#get rained on idiot (affectionate)

[leavingautumn13]

i'm just a servant of the people.

[i have commissions open now]

[applepies-and-starlight]

Back to thinking about this post I made a while back where I mentioned I had an Ishmael LCB cbc/expy and I feel like I should talk about her some more someday

[godzexperiment]

nix 100% is the sort to just enjoy being in torrential downpours, like not even under shelter (like his very weird storm issues aside) it very much means has to be bribed out of said behavior sometimes

[devil-in-hiding]

I'm having a real bad day... Feels like I'm losing my grasp on literally everything; mentally, financially, emotionally, with my family, etc... Just want you to know that reading through your fics gives me just enough of an escape to get through the day... So, thanks for existing. <3 If you have any 141 x female reader fluff/comfort bouncing around in your head I'd love to read it. 🥺

(I genuinely hope things start to look up for you babe and that your day gets better, it’s still early 🫶🏻. I understand that feeling all too well and it can be overwhelming and overstimulating because your brain is sending panic signals every other second, i’m sending you big hugs)

how about some soft 141 x assistant reader? *doesn’t look at my price x emotional!reader everyone has screamed at for more*

The day had already started terribly, it was a downpour outside, and your car had refused to start that morning. Some jackass didn’t have the decency to slow down, soaking you more on your mad dash towards the base. Your foot slipped off the curb more than once and your ankle was throbbing as you limped your way towards John’s office, defeated and embarrassed.

You would have laughed at the shocked faces, and Ghost’s wide eyes, if it weren’t for your chattering teeth and tears blurring your vision.

“I-I’m s-sorry I’m l-late sir, my car-“

“Bloody hell woman why didn’t you call me?” John grouses, standing from his desk as he sends the boys running with a flick of his wrist. “Towels!”

“Aye!”

“On it Cap!”

Gaz and Soap make a mad dash down the corridor, and Ghost hovers next to you. “How’d you like your tea this mornin’ lovie?” He asks, voice gentle and you feel your lip tremble. “Just anything hot. Thank you Lieutenant.”

He just nods, striding out the door and towards the rec room, and when you turn back around, John is rummaging in one of his drawers. “You should have called my pretty. I would have come and picked you up myself. Walkin’ in the rain like that, what were you thinking?” It’s an affectionate scolding as he takes a shirt and pajama pants (how long had those been there? That damn man was he sleeping in his office again?)

“Here ya are lass, let’s get ye cleaned up.” Soap announces, wrapping a towel around your shoulders as Gaz turns you around, grinning as he places a towel on your head, gently drying your hair.

“Little wet rat.” He snickers, and you gasp, slapping his chest as you cross your arms.

“Arse, how could you say that after I’ve had such an awful morning?” You pout, and he chuckles. “Got that sad look out your eye didn’t I?”

“Oh very cheeky Garrick.” You glare, but there’s a smile tugging at your lips.

“Bleedin’ Jesus hen, what happened to ye ankle?” Soap grunts, crouching down and you wince when he pokes the tender skin around your ankle bone.

“I must have rolled it-“

“You are never walkin’ ‘ere in the bloody rain again, understand?” Ghost states as he reenters the office, mug in hand.

He’s ushering you off your feet in seconds, herding you towards Price’s couch, laying out a towel he plucked from the pile before easing you down.

It was a funny sight, four large, highly trained military men, crouching around you as they inspected your ankle. “Gonna have to cut it.” Price says solemnly, and you choke back a snort as you giggle, covering your mouth at the somber nod the other three give.

“Aye, not much to do about a rolled ankle lass. Desperate times an all.”

“You all are idiots.” You laugh, shaking your head at the pleased looks that spread across their faces.

“There she is.”

[nanawritesit]

Jungkook Imagine: Taking Care of Him When He Gets Sick From Playing with Bam in the Rain

a/n: i think i might have accidentally deleted the actual request for this when i was cleaning out my ask box, but i know for a FACT it was requested 😤 it’s been on on my to do list for a while now, and i miss him sm rn, so here it is :)

TW: sick!jungkook, it’s just a cold but he’s kinda whiny, living together, mentions of food

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“Jeon Jungkook, you get back here right now!” you screeched from the back porch steps. It was pouring down rain and chilly, but you were safely tucked under an awning with one of your boyfriend’s sweatshirts on.

“Don’t worry, honey!” he yelled back, chasing his pet doberman all around the backyard. “Bam loves the rain!”

“It’s not Bam I’m worried about!” you retorted. “You’re not wearing a coat or hat, and you’re gonna get sick!”

“I’m not going to get sick!” he argued, putting his hands on his hips sassily. “Don’t worry about me! Just go back inside, I’ll be there in a bit. I just want to make sure Bam gets some exercise in.”

You rolled your eyes and turned back around to walk into your shared apartment. Songie and Paengie, your other two greyhounds, cocked their heads at you as you entered the living room.

“Kids, your daddy is an idiot.” you sighed, petting their heads.

—————

“Ugghhhh….” you heard your boyfriend moan from his bedroom.

You laughed to yourself as you finished preparing his soup. Oh how you loved being right.

Picking up the bowl and a big glass of water, you made your way down the hall to where he laid in his bed, bundled up in a million blankets.

“There’s my beautiful nurse…” he beamed with a crooked smile when he looked up and saw you. All three dogs perked up from their places on the bed, looking at you with wide eyes.

You gave him a warm smile and sat down on the bed next to him. “I made you some chicken noodle soup. And here’s some water, you’ll need to stay hydrated.”

“You’re the best, baby.” he pouted affectionately, sitting up to take the bowl from you. He winced as he did so. “Ah, it hurts to move…”

“Your muscles are just weaker because your body’s trying to fight off the infection.” you explained with a small smile.

“Is that why I’ve been so tired?” he asked, eyes sparkling innocently. You would think he’d never been sick before.

You nodded in confirmation. “You’ll need to get lots of rest to get better.”

He blew on a spoonful of the soup, then ate it slowly. His eyes squinted shut at the warmth and comfort of the meal. “This is so good. Literally the best thing you’ve ever cooked for me.”

You scoffed dramatically. “Ouch, thanks darling.” you grumbled sarcastically.

“No, I didn’t mean it like that!” he pleaded, reaching for your hand. “I just meant that it’s really touching that you’d take the time to make me soup while I’m sick!”

“I know, baby.” you shushed him, brushing some of his hair back. “I was just teasing.”

He breathed a sigh of relief, going back to his soup. “That isn’t a very nice thing to do to a sick person.”

“Well, if you had listened to your partner, you wouldn’t be sick right now.” you quipped back, a satisfied smirk on your face.

“Yeah, you’re right…” he sighed in defeat. “I definitely learned my lesson.”

You grinned triumphantly. “Good boy. Have you been feeling any better?”

“Not really. My throat still hurts and my nose is runny.” he complained. “But having you take care of me makes me feel a bit better.”

You smiled, squeezing his hand. “It’s no trouble. I’m not heartless after all. Hearing you admit I was right is reward enough.”

He chuckled at your cheekiness. “If I wasn’t so sick right now, I’d kiss you.”

“Awh…” you pouted, rubbing his thigh comfortingly. “When you’re better you can give me the biggest kiss in the world.”

“That’s all the motivation I need.” he grinned hopefully.

“Alright then, finish your soup and water and go straight back to bed.” you instructed, ruffling his hair a bit before you stood up to leave. “Let me know if you need anything.”

“Yes, nurse.” he replied, giving you a theatrical salute.

You chuckled, then leaned forward to give him a quick kiss on the forehead.

“I love you, Y/N.” he whimpered as you opened the door.

You turned around momentarily to smile at him. “I love you too, baby. I hope you feel better soon.”

[papiliotao]

꒰ 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔 𝒎𝒆 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒕𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 ✩࿐

pairings: kazuha, scaramouche, and xiao x gn!reader (separate)

content: fluff, actor au, mutual pining, idiots in love (affectionate), kissing

summary: in which you kiss your pretty co-star for a scene of the new drama you’re filming. the twist? he’s head over heels in love with you!

a/n: also, this is very unlikely, but if you’ve seen this before, it’s because i messed up and posted it by accident before editing it one final time.

KAZUHA is a love interest straight out of the most euphoric of dreams and the most fantastical of fairytales. He’s sweet, gentle, and considerate, and each time the cameras start rolling, it almost feels as though nothing has changed. He’s the same charming and thoughtful boy you’ve grown to know and love. The only differences in his demeanor are subtle — hidden in the smallest of actions.

“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” Kazuha asks you as he reads over his lines one last time. “If you have any objections, I can ask someone to revise the script.”

As a renowned actor, Kazuha has a considerable amount of power. If he was more selfish, he would have abused his position. However, he typically never objects to anything the directors tell him to do. He simply follows orders. Unless, of course, you’re uncomfortable with anything.

It’s funny. Whenever Kazuha’s told to do something, he has no complaints. He reminds you of liberating winds — able to blow on and persist in any situation. But when it comes to you, he doesn’t have any problems with telling the director to make subtle changes to scenes.

Somehow he’s even more charming than any love interest in a romance drama could ever be. In fact, working on set with Kazuha already makes you feel like you’re living in a fantasy formed in the mind of a hopeless romantic, so it’s no surprise that you’ve developed a bit of a crush on the sweet boy.

“No, it’s fine,” you answer your co-star. You try to act nonchalant, but in reality, your heart is fluttering like the delicate wings of the iridescent butterflies tickling the pit of your stomach. Every moment with him causes a hurricane of giddiness to well up within you. A kiss scene with Kazuha sounds like a dream come true.

“Alright then. Let’s get started,” the director interrupts your conversation — an exchange he was clearly listening in on. “Places, everyone!”

Both you and Kazuha exchange and glance and then get into position. You enter a house designated for the shooting of your drama while Kazuha stands outside in the warm streetlight. A singular call of “Lights! Camera! Action!” — followed by the beginnings of an artificial storm — are your only cues before the crew begins to film.

The scene starts with the ring of a doorbell. It’s a sound that reverberates in the face of overwhelming silence and melancholy, disturbing the peaceful waters atop an ocean of stillness. The sound summons you to the door, and as you twist and pull on the knob, a shivering figure is revealed. It’s Kazuha.

“Oh, hi,” you say, flawlessly adjusting your tone ever-so-slightly to fit the character you’re portraying. “I didn’t expect to see you today.”

The droplets of rain falling from the false sky are bothersome, but Kazuha covers everything up with a perfect performance.

“Hi,” he whispers breathlessly. His voice is as gentle as ever, and the way he looks at you with eyes overrun with wonder makes your heart flutter. Stars glowing with a light reminiscent of Polaris seem to appear in his irises, beaming at you with adoration that appears just a bit too genuine.

“Why are you here?” you ask him, trying your best to morph your expression into one that conveys disbelief and concern.

“I just… wanted to see you,” the words fall from Kazuha’s lips effortlessly. His tone is warm, a soft blanket wrapping around your heart with the comfort of a thousand spring sunbeams. He’s so incredibly perfect.

“But you didn’t have to show up in the middle of a storm!” you insist.

Kazuha laughs sheepishly.

“I guess I just couldn’t contain myself,” he admits. After a long pause, he speaks again. “To be honest, there’s something I’ve been meaning to say.”

Your breath hitches. Here it comes.

“I’m in love with you,” he finally admits. His crimson eyes burn with a passion that is unmatched, and although they are calmer than aquamarine waters on peaceful summer days, they also hold an intensity akin to the heart of winter’s glacial plagues. Even though his words are scripted, you can’t deny that the beating of your heart begins to pick up.

“You don’t have to say that you love me too,” he adds. “I just wanted you to know.” Kazuha sends a soft smile your way, his features morphing to convey nothing more than pure, everlasting endearment.

You let the silence that follows stretch on for a few seconds before speaking.

“But I do love you.”

Kazuha’s eyes widen, and somehow, his gaze softens even more. For a moment, he stands still, caught in a daze. However, it isn’t long before he recites his next line.

“Then… may I?” he glances at your lips as he speaks, and it’s clear what he means.

You nod. “I want this just as much as you,” you whisper. “I’ve been waiting for this moment for so long.” Your voice comes out choked, trembling like an autumn leaf fluttering amidst inconstant wind. You mean it, but he’ll never know.

With that, he leans towards you. For a moment, all you can think about is him. His pale skin made cold by the rain, irises that appear as beautiful as lakes filled with the most precious of glimmering rubies, hair fashioned from guiding starlight, and a voice softer than the most touching of nature’s fantasias.

And when his lips meet yours, it’s like fireworks go off in the pit of your stomach, illuminating every bit of your soul with a joy that permeates even the darkest of thoughts. He’s sweet, gentle, considerate, and he treats you like you’re the most delicate thing in the world — as if you could break at any moment. Everything feels so incredibly warm despite the fact that his lips have been cooled by the ongoing storm.

He places his hand on your cheek as the kiss deepens and smiles slightly. It almost feels as though his feelings run deeper. But that’s just a delusion you’re forging in your mind because you’ve fallen for him, right?

Perhaps, but as you pull away and the director ends the scene with a loud “Cut!” Kazuha’s face lingers near yours for a few seconds, his eyes scanning your expression for something entirely unknown to you.

“Let’s do this again sometime,” he whispers in your ear, grinning at you cheekily before he quickly leaves, presumably to check in with his management team.

It takes you a minute to break out of the hazy stupor that Kazuha’s kiss induced, but once you do, you realize the implications of his parting words.

He wants to kiss you again!

SCARAMOUCHE acts indifferent. Apathy runs rampant through every constellation within the galaxies that are his eyes, and a permanent scowl seems to be etched onto his face whenever he’s not being filmed. It’s shocking how different he is when the cameras start rolling.

“Let’s get this over with,” Scaramouche mutters under his breath as he walks by you. The two of you take your places, slipping masks of infatuation onto your faces. Except unbeknownst to you, Scaramouche isn’t quite putting up a façade. The director gives you a cue, and then you’re off.

“Please don’t leave,” Scaramouche whispers, his personality and mannerisms changing up in a complete 180. He’s nothing like himself right now, and no matter how much of a jerk he is when you’re not filming, you have to admit that he’s a skilled actor. The way his voice breaks almost makes you believe that his words are sincere. Almost.

“I don’t have a choice,” you say, delivering the lines you have rehearsed too many times to count. You channel every ounce of raw emotion within you to pull off a touching performance, and it seems to be working. The director hasn’t stopped you yet, and he’s a man with rather harsh standards.

A silence ensues. You look up as practiced, meeting Scaramouche’s gaze. In that moment, you almost break character when you see his eyes. They’re watering. Oceans of grief pool up as he stares at you, looking at you as if he’ll never see you again. Right now, the inky depths of his indigo irises appear more captivating than ever.

Something about his pain feels real, as if he’s experienced the heartbreak that comes with abandonment before. It’s almost as though he’s simply tapping into a facet of himself that he hides. And despite the fact that you don’t always get along with Scaramouche, you feel the urge to hug him and shower him in affection.

“Will you come back?” Scaramouche’s gaze turns wistful as he speaks, his entire expression glittering with hints of hope and light.

“I will,” you say under your breath. “I promise.”

You take a step toward him and caress his cheek, relishing in the softness of his skin as you brush your fingers along his jawline. A light pink dusts his cheeks. If you were less professional, you would have imploded upon seeing his blush. The fact that he can elicit such a response on command is awe-inspiring, and plus, he looks incredibly adorable — nothing like the grouchy Scaramouche you’re used to.

With gentle movements, you take his chin in your hand and glance down at his lips with what you hope is a look of unadulterated passion and admiration. “May I?” you whisper. The softness of your voice surprises even you.

Scaramouche hesitates and then nods shyly — a perfect portrayal of the timid character he’s playing. He’s incredible.

Slowly, you inch toward him, watching as he narrows his eyes and parts his lips slightly. He’s so pretty, and in that moment, you can’t help but admire him. Messy strands of hair reminiscent of nightfall adorn his forehead, and his pale skin is tinted with the subtlest hint of colour.

For a second, as his face is hidden from the camera by the back of your head, he reverts to his typical self. He opens his eyes just a little wider, and exchanges a glance with you. A brief hint of emotion flashes through his irises. You’ve been working with him long enough to know what he’s trying to say. Don’t mess this up.

Things move in slow motion. Time stretches from seconds to millennia, and his expression reverts back to the picture-perfect look of a young man who’s innocently falling into the temptation of blissful love.

And when your lips finally connect in a kiss, you are fully immersed in the delusion of the scene. You wholeheartedly believe that he loves you. From your sentiments stems a warm feeling that bubbles up in the pit of your stomach. It’s soft and ticklish, and it only gets stronger as his lips move against yours.

He sighs into the kiss, and when you open your eyes in order to observe his face, you notice that his own eyes are closed, and he seems completely lost in the moment. At this point, it doesn’t even feel like he’s playing a character anymore. It almost feels as though everything is authentic.

However, when you part, reality hits you like the first snowstorms of winter — harsh, biting, and unrelenting in its pursuit. Scaramouche was only playing his part. Although everything had felt genuine, you know that it was just a mask he put on for the screen.

But as you finish up the scene, you fail to notice the way he walks away with a sunset pink blush tinting his cheeks. He touches his fingers to his lips in a daze and smiles the slightest bit.

“What an idiot,” he scoffs under his breath, but no matter how harsh his tone is, he is unable to conceal the hints of underlying affection in his voice. “Just how long will it take them to notice that I’m not acting?”

XIAO is usually extremely professional, and that’s more or less all you can say about him.

On camera, he is able to act as a charismatic, although slightly shy, love interest, but for whatever reason, things with him just feel so much more awkward when you’re not filming. Most of the time, he tries his best to avoid you as if interacting with you is a scenario straight from his nightmares.

And maybe it is, because on the rare occasions where you manage to catch Xiao off guard and strike up a conversation with him, his responses to your questions are always blunt. But it never really feels like he hates you. It just seems that he’s not the best at socializing.

Things between you are rather awkward, despite the fact that you’re co-stars. So when you’re told that you have to kiss each other for an episode of the drama you’re filming, you feel as though your world is ending.

Sure, Xiao is incredibly attractive with his golden eyes, tinted a colour reminiscent of the sweetest honey; seafoam hair that never fails to remind you of the mystifying ocean; and a pair of pink lips that look impossibly soft. He’s tantalizing, and a kiss with him wouldn’t be so bad — if not for the concerns that flood your troubled mind.

But unfortunately for you, there’s no way to retaliate when the director tells you that the shooting of the scene is about to commence. You just have to go with the flow and hope for the best.

As you pass by Xiao on your way to your places, you whisper a soft “good luck” so that only he can hear you. He nods in acknowledgement, and if your eyes aren’t deceiving you, the slightest smile appears on his face.

You sit down at the edge of a grassy cliff and wait. Meanwhile, you hear the sound of Xiao walking to a spot a short distance away from you. You take a deep breath, getting into character and gazing at the dazzling lights and countless galaxies in the night sky above.

Soon enough, the director calls for you to begin, and the atmosphere falls silent. The only sound you can hear within the stillness is the crunching of leaves under Xiao’s feet. You can’t see him, but you know he’s coming up behind you.

And after a few seconds, the sound of footsteps diminishes into nothingness.

“Hey,” Xiao’s voice rings out from behind you.

As scripted, you ignore him and continue looking ahead as if his presence is insignificant. The grass rustles as he sits down beside you, and in the edges of your vision, you can see him directing his gaze towards you.

“Are you alright?” he asks you.

“I’m fine,” you say, trying your best to emulate a tone that conveys nothing but the utmost irritation.

To your surprise, Xiao flinches slightly. That isn’t part of the script.

“What’s wrong? Did I do something to upset you?” he sounds like he’s on the verge of tears as he questions you.

You shake your head. “I said I’m fine.”

Both you and Xiao allow silence fill the atmosphere for a few moments, adding to the dramatic effect of the scene, before speaking again.

“I don’t believe you,” Xiao says, leaning closer to you to examine your expression.

Somehow, you’re able to remain calm despite the fact that the boy who makes you feel a plethora of emotions as numerous as the stars overhead is so close to you. It’s going surprisingly well so far.

And perhaps that is where you jinx yourself because the events that unfold afterwards are disastrous.

“Why do you even care? I thought you didn’t like me!” you scream.

Xiao jolts, and in that moment, the fear, confusion, and utter dismay flashing across his face act as a testament to his acting skills. He’s extremely talented.

Yet again, the night goes silent before Xiao utters, “I do like you — love you, even.” His words are soft, but you’re sure that the production crew managed to pick them up, and that’s all that matters.

Your entire world stops for a moment.

“I do care about you,” Xiao reiterates, “Because I love you.”

Your mind goes blank. Why do his words feel so real?

It takes a few seconds for you to recover from your shock, but when you do, your voice comes out softer than ever.

“I love you too.”

For a few seconds, you look up to meet Xiao’s gaze, losing yourself in the sunkissed dandelion hues of his irises. He smiles at you, and you smile back. His gaze shifts down to your lips.

“Is it okay if I…?” he trails off, and in addition, you swear that you can feel heat radiating off his cheeks. Is he too shy to finish the sentence?

That seems to be the case because for a split second, all he can do is stare at your lips as though he’s frozen in place. You decide to take matters into your own hands and play it off as intentional.

“Yes,” you whisper quietly. “Kiss me.”

With that, Xiao snaps out of his trance and takes both your cheeks in his hands before inching his lips closer and closer towards yours. The fact that the director hasn’t stopped you yet spurs you on because it means that this take is still salvageable.

Time seems to move in slow motion as the distance between you and Xiao closes. But although it feels like it takes forever, it’s only seconds before your lips meet Xiao’s in a gentle kiss that sends butterflies racing through the pit of your stomach.

The warmth of his skin on yours accelerates the beating of your heart, making you feel almost dizzy as the world around you seems to melt into a jumble of nothingness. All that matters at the moment is the two of you.

But unfortunately, you still have a role to play, so after a few moments of absolute bliss, you pull away from Xiao in order to continue on. However, when you do, you see that under the beams of artificial light that spill from around the set, his face is dusted pink.

“How was it?” you ask, grinning at Xiao. You hope and pray to the archons that he won’t mess anything up.

“I — uhm…” Xiao tries to speak, but all that comes out is a stutter. A stunned silence is all that follows. This is bad.

“Cut!” the director yells, breaking through the tranquility of night. “Xiao, what do you have to say for yourself?”

“Sorry,” Xiao mutters, looking down to conceal the last of the blush on his face.

The director sighs. “You know what this means, right? We’ll have to reshoot that scene, and yes, that means you’ll have to kiss [name] again. Can you handle that?”

You feel Xiao tense up slightly, but to your surprise, he looks up at the director and speaks. “I have no objections. I’ll kiss them as many times as it takes to finish this.” He says the words so eagerly. If you didn’t know any better, you’d have thought that he wanted to kiss you more.

Needless to say, the night ends with countless kisses, each one sweeter than the last as exhaustion melts away the ice caging your hearts. And once and for all, your chemistry onscreen becomes undeniably perfect.

Thank you for reading! If you enjoyed this, please consider commenting or reblogging! It helps a lot.

[grandlinedreams]

|| inspired by the fact that's one of my favorite tropes, I present to you: kisses in the rain, featuring: Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, Ace [pt.1! Pt.2 will include Sabo, Law, Kid & Mihawk]

Luffy ㅡ It's unexpected, the abrupt switch from bright and sunny to torrential downpour as Luffy grabs your hand and tugs you with him, loud laughter making you join in as you bolt down the path back to the Sunny.

"Come on," Luffy urges and your yelp is half of amusement and surprise as you lose a shoe ㅡ unsurprising, they're not made for the sticky muck the ground has turned into.

"Luffy, my shoe!" You protest, tugging at his hand to make him stop so you can pick up the lost piece of footwear. Bright grin undimmed, he opts to simply pick you up, earning another yelp.

"There," he says, laughter still clear in his voice as he resumes running. It doesn't take long to be back on the deck of the Sunny, and he sets you down on your feet. "Man, that was fun!"

"It was," you agree, eyeing him and the way rain still pelts the brim of his hat before you lean to steal a soft peck. Luffy looks a little bewildered but nevertheless pleased.

"What was that for?"

"Nothing, I just love you." Both of you should undoubtedly change clothes, but the way Luffy lights up at your words is worth it.

"I love you too!"

ㅡ

Zoro ㅡ If he hears Nami's warnings about heading directly towards brewing storm clouds, it clearly slips Zoro's mind in favor of a nap in one of his usual spots. And as such, the rumble of impending rain doesn't wake the swordsman.

One drop hits his face. Two, three, four ㅡ and his eye(s) flutter when nothing else hits his face. Was that it? Not much of a storm ㅡ but soft laughter has him waking further to stare up at you. "What are you doing?"

"Making sure you can sleep," you say, "if you insist on being outside in the middle of a rainstorm."

"It isn't that bad." He'll complain later when his clothes are soaked, but for now? He's comfortable. "You'll get wet too, you know."

"I know." You shrug. "Worth it, if it's with you."

"Idiot," Zoro chastises, but it's fond and affectionate, accompanied by the lift of a hand to cup the back of your head and coax you down for a kiss. The awkward angle makes you giggle, and he grins at the sound of it.

ㅡ

Sanji ㅡ "Regretting grocery shopping with me now?" Standing beneath the overhang of the shop behind the two of you, Sanji turns to look at you, and you shake your head.

"Nope. I make a habit not to regret anything, especially if it's with you." Sanji stares, the lightest dusting of pink on his cheeks at your genuine words.

You hold a hand out, humming as water pelts your skin. "It's not so bad, I think we can make it back."

"You sure?"

You turn towards him. "A little rain never hurt anyone, Sanji."

He steps out from the overhang after you, watches as you hum and spin, arms spread out. "Like it that much?"

"I do," you answer, head tipped back and uncaring of the rain that soaks into your hair, plastering it to your face. "You don't like the rain?"

Sanji blinks, then shrugs. "I don't hate it," he says, and you crow hop towards him, reaching to cup his face before he can react.

Your lips are soft on his, a little cold and a little wet ㅡ but he still stares dazedly at you when you pull away. "And now?"

A slow smile curls his lips. "I'm being persuaded to like it more."

ㅡ

Ace ㅡ "Get back here you littleㅡ"

"Sticks and stones, Ace! Sticks and stones!" You call back, breathless with laughter even as the rain seems to come down even faster. "Don't tell me you're afraid of regular water too!"

"I'm not afraid of either one, but you're gonna get sick!" Ace gives chase despite his initial reluctance, enticed by the bright gleam of your eyes and childish grin on your face.

"So? Small price to pay to live today!" Ace nears you and then overtakes you, making you shriek as he staggers to a stop and brings you with him, arms locked around you. Steam curls off him like a wispy haze, his body heat seeping through your clothes and making you shiver.

"Love you," you murmur into the tangle of his arms around your shoulders, and he squeezes you in response.

"Love you too," he answers, letting up just enough to let you turn to face him before he kisses you. Slow and sweet, uncaring for the fact the two of you are drenched to the bone ㅡ that doesn't matter. All that matters is that you're here, and so is he.

[bird-in-the-space]

Bayverse Version

A drive back home becomes a deadly disaster as the Decepticons attack and come after you and Emily. In the heat of a moment, you give your life to save Emily. The Allspark fragment in your necklace activates and brings you back from the dead.

(Author note: I've been checking Bayverse stuff and had an idea, so I decided to make a Bayverse version of how reader became a transformer.)

Warnings: the Decepticons being a warning themself, the car getting tossed off a bridge, falling, being inside a spinning car, description of injuries, death of a character (you), angst, violence, coming back to life, and losing consciousness.

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Watching the passing blurs of buildings and people, you leaned against the window while Emily drove through the busy street. The sounds of rain echo outside, hitting the roof of your friend’s car and causing beads of water to run down the car window. Your mind was pretty absent. You two were just returning from a graduation party and Emily wanted to drive you home in her new car. Not having the heart to refuse her, you accepted her offer and enjoyed the peaceful silence in the car. 

Usually, you would rather walk and stay away from the busy roads. You didn’t often trust people behind the wheel. However, you had enough trust in Emily to drive you both safely home. She wasn’t an idiot like most people you knew who had a car. 

“A busy night today,” Emily broke the silence. 

You hummed in agreement. There were more cars and people than usual. Maybe something special was happening. 

“You know, you could spend the night at my place tonight,” Emily said as the wipers on her windshield cleaned away the rainwater. 

“It would save a lot of trouble,” she added. 

“I would, but I promised my dad I would be home tonight,” you replied. “He had been more protective and antsy lately,” you said, thinking about him and his insistence for you to come home right after the party. 

“He’s just worried, and maybe he wants to hold onto you a bit longer. You are now eighteen. You are no longer his little girl,” Emily teased with an affectionate grin. 

You released a chuckle but then thought about his worry. “I don’t think it's that. He had been more skeptical about letting me and mom be on the road. It’s like he’s expecting us to suddenly die in a car crash or something,” you explained with a frown. 

“Well, road incidents have been on the rise lately. I think that’s a good reason to be worried about your family,” Emily said. 

“I don’t know. Even Mr. Lennox told us to be careful when we left,” you mentioned your neighbor, who worked in the military with your father. The two were good friends and you sometimes helped Mrs. Lennox with their newborn daughter. 

You touched the stone in your necklace, feeling the strange carvings on its smoothened surface. You glanced at it when you felt the familiar small vibrations coming from it. The stone was actually made from cold metal and released odd tingles when you touched it with your fingers. It was weird, but oddly soothing. 

Emily had a similar necklace. It was a gift from her dad after he found the strange piece of metal in his stuff and decided to make two necklaces from it. She gifted the other to you as a graduation gift and as a token of your friendship. 

It was cheesy, but you didn’t dare to reject her gift. 

“Maybe it’s the rumored alien robots,” Emily grinned. 

“The ones that attacked New York City?” you questioned. 

“Yeah,” 

“Come on, Em. That’s a bit much,” you groaned. 

“Oh, come on, you don’t still believe it? Even if it wasn’t the robots, something did attack,” she exclaimed. 

“Could have been terrorists, and maybe the government did not want people to panic by telling them that there are ‘alien’ robots,” you said skeptically. “Remember that my dad and Mr. Lennox were there, and they said nothing about alien robots,” you added. 

“But that would be so interesting though,” Emily said, causing you to roll your eyes. 

“Like the idea of the aliens being giant robots, that would break the usual stereotype of them being these little green men,” she stated. 

You then frowned when you two arrived at an intersection with a huge line of cars and military vehicles. The soldiers were guiding the cars toward a different road, away from the center of the city. 

“What is going on?” Emily questioned as you followed the evacuation line. 

You tried to think of possible reasons. It was clear the soldiers were trying to evacuate or keep the people away from something. Was there a danger? Was there an incoming terrorist attack? A bomb threat? 

When Emily drove closer to the soldiers, you saw a familiar face among them. You push down the window button to pull down the window. 

“Mr. Lennox!” you yelled to your neighbor. 

Mr. Lennox turned toward you.

He said something to his men before running toward you and Emily. 

“You girls need to get out of here,” he said. 

“What’s going on?” Emily asked. 

“I can’t tell you right now. All I can say is that dangerous people are hiding in the city right now. Drive to the east bridge where you will be safe. We will handle this soon enough,” he explained, then glanced at Emily’s necklace, or in better words, the stone in her necklace. He had a frown on his face when he saw it.  

“Okay, stay safe,” Emily said as she drove through the line, to the street where all the other cars went. 

You felt weirded out by his look. What was so special about Emily’s necklace that got him frowning like that? Did he know something about the stone? 

“I hope those dangerous people get found soon,” Emily stated. 

“I hope so too…” you uttered, unaware of the real danger. 

While letting the other soldiers evacuate civilian cars from danger, Lennox stood with his men as they received a radio message. 

“Alright, the east of the city has been secured. What are we looking for?” he asked through the radio. 

“There are three active Decepticon signals in the city. We suspect the cons are after the possible Allspark fragments when we picked up their radiation readings there some time ago,” the operator answered. 

“Any hint where we might find those Allspark fragments?” Lennox asked. 

“Hold on…” the operator said and he heard the clicking of computers. “That’s strange,” 

“What? What’s strange?” Lennox asked. 

“Those fragments appeared again and it seems you passed them moments ago. They are headed toward the east bridge,” they explained.

Lennox felt his blood run cold. His memory returned to you and your friend, and the necklace around her neck. He first thought it was just a stone that looked similar to the Allspark fragments, but it was the fragment itself. He then remembers you wearing the same one. 

“We need to go quickly to the east bridge. I know where those fragments are!” he exclaimed. 

You were waiting in the car as the line on the bridge was not progressing anywhere. The sounds of angry people yelling and car horns mixed in the air, causing you to have a mild headache. You released a groan, feeling the stone between your fingers again. You thought people would be more focused on getting out of the military’s way since there was an actual danger, but this was going nowhere. 

Emily was eating some Pop-Tarts she had in her car. You two had been waiting for a fair thirty minutes, moving nowhere. 

You released another exaggerated breath, slumping against the car seat. You were usually very patient, but this time, you wanted nothing more than to get to your house and sleep on your bed. 

Emily looked at you and then extended the Pop-Tarts box to you. “Pop-Tarts?” she asked. 

“Yeah…” you grabbed one Pop-Tart from the box. 

You then felt the car shake and heard a distant sound. 

“Wow, what was that?” Emily asked when you felt another shake. 

You then felt the stone in your necklace vibrate and release a strange high-pitched sound. Looking down, you saw the markings on the stone glow with blue light. 

“Hey… I’m not imagining this right?” you pointed at your necklace. 

“No…” Emily said as her necklace was doing the same thing. 

You looked at each other with confusion. There was then what sounded like an explosion, causing the car to shake and the stones to vibrate even more. It was like they were sensing something big coming toward you. 

You then saw what looked like a flaming ball coming toward you. 

“What is that?” you asked. 

A flaming car then landed right in front of you, crushing the car below it. You both jumped back against your seats. 

“Oh, fuck!” you yelled as you both stared at the flaming car in shock and horror. Your mind began screaming with questions and what the hell just happened. 

What the fuck?! 

You then saw people running on the road, screaming in terror. They were running back toward the way you came from and you then heard what could only be described as a roar. 

“Emily! Don’t!” you said, when she opened the door and stepped out for a moment. 

Emily stood up to see what the people were running from. She then saw what seemed to be a giant robot, roaring and destroying the cars on its path. She quickly jumped back in when the robot approached her and you.

“Get down!” she threw herself over your body. You screamed when you saw the giant and when it struck its clawed giant arm against Emily’s car. 

The force of the hit ripped open the driver’s side and it was enough to send the whole car over the bridge’s guard rail, plummeting toward the hill below. 

You and Emily screamed as the whole car rolled over the hill. You held her tightly so she would not be thrown out from the momentum. You also covered her as best as you could from the hits the tumbling caused. 

The car then rolled back on its wheels, crashing into another railing. It stopped the car from crashing into the warehouses below, but now you were hanging from the hill’s edge. 

“What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck?” you repeated. Your hands and face were cold from the fear and shock. You still held onto Emily with a shaking grip. Bruises littered across your skin and blood was running from the side of your head after hitting it against the cracked car window. 

“(Name)! We need to get out of this car!” Emily exclaimed, holding onto your face and making you look at her in the eyes. 

Panic was still causing you to shake and nearly go into hysteria, but you managed to get back to your senses when you saw a large shard impeded on her leg. 

“Em… You're hurt,” you pointed at the shard. 

“Don’t worry about it now. We need to get to safety first, okay?” she asked. 

“Okay,” you shakingly nodded. 

Emily groaned as she pulled herself back into the driver’s seat. The shard on her leg was a bad one and her jeans were drenched in her blood. You were not able to stop looking at it and imagine how much pain she was in right now. 

“Come on. Take off your seatbelt! “ she said, snapping you back to reality and attempting to free yourself from the seatbelt.

After you freed yourself, you noticed your necklace lying across the dashboard. You grabbed it but after you took it, it started glowing again. You then froze what you saw in front of you. 

“Em….” you quivered in fear when you saw another one of those robots, standing in front of the car, staring down at you with glowing red eyes.  

You and Emily sat frozen against your seats like one wrong move would tip the robot off. But then you noticed its eyes on your necklace. 

Shakingly, you moved your necklace slightly to the left and the robot’s eyes followed. You did the same to the right and its eyes did not falter. It became clear to you. That thing was after your necklace. 

“Oh, shit!” you exclaimed. 

“(Name)!” Emily yelled when the robot pulled back its arm, intending to punch the car. 

At that moment, you did not think about anything else but Emily. You pushed her out of the car, right when the robot’s fist collided with her vehicle and you in it. Time went slowly for Emily, and the last thing she saw was your fearful look before you were crushed under the giant’s fist. 

The hit caused the car to tumble over the edge, and fall to the ground below. Emily yelled when she rolled down the hill and fell as well. She groaned painfully from the landing and the sharp pain in her leg. She then watched as her car slammed against the ground, falling over in its back. 

Emily tried to see any sign of life as you were still in the car, but the only thing she saw was your hand lying lifelessly through the broken car window. There was blood everywhere. It did not take long for the tears to fall from her eyes and her body gasping to progress what had happened. 

You were dead. 

YOU WERE DEAD!

She did not want to believe it, but there you were, lifelessly lying inside what was left of her car.

She started gasping while sobbing her eyes out, unable to think or even acknowledge the giant that stood before the destruction it caused. 

“Fire!” Lennox yelled. 

His men and the other soldiers shot at the Decepticon while he quickly ran over to Emily, who was too devastated to acknowledge what was happening. 

“Emily! Where is (Name)?” he asked, shaking her shoulder. 

Emily shakingly pointed at you and her car. Lennox glanced and then mournfully shook his head after realizing he was too late to find you both. 

“We gotta go,” he helped Emily up. 

“No… please…” she pointed toward you. 

“There’s nothing we can do for her. We need to get you somewhere safe. Come on!” he said, helping Emily move while she was sobbing. 

“(Name)!” she yelled one last time. 

The Decepticon roared and shot missiles at the soldiers. They yelled as they either got hit or jumped out of the way. 

“Where is Optimus?!” Lennox yelled through the radio while the Decepticon’s attention was pulled on them. 

The sounds of gunfire and screaming echoed in the air. Your lifeless body lay mangled inside the destroyed car. Your necklace lay beside your chest in the pool of your blood, its carvings glowing with blue light.

Your darkened consciousness flickered between the memories of your life, from your childhood to your current time, changing between happy and sad moments. They involved the struggles of your family life and the happy moments with Emily. You then heard strange sounds, like someone talking. Unfamiliar carvings appeared within your memories and the strange voices continued speaking in its strange language. You could only make out a few words. 

“Great evil…”

“A new life…”

You felt pulsing within your head as your vision turned red causing you to feel incredible anger and pain, but when more of those carvings and what seemed to be lines of coding appeared, your vision turned blue and you felt a sensation that felt warm, and banished the pain. 

"To find Energon..."

You then saw memories or visions that had never happened, depicting robots, destruction, and what seemed to be a metallic planet in the Earth’s atmosphere. 

“Worthy…”

The film of visions suddenly went backwards, and you were brought back to the moment you pushed Emily out of harm’s way, giving your life for hers. 

You felt something strange. It was like your whole existence suddenly pulled itself into a singular point, turning into what you could describe as a spark. 

It all then went dark and you heard a voice. 

“It’s time to wake up, little one”

Lennox and the soldiers continued shooting the Decepticon. Emily then noticed a bright light emanating from her car and witnessed it transforming into another robot. 

“Mr. Lennox!” she pointed at the new robot. 

“Shit! “Stay cautious men! A new con emerges!” he uttered.

The Decepticon shot at them, causing them to disperse for a moment. It then turned its attention to Emily. 

“Lennox!” she yelled fearfully. 

The new robot turned its attention to them when it heard her scream. Lennox quickly stood in front of Emily as the con intended to grab her. But then, the new robot tackled the larger con to the ground. 

 Lennox pushed Emily away as the new transformer attacked the con in the head, ripping its face. 

The con cursed in its tongue, trying to shake off the newcomer from its face. It then tried to use its guns, but the smaller bot evaded the bullets, clinging to its back. The bot then screamed angrily and ripped the con’s arm from its shoulders. The con roared in pain, grabbing the bot and tossing it hard against the pillar of the bridge. The new robot shrieked in pain from the hit before dropping to the ground. 

The Decepticon intended to shoot it, but then something shot the con in the back. Emily and Lennox then watched as three Autobots arrived, shooting the con.  

Emily was frightened. “It’s okay. It’s okay. They’re friends,” Lennox assured as the Autobots took down the con. She then focused on the robot that used to be her car. 

The robot leaned against the pillar, bleeding something blue from its side. Emily watched the robot as it whined in pain. Her heart twisted painfully from those sounds. For some reason, she did not feel threatened as she got closer to it. There was also something familiar about the robot. 

The robot then looked at her. Its eyes were blue instead of red and filled with what she could describe as fear. 

“Emily, don’t get closer,” Lennox commanded. 

“E... Emily,” the robot uttered in a voice that caused Emily’s blood to run cold. She stared at the robot in shock and now realized why there was something familiar about it. It was you. 

“(Name)? Is that you?” she exclaimed. 

“Yeah…. It’s me,” you nodded. “What happened?” you asked, your voice cracking as you looked at your metallic hand and the blue blood that dressed it. 

“I don’t know… you died,” she said with tears in her eyes. 

“I… died?” you questioned, then suddenly you felt incredibly dizzy. Your mind returned to what happened and it was enough to cause you to shut down. You slammed against the ground, losing your consciousness, and the last thing you heard was Emily pleading for Lennox to help you. 

"HQ. We have a situation"

"What kind of situation?"

"A... civilian turned transformer kind of situation"

[yxtubers]

𝐦𝐢𝐱𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐬

chris sturniolo x reader (angst/fluff)

summary: chris says something that makes the reader doubt their growing relationship

warnings/notes: chris kind of being an idiot for like a second, profanity, corny confession, happy ending, not proof read😭

requested?: yes! ↴

- can you do a Chris fic where he confesses his feelings in the rain and they kiss? Ik it’s corny but I think I’d be cute lol

- could i maybe ask for an angsty chris x reader with “A showing up at B’s doorstep, soaking from the rain” and “you’re shaking” from your prompt list?

- can I request the action prompt 20 with chris? “A showing up at B’s doorstep, soaking from the rain”

> > >

“Dude no way. I would never date her.”

The words rang through your head continuously.

Never.

He would never date you. Not “oh we’re just friends” or “I don’t like her like that” - no. He could never even imagine being with you.

The words struck you like a baseball bat to the head, and your face fell. Sure you knew there was a chance that he didn’t reciprocate your feelings, but you never thought it would ever be confirmed so bluntly - much less while recording a car video with the triplets.

While filming the Q+A, somebody had sent in a question asking about you and Chris’ relationship. Chris shut it down really fast, and really harshly.

“Jesus dude, relax,” Matt laughed beside him.

“It’s true, right Y/N?” asked Chris as he turned his head to look at you in the back seat.

You swallowed, although it was incredibly difficult with how dry your throat had become. You didn’t even know if you would be able to speak right now.

“Mhm,” you said, nodding your head.

If Chris noticed your discomfort, he mentioned nothing about it, turning back to the camera and changing the topic as quick as it came.

“I would never date her.”

It kept playing over and over in your head on the drive home. You were supposed to be going to their house for a sleepover, but you had decided that you didn’t feel well and asked Matt to drive you home. Nick made a mental note of your body language, pulling out his phone and texting you immediately.

- - -

nick:

“why the sudden change? you okay?”

you:

“i just feel sick”

- - -

And that was that. He decided to not press any further as he sat in silence the whole car ride.

You let the conversation flow right over your head; you didn’t need to make matters worse by letting your emotions get the best of you. It was best to just not contribute - if you did, they would notice how little interest you had in even being there.

Taking off your seatbelt, you thanked Matt for dropping you off. Nick hugged you swiftly, squeezing you before letting you hop out of the car.

You said goodbye to Matt, you said goodbye to Nick, yet when Chris bid you a good night you simply ignored him and closed the door.

You didn’t want to deal with him right now.

For the past few weeks Chris had been more affectionate than usual. He’d text you good morning, constantly send you videos of him and his brothers, he’d face-time you, compliment you. One night he had even walked you home from a party that you had been to together, hugging you before watching you safely return to your house.

At the time you thought there might have been something there. Not anymore.

You remembered what he said to you that night he walked you home. There was even a moment where you thought he might kiss you, but he didn’t.

He simply stood there in silence, staring at you under the moonlight.

“You looked beautiful tonight.”

But now you just felt stupid for believing it could have been something more. It was just Chris being Chris - of course he didn’t like you that way.

You were aware of his commitment problems, but you never thought he would play you like that.

Maybe it was your fault for jumping to conclusions. He was probably just being nice. After all, you had been friends for a long time; affection was nothing to new to you both.

Sighing, you flopped down onto your bed before begrudgingly plugging your phone in.

Not even scrolling on your phone could cheer you up. Plus you weren’t in the mood to answer Nick’s increasing messages asking you about what happened tonight.

However, you inevitably had to. Your phone had been blowing up with notifications ever since you had walked into your room.

- - -

nick:

“talk to me. is it what chris said?”

- - -

You sighed. You could never hide from Nick, he pretty much knew you inside and out. He could read you like a book - and he also knew about your massive crush on his brother.

- - -

you:

“i guess”

nick:

“you know he didn’t mean it”

you:

“well he said it. it doesn’t matter i just wanna sleep”

nick:

“you know how he is. he was just saying it for the camera”

you:

“yeah well it still hurt.”

“thanks for texting, but i’m really tired tbh”

- - -

Locking your phone, you set it on your nightstand. You just felt like a complete idiot right now. And you were embarrassed. He had said it not only in front of both of your best friends (and his brothers), but to literally the entire audience that were about to watch the video.

You contemplated asking Nick to cut it out of the video completely.

Changing into your sleeping clothes, you climbed into bed. No matter how much you rolled around and switched positions, nothing could get you to fall asleep.

Just as you got into a comfortable spot, your phone started ringing.

“Can I not have one moment of peace?” You thought as you grabbed it off your nightstand to check the caller ID.

Of course it was the one person you didn’t want to speak to.

Chris.

Clicking on the decline button, you laid back down rather harshly onto the bed, springs squeaking under the sudden weight.

What could he possibly want right now? To rub into your face just how much he didn’t want to date you? How he constantly made you believe that he had somewhat of an interest in you just to rip it all away in less than 10 words?

You groaned into your pillow as you slapped it onto your face. Why did feelings have to be so complicated?

Your phone rang again so you reached your hand over and declined. Again. Upon the third time that it rang you decided to bite the bullet and answer.

“What do you want, Chris?”

You could hear wind blowing in the background, and the shuffle of shoes. Chris’ teeth chattered slightly over the receiver.

“Can you please open the door? I’m freezing,” he said, his breath shaky as he breathed out.

Fuck. Now you actually had no choice but to talk to him.

Making your way downstairs, you took a deep breath before reaching the door. You weren’t sure what you were expecting, but it was not a soaking wet Chris shivering on your doorstep.

“Oh my god. Chris, you’re shaking!” you said, trying to usher him inside.

Sure you were upset but you didn’t want him to get frostbite. Chris backed away from the door, resisting your encouragement for him to come in.

“No, just listen. Please,” he pleaded.

You eyed him up, noticing his wet shirt sticking to his skin, his hair flat and straight on his head, dripping down onto his face. Did he walk? Was this kid insane?

“How did you get here - actually I dont wanna know. Just come in please,” you said, holding out your hand.

Chris shook his head.

“No. Just hear me out.”

You rubbed at your face, sighing. If he wasn’t coming inside then you would just have to meet him halfway. Grabbing a pair of shoes, you slipped them on and closed the door behind you as you joined him in the rain.

He was about to protest but once he saw your silent glare he closed his mouth. He was in no position to scold you right now.

Crossing your arms across your chest, you stared at him.

“I’m listening.”

Chris stuttered a bit, trying to find the right words. He ran a hand through his soaked hair, his breath pluming in the cold air as he sighed.

“I’m sorry,” he started, eyes meeting up to look at you.

“I shouldn’t have said that. I didn’t mean it I just - I got freaked out that people were noticing stuff and I- I don’t know. I guess I was scared.”

You looked away from him as you tried to collect your thoughts. You understood where he was coming from, but that didn’t ease your pain any less. The doubt that had clouded your mind since those words left his mouth was something you couldn’t get rid of.

“I thought we had something going,” you said shyly. You felt so silly saying it, but it was true.

Your eyes were trained on the tips of your shoes, too ashamed to look at him.

“We did. We do,” he corrected, “I just don’t want people attacking you for being with me. I’ve seen the way some people act online and I would hate myself if I ever put you through that.”

“You know I don’t care about that,” you said as you looked up.

Chris stepped forward, his hands clasping yours. His breath created clouds of white around you, his shivering hands squeezing you with every inch of strength he had.

“But I do. I can’t watch you get hurt.”

You shook your head at him, closing your eyes for a moment as you let the rain fall atop your face.

“As soon as I saw your face I knew I messed up. I know I can’t undo it, but I want to make it up to you - because I really, really like you,” he said, his brows furrowing as he stared into your eyes.

“I meant everything I’ve said for these past few weeks. You’re not just a friend to me; and I tried showing you that, but I guess I just fucked it up today,” he continued.

Your hand left his to cup his cheek.

Hearing him explain himself made you feel sort of guilty. You knew he had trouble with commitment, and you knew how much he was afraid of being public with his relationships. However, you were glad he was here to reassure you now.

“You didn’t fuck anything up, Chris. I know why you said it - I just wish you would’ve talked to me before. If you don’t want people knowing that’s okay, but I want us to be open with each other, yeah?”

He nodded, eyes closing as he leaned his head into your hand.

“I’m sorry,” he said again, voice breaking.

You rubbed your thumb across his cheek. “It’s okay,” you whispered.

His blue eyes opened once more, but this time they were on your lips instead. Breath uneven, he let the air out of his lungs shakily.

“I really want to kiss you,” he said.

At this point you didn’t even feel the icy raindrops on your skin. His body heat radiated off of him as he stepped closer to you, his palm resting atop the hand that was cupping his face.

“What’s stopping you?”

That was all it took for him to finally close the gap between you. His hair dripped water along your cheeks, falling into your shirt and causing you to shiver. But you didn’t care. All you cared about was Chris, and the way his lips moved in-sync with yours.

Pulling away, he rested his head on your forehead.

His hands were on your lower back, hugging you close to him. Even so, it didn’t help him with the cold that was running through his veins.

“Let’s get you inside,” you said upon noticing his frozen state.

Chris let you guide him by the hand, letting you pull him upstairs as you brought him to the bathroom to get him a change of clothes and a towel. He was grateful for the warmth, but he left your side hesitantly, wanting to still be close to you.

“I’ll still be here when you’re done,” you said as you peeled him away from your waist before closing the bathroom door to let him do his thing.

You couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face as you walked back to your room, not a care in the world.

You couldn’t even find it in yourself to be annoyed that you had gotten your entire carpet and hallway wet with puddles of water.

All that mattered was that you had Chris, and he had you.

- - -

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[star-writes-sometimes]

nothing

c.w. - drug use (marijuana), implied fem reader, fluff, idiots in love, pining

a/n - this is just two short blurbs inspired by the song 'nothing' by bruno majors, this is the same remus and r as the look after each other verse (if you wanna check them out look here)

—

remus was wearing grey sweatpants and a faded graphic tshirt. you were wearing a star wars hoodie and fluffy pyjama shorts. 

you both had mugs full of red wine on the coffee table in front of you. your mug was an care bears mug and remus had a jurassic park one.

the end credits of scooby doo were rolling on the screen. matching pairs of worn doc martens were in a pile by the door and phones were discarded face down on the table.

remus stretched lazily, causing his shirt to ride up and you to get a lovely view of his pretty happy trail disappearing behind his low hanging sweatpants, “wanna play a game now, bunny,” he asked with a slight yawn.

“only if you’re ready to lose,” you said with a cheeky smile.

remus set up mario kart and sat next you on the couch. you sat criss cross applesauce, you socked foot and bare knee touching his leg. he handed you your controller, one half pastel pink and the other half pastel yellow. his were pastel purple and pastel green.

you loaded up the game, you were always player one. you selected your usual character and kart combo, while remus selected his usual character, dry bones.

you played the egg cup, you came first on every course. you were laser focused, leaning towards the screen, the controller clutched tightly in your grip.

you never noticed the way remus would stare at you with an affectionate smile, adoring your concentrated expression. 

whenever he played against james or sirius he effortlessly beat them everytime, rejoicing in watching them lose, he usually hated losing but he didn’t mind it so much when he got to watch you win.

it was worth it to see you smile.

—

one of remus’ favourite spots to sit was on his fire escape. he had his set up like a proper stoner with an ash trays and pillows to rest on. on those rare nights without rain you would usually find him out there, the window open as some old music pours out from inside.

and more often than not you would join him.

you'd sit shoulder to shoulder, gazing at the stars and humming along to the music, chattering aimlessly.

“do you think aliens are real?” you asked softly.

“more than likely, but i don't think we'll ever have confirmation,” remus replied.

you'd hum softly and bring the pink bong up to your lips for another hit. as you exhale the smoke your eyes flutter shut and you would lean your head back.

“i think you might be an alien,” you would say sweetly, not taking your eyes off the stars.

remus raised his eyebrows, “oh yeah? whys that bunny?”

you giggled softly, the green coursing through your veins made your thoughts slower and heavier, “because you're like, so perfect for me.”

remus chuckled, “that makes me an alien?”

“yeah because scooby doo, y'know?”

“i'm afraid you've lost me, love.”

“theres this scooby doo movie called alien invasion and shaggy and scooby meet this girl and her dog and they are just so perfect for them but then it turns out they're aliens and they can't be together.” you explained with a small pout, “sometimes i worry that the real reason you're so perfect for me is cause you're an alien about to leave me.”

remus smiled affectionately and wrapped his arm around your shoulder, gently moving you to rest on his chest, “you got nothin’ to worry about sweet girl, i promise i’m not an alien,” he kissed the crown of your head gently, “and even if i was, i wouldn't want to leave you.”

you hummed and put down the bong, intertwining your fingers with his, “you promise you'd tell me if you were an alien?”

“pinky promise, bunny,” he brought your linked hands up to kiss softly.

you stared at the stars together silently for a few beats, the only sounds being the traffic below and the bowie record playing inside.

“have i told you lately i’m grateful you're mine?” remus whispered softly.

you blushed and giggled, “shut up,” you said playfully, trying to ignore the butterflies in your stomach.

—

[belle--ofthebrawl]

Aether and Rain are disgustingly affectionate but they don't make it anyone else's problem. Because Rain would rather die than have others know they're like this.

Under the cut: Stupid couple baby talk the morning after a heat. Rain's graphic memories but it isn't mixed with the baby talk. Not intended to be age regression. Just them being doofuses.

Rain wakes up with a deep, content peace and knows his heat is over.

Aether had played his role as stud well. He’d wrestled Rain into submission without any of his damn quintessence powers, forcing him to submit with sheer strength alone. Didn't even let up so Rain could strip naked, only pierced the fabric of his shorts with a claw and tore a neat line down the seam, exposing his hole, already dripping for Aether's cock.  He’d pinned Rain's knees between his own, had Rain’s hands trapped in one of his own while the other scraped his claws across Rain's scalp. Palm tight to his skull before his fingers curled and Aether dragged Rain into a severe arch with his grip on his hair as he bullied his way inside, giving Rain the whole slide of his cock at once. Rain had sobbed, genuinely sobbed when the blunt head pushed up against the entrance to his brood chamber, sensitive and desperate to take in all the cum Aether had waiting for Rain in the heavy balls that slapped his thighs with every brutal thrust.

The rest of his memories were static, only flashes surfacing if Rain concentrates; he’d begged until his voice was hoarse, Aether grinding his face into the pillow to get him to shut up so he could focus. A firm grip on his hips that surely left bruises.  Orgasm after orgasm until he was jelly underneath the cruel beast still driving his hips mercilessly into Rain. Finally being let go so he could wiggle away, gasping and panting only for Aether to drag him back on his cock so he could cum inside with a deep, possessive snarl. 

All that seems so distant now, with Aether next to him deep in slumber. Still large, still a force to be reckoned with but his expression is peaceful and he's drooling on Rain's silk pillowcase. He studies the other ghoul, counting the faint freckles on his nose and forehead. The wrinkles at the corner of his eyes, eyes that had seemed to paralyze Rain with their intensity as he struggled. Out of curiosity, he reaches back and thumbs an eyelid up to expose the white and a half-moon of iris where it's rolled up in Aether's skull. He lets the delicate skin slide back into place, satisfied and deeply amused.

It's the kiss that wakes him, like Sleeping Beauty, when Rain presses his cool lips to Aether's forehead. He snuffles and closes his mouth, blinking open his bleary and unfocused eyes as Rain watches him.

“Want to get breakfast?” Rain asks. He has no idea what time it is but he doesn't want to be alone yet, this last phase of his heat still stubbornly clinging to him.

“Wanna stay here…” Aether slurs, words blending together in his exhaustion. “Wi’ m’Rainy baby…"

“Big guy still shweepy?” Rain can't help himself. Something about Aether being so cheesy like this does things that kill all his braincells and turns him into some cooing idiot.

“So shweepy…” Aether sighs, burrowing into the pillow. “...shweepiest big guy ever.”

“Aww…” Rain murmurs and throws an arm over Aether's shoulder, scratching the back of his neck as he plants a kiss on the tip of his nose. “My poor big guy.”

Aether starts to rumble in pleasure as Rain scratches him, leg shaking under the blanket like a dog’s. Rain moves to kiss him on the mouth and Aether pants into it, groaning in delight and pulling Rain in close.

“My big guy like that?” Rain asks, when Aether turns away from the kiss to breath.  He pets softly over the nape of his neck, brushes his lips over Aether's cheek. “Huh? My big guys like his scratches?”

“Yeah,” Aether says with a chuckle as he stretches. “Yeah, your big guy likes his scratches.”

“Oh, big stretch.” Rain says in the same dopey tone as Aether groans and moves, popping several joints as he does. “Big stretch.”

“Big stretch.” Aether echoes, and flops back down. “Fuck, babe. ‘m starving. You want snackies?”

“Always down for snackies.” Rain replies.  “Little snackies? Big snackies?”

“Big snackies for your big guy.”

“Biiig snackies for my biiig guy.”

If any of the others overheard the both of them talking like this, Rain thinks he would kill them. And then himself. He’d never stop though. Not when it makes Aether smile like that, at their own ridiculousness. Aether squeezes him in one last bear hug before reluctantly sitting up, sheets falling away from his body. Rain bites back the next bit of idiocy to come out of his mouth but doesn't resist grabbing at Aether's now exposed belly and tickling him. Aether yelps and slaps his hand away, tries to roll off the bed but only tangles himself in the sheets and goes down just about as hard as Rain did last night.

“Oh fuck!” Rain pushes himself up, trying to catch a glimpse of Aether on the floor. “You good?”

Aether groans.

“Owie…” he says quietly. “Rainy, baby… need kissies to make my head feel better.”

Rain pauses, then smiles despite himself.

“Kissies are on their way, big guy.” He says, and can't hide the chuckle when he hears a tired and subdued sounding yay in response.

________

“Waffles?” Rain guesses as he guides his poor, bruised quintessence ghoul down the hallway to the kitchen. Aether’s got a cooling gel eyemask clamped to his head in lieu of an actual icepack. Rain’s going to make it up to him. “Bacon? Pop tarts?”

“All of it.” Aether mutters, cracking an eye open to peek at Rain. “Please, Rainy?”

“Alright, alright.” he says fondly. “Whatever my big guy wants.”

He guides Aether (now limping for some reason, like he can't bear to do anything without Rain helping him, like Rain doesn't have a twang in his hips from Aether's dick) to the breakfast nook and gets him settled. Aether slumps over exaggeratedly, bemoaning his fate.

“You want some juice?” Rain asks. “Coffee?”

“Orange juice.” Aether whimpers, sounding truly pathetic. You’d think he was on his death bed. Rain kisses his temple and fetches the cup of juice without any complaints, even giving Aether an extra long straw to sip from in case he was simply too weary to lift up his thick skull.

“Belgian waffles, all the fixings?”

 

“Yes please.”

Contrary to popular belief, Rain can do things for himself. It's just that it's so much easier to get someone else to do it for him. But still, he's selfish. He doesn't want to share Aether with anyone yet, still feeling possessive in the lingering haze of his heat. He gets the box of pre-made out, adds the liquids and the eggs and finagles the waffle iron out of its cupboard cave, where it lives underneath Mountain’s favorite wok. He knows Aether's watching him, so he puts an extra sway in his hips and hums a little tune while he gets everything going.

“You're so pretty.” Aether says, propping his head on his elbow. Watching Rain pour the batter in and close the lid. “Why’re you so pretty, Rainy baby?”

“Sweet talker.” Rain says. “My big guy want sprinkles and frosting?”

“Big guy would love sprinkles and frosting, baby.”

The timer dings and Rain goes through the motions again until he's got a healthy stack of waffles for both of them. He sets the plate in front of Aether, nabs the frosting and sprinkles from their spots and sits down just as Swiss comes sidling in.

“Hey man.” Aether says in his normal voice and Rain bites his lower lip to hide his laugh. “Sup?”

“S’good, s’good,” Swiss says, opening the fridge to rummage through it. “Princess want waffles?”

Aether shoots Rain a glance. Rain’s too busy laughing, tears stinging his eyes as he hides his face in his hands.

“Yeah dude.” Aether said. “What Princess wants, Princess gets. You know how he is.”

“My man.” Swiss says, coming up with a monster energy drink. He passes by their table to give Aether a fistbump. “Rain, go easy on this guy, yeah? He's a softie, y’know. Needs someone to take care of him too.”

“I had no idea.” Rain says, struggling to keep his voice steady. He clears his throat. “Thanks Swiss.”

“No problem! Practice at noon, kay?” he gives them a salute and cracks the tab of his drink, licking up the foam as it spills out.

“Yup.”

“Uh-huh."

They wait until he leaves. Aether looks at Rain. Rain looks at Aether.

“Does my big guy like his waffles?” He whispers.

“Fuck yeah.” Aether says, picking up a fork and a knife to tear into his breakfast.  “Your big guy likes his waffles, Rainy baby.”

They don't even make it five seconds before bursting into laughter.

[hils79]

Hils Watches Lovely Runner - Ep 11

Had a few days off from watching anything while I attended the Up All Night asian drama convention. Ironically I talked a bit about this drama on a panel about time travel in dramas, even though I haven't actually finished it yet 😅

Anyway, now I'm ready to resume. I think I can more or less remember how the last episode ended...

What does renting an adult movie have to do with him kissing his girlfriend in public? Is that frowned upon in Korea?

Sunjae has just found out that Im Sol is from the future, and in that future he dies when he's barely into his 30s. All he is concerned about is that Im Sol's mother saw him kissing a girl on the street and might not like him now.

God, I have missed these idiots.

Sunjae doesn't know how he dies but what he does know is that there's no way it could possibly be Im Sol's fault

Oh shit I totally forgot Sunjae's dad currently thinks he's on a plane to the US. This is not going to go well when he finds out...

He is so gone for her. I love him.

Oh, yeah, he missed the audition for the band so he's no longer on the path to becoming an idol now. That means no expensive skincare products for free because looking good is your job

Oh my god all his stuff is on a plane to the US even if he isn't

Hehe! Well, at least the reveal was mostly comedic

Wait, I thought she didn't want him to become an idol to keep him safe

Oh no are we going to end up with another totally different version of the future where Sunjae isn't an idol and her brother and bestie don't end up married.

And now a bag full of condoms intended as a joke wedding gift has ended up in Sunjae's bag by mistake. I'm glad we've eased up on the angst for a bit to do some more lighthearted nonsense

Oh my god he bought them matching phone charms. He is such a loser (affectionate)

I know something terrible is going to happen soon. They're all happy and in love and there's still another 5 episodes to go. I'm glad they get this for a little bit at least.

I am getting so much secondhand embarassment from this whole scene, but also I can't stop laughing. IT'S RAINING CONDOMS 🤣

I am crying I'm laughing so hard. Two star-crossed lovers torn apart by a shower of condoms

He just went into his mind palace to figure out how the condoms got into his bag. This might be my favourite episode so far, as much as I'm enjoying all the time travel and the angst.

I love that grandma is heading up this whole intervention

Well, after that delightful little subplot we are now back to the serial killer who may or may not end up killing Sunjae

Did his dad really get him to go and update Im Sol on the case and tell her that she's in danger. THAT IS LITERALLY THE JOB OF THE POLICE NOT THE FASHION HOUSE SON OF A DETECTIVE. The cops in this really do suck even by k-drama standards.

He is honestly the most sensible character in this whole drama

Uh...you haven't even tried though? The first time he got you it's because you went outside to stop Sunjae getting rained on in the park. Take Sunjae and find a cabin in the woods or something. Or go to America with him.

Okay, dude, you need to dial that back a bit

Taesung is like 'we spent the night together we're bros now'

Aww now they're both drunk and pouring their hearts out to each other

Well if they were buddies after Taesung slept on Sunjae's couch I don't know what snuggling in the same bed like this makes them

Ooh is Sunjae going to sing at their last gig and get back on the idol path?

Ooh they caught him! Except there's still another 5 episodes to go so clearly it's not over yet

Aww there we go he's back on stage

Oh sweetie...

Yep, there we go. Of course he escaped.

But, hey, we got through a whole episode without the sad Jongho song playing even once.

[everybodyshusband]

mushy may 2024 - day 1 ; cuteness aggression

pairing(s): aether/rain tags: sleep deprivation, semi-crack, domestic fluff words: approx. 800

read under the cut or on ao3 :)

“What’cha reading, Aeth?”

Aether startles and looks up at Rain’s voice, surprised to hear anyone else’s voice in the usually abandoned library. “Oh hey, Rainy. What’re you doing in the library? It’s late.”

Rain shakes his head and smiles in affectionate disbelief. “I came to get you, idiot. It’s late,” he mimics.

“Yeah, but it’s not that la–” A glance at the watch on his wrist is enough to shut Aether up. He sets his book down and scrubs his hands over his face. “Fuck, where did the time go? I swear it was only seven about an hour ago.”

“And now it’ll be seven in about an hour,” Rain reminds him, holding out his hands ready to haul Aether to his feet. “C’mon, up you get, love. It’s way past your bedtime,” he teases.

“I can get up by myself,” Aether protests, but he still takes hold of the water ghoul’s hands and allows him to pull him and his stiff joints to his feet. He groans as his knees twinge from hours of disuse and his vision turns into static for a moment. Rain allows him a few moments to get his bearings before he’s taking the quintessence ghoul’s hand and gently guiding him back to the ghouls’ den.

“Have you eaten?” Rain asks him, pulling him around a corner and into the hidden short-cut corridor that Aether always forgets about.

He nods. “Grabbed leftovers from last night before I headed out, don’t you worry, Rainy.”

Rain hums, pleased. “Good. What’d you have?”

“Pasta.”

“Carbonara?” They’re almost at the ghoul den now. Aether really should begin to take note of all the hidden passages and shortcuts built into the Abbey’s architecture, they’ve shaved at least ten minutes off of an otherwise long and boring journey through the cold corridors.

“You know it.”

“How does Mount manage to make it so fucking well?” Rain almost takes a wrong turn, clearly preoccupied with the idea of stealing the last serving of leftover carbonara for breakfast.

“Magic?” Aether offers. He lowers his voice conspiratorially. “Maybe he’s a pasta ghoul…”

Rain stops dead in his tracks. “Aeth, darling, light of my life,” he begins. “I love you more than life itself but I think the sleep deprivation might be getting to you.”

Aether shakes his head emphatically. “Nuh uh,” he protests. “Think about it. Pasta is made from wheat and where does wheat come from?”

Rain just stares at him, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“The earth!” Aether spreads his arms out wide, his eyes widening too, shocked that Rain isn’t as affected by this newfound discovery as he is.

Rain rolls his eyes and continues to drag Aether along, grinning uncontrollably at the absurdity of his adorably sleep deprived packmate. Aether doesn’t understand it, Rain shouldn’t be smiling, he should be horrified at the secret Mountain, their ‘earth’ ghoul has been keeping from them all these years!

The two of them make their way quietly to Aether’s room, ignoring the signs and sounds of life floating from the kitchen. The rest of the world may be waking up now, but Rain is adamant that Aether needs his sleep and who would Aether be if he ignored the wishes of the water ghoul who so kindly came to fetch him from working himself to madness in the library.

“I think you’re already there, love,” Rain says kindly. “Some sleep’ll put you right again though.”

Ah, he must have said that out loud.

“Yep, you did.”

Aether should really stop talking out loud in his head.

Rain stops seemingly for no reason and turns to face Aether. “I can’t fucking take it anymore, you’re too fucking cute when you’re sleepy!” He takes Aether’s face in his hands and smooshes his cheeks together.

“Wha’re you do’n’ ‘ainy?” He’s trying to ask Rain what he’s doing but his voice is all muffled from the water ghoul’s manipulation of his mouth.

“Squishing you,” Rain says simply. “Because I love you and I can’t handle how silly you get when you’re tired.” He takes a deep breath, stares at Aether’s face and suddenly, out of nowhere, screams. “Ahhh!” Right at Aether.

“I fink you ‘re ‘eepy ‘oo…” Aether hadn’t noticed until now but Rain must be tired as well, he’s got a ring of darkness underneath his eyes that differs from his usual markings.

Rain lets go of Aether’s face and the quintessence ghoul wiggles his jaw, getting used to the feeling of being in command of his own muscles again. “...That may be a possibility.”

Aether grabs Rain’s hand and leads him in the direction of his bedroom. “C’mon, we’ll both go sleep.” He narrows his eyes as they walk past Mountain’s door. “An’ then we can talk about Mountain being made of pasta…”

[six-eyed-samurai]

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This relationship should not be condoned and was only written for entertainment purposes. Dark content like kidnapping and stalking is in here, so don't read if it makes you uncomfortable.

Because she'll always, always have your back at anytime and anywhere!

You never thought twice about what an amazing friend she was. She was always there when you needed her most. Always there when you needed a shoulder to cry on. Always keeping an eye on you wherever you went, wherever you were, wherever you had to be!

Sliding in the background and hiding amongst your friend group most of the time at school but she was always, always there to assist and help and provide and…whether you needed it or not, now that you think of it.

But oh well! She was such an awesome friend, always there with assistance should the need arise. Need a spare pen? Wow, she’s got extra. You forgot to do your homework? Sure, she’s got you covered. Damn, you’re too busy for lunch? Don’t worry, she brought seconds!

You never had to fret over project partners, because of course she and you were going to partner up! You got lost and have no idea where to go? Why worry when she’ll suddenly turn up with directions? You lost something amongst the crowded halls of school? Haha, funny enough, she’s found it for you.

Although it was starting to get a little unnerving at how she was always…just there. No one knew you were going to be sick that Monday but somehow she appeared on your doorstep with soup and a weird, smiling “get better soon”. You had only ever confessed to your trusty journal that you wanted out of the swimming competition and the next thing you knew she was telling you she managed to get the teacher to allow you to opt out. You were just about to call your dad to pick you up from the study session and realized your phone was dead when she appeared like always with that worried expression and the proclamations of “oh, no worries, I can help!”.

Aw, but it would be rude to think such appalling things about such an affectionate friend who’s always got your back! You felt awful for even thinking about it, but the apprehensive anxiety that started to attack you every time she approached wasn’t disappearing anytime soon and conversations had never became more awkward as you desperately tried to avoid her and her alarming insistence.

The last straw arrived in the form of an argument that exploded out when you refused her offer to walk you back home when your dad was late and couldn’t make it in the pouring rain.

“I promised to always look out for you, didn’t I?!”

“I told you, enough! I can walk home myself or call my friend-”

“Friend?” Her tone melted into something sickly, sourly sweet. “Who are they? Wasn't it always me, huh, who helped you every single time? Who else did the things I did for you all the time?”

You thought you hadn't liked where this was going…but you definitely hated what was happening now.

Idiot, idiot! How did you - any of you - never notice how strong she really was in physical education? How, how, how! You never wanted to find out this way, not with her fingers nearly popping veins in you with how tight, oh so tight her grip on your neck was as she lifted you up like a limp rag doll.

“Who told you about the cameras? Who told you I was following - ah, making sure you were safe - around? You weren't supposed to know about it all…did you find out about the stack of your things I have? Is this why you've been behaving like such a brat to me lately? I promise, it was always all just to make sure you could rely on me for everything, I swear!”

Because that's all you ever were to her, you realised. A helpless little doll who relied on her for everything, silly little doll dancing to her raging child's strings, foolish little doll to never, ever be shared with anyone else!

“I'm bloody tired of you and your ungratefulness! I did everything for you, for us! I gave everything you would ever want or need! Don't you love me, you useless sweet baby? Who killed them for you, huh? Whatcha gonna do without me, huh? Silly, pretty sod, you rely on me for everything! I promised that, didn't I? I always, always keep my promises!”

If there was one thing good about her it was that she was, indeed, true to her word…never mind, you wished she didn't, then death would come to steal you away like she had - you would welcome it though! Anything would be better than the promises she kept that prevented you from wasting away in that attic of hers. Swearing to have your back; just stop, stop acting like if she got you all your favourite things and provided your needs it would be fine! Oaths you prayed she wouldn't insist on of you accepting her abominable affections and acclaims of her crazed attraction and adoration.

She always, always had your back, in school and even in your captivity.

“Trust, darling! You'll see, you'll see, I'll make you see! I'm all, ALL, you could ever, ever need! Always!”

YANDERE ALPHABET MASTERLIST

[yowlthinks]

Spying, monitoring and not talking about it

At the end of s1 Crowley tells Aziraphale that heaven and hell will leave then alone for a while, until The Really Big One, all of Heaven and Hell against Humanity. So what happens next? Are these two actually doing anything to prepare themselves for it? Lay down some insurance? At least clock it when it all kicks off?

Well, Crowley is playing spy with hell pretty much from the start of the time Shax replaced him: in s2e1 he is sitting in the usual "spy rendezvous " spot, we even see a spy mistake him for someone else. This is a meeting where they are both keen to get information out out of the other, and Crowley even asks if she is spying officially or for her own benefit.

So what this means is that he was expecting something to happen, all these 4 years, and certainly since replacement by Shax he's been looking out for it. What is more, he at least told Aziraphale about Shax replacing him and potentially that he has these little meetups with her to keep tabs on hell and help her navigate the human world a little. Why do I come to this conclusion? Because right in S2E1 he says "guess who Shax was asking me about", and Aziraphale knows who Shax is and is not surprised she was asking Crowley about something.

But what about Aziraphale, I hear you ask. What is the angel doing, apart from baking cake in lockdown and being a pillar of the community, with a spot of brainwashing his dear neighbours on the side?

It seems to me, he is actually looking out for the potential warning signs in his own way. When Crowley comes back with the apology dance, he pretends to be going through the paper cuttings / news clippings (?) - why is he doing that? Why does he have these clippings on his desk? What is he expecting to find there if not the signs of The Really Big One? Probably, as long as it is just Tadfield showing amazingly perfect weather, there is nothing to worry about, but something along the lines of, say, a sudden frog rain might be indicative of something serious coming in.

Now, do I think these two are actually coordinating their efforts, discussing plans and keeping each other fully up to date? No, of course not! In the classic fashion of "I'll look out for danger and protect us, but will try ny best to not scare you needlessly" and "I am making my own plans, but I am not gonna tell you anything about them, at least for now", these two are not communicating. Again.

To be fair, Crowley does tell about Shax's questions, but only prefacing it with "I wasn't gonna say anything, but". But then they both are keeping things quiet and are not brining the other one fully up to date (BoL threats, Shax's hitchhiker adventure, Gabriel's prophetic words not mentioned), and it all leads to a mess of the Final Fifteen's cliffhanger.

It adds up so nicely, and sets us up beautifully for a big breakthrough for these two idiots (affectionate) in s3. I seriously can't wait.

[magicandmundane]

Humor me for minute here, I need to scream and cry about the ballroom scene in Enchanted.

So.

For starters, Giselle and Robert are completely matching. His shirt and her dress are basically the same shade of purple, and his jacket and the cloak she wore when she walked in are the same velvet-y navy blue. They didn’t plan it. (I’m screaming.)

Side note: you know who may have planned it? Morgan. That’s right, she went shopping with Giselle, and her dad had probably shown her his fairytale-worthy fit earlier. Morgan already adored Giselle, and she could see her dad falling head over heels for the almost-princess despite his best efforts. So I’d be willing to bet good money the little shit (affectionate) did her best to influence Giselle’s choices and squealed as soon as Robert closed the door and went to the ball.

Anyway, Giselle and Edward get there, and Robert just stops. (I’m swooning.) We already know that Giselle had had a dream about Robert in that blue jacket, but do you think that he had a dream about her? Do you think that he had a dream about this fairytale princess in purple? That he woke up one morning and shook it off like it was nothing? That when he stopped and his jaw dropped at the sight of her, he suddenly remembered that beautiful dream? Because I think yes. NYC got dropped into a fairytale for a week, of course Mr. Just-Some-Guy-in-the-Real-World Robert had a dream about the love of his life.

And then that choreography. (Ugh my heart.) So beautiful, so intimate, so happy, so loving. Like every step they took they just fell deeper and deeper in love. Holy shit, that eye contact. Everyone else moving to the edges of the dance floor to give them space to just pop off. Robert whispering the lyrics of a song that was written just for the movie. “now you’re beside me and look how far we’ve come. so far, we are so close.” He had no reason to know those lyrics, just like everyone singing “That’s How You Know” had no reason to know that song and leave him constantly making a wtf face. But now the man is leaning into the fairytale. Because he loves her. (Someone just kill me already.)

Another side note: poor Nancy and Edward omg. They are witnessing what is quite possibly the most romantic ballroom dance of all time, and they were both planning to marry one of these idiots (affectionate). The matching “respectfully what the fuck” faces they both make will never not be hilarious to me, even though I feel for them.

And then there’s the quiet misery when they walk away from each other. (Cut my heart out with a rusty old spoon, why don’t you? It’ll hurt less.) Giselle and Robert are resigned to the lives they had previously chosen but no longer want. The look on her face when Narissa is handing her the apple is just gut wrenching. She would rather forget the love of her life than live without him and know he’s out there.

Last but not least, true love’s kiss. (I’m bawling.) Robert was Losing It™️ seeing Giselle inches from death, and then this idiot has the audacity to deny being her true love. But of course it’s him. “Please don’t leave me.” and “I knew it was you.” are just so so beautiful, tender, and intimate. Like that was for them and them alone, we are intruding. That kiss was so gentle and heartfelt. Then she pulls him even closer for a hug, and he cradles the back of her head. They are so relieved, they love each other so much.

Don’t even get me started on Robert’s “over my dead body,” Giselle going after the dragon, and that rooftop kiss in the rain. My poor heart just can’t take it right now.