddie rolls his eyes

“One coat, coming up”

He goes over to the racks, stopping in front of Buck’s before his eyes wander over to his own…

“Fresh from the cleaners” He tosses the coat at Buck, forces your arms into it and squeezes it closed over your chest and you groan loudly.

“Buck this is stupid!”

“No it isn’t! Eddie tell her it isn’t!!”

“It’s not stupid” He agrees, and your mouth drops open, “I think you look good in my coat”

You stop fighting Buck, who’s adjusting it on you to keep your bare skin covered and stare at Eddie. His tongue comes out to wet his lips and you hide your face in Buck’s shoulder

“See! There we go all nice and cov-“

Buck is interrupted by a call from Tommy, and Eddie comes over, taking your hand and tugging you away from him

“You want me to come outside?? Awwww can’t spend the day without seeing me huh?” It really doesn’t take much to distract Buck and he’s heading out of the station to go find his surprise, forgetting about you and your virtue.

“You know, I don’t normally agree with his fashion choices… but this?” Eddie’s hands snake around your waist, squeezing lightly and pulling you closer to him

“I think I like you in my jacket”

“I think I like being in it” You respond quietly and he grins and gives you a little kiss on the nose

“My shift is over in 10 minutes if you wanna go upstairs and wait for me”

You nod and he watches you walk off, his coat hangs from your shoulders and he can feel his pants tightening with every step you take.

Tonight was going to be interesting.

To say you look good in Eddie’s front seat is probably the biggest understatement of the century. After talking things over with Buck who literally shoved you into Eddie’s arms and hastily whispered for a rain check on Valentine’s Day and begged Eddie to hang out with you, you both eagerly sent him on his way.

He gave you the biggest hug and dramatically kissed Eddie’s cheek before running off to whatever his boyfriend had planned for them.

“So I ordered ahead, so it would just be a quick pick up” His throat feels dry when he speaks, and he clears it before reaching over and taking your hand in his, you gladly latch onto it and put your head on his shoulder

“Okay yeah, that sounds fine… oh! Wait!” You let go long enough to search through your bag and pull out a small card, there’s a glittery heart in the center that says his name in the middle and his heart slams into his chest

“You made that for me Sugar?” His voice is so sweet and you bite your lip, looking at it in your hands

“You told me to make you one so I did”

“You listen so well” He cups your chin and you melt into his hand, leaning into it he strokes your cheek with his thumb before pulling away

“Did you make me one?” Your eyes don’t meet his and he grins at your shyness, squeezing your hand

“Mhm, I did… I hope you like it”

He nods to the glovebox and you open it, giggling when you pull the card out

“Oh my god, I love it!!” You squeal and hold it to your chest “Eddie! This is cute!”

“You really think so?” He can’t keep the nervous edge from his voice and you turn to him and nod happily excited to reassure him

“It’s perfect Eddie! I love it” You look at the card in your hands and absolutely melt all over it again and he blushes even deeper

“I’m glad you like it, even if it’s a little silly I wanted to do it for you” He pulls into the Chinese restaurant and parks, he doesn’t get out yet, just watches you enjoying yourself and it makes his heart race

“Do you wanna come in with me?”

“Okay!” He helps you out of the truck and takes your hand again as you walk in together. The place is understandably busy and Eddie pulls you over to a little corner to wait, a girl comes up and asks for his name for the order and leaves again to go grab it.

“So how was your day?”

He pulls you into his chest and wraps his arms around you, you put your chin on his chest and he runs his hand over your hair

“It was good, I really enjoyed the cookie part” You giggle and Eddie nods along, listening to you talk about how you had to go to three stores for the specific new pan you needed, and that you almost ate it in the parking lot

He snickers and you whack his chest and roll your eyes

“Any freaking way… what about you?”

You settle into his arms and he just wants to throw you on the seat next to you and spread your legs. He wonders what you taste like… what kinds of sounds you’d make...

“Eddie?”

“Hm?” He mumbles and you stand on your toes and give him a chaste kiss on the cheek

“I said, how was your day?”

“Uh-it- it was”

Thank god the girl from earlier keeps him from sounding like a complete idiot. She hands him the bag and wishes them a happy Valentine’s Day

“Your girlfriend looks so cute I added in the chocolate fortune cookies!” she says with a wave and your cheeks light on fire

“Oh! I’m-“

“She does look pretty cute, doesn’t she?? Makes me want to get home even faster. Have a good night!”

He pulls you out with him and you hide your face in your hands and jog all the way to the car. Eddie laughs and follows after you

“Baby I don’t think that’s exactly safe”

“No. No, you let the car hit me! You take me out with it right now!”

His head falls back with a sharp laugh and he gets to the truck and opens your door for you

“You’re literally so dramatic”

“Your mom is so dramatic” You stick your tongue out and he steps into the truck and grabs your chin, pressing his lips to yours. You short-circuit and he pulls away with a smirk, letting his hand fall around your neck.

“Anything else?”

You shake your head and he kisses your forehead

“Good girl”

If you told Eddie that his day would end in having you on top of him on his couch and making out like a couple of teenagers he’d probably laugh in your face.

But here he is, running his hands over your sides and pulling you against him while you’re whimpering above him and slowly grinding your hips into his.

After dinner, he’d turned the lights down low for the movie, made sure you were nice and pressed against his side.

And then he put on a horror movie.

He saw how uneasy you were when he started flipping through the horror section and he knew he was on the right track

“You ever seen Friday the 13th?” He looks down at you and your slightly paled expression

“Uhhh no? No I haven’t…”

He can hear the nervousness in your voice and he grins wickedly before hitting play

“Oh cool, you’re gonna love it”

You most certainly do not love it. You’re about 45 minutes in and you haven’t come out of your hiding place in Eddie’s arms once. You can hear the gore on the screen and you jump every time it splatters

“Are you okay?” Eddie chuckles and you finally look up at him. His heart immediately tanks and he almost feels guilty when he sees your panic-stricken face

“Oh me? Oh, I’m good! Don’t worry!!”

God, you sound cute when you’re scared.

“You sure honey? You look a little…freaked out” He runs a finger over your cheek and you lean into it

“I’m fine!! Really! W-we can keep watching”

“If you’re sure…”

He pulls away again and turns on the movie and he knows you try so hard to be brave but the second Jason comes back on screen you shriek and hide right back in his shoulder. He laughs and pauses the movie again, feeling your body trembling against him

“Awwww Y/N” He turns to you and pulls away a little and you stay in your ball “Come on baby look at me”

You look up at him with little tears in his eyes and he can’t help but coo over you, he laughs a little and cups your face, kissing your eyelids

“You could have asked me to turn it off,” He tells you, running his thumbs over your cheeks and wiping away your tears

“No, no it’s okay I-“

You can’t even finish the sentence and he grins before kissing your forehead and nuzzling his nose against yours

“We can shut it off if you want to baby, if it’s too much for you” His hands slide from your face to your waist and he manages to pull you into his lap.

“I’m not a baby” You roll your eyes and he leans back against the armrest, appreciating the way you look on top of him

“I know you’re not”

“Okay so! I can… finish the movie”

He reaches forward and you lay on his chest, snuggling into him and he hits play again. His fingers trail down your spine and he’s actually a little worried you might make it to the end of the movie…

Until he looks down at you and your eyes are shut tight. He chuckles and pauses the movie again

“Hey…look at me Sugar”

You look into his eyes and he smirks, settling his hand on your lower back. He rubs your back soothingly, and you seem to relax against him

“You know… we seriously don’t have to watch this movie anymore. I can think of other things that could entertain us”

“Other things huh?” You say quietly and he cups your cheek

“Mhmmm…” he drags his thumb over your bottom lip and you blush

“Interesting proposal…” He feels your thighs spread as you settle on top of him and he bites back a groan

“I just really want to get your mind off of things… since you’re so scared”

“How noble”

He holds your hips and pushes you up a little higher so you’re fully face-to-face. You lean down and brush your nose against his and he growls and nips at your ear. You giggle and pull away again before leaning back down and kissing his nose

“It doesn’t have to be all the way… I’m not that promiscuous… but you know-“ He rubs your back again and you nod along with him

“Maybe we just make out?” You offer and he smiles oh so innocently, like this was all entirely your idea

“If you’d like…” He shrugs and you shake your head

“I would like, very much so”

And that was what brought him to now, completely spaced out in a world of your bliss and thoroughly enjoying the seductive way you tangled your tongue with his. How you dragged your tongue along his teeth, exploring every inch of his mouth while he eagerly did the same.

He keeps his hands splayed across your lower back, urging you to keep grinding on him. He nearly had a heart attack when you let him pull your skirt up around your hips so he could feel your tiny panties grinding against the front of his jeans. He moans quietly and that seems to spur you on, you reach between the two of you and shyly start to unbuckle his pants

“Whatcha doin’ there cutie?” He presses hot kisses down your throat and you shiver

“Just kinda wanna feel a little more of you I guess” You moan his name breathily and he reaches down with you, helping you get him out of his jeans. He unzips the side of your skirt and you let him push it down over your hips. He snickers and you blush, looking down.

“What??”

“These are cute as hell” he snaps the band on your g-string with the open heart on the front and pointedly ignores the fact that you’d apparently taken great care with your Valentine’s preparations.

“Is that all that’s cute?” You sit up, change the angle of your hips and let out a shuddering breath. He shoves his boxers down his hips and fists his cock, pulling it out of his pants and stroking it slowly. Your eyes nearly pop out of your head and he grins, rubbing his thumb over the tip and smearing his pre-cum over it.

“You looked so pretty today, coming into the station… you wore that just for me? Those fucking heels were just for me?” He’s panting as you both get off together, you grinding on his thigh and him jerking off to your bouncing tits

“It was all for you,” You say breathlessly and start to inch your way up his body. You place your palm on his chest and pull your panties to the side and he watches with eager curiosity.

It’s embarrassing the way he literally almost bursts right there, while you drag your clit over his tip and between your folds, and he can tell from the high-pitched gasp that you feel exactly the same way.

Your head falls forward and you moan in unison. He grabs your hips and helps you move on his cock, both of you panting and gasping, his cock catches on your hole with each thrust and you squeeze your thighs together and try not to let him sink deep inside you.

You scratch at his chest and he yanks you down against him, holding you to his chest. You squeak and let him crush you to his chest with each thrust of his hips, you cry into his shoulder and bite down and he growls into your ear

“I’m so close, fuck Eddie I’m so close” You cry for him and he plants his feet on the couch and pistons his hips against yours, you can feel his tip poking in and out of you each time and if you went any longer you’d lose your damn mind and put it inside you

Your orgasm hits you like a wave, crashing over you and sending you spiraling backward. You moan his name loudly and he’s got you locked into his chest as he growls out your name and finishes between the two of you. Your hips slip and stutter against his as he just keeps coming and coming and you’re left a soaked mess.

You blink back the stars in your eyes as you come down slowly. He rubs your back again, more so patting it as he floats back down to earth with you.

“Holy shit” You pant into his neck and he nods with you

“You can say that again…” He smacks his hands on your ass and you yelp “fuck could you say that again” He grinds your hips into his and you whimper, your thighs shaking.

“Holy shit” You whisper in his ear and he smirks, suddenly getting up and you squeak and scramble to hold onto him. He pulls away just enough for you to see the fire in his eyes, that dark cloudy stare that lets you know this was only the beginning.

“How does round two in my bedroom sound?”

[just1cefor4ll]

— You’re the kind of person they write rock songs about

modern!au Viktor x fem!reader warning. swearing, not proof read, might be OOC

part six || part seven || part eight

A/N. okay ngl this chapter is so shitty but i have serious writers block so i guess this will have to so :P

‘Your beauty is so vain

It drives me, yes, it drives me

absolutely insane.’

You stared at the ceiling, thinking about none other then Viktor. Who else would you be thinking about anyway? He’s been all over your mind for the past month so it’s no surprise he’s still lingering there even in this moment.

You were hanging out at Ekko’s dorm, asking for advice though he wasn’t of much help.

“Oh my fucking god Ekko you’re literally not helping at all.” You groan, putting a hand on your forehead. You sit up, sitting cross legged with Ekko barely paying attention to your paranoid self anymore. “How did you make the first move on Powder?” You ask desperately trying to get any useful advice out of him.

“Alright, listen," Ekko sighed, finally setting his phone down to give you his full attention. "First of all, you’re overthinking this way too much. Second—why are you even stressing? It’s Viktor."

You groaned, flopping back onto his bed dramatically. "That is exactly the problem, Ekko. It’s Viktor. He’s, like.. I don’t know.. him?And I don’t wanna screw this up."

Ekko rolled his eyes. "You’re acting like he’s some impossible riddle to solve."

"He kinda is!" You sat up again, running a hand through your hair. "He’s smart as hell, he overanalyzes everything, and he probably thinks I’m just being friendly whenever I try to flirt."

Ekko snorted. "You are just friendly. You’re terrible at flirting."

"Wow, thanks."

"Just saying," he shrugged. "If you actually wanna make a move, you gotta make it clear. No weird mixed signals. When I made the first move on Powder, I didn’t hesitate. I knew what I wanted, and I went for it."

You raised an eyebrow. "Yeah? And what did you do, Romeo?"

Ekko grinned, leaning back against the wall. "I told her straight-up that I liked her and then kissed her before she could overthink it."

Your eyes widened. "You what?"

"Yeah. No games, no confusion. Just straight to the point."

You stared at him like he had just grown a second head. "That’s insane. I can’t do that."

Ekko sighed dramatically. "Well then, I dunno what to tell you Y/N. If you wanna make a move, you either do it or you don’t. Simple as that."

You chewed on your lip, processing his words. "Okay. Maybe not that bold, but.. I get what you’re saying." “Good." Ekko picked his phone back up. "Now, if you’re done panicking, I’d like to get back to my very important business."

You peeked at his screen—he was watching cat videos.

With a sigh, you stood up. "Fine, fine. I’ll figure it out. But if this goes badly, I’m blaming you." "Yeah, yeah," he waved you off. "Just don’t overthink it. You got this."

You weren’t sure if you believed that yet, but still, you left his dorm with a little more determination than before.

You entered your dorm, opening your phone to text Viktor but it looks like he had thought a bit farther ahead then you had, because right there on your screen was a notification from none other then Viktor.

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[vik.tor222] Are you free tonight?

[truly.y/n] oh? since when do u make plans?

[vik.tor222] Since I decided to make your night more interesting.

[truly.y/n] bold assumption that you being here is interesting

[vik.tor222] Admit it, you’d be devastated if I didn’t show up.

[truly.y/n] you’re delusional

[vik.tor222] Yet here you are, still replying instantly.

You frowned at your screen. He was getting cocky.

[truly.y/n] hm, what’s the occasion anyway? you bored or just wanna hang out?

[vik.tor222] or maybe i just want to see my favorite rockstar?

You huffed, but your stomach did a little flip.

[truly.y.n] whatever. maybe I don’t want to see you tonight

[vik.tor222] Lying doesn’t suit you, rockstar.

You bit your lip, ignoring the way your face warmed.

[truly.y/n] fine, pow is leaving around 8pm, i was just about to play my guitar so if you’re lucky you might get a free live performance >;D

[vik.tor222] Can’t wait.

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You rolled your eyes, smiling like an idiot as you set your phone down.

When Viktor arrived, you were already playing your guitar, fingers idly plucking at the strings as you sat cross legged on your bed.

He leaned against the doorframe, watching you with that small, amused smirk of his. "You were serious about the live performance." "Always," you grinned, patting the space beside you. "Come in, take a seat. I promise not to charge you."

Viktor chuckled as he made his way over, sitting beside you on the bed. His cane rested against the nightstand as he settled in, tilting his head slightly as he listened to you play.

"You’re really good," he murmured after a moment.

You shot him a teasing look. "I have a band, Vik. Would be awkward if I sucked." Viktor huffed a laugh. "True. But still—you are impressive." Your heart did that stupid fluttery thing again. "..Thanks."

A comfortable silence followed as you continued to strum softly, just playing whatever came to mind. After a while, you set the guitar down and leaned back on your hands, glancing over at him

“So.. anything new in the lab?” You asked, keeping your voice light. Viktor hummed in thought. "Not really. Other then Jayce almost setting the lab on fire again." He groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. You stiffle a laugh, gasping dramatically; “No way!” You say in mock surprise. “Yes.” Viktor shook his head. “I keep telling him, just because something looks stable does not mean it is stable.”

“Classic Jayce.”

“Unfortunately.”

"Why engineering and physics?" you ask suddenly, catching Viktor off guard.

"Hm?" he replies, raising an eyebrow.

You laugh awkwardly, fiddling with your guitar. "I mean, why those majors? Is there a cool backstory, or is it just something you're good at?"

Viktor thinks for a moment before answering. "I've always been fascinated by how things work—like putting together a puzzle. The more I learned, the more I wanted to create things that could change how people live."

You nod. "That makes sense.”

He tilts his head. "What about you? Art, right?"

"Yeah, for me, it's the opposite," you say, smiling. "Art is about creating things that don't necessarily make sense but still feel right."

Viktor considers this, then shrugs. "That sounds freeing." You laugh. "It is, but it’s also a challenge to make it come together. Just like your work, I guess." He nods slowly, a faint smile on his lips. "I get that."

You both fell into easy conversation after that, talking about random things—your band, his research, upcoming gigs, the ridiculous amount of people who had started messaging you online asking for new music.

Eventually, though, you both got tired of talking and decided to put on a movie.

Halfway through, you started to get really comfortable, shifting closer to Viktor. Without thinking too much about it, you leaned against him, resting your head on his shoulder. Viktor didn’t react at first—just a small, sharp inhale before he relaxed under you. Encouraged, you moved a little closer.

Then, in a move that surprised you, Viktor gently pulled you towards him, adjusting you so that you were practically lying against his chest.

Your heart stopped.

You hesitated for a moment before settling against him completely, your cheek resting over his heartbeat. His arm stayed around you, fingers lightly tracing up and down your back.

"You good?" you murmured, peeking up at him.

Viktor exhaled, a small smile playing on his lips. "Hm? Yeah.. m’fine.”

Neither of you moved after that. The movie continued playing in the background, but it barely mattered. The warmth of Viktor’s body, the slow and steady rise and fall of his chest—it was all so.. peaceful.

At some point, your eyes grew heavy, and before you knew it, sleep was tugging you under.

Viktor didn’t say anything when you finally drifted off, but he did let his fingers brush lightly over your arm, holding you just a little closer.

It wasn’t a confession. Not yet.

But it was something. And for now, that was more than enough.

Viktor woke up slowly, warmth pressing into his side, a weight draped over him.

It took a moment for the fog of sleep to clear, for him to register the steady rise and fall of your breathing, your head still tucked against his shoulder, arm loosely curled around him.

His chest tightened.

Carefully, he turned his head, just enough to see your face—eyes shut, lips slightly parted, hair falling messily against his shirt. Peaceful. Unaware of the way you had completely undone him.

His fingers twitched at his side.

He should move. He should.

But for a few more moments, he let himself stay.

How had he let this happen?

How had you managed to slip so effortlessly into his life, into his mind, until the thought of not having you there seemed impossible?

He swallowed.

He needed to tell you.

The thought alone made his pulse quicken, but—God, he couldn’t keep pretending. Not when you were right there, curled against him, like you belonged there.

The door swung open.

Viktor tensed, head snapping toward the entrance just in time to see Powder step inside.

She stopped short.

Eyebrows shot up.

Then, a slow, shit-eating grin.

“Well, well, well.”

Viktor exhaled sharply, already bracing himself.

“This is new,” Powder mused, crossing her arms. “Didn’t take you for a cuddler, lover boy.” Viktor frowned, carefully shifting Y/N’s arm off of him before sitting up. “It was not planned.” Powder’s grin only widened. “Sure it wasn’t.” He shot her a look before grabbing his cane and standing. Powder tilted her head. “So. You gonna tell her?” Viktor’s grip tightened slightly. “..I intend to.” Powder hummed, rocking back on her heels. “Good. ‘Cause I really don’t wanna watch you two keep dancing around each other.” Viktor shook his head, amused despite himself. “Yes, I am aware.”

Powder smirked, stepping aside as he made his way to the door. “Lover boy,” she called after him, just loud enough to make sure he heard it.

He didn’t give her the satisfaction of reacting.

He made his way towards his dorm, his mind full— full of you. This wasn’t new. He had spent too much time thinking about you, about what he felt, about what it meant. But now, after tonight, it wasn’t just in his head. It was real.

His fingers brushed over his phone, hesitating.

It was absurd, really, how fast it had all happened. How easily you had slipped into his life, uninvited, without him even realizing what was happening.

The first time he had ever seen you was at The Last Drop. He can’t imagine how differently his life could’ve went if he hadn’t agreed to Jayce’s constant begging and pestering about him going out and leaving studying behind for just a day.

He didn’t like the idea of being there, not for a bit at least— but then you came up onto that stage and he forgot how to think.

You had been something else entirely. The warm lights caught the curve of your smile perfectly— the easy confidence in the way you moved, the way you just carried yourself was so alluring, he couldn’t resist succumbing to your charm.

He hadn’t been the only one captivated.

That night, they had all been introduced to you. He knew of your existence before then, but that night he got to know you better— the musician, the artist, the lightning storm in human form.

He couldn’t wait to hang out with you again— not sure if that would even happen, but then Vi burst into the room with a text from her sister, that they’d be going to a café that week and that his group was invited. And there you had told him—offhand, casual—how it was your dream venue. How you had always wanted to play there.

And that gave him an idea.

Why had he even done it in the first place? The call? Setting up the entire gig? He wasn’t sure, but something deep inside him told him to do it—and so he did. In his mind, you deserved it. And when he saw the excitement in your eyes? His heart had felt like fireworks bursting on the Fourth of July.

And then—

The cheek kiss.

So quick, so effortless, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

That was when he knew. That was when he realized he was screwed.

And now— Now, he had to do something about it.

The whole damn friend group had been pestering him for weeks. Jayce, Ekko, Isha, Powder—all of them, telling him to stop being an idiot, to tell you.

Viktor exhaled, gripping his phone.

It was late.

Too late for this.

But his hands moved before he could stop himself.

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[vik.tor222] I like you Y/N

[vik.tor222] like a lot

[vik.tor222] god you’re literally all i can think about you make me insane

[vik.tor222] i love you, rockstar.

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He set his phone down as soon as he typed the last message, his mind racing with all the possible outcomes. What if you rejected him? What if you laughed in his face, or worse, ignored him completely? What if—

His phone buzzed.

And his mind went blank.

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Fix You-Part 3

Kelly Severide x Reader x Matt Casey/ Sevasey x Reader

So maybe you're feeling more than you thought for Matt and Kelly?

You groaned when your phone started blaring and your hand shot out to slap across your nightstand in an attempt to find the damn thing. When you finally wrapped your hand around it, you brought it to your face, flinching against the bright light when you saw your sister Rein’s name. Technically she was your sister in law but her and Andrew, your oldest brother had married right out of high school so you pretty much just considered her your sister. She called you at least twice a week just to check in. She probably knew more about your life at this point than your brothers.

“Hey Rein” you answered and she laughed “Good morning honey. Did I wake you up?” you pushed yourself up the bed “No big deal. My alarm would’ve gone off in like twenty anyways” “How are things going?” she asked and you shrugged then remembered oh yeah this was a phone call not a video call. 

“They’re fine. Uncle Jeff is looking at some assisted living places this week and I’m helping him meet with a realtor for their place” she let out a breath “Have you decided what you’re doing yet?” you ran a hand down your face because honestly up until this point you’d been dead set on as soon as your Aunt Erika passed and your Uncle Jeff was squared away you would hightail it home to New York. Now? The thought of leaving Fifty one in the rearview was not sitting quite right with you. 

At your silence she laughed lightly “Is it that Captain and Lieutenant?” your eyes widened “Please tell me Andrew is on shift!” she laughed loudly at the panic in your voice “Of course! I’d never bust you out like that but come on, just between us” you sighed before saying “It’s not just them, it’s the entire house. They’re feeling like home Rein. They’re feeling like family, like I could belong here” 

“Maybe you do?” she suggested and you shook your head. Whatever you were feeling for Kelly and Matt was a crush at most. They were sweet, yeah and amazing and gorgeous and brave and had quickly become your friends and you talked to them both regularly but they were in love. They had been together for years. You had no place there. “I gotta get ready for work” “Oh and Spitfire sidesteps the question!” she laughed before saying “Call me later, ok” “Ok. Love ya and tell everyone I said hey and I love them. Tell Grams I’ll call her tomorrow”  “Will do”

You hung up and stared at the phone for a second. Your contract end date was closing in fast, alot faster than you would have liked honestly. Sylvie was the best partner you’d ever had, Fireball was your best friend and Firecracker was quickly working her way into being your other best friend. Chief Boden was the absolute best boss you’d ever worked under, the guys at fifty one well they were chaos embodied but they were yours. 

You shook your head and tossed the blanket off your legs. You needed to get a shower and grab everything you needed for your shift. You had to get your head clear. This was a little too much to focus on. “One thing at a time” you muttered as you headed for your dresser to find clothes.

Matt and Kelly were sitting in Matt’s quarters when you walked through the common area. They were all too aware of your contract end date. The calendar that hung in the kitchen of their loft had the date marked in red. “What do we do if she leaves?” Matt asked and Kelly shrugged “I don’t know. Do you think we have a damn chance? This is..well this is new even to me”

Matt shot him a grin because it wasn’t any secret that before they got together Kelly had been a bit of a playboy to put it lightly “I’d say so, Kelly Severide wanting to commit to not only one person but two?” Kelly glared playfully at him “Come on babe, don’t be mean to me too. She gives me enough hell” 

Matt rolled his eyes “And you fucking love it” “I really do” Kelly admitted with a grin. You cut your eyes up about that time and spotted them looking at you and winked at them. Matt laughed “You do know that was at me right? If she would’ve stuck her tongue out, that would’ve been at you” 

“I swear Casey” Kelly started but Matt shut him up with a kiss.

You were starting a pot of coffee when a call rang out for an all vehicle response to a warehouse fire. You shrugged and put the pot down “Guess caffeine will wait” then fell in line with the rest of the crew as everyone burst out into the bays, headed for their rides. 

You jumped into the driver’s side of the ambulance as Sylvie hopped into the passenger side. “Let’s roll” you pulled out between the truck and rescue squad, hitting the lights and sirens. “Wonder how bad it is?” she questioned and you shrugged “Guess we’ll see”

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Bad, really fucking bad. That was the answer. The warehouse was one of the biggest ones on the east side and it was a damn near rolling blaze. Since you and Sylvie were first on scene you were the paras in charge so you and she were running the show on triage even as another station house rolled onto scene.

You moved through the tent with Sylvie, trying to see which victims were ambulatory and who was in dire need to go first. For the first little while it felt like every time you got a couple cleared either the guys from your house or the guys from the other house came out with more. When the flow finally slowed you took a breath, eyes turning towards the crowd. Where was Matt and Kelly?

You looked at Sylvie “You got this?” she nodded, her eyebrows furrowing in confusion “What’s wrong?” you shook your head “Bad feeling? I’m going to Chief Boden” she nodded “Ok, go”

You made your way across the scene to where you spotted Boden talking to Herrman and the Captain from the other house. “Do not tear that wall down! It will make the fire turn and force it back towards my guys” you heard Boden’s deep voice as you got to his side and the damn other Captain called out to his house “Do it” 

“Don’t you fucking dare!” you yelled as you heard a loud cracking followed by calls of “SHIT. CLEAR OUT. CLEAR OUT”

“CLEAR OUT” Boden called across the radio and you dove for the other Captain “YOU STUPID SON OF A BITCH” but felt Cruz and Capp grab you around the waist as the last minute even as you fought against them “IF ANY OF MY BOYS DON’T MAKE IT OUT I’LL FUCKING KILL YOU”

“Woah, why is my medic trying to kill you?” you froze your fighting when you heard Matt’s voice and turned to see him, Kelly and Tony walking towards all of you. They were the last three of your house that was inside. “This asshole decided to tear a wall down when Boden told him not to and forced the flames back towards you and Severide. That’s why the clear out had to be called”

Matt spun towards the other Captain “Why didn’t you listen to my chief?” and the son of a bitch had the nerve to shrug and saud “Gotta take risks every now and then Casey” then cut his eyes at Kelly before adding “Ask your boyfriend, we all know his record”

“THAT’S IT” you yelled and jumped over Cruz’s shoulder but this time Matt’s strong arms wrapped around your waist, quickly followed by Kelly’s too. Boden ordered the other Captain off the scene as the two of them carried you back to the triage tent before finally putting you down on your feet.

Your breaths were still coming in ragged gasps from how damn angry you were and you were glaring at the members of the other house, practically begging one of them to say something “Asshole wants to endanger my Captain and My Lieutenant then act like it wasn’t a big deal” 

“Your Captain?” Matt asked, a small smile slipping onto his face. “And your Lieutenant?” Kelly added, a smirk on his face. You realized what you said in the heat of the moment and tried to cover it by saying “Well until my contract is up” they shared a look then Matt shook his head “I don’t know you’re sounding like you belong here”

You shrugged “Maybe I just have realized you two idiots refuse to take care of yourselves so I might as well do it while I’m here”

Before either of you could say anything else Cruz came running into the triage tent and scooped you up laughing “Damn spitfire! Trying to fight an entire house”  Capp was on his heels “Like we would’ve let her. A single one of those assholes swing on her and they would’ve had to face us all” Ritter popped up from the back “Their Chief is still laughing and commending Boden on and I quote finding a para that suits his house so well”

You couldn’t help the grin that slipped onto your face, especially when Boden stepped into the tent. He had a serious expression on his face and at first you thought “Ok, I’m about to be seriously reprimanded” but then a grin split his face “And that ladies and gentlemen is how you protect your house” and patted your shoulder.

“Are you still seriously considering leaving?” Fireball asked, she had bought you a beer once she heard about what you did at the warehouse fire or well after she got through laughing when Kelly told her. You shrugged, eyes flickering across the bar to where Kelly and Matt sat with Jay, Mouse and Kevin. “I don’t know. I always planned to go home after my aunt passed”

“But?” she asked and when you looked back at her she nodded slowly and took a sip of her drink “Oh yeah been there. Had that look on my face too” You laughed “Christ, how did you manage it in the middle of a war?” she took another swig of her drink and stared into space for a moment before shrugging “Not well, at all. Maybe we both need to talk to Firecracker for advice?” and you both cracked up laughing.

Ethan walked by the table and froze when he heard you two laughing “Oh no, my trauma nurse and my favorite para are drinking and laughing. Should I call Med and tell them to be ready for incoming?” Fireball cut her eyes at you then shrugged “Naw. Firecracker isn’t even out with us tonight” he laughed “Thank god for small miracles” and kissed the side of Fireball’s head before walking off.

You looked back at her “I’m fucked here, aren’t I?” she raised an eyebrow “Well I mean..not yet” and your mouth fell open before she started laughing.

You checked your temperature again and groaned. It was still fairly high. You pulled your blanket back over your head and rolled over. You hated having to call out even for one shift, the irony in Boden having to call in a floater for a temp wasn’t wasted on you.

There was a knock on your door and you groaned. Fireball had already stopped by to check on you after her shift when you rolled through med and got diagnosed with the flu. She’d given you a shot of Tamiflu and called Mouse to drive you home because you were swaying on your feet. “Go away” you muttered but the knock was persistent so you wrapped the blanket around yourself and shuffled to the door.

When you opened it Matt and Kelly were standing there. Matt had bags from the grocery store while Kelly had bags from the pharmacy. “What are you two doing here?” you asked and Matt smiled “You’re sick so I doubt you went grocery shopping or feel like cooking” “Plus we got cough drops, tissues and a bunch of other stuff Fireball and Connor recommended” Kelly added looking through the bag he had.

“You two don’t need to get this crap” you argued but they both shrugged “It’s a three day thing. We have three off anyways” Matt said and Kelly grinned “Come on darlin. We aren’t leaving. You look like crap”

“Gee Severide, I see how you got Matt now. You’re such a sweet talker” he laughed “I just mean you need someone to take care of you for once. Take some meds, go lay down and Matt will make you some soup. This man can make chicken noodle that would make campbell's want to go out of business” 

“And if you two get sick and the house is out of our Captain and Lieutenant?” you asked and Matt grinned “We’ll be ok” you sighed and stepped back to let them in. They both stopped to tuck the blanket up further around you before Matt said “And you called us your Captain and Lieutenant again” 

You rolled your eyes as Matt headed for the kitchen and Kelly scooped you up bridal style “Come on you little burrito back to bed” you didn’t have to energy to fight, especially when you looked towards Matt and he was grinning so broadly at the sight before reminding Kelly “She needs to take the meds before she lays down!” Kelly nodded “I’ll plop her in bed then grab em”

“Just fix the soup and go” you argued once Kelly laid you in the bed but he shook his head “Naw, your couch looks plenty big enough for the two of us. Think we’ll stay a while” and walked out the room, asking Matt where the bag from the pharmacy was.

How the hell were you supposed to walk away from Chicago, from these two now?

@desimarie12

@waywardhunter95

[r0manceplanet]

Fluff Alphabet with 1x1x1x1

A/N: I’ve been wanting to make one of these for a while now, and I finally have the energy to do so!! This was so fun to make, and if y’all want any fluff or nsfw alphabets with any of the characters (might be just the killers for now though) feel free to send them in!!

⚠️Warnings: I think none?? I’ll go back later and see if I need to add anything, there may be spoilers though just be aware.

A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

I feel like 1x would spend his free-time relaxing on the house with his S/O, and I also feel like he’s exhausted after being the killer during the rounds, so he just likes to sit back and be in his S/O’s arms while they watch whatever show or movie the reader put on.

B eauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

This is pretty hard because he would admire a lot about his S/O, if he really had to chose he would say he admires his S/O’s passion, for hobbies, for their loved ones, really anything. That’s what would make him fall in love with you at the very start anyways.

C omfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

He can’t really say anything, he is the being of hatred so he doesn’t wanna say anything that’ll make you more worse than you already are, he’ll just sit or stand by you, and if you need to hug him, go for it and he’ll hug you back, and smooth your back and the back of your head while you cry into his shoulder.

D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

He pictures the future with you where you guys can finally run away from everything, somewhere far away and it’s only the both you against the world. If he’s in his betrayed form though, I don’t really think he would picture the future any longer after that, but he’ll always stick by you no matter what.

E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

I feel like he’s somewhat both?? But a tad bit more leaning towards being the one to wear the pants in the relationship, he would say pet-names that would make you melt, while your able to just take him into your arms and whisper comforting words into his ear and get him to melt into you. It’s a 50/50.

F ight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

Whenever he fights with his S/O, he is not someone that would easily forgive them right away, he would probably storm out and take some time away from them, I think the reader would have to be the one to apologize to 1x mostly, but if it’s really that bad and your not talking to him then he’ll come back after some time, being all gentle while asking for your forgiveness and how wrong he was, because while he may not say it to you, he genuinely can’t stand fighting with you because your the love of his life and he can’t lose more than what he already has.

G ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

I’m not sure if I said this before but, while he would not (never) admit it, he is secretly so grateful for all that you do for him, you made him a little bit better of a person when you came into his life, he’ll show how grateful he is though his actions.

H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

I feel like he would only hide a few? Like really personal ones like how he was betrayed by his minions and shedletsky, but he only hides those when you guys start dating, when y’all are far into dating, and after some years he tells you the rest of his secrets like those. It shows that he trusts you with his entire being (and heart).

I nspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

Definitely yes, while he may still be a killer and a bad man, you were able to get him to show his soft side just to you only. After being betrayed for a while he couldn’t trust no one, and when you came into the picture, and after some time he finally had a person he can go to that won’t be like the others from the past. You also definitely made him try new things and helped him with some of his personal problems too. Kudos to you.

J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

Oh yes, if he sees anyone flirting with you, or anyone who he deems as a threat to him and you then he will do everything in his power to make sure nothing will come between you guys, he just doesn’t want to lose another person like he has before, that’s the main reason why he gets so jealous.

K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

At the start of dating, he was NOT experienced at all, you would have to take the lead for him, but once he was able to that then he became a master at kissing you, trust.

L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

It would take years (like 1 or 2 LMAO) for him to confess his feelings to you, he would have been good friends with you at first, while having a huge crush on you that he couldn’t contain anymore. He dragged you to a closed off, private place and he grabbed your arm and leg his feelings pour out his mouth, and luckily, you accepted his feelings and started dating from there.

M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

He’s someone who wouldn’t think about marriage often, especially in his betrayed form but, when you brought it up one time, he spend all night awake in bed watching you sleep while wondering if it’s time to get married, if your the right person, and after some thinking, he would start planning where and how to propose to you.

When he proposes to you it’ll obviously be in private, and when he gets on his one knee for you, he takes your hand and with the other hand he opened the box with this beautiful silver ring inside of it and asked you (quite nervously) how important you are to him, how loved you are, and asked if you would be fine if you’d spent the rest of your life with him, and to his surprise you said yes (over a million times), jumped on him and kissed him.

When it’s time to finally get married, it would also be private, maybe with just a few of your family and friends there. Go out to dinner and come back home, nothing too special but it’s enough for the both of you, already happy enough you can be together for good.

N icknames - What do they call their s/o?

Usually simple petnames like babe, baby, darling, honey, sweetie, your name, etc. But he would also use those cheesy petnames like sugar, cutie pie, hot or baby cakes, etc.

O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

When he was in love with you, when he had a crush on you before he confessed, he always looked soft when he looked in your direction, and when he was able to see you around after the rounds he would always have his eye on you while you weren’t looking, the other survivors would have him the stink eye, while some of the killers teased him about it, mostly c00lkidd was able to to that, any other people who teased him would get their head snapped off.

P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

I feel like he’s somewhat in between both of those, leaning more towards about not being that upfront about his S/O, if he is he would always have his arm around your waist, or he would hold your hand, and maybe peck on your lips just to watch the other survivors and killers reactions.

Q uirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.

It’s very simple but he always brings you a cup of coffee or tea for the both of you each morning, always getting everything you want right, it’s like he can always read your mind. And whenever he gets you gifts he never fails to leave you satisfied.

R omance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

While he may not look like he’s that romantic to other people, in private with just you two he is very romantic, he is always able to do anything for his lover no matter what, even if he may complain under his breath sometimes, but he would go beyond just to see a smile on your face.

S upport - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

Of course, he may not exactly help his S/O since he doesn’t really know how to help unless if you tell him to but he’ll 100% believe his S/O can do anything, he’ll always encourage them.

T hrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

I think he’s fine with just having just the usual routine he has with you, unless if you want to try anything new you are always welcome to tell him, it may take him some time to think about it though, with some pleading maybe he’ll agree, who knows.

U nderstanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

Like I said in some of the other headcanons, I think we can tell he is flawless at understanding his partner, even if he can’t emotionally express it. Him being there for you no matter what can prove so many things.

V alue - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

His relationship is so important with you, for gods sake he confessed to you?! And he’s not that type of person to go all out either, but he saw something in you, he couldn’t quite lay a finger on what that was yet but he knew that you were important somehow. He will fight to keep this relationship, no more bad things can happen again to him, he can’t loss anything else, you are his entire world.

W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

He enjoys doing any hobbies you may have, especially if it has something to do with music or fashion. And if your big on fashion you can use him as a model, put some makeup on him! He may be irritated but that goes away once he sees how happy you are, and he even listens to your favorite songs if he’s missing you. And he loves to slow dance with you to music at night <3.

X OXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

When you hug him, he just melts into your arms completely, he loves to lay on the couch or the bed with you and just cuddle you, and he even enjoys being the little spoon too! He’s comfortable enough to show his vulnerability to you, a whole new side you’ve never seen from him with other people.

Y earning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

While your gone and he’s at home, he’s fine to be alone after some time, but if your gone for a really long time he starts to get into his thoughts and starts to overthink a lot, which causes you to try and comfort and smooth him.

Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lenghts for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

He’s a killer. That says a ton about what he would do for this relationship, as I said before you are really the only person he has left, and he couldn’t lose you. He’ll make sure no one gets in the way of it, he will burn the entire world and make sure you and him are the last ones standing.

[biblical-chronicles]

Plastered

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where Liam needs some help to find the courage on Valentine's Day.

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Liam sat slumped on his couch, flicking through channels on the TV without really watching anything. His mind kept circling back to you, the thought of confessing, the pressure building with every tick of the clock. It wasn’t like he’d never felt this way before—he’d been through the motions with women before—but this... this felt different. And fuck, he wasn’t ready for that. What if she doesn't feel the same? What if I make a tit of meself?

He sighed heavily and glanced at the clock again. It was mid-afternoon, and you’d mentioned you were staying in tonight. That was his window. He had a plan, he just had to make sure it went well. Nothing too grand—just a simple, honest conversation. Yeah, right. Simple.

Just as he was stewing in his thoughts, the door buzzer rang.

Liam groaned, his fingers drumming on the arm of the couch. “What now?” he muttered to himself, dragging his feet over to the door.

When he opened it, Noel breezed in, cigarette already hanging from his lips. “Alright, dickhead,” Noel greeted with his usual smirk, not waiting for an invitation. “Got them papers for you. You know, the ones you’ve probably forgotten about 'cause you’ve been too busy pacing around this dump of a flat like a fucking madman.”

Liam rolled his eyes, stepping aside. “I’m not pacing around, I’m thinkin’.”

“Wrong, you're not capable of that.” Noel threw himself onto the couch, throwing the documents onto the little coffee table.

“I’ll get to 'em later. I’ve got stuff to deal with today.”

Noel raised an eyebrow, glancing over at Liam. “Stuff? Like what? You finally gonna man up and tell her you fancy her, or what?”

Liam shot him a glare, but Noel was already grinning like he knew something Liam didn’t. "Nah," Liam muttered, scratching his head. "Not like that. Just... yeah. You know. Think I’m gonna swing by hers later, innit."

“Swing by?” Noel chuckled, eyes narrowing. “So you’re just gonna turn up at her gaff, all confident, all ‘Hey, I fancy ya’, and expect it to go smoothly, yeah?”

Liam frowned. “What’s wrong with that?”

Noel laughed harder now. “Oh, you poor bastard. You’ve never been able to ask the bird out to lunch without getting all twitchy, let alone doin’ some grand confession on bloody Valentine’s Day.”

Liam bit his lip, already feeling the nerves creeping in. “I can do it, alright?”

Noel grinned, clearly loving how worked up Liam was getting. “You’re sure she’s even stayin’ in? She could be off out, mate. You’ve not even checked, have ya?”

Liam stared at him blankly. “I don’t—” he stammered, caught off guard. He hadn’t thought about that. “I mean… She said she was stayin’ in. Why would she suddenly change her plans?”

Noel’s smirk only grew wider. “Oh, who knows? Maybe someone actually asked her out. You ever think of that, Liam? She's not reserved for ya so plesse stop just stewin’ in here like a prat.”

Liam let out a grunt, clearly starting to get a bit frustrated. “I don’t need you to make me feel worse, alright?”

Noel laughed again, shaking his head as he stood up to leave. “Nah, mate. I’m just tellin’ ya how it is. But listen,” he added, turning back toward the door, “You really have to do this, she won't wait around forever for your nervous arse.”

Liam glared at him, his jaw clenching. “I’m not nervous.”

“Yeah, right,” Noel shot back, the playful glint still in his eyes. “You look like you'd benefit from a shot"

Liam blinked, his brain slowly processing what Noel had just said.

Noel grinned, mischief still dancing in his eyes. “Anyway, you better sort yourself out, yeah? You’ve got a date to ruin.” With that, he strolled out of the flat.

Liam stood there, processing it all for a second before returning to looking at the telly again, procrastinating any further planning.

Yet, as the evening crept closer, Liam’s nerves ramped up like mad. He had been fine, totally fine, but now, with the sun dipping below the horizon, the weight of what he was about to do hit him like a fucking train. His knee bounced restlessly as he sat on the couch, staring at the clock.

6:12 PM.

Shit. Less than an hour until he was meant to head over.

He rubbed a hand over his face, exhaling sharply. His palms were clammy, his heart was hammering. He needed to get his shit together. What had Noel said? Right—have a shot. Just a little something to take the edge off. Sounded like solid advice.

So he did.

And then, because his stomach was still flipping and his brain was still screaming, he had another.

And then another.

And then… well, after the fourth one, things were starting to feel much easier.

By the time he glanced back at the clock, it was 6:54 PM.

His stomach dropped. “Oh, fuck.”

Scrambling to his feet, he nearly tripped over the coffee table as he grabbed his coat. He had no gift, no grand gesture, nothing. He had spent so much time spiraling over how to tell you that he’d forgotten to actually prepare anything. In a last-minute stroke of genius, he dashed outside, spotting a small patch of flowers behind someone's fence but close enough to reach.

“Ah, perfect.” he mumbled to himself, crouching down. They weren’t exactly the finest bouquet in the world, but they’d do. He yanked a few out of the ground, dirt and all, and—after wiping his hands sort of clean on his jeans—set off towards your place, swaying slightly as he walked.

When you opened the door, the sight that greeted you was nothing short of chaotic.

Liam stood there, swaying slightly, looking like he’d just been through something. His hair was sticking up in odd directions, his pupils were blown wide, and he smelled of booze. In his grip—barely—was a small, pathetic bundle of flowers, some of them missing petals, others still clinging to their roots.

You just stared at him for a second. “Liam?”

He opened his mouth, as if he had some grand declaration prepared, something sweeping and romantic, but all that came out was a strangled, “Oh, fuck, love, I’m so sorry.”

Your brows lifted. “For what?”

“For—” He gestured wildly at himself, the flowers, the whole tragic state of affairs he’d brought to your doorstep. “This! This whole—this whole fucking disaster! This is not how this was supposed to go, at all.”

Your lips twitched, but you managed to keep a straight face. “And how was it supposed to go?”

Liam let out a long, weary sigh, like he was personally disappointed in himself. “Well, not like this, obviously.” He rubbed a hand down his face before leveling you with a surprisingly serious look. “I had a plan, y’know.”

You just barely bit back a smile. “Did you now?”

“Yeah.” He nodded, swaying slightly with the movement. “I was gonna knock on your door all cool, say summat dead smooth, summat that’d make ya weak in the knees—‘cause let’s be real, I make ya weak in the knees, yeah?”

You let out a snort, and he pointed at you like he’d caught you in some kind of admission.

“Exactly,” he said. “But then—” He suddenly looked deeply betrayed. “Then Noel—”

He flung his arms out dramatically, like the mere mention of his brother’s name was enough to conjure bad luck. “He’s sittin’ in me flat, takin’ the piss, right? And I’m tellin’ him about tonight, proper serious, and he’s just laughin’ at me! Like I’m some kind of—I dunno—some kinda mug! And then he’s like, ‘Oh, just have a shot, mate,’ and I thought—yeah, alright, good shout.”

Your amusement only grew as he barreled forward with his confession.

“But then I kept havin’ ‘em,” Liam went on, his voice increasing in volume like he’d just realized the depth of his own mistake. “And then suddenly it’s, like, ten to seven, and I’m leggin’ it down the road, tryna find ya some flowers, and now—now—I’m here, stood in front of ya, absolutely fuckin’ wrecked, makin’ a right fool of meself.”

You couldn’t help it anymore—you laughed. Loudly.

Liam immediately froze, his face falling like you’d just punched him in the gut.

“Oh, fuck,” he muttered, looking properly crushed. His eyes darted everywhere but you, like he was already planning his escape.

Before he could spiral any further, you reached out, grabbing the front of his coat and tugging him closer.

“Oh, Liam,” you murmured, still grinning. “C’mere.”

His eyes flickered to yours, completely dazed, and then, just as quickly, he stumbled forward, colliding into you. His nose brushed against yours as you pressed your lips to his, and for a second, he didn’t react—almost like his brain couldn’t process what was happening. But then, all at once, his hands gripped onto your waist, pulling you closer, like he had to make sure this was real. He kissed you back with everything he had, and somewhere in the midst of it, the sad little bouquet in his hands slipped from his fingers, landing on the doorstep with a soft thud.

When you finally pulled away, he blinked at you, still swaying slightly.

“… Does that mean you’ll be me Valentine?” he asked, his voice soft, full of hesitant hope.

You tucked a stray strand of hair behind his ear, smiling. “Of course, Liam.”

His face lit up, but then his brows furrowed, like something important had just dawned on him. “Wait—not just today, yeah? I mean it. I wanna be with ya—properly. Not just for Valentine’s, not just for now. Like… forever, or summat.”

You let out a snort. “Yeah, Liam, I’m not stupid. I know.”

That was all he needed. His lips crashed onto yours again, more urgent this time, like he was making up for all the time he’d wasted. His hands roamed—your waist, your back, anywhere he could get a grip—until finally, he pulled away with a sharp inhale.

You pressed your forehead against his, smiling as he blinked at you, still swaying slightly. His breath warm against your lips, and he looked just so pleased with himself.

You huffed a small laugh, brushing your fingers over his cheek. “Come on, let’s get you inside, yeah? Get you some water before you fall over.”

Liam’s brows furrowed like he was debating whether he should be offended or grateful. Eventually, he settled on grinning, throwing an arm around you as you guided him inside. “Yeah, alright, but only ‘cause ya asked so nicely.”

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happy valentines day to all you lot, hope you liked it !!

noel valentine's story here x

[royalsleuth]

Sometimes I ask myself the question:

“If you hate ‘06 BMFM with a burning passion, why bother going back to it over and over again?”

And the answer’s simple, I see potential. The 2006 reboot could’ve been a lot better than what we were given, but of course, the execution was completely on the wrong foot. So I’m going to do what every deeply hyperfixated fan does best and remake the whole thing. In the form of art and infodumping though, because despite having writing experience, I doubt I’ll have the time and motivation to sit down and create an entire rewrite from start to finish. But who knows, I underestimate myself too much for what I do.

This series of art I’ll be making will be known as “Biker Mice from Mars: ‘06 Revamped” or in other words “2006 BMFM Sucked So I Remade It”. I would keep taking the bullet by finishing the reboot first but I don’t know how much longer I can fight without rage quitting due to how godawful it is. I miss watching the initial ‘93 show anyway, so I’ll be sticking to the wiki and the episodes I have watched for reference. Feel free to ask questions or even share your thoughts, this is all for fun on my end and a way to expand my creativity.

Without further ado, I give you the first official concept art of Biker Mice from Mars: ‘06 Revamped

[TW // Blood (would’ve added more but keeping it mild for now)]

The Biker Mice V. Lord Cataclysm (1)

The last of the three-part episode “Once Upon a Time on Earth” consists of an epic final showdown between both sides. After all has failed, Cataclysm initiates his last attempt to achieve bloody victory by injecting the remaining tetra-hydrocarbons into his system, mutating himself into a ferocious monster. The Biker Mice go head to head with the newly evolved Lord Catastrophic Cataclysm while their allies deal with the “Purrverizer(s)” before they can annihilate both Mars and Earth in a single deathly blast. Sadly, the Biker Mice's strength isn't enough to eclipse Cataclysm's and one by one, they get brutally overpowered. First Modo, then Vinnie. Throttle, now the last of the trio standing, struggles to maintain his consciousness as Cataclysm’s grip tightens within each second.

Luckily, he has a final trick up his sleeve, question is. . . will he prevail?

———

One last concept to show off is the theme song, which is probably the best feature coming from the reboot. The only difference is I changed the pitch to make it sound a little bit more gritty

[humming-fly]

I love how Gerald was trying to keep Shadow from spoiling anything about the future meanwhile literally everything Shadow says and does around Maria is the biggest death flag ever

[ohitslen]

Something other about his eyes

Bonus! Based on this quick thing I did this afternoon and the idea took a bit more shape and turned into that thing from above uEK

[kaidanalenkosprmanager]

Sophie Oliveira-Shepard Alenko-Oliveira and Kaidan Alenko-Oliveira - ME3 (3/?) "What would I do without you?" "You'll never have to find out." Mass Effect 3: Legendary Edition (2021)

[puppppppppy]

its so hard to watch time pass when things like careers and assignments exist. what do you mean im supposed to take that seriously

[robin-with-a-pen]

Okay I’m having ideas I need someone to stop me-

Anyways, so we all know that Chilchuck probably doesn’t have the healthiest relationship with food? Right?

I don’t think he has an eating disorder but more so disordered eating- that hellish middle space, right? I mean “maintaining his body weight at an acceptable level” really sticks out to me

So picture this- my man retires, he doesn’t need to control his weight anymore, no worry about setting off or anything, but he realizes that the unhealthy habits he’s developed over he past ten years are harder to break than he thought

[shima-draws]

Is there a One Piece rarepair ships week. Is that a thing. It should be a thing I think

[obsessivecelestial]

@stormbreaker-290 (and by extension @static-x3)

What if… Static never reciprocated Sirius’ adoration? What if Sirius went completely lovesick?

“So he plucked one of his eyes, just to wear the white veil.”

:3c

[cerusee]

Man, I remember writing a fic a few years ago where in one scene (which ended up being, like, four chapters long) I had something like upwards of twelve different speaking parts, and I was SO proud of how well I balanced it, keeping the dialogue cycling through everyone so no one was being too quiet for too long, or completely dominating the conversation. I miss those days, those days of relative simplicity, when all I had to concern myself with was dialogue. In THIS fic, for some insane reason,* I decided to have eleven different named characters** wandering around Carp Tower in shifting configurations of up to as many as six groups at a time, and I still have not worked out how I’m going to get them all in one room again for the final climactic showdown.

*for the comedy

**not counting the headless corpse of Nie Mingjue, or Jin Ling and his bestest pal Fairy, who ain’t on premises just yet, but whose arrival is going to be very important***

***for more comedy purposes! But I shan’t get into that here

[totopopopo]

so i’m getting top surgery some time between the months of february and august of this year (would rather february obv but seems like summer might make more sense logistically). the thing is my extended family does not necessarily know that i have any kind of gender thing going on, not because they don’t have access to this information, but simply bc they don’t care enough about me to think about any aspect of my identity (because the world revolves around my cousin and i have always been peripheral). which means there is a very real possible future this year when i roll up to a week long extended family beach vacation like….. sans tits and with two new massive scars……… i don’t plan on explaining anything in advance bc i’m sure my cousin will be emailing everyone her own personal accommodations beforehand and i wouldn’t want to get in the way, but like…. surely at least one of them will notice? even if i don’t go shirtless and i wear a bikini despite not needing one, they will notice, surely? and from there, what happens? it’s a mystery, but also has the potential to be very fucking funny in my opinion

[flawlessassholes]

so daniel stopped taking selfies literally as I got inside and then left out the back while I was checking out so I ran to try and get a selfie but no lol so then I spent over $200 to get a chance at the stupid fucking claw game to get a badger or helmet and fucked both of my tries and started crying and the girl who was helping ppl at the claw game (Celine) was sooo kind to me and even gave me another go which I fucked again and then I went up to the ppl running the popup and told them how nice and helpful Celine was and then gave me ANOTHER token and I fucking didnt get it again so i left the enchante popup freezing cold, never seeing daniel’s face, and like $250 poorer. and then i did almost get hit by the enchante bus

i got an nyc popup beanie, tote, and the enchante gray cable sweater, I think embroidery was last night only.

so like a mixed experience!