#i really wish they told us what happened after!

[sapphiresaphics]

You’re right. It is polite to do that. But it’s also… I dunno… kinda boring? And it often doesn’t push the story forward.

Let’s look at it this way: We know that initially they planned on several additional seasons and ultimately were only given 2. We don’t know when that cut back was dictated to them from up on high, but it’s very easy to assume it happened sometime between season 1 and 2’s production. Very likely after most of season 1’s setup had already been finished and animated.

And, given how little time they had available to them for season 2, they opted instead to focus on ways to communicate this stuff non-verbally most of the time and to trust that we, as smart intelligent viewers, can piece together stuff ourselves.

They have a grand total of 18 episodes in total for this entire show. There are other shows that have double that number for just one season. Time is of the essence and every frame costs hundreds of dollars. So if it’s not really relevant it goes on the cutting room floor. Arcane is nothing if not EFFICIENT with its storytelling. And that’s a stylistic choice the creators have made.

And let’s not forget this doesn’t just exist around Caitlyn. Vi never apologizes for punching Powder as a kid. She apologizes for leaving and calling her a Jinx, but never for punching her. Vi also punches Isha. It’s an accident, but she still never apologizes for that either. Ekko never apologizes for kidnapping Vi and Caitlyn. Jinx never apologizes for killing Ekko’s friends. Jayce never apologizes for killing a child. Ambessa never apologizes for slapping Mel. Heimerdinger never apologizes for letting the undercity’s problems fester for so long. Mel never really apologizes for using Jayce and Viktor as investments. The list goes on. So WHY is it ONLY on Caitlyn in these critiques about the show?

A couple more little quibbles and distinctions:

Vi was never forced to become an enforcer. When Caitlyn asks her to become an enforcer, Vi turns her down. It’s not until after Caitlyn almost dies during the memorial attack does Vi reconsider the offer. And she doesn’t do it because she was pressured into it, she does it because she wants to keep Caitlyn safe. The only thing Vi trusts are her fists. If she’s there, she can take care of Jinx while also protecting the woman she loves. Even if it means putting on the Enforcer uniform.

Also, Vi doesn’t care about Zaun all that much. She never fought for the city. In fact, she has been actively hostile towards Zaun since Season 1. Let’s not forget that she went in performing vigilante Justice and got a kid killed in the process. Her goal has always been to protect her family, and that means people like Jinx and Caitlyn.

As for the “I’m sorry I was wrong?” Caitlyn DOES that. It’s just non-verbally. See, when Caitlyn has Jinx locked up she doesn’t know what to do with her. She has seen first hand that Jinx can be trusted. She is not the maniacal raving lunatic that killed her mother anymore. She has changed. She tries to talk to Jinx, but that doesn’t help her make a decision.

So she lets Vi choose. She intentionally leaves the prison empty of guards and allows Vi to steal the keys to free her sister. She has no guarantee that she will ever see Vi again, and she suspects that Vi and Jinx will just run away together. That’s why when she goes down there and finds Vi locked in the cell instead of Jinx, she knows what happened. And when Vi is at her lowest, thinking she betrayed Caitlyn by going behind her back to free Jinx against her wishes, Caitlyn tells her “no, I let you do this. Because I give up on hating your sister. You are more important to me than my hatred of Jinx and you should be free to make your own decisions about who you get to love.”

That’s WHY Vi jumps on Caitlyn in the prison cell. Caitlyn just told her that she was giving up stoking the flames of the fire that tore them apart. This is akin to a loved one giving up alcohol or smoking or going to therapy or basically tossing aside their abusive habits because their love for their partner is more important to them than their vices. That was like the BIGGEST apology Caitlyn could ever give Vi. No amount of “I’m sorry” does THAT justice.

I get it, you wanted her to SAY the words. But the show doesn’t do that. The show is a VISUAL show and ACTIONS speak louder than words ever could. So Arcane does Caitlyn’s apology through her actions. To assume the worst in Caitlyn after such a grand gesture is kinda silly IMO.

No disrespect, I just find a lot of this stuff to be kinda nitpicky. The show is a visual show. It tells its narrative visually. It always has. It always will. Demanding Caitlyn say “sorry” when no one else ever does and ignoring that she performs one of the greatest acts of love you could give a partner is frustrating to say the least.

“Caitlyn never apologizes for her actions so how do we know she’s remorseful of them?”

Well you see… when Caitlyn gets asked if she likes men or women by Vi, we never get an answer from Caitlyn there either. But then later in the episode we SEE her behaving differently and flirting with a woman. So that answers our question for us. We don’t need to hear her say “I’m a lesbian” or “I like girls” because the show SHOWS us that she likes girls.

Often times if you have a concern like this, it IS addressed in the show. Just not in blatantly obvious and vocal ways. You actually need to pay attention.

So like… yea, we don’t really hear Caitlyn say outright “I feel remorse for my actions” but there’s like a MOUNTAIN of evidence (Kirammountains worth haha) that show she feels this way. From her confrontational arguments with Ambessa, to her pointing a gun at singe, to her sneaking around tracking singe, to her betraying Ambessa, to her shouting “I know!” when confronted by Vi, to her saying to Jinx “hating you I’ve hated myself,” to her ultimately letting Vi free her sister thus proving to Vi that she’s letting her hatred for Jinx go, to her sad “are you still in this fight, Violet?” at the end of the show… using the context clues the characters provide through facial acting and body language we can TELL that she’s remorseful.

Imagine that!

[lyn31]

🎼 Dress👗

Summary:

"Only bought this dress so you could take it off, take it off~" - Taylor Swift, Dress Starting with a secret relationship, stolen glances, subtle touch, marking each other and ended up with you waking up together. A collection of moment about your relationship with you childhood friend, best friend and as everyone else know him the stoic and strict doctor, Zayne. It's thrilling, it's sweet, and it's electrifying.

Disclaimer:

Alright listen, I love Caleb alright, as a friend, as a bro, he's like a brother that I never had so let me have this! My bro is still with me! But anyway... Fluff and technically AU Pairing: Zayne x Reader/MC

Ao3 link

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The room hums with conversation, laughter spilling over the clinking of glasses and the low pulse of music. Familiar faces, some barely changed, others worn by time, move through the dimly lit space, caught in moments of nostalgia.

Across from you, he leans back in his chair, effortlessly at ease. To everyone else, he’s just your best friend—same as always. The two of you, inseparable, yet nothing more. That’s what they think.

But then his eyes meet yours. Just for a second. A flicker of  longing that only you recognize.

You look away, pretending to listen to whatever story is being told beside you. He does the same, nodding along to a conversation he isn’t really part of. But the tension lingers, a thread pulling between you, tightening with every stolen glance.

No one here knows. Not your friends, not even the ones who know you best. And maybe that’s what makes this moment sharper, heavier. The secret tucked between smiles, the quiet thrill of pretending.

"Man, I still can’t believe it," someone says, shaking their head with a laugh. "You three? Still thick as thieves after all these years? How does that even happen?"

You barely have time to think of a response before Caleb jumps in, all easy confidence and that familiar grin. "What can I say? Some bonds don’t break. You spend enough time together, suffer through enough bad group projects, and suddenly you’re stuck for life."

Laughter ripples through the table, and you nod, playing along. "Yeah, at this point, cutting either of them off would feel like losing a limb."

"Aw, you’d miss us that much?" Caleb teases, nudging you lightly.

"You wish," you shoot back, and the group laughs again.

Zayne, as expected, doesn’t say much. He just sits there, quiet, unreadable, offering nothing but a small nod of agreement. To everyone else, it’s just him being himself—stoic, detached, not one for small talk. But you know better.

You feel it in the way his fingers tap idly against the table, a slow, familiar rhythm. You see it in the way his gaze flickers toward you, barely noticeable, but enough. It’s a reminder. A quiet acknowledgment.

And just like that, you’re back there—

Late nights spent in Caleb’s car, all three of you crammed inside, talking about nothing and everything. The glow of streetlights casting shadows over Zayne’s face as he stared out the window, quiet as always. You’d watch him, thinking about how unfair it was that someone could just exist like that—unbothered, impossible to read, while you sat there, heart twisted up in knots over him.

Inside jokes whispered across crowded hallways, his shoulder brushing yours as you walked side by side, the warmth lingering longer than it should. That moment in the library when he passed you his notes, fingers grazing yours, the briefest touch that sent something sharp and electric down your spine.

You remember waiting.

Waiting for a sign, for something solid, something more than the stolen glances and unspoken moments. But Zayne was always just out of reach, his walls too high, his silence impossible to read.

And you—too caught up in your own doubts to realize he was waiting, too.

You blink, pulled back into the present as Caleb keeps talking, effortlessly carrying the conversation. Around you, the reunion buzzes on—glasses clinking, old friends swapping stories, laughter rising over the hum of background music.

Zayne still hasn’t said a word. But under the table, where no one else can see, his fingers brush against yours. Just for a second. Just enough to remind you—

You aren’t waiting anymore.

A sharp voice jolts you out of your thoughts.

“Wait—hold on. When did you get that?”

You barely have time to process before Harper leans in, eyes locked on the ink at the nape of your neck.

“You got a tattoo?” she accuses, voice full of mock betrayal. “And you didn’t come to me?”

You blink, momentarily caught off guard. “Oh. Uh—”

“Wait—you have a tattoo?” Caleb cuts in, sounding equally shocked. His gaze flicks to your neck, then back to you, brows raised.

You wave a hand, shrugging like it’s nothing. “It’s not that big of a deal.”

Caleb scoffs. “Not a big deal? You used to freak out over temporary tattoos lasting too long.”

Harper leans in more, squinting. “Hold on. That’s a smart ink heartbeat, isn’t it?”

Caleb pauses mid-sip, lowering his glass. “A heartbeat tattoo?” His brows shoot up. “Alright, now you have to tell me why.”

You roll your eyes. “There’s no story. I just liked it.”

Caleb tilts his head, grinning. “Right. Because nothing says ‘casual impulse’ like permanently inking a heartbeat on yourself.”

Harper snickers. “Yeah, whose is it?”

You shrug again, keeping your expression neutral. “Mine.”

Caleb gives you a long, unimpressed look. “Uh-huh.”

“What?” You fold your arms. “It is.”

“Sure,” he drawls, clearly unconvinced but not pushing further. Instead, he just grins wider. “Damn. Never thought I’d see the day.”

You roll your eyes, but before you can say anything, you catch movement from across the table. Instinctively, your gaze flicks to Zayne.

He doesn’t say a word. Doesn’t react. Just takes a slow sip of his drink, as carefully blank as ever. But beneath the table, his fingers brush against yours. Just a fleeting touch.

And suddenly, you remember exactly why you got it.

Not just because you liked it.

Because it was his.

And because every time you tie your hair up, every time his eyes catch on the exposed skin of your neck, every time his lips find the exact spot where the ink sits now—you remember.

You glance back up at him, but his gaze has already moved away, back to the rest of the room like nothing happened. Like he isn’t sitting there, knowing exactly what that tattoo means.

And Caleb—oblivious as ever—just leans back, shaking his head.

The night is winding down. The crowd has thinned, leaving only scattered groups of lingering classmates, voices softer now, laughter blending into the hum of the venue’s closing atmosphere. You weave through them, making your way back from the bar, ready to call it a night.

Near the entrance, Caleb is saying his goodbyes, but as soon as he spots you, his brows furrow slightly. “You’ve been drinking,” he points out, crossing his arms. “You shouldn’t go home alone. I can drive you.”

You shake your head with a small smile. “I’ll just take a cab, Caleb. It’s fine.”

He doesn’t look convinced. “Yeah, no, that’s not a great idea—”

Before he can finish, Zayne stands. “I’ll drive her.”

The words are calm, matter-of-fact. He rolls down his sleeves as he straightens, glancing briefly at Caleb. “I need to head home anyway.”

Caleb exhales, look relieved. “Alright. Guess that works.” He turns back to you, pointing. “Text me when you get home.”

You roll your eyes. “Yes, dad.”

He smirks. “Damn right.” Then he claps Zayne on the shoulder in farewell. “Take care, man.”

With that, goodbyes are exchanged, and you and Zayne step out into the night.

The air is cooler now, crisp against your skin. You’re walking beside him, and without a word, he shrugs off his jacket and drapes it over your shoulders, his hands lingering for a second before he pulls away. His scent clings to the fabric, warmth still trapped in it from his body.

“Wouldn’t want you catching a cold,” he says, voice quieter now, almost absentminded—like it’s the most natural thing in the world. But there’s a softness to it, a quiet care that makes your chest tighten.

And yet, your mind is already drifting elsewhere—because damn, does he look good tonight.

It’s nothing over the top. With his jacket on you, he’s left in just a crisp white button-down, sleeves rolled halfway up his forearms, tucked into tailored black slacks. Simple. Effortless. But there’s something about it—about the way the fabric stretches across his broad shoulders, about the way his arms look unfairly good like that, veins subtly lining his hands—

You’re too busy swooning to realize he’s stopped walking.

You only notice when you take another step and find yourself suddenly alone.

Blinking, you glance to the side—and meet his gaze.

He’s watching you, his expression unreadable, but there’s a small, knowing curve to his lips.

Then, he says your name. Just your name.

And somehow, everything else fades.

The city sounds dull, the cool air forgotten. It’s just him now. The sharp cut of his jaw in the dim streetlights, the way his dark eyes seem to pull you in, holding you there.

Something shifts in them.

“You’re not making this easy for me,” he murmurs, voice low.

You swallow. “What?”

He exhales, shaking his head slightly. “I’m good at controlling myself.” A pause. His gaze drags over you, slow, deliberate. “But not when it comes to you.”

Your pulse stutters.

His eyes trace the thin straps of your dress, the way it exposes your shoulders, your neck—the backless cut hidden beneath his jacket, the slit running high along your leg.  

He already liked the dress when he first saw you tonight. You know that. But right now, under his gaze alone, you can feel it.

Then he leans in slightly, his voice quieter now. “What do you think this dress does to me?”

You should be embarrassed. Flustered. And maybe you are, judging by the heat creeping up your neck.

But instead, you square your shoulders and meet his gaze head-on.

“I hope it’s a good one,” you say smoothly. “I bought this dress so you could take it off, after all.”

It comes out steady, confident. But the second the words leave your mouth, heat spreads—your ears, your cheeks burning.

Zayne’s reaction is instant. His pupils darken, something unrestrained flickering in his eyes. For a moment, he just looks at you, unmoving.

Then you notice it.

His ears.

The tips of them, red.

A slow exhale leaves him, and then he steps closer, his voice lower now, edged with something rough.

“Then I better get started on that,” he murmurs. “Preferably not on the sidewalk.”

Just like that, the tension shifts—still charged, but laced with teasing.

You let out a breathy laugh, but your heart is still hammering.

Because the night is far from over.

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It’s rare for the three of you to get a day off at the same time.

With the way schedules clash—your shifts, Zayne’s surgeries, Caleb’s unpredictable workload—it almost never happens. So when it finally did, Caleb had immediately suggested the three of you hang out.

And you… may have dodged that invitation.

Just this once.

Because as much as you love Caleb, it had been too long since you and Zayne had a day off together. Just the two of you.

And now, here you are.

After spending the entire day lazing around at home, barely leaving the couch between naps, movies, and tangled limbs, you’re now soaking in the warmth of the bathtub, wrapped up in the scent of lavender and the heat of Zayne behind you, his chest firm and solid behind you, the rise and fall of his breathing steady—except for when his lips find your neck.

Again.

And again.

His mouth brushes lazily over your tattoo, lingering like he’s reminding himself it’s there. Like he’s claiming it all over again.

His fingers, damp and slow, skim down your arm, tracing absentminded patterns on your skin before they wander lower, teasing.

A shiver runs through you, and you tighten your grip on your wine glass, trying to focus on not reacting too much.

It was fine. Nice, even. Until suddenly—

His fingers shift.

And—oh.

The touch catches you off guard, a sharp, unexpected spark zipping down your spine. Your body jolts—and in the process, your grip on the wine glass wobbles.

Then, it happens.

The glass tips back.

A slosh of red spills right behind you.

Right onto Zayne.

There’s a beat of silence.

You turn slightly—just in time to see the aftermath.

Zayne’s expression is blank, lips parted slightly in delayed realization, his usually sharp features now half-covered in deep red. A drop of wine drips down his cheek, staining the pale skin of his throat.

He blinks once. Then, slowly, his tongue flicks out, tasting the stray droplet at the corner of his lips.

And that’s it.

Laughter erupts from you, full and unrestrained.

“You—” You can barely get the words out between breaths. “You look like a crime scene.”

Zayne exhales through his nose, lifting a hand to wipe at his face, but it only smears the wine further. You’re still giggling as you shift forward, already moving to climb out of the bath.

“Okay, I’ll grab a towel,” you say between laughs. “You should probably—”

Before you can finish, an arm wraps firmly around your waist.

You barely have time to yelp before you’re pulled right back against him.

The water sloshes over the edges of the tub as you settle on his lap, straddling him now. His arms tighten, caging you in.

You blink down at him.

Zayne blinks back up at you.

His eyes are slightly unfocused, his usually sharp demeanor softened by the alcohol in his system.

Oh. Oh.

You’ve seen Zayne like this before.

Drunk Zayne is rare, but when it happens, one thing is guaranteed—he clings.

And right now? That’s exactly what he’s doing. Sometimes you forget how much of a lightweight he is. Well, lightweight is generous—he really can’t handle alcohol at all, which is probably another reason he avoids it.

His lips brush your cheek, then your jaw, then your nose, peppering soft, uncoordinated kisses, like he has no plan other than covering you in them.

“Zayne,” you try, still half-laughing. “We should get out—”

He hums against your skin, clearly not listening.

His kisses trail lower.

The warmth of his mouth follows the curve of your throat, lingering just below your ear before drifting down.

Your fingers, still damp from the water, absently trace along his chest, gliding over familiar ink.

The thin, sharp line of his tattoo.

Your tattoo.

The heartbeat that matches yours, sitting right over his heart.

You trace the design slowly, feeling the way his muscles shift beneath your touch. Zayne exhales slightly, his body relaxing further against you, but there’s something more in his gaze now—something heated, something deeper.

Your pulse flutters.

Then, your lips curve, eyes flicking back to his.

“Want to continue this out of the tub?”

Zayne blinks at you, momentarily dazed, before letting out a soft chuckle. His hands tighten at your waist.

And then, his lips trail lower again, moving down—

And, well.

Looks like you’re staying in the tub a little longer.

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You wake up to the sight of Zayne’s face, close enough that you can see the faint traces of sleep still clinging to him—the slow rise and fall of his breathing, the way his lashes flicker slightly, the softness in his usually sharp features.

For a moment, you just watch him, warmth settling in your chest.

Then, memories from last night creep in.

Meeting up with Caleb.

Planning to finally tell him about you and Zayne.

You had expected some kind of shock—maybe even a dramatic reaction—but instead, Caleb had just grinned.

A big, knowing, downright cheeky grin.

And then, he said, “Took you long enough.”

That had been enough to send you into stunned silence. Zayne, ever composed, had simply exhaled through his nose in mild amusement.

Meanwhile, you had barely managed a flustered, “Wait, what?”

Caleb had just laughed, shaking his head. “Come on. You guys thought you were being subtle? I was just waiting to see how long it would take. Honestly, way longer than I predicted.”

You had groaned, covering your face with both hands as Caleb continued to tease, thoroughly enjoying the moment.

And then—just to really make a point—he had said, “By the way, if you two ever have a kid, I’m calling dibs on godfather.”

At the memory, a smile tugs at your lips, amusement bubbling up all over again.

That’s when you feel movement beside you.

Zayne shifts, his brows furrowing slightly before his eyes flutter open—heavy-lidded and still hazy with sleep.

He takes one look at you, then lazily scoots closer, burying his face against your chest with a soft sigh.

A chuckle escapes you.

“Good morning,” you murmur, running a hand through his sleep-mussed hair.

He doesn’t reply—just hums against your skin, his arms tightening slightly around your waist.

You glance at the clock. It’s still early.

Cuddling for a little while longer wouldn’t be a bad idea.

So you settle in, wrapping your arms around him, feeling the steady warmth of his body against yours.

Zayne exhales, his hold on you easy, content, as he nuzzles against your chest.

And just like that, neither of you are in any hurry to move.

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You’re curled up on the couch, scrolling through your phone while waiting for Zayne to arrive. The soft glow of your living room lamp casts a cozy warmth around you, and the smell of sweet tea lingers in the air. You’d already set out his favorite snacks—anything sugary, because your serious, stoic boyfriend has the sweetest tooth.

No alcohol tonight, though. As much as you want to... You have a morning shift tomorrow.

Your thumb pauses on the screen when a post about a dress catches your eye. It’s elegant, a little daring, and something about it reminds you of the dress you wore to your reunion a few months ago. That dress—Zayne’s reaction to it—how he looked at you, touched you...

You glance down at yourself now—loose, comfortable clothes, what you usually wear at home. Practical, sure, but maybe not the most exciting choice.

Thinking for a moment, you finally push yourself up and head to your room.

Just as you’re adjusting the fabric of your outfit in the mirror, you hear the front door open.

“I’m home,” Zayne calls out, his voice steady and familiar.

Something about hearing him say home makes warmth bloom in your chest. You shake the feeling off, smoothing down your dress before stepping out of your room.

Zayne has just finished putting his things away when he turns toward you—and stops.

His gaze moves over you, slow and deliberate, and you see the exact moment something shifts in his expression.

“Looks like I’m a little underdressed for the occasion,” he says, his voice laced with amusement as he starts walking toward you.

You don’t move—just let him take you in, knowing he’s enjoying every second of it.

When he reaches you, he lifts a hand, fingers sliding gently through your hair, gathering it together and lifting it up, exposing the nape of your neck.

“Perfect,” he murmurs, his breath warm against your skin before he leans in and presses a kiss just below your ear.

A shiver runs down your spine.

Then he kisses you.

Your arms wind around his neck as his hands travel down—trailing from your hair to your neck, then lower, fingers brushing over your shoulders, playing with the thin straps of your dress.

Between kisses, he hums, teasing, “I’m supposed to take this off, right?”

You can feel his smile against your lips.

Your own smile mirrors his as you pull him in closer.

“Well,” you say, voice light, playful, “that was the plan.”

Zayne chuckles, his breath warm against your skin. “Then I better not waste any time.”

And with that, the night truly begins.

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Notes:

I'm framing this like a slow pace montage, following the song yk, which is why it's keep jumping, and If I do say myself it turn out alright! Love this song, love fluff and ofc love Zayne lol I just wish I can highlight more of Zayne's behavior but I feel like this fit the song vibes and lyrics more, next time then. If anyone has ideas about Zayne, I’m open to hearing them! This new hyperfixation needs to be quelled…....

[slavicdolls4mangione]

troubled lu healing through meeting you hc:

a/n: i’d like to preface that this is purely fiction because none of us know how lu’s relationship with his parents is, i’m sure he loves his family and that they love him just as much. that being said i hope you guys enjoy, especially the lovely anon who made the request <3

- when lu first meets you, he introduces himself as “mark," an identity he’s crafted to protect himself in a way

- lu is desperate to be someone who’s not tied to the suffocating expectations of his family

- "mark" is the man he wishes he could be: calm, “normal”, free of the burden of his past; he’s a little rough around the edges, secretive, and distant, but there’s still kindness in his eyes that he tries to suppress

- it’s hard for him to trust anyone, especially with the guilt of what he’s left behind by running away

- over time, as you show him warmth and understanding, he starts to feel something he hasn’t in years: hope

- there’s a tenderness in your care, a kindness that doesn’t feel transactional like his family’s love did

- your laughter is a comfort to him, a sound he didn’t realize he had longed to hear, you made him feel like maybe, just maybe, he could have a normal life outside of his family’s demands

- and slowly, lu begins to falter, "mark" begins to slip and luigi emerges slowly, quietly

- at first, it’s just little things—his smile softens, his voice becomes less guarded

- one night, after a difficult day when the weight of his past feels heavy on his shoulders, he confesses to you

- it happens almost unintentionally as you’re lying together in silence, his head laying on your chest, arms wrapped tightly around your waist, his breath shaky as he whispers, “i’m not... mark” his voice cracking with emotion he hasn’t let himself feel in months

- he would see your eyes widen, but there’s no judgment in them, only confusion and concern

- that’s when he tells you about his family, about the pressure to live up to impossible standards, to become the perfect “heir” to his grandfathers legacy

- his past was a life of suffocating rules that crushed every bit of freedom he could have had as a child; he feels like he betrayed everyone by running away, but at the same time he can’t bear to go back

- there’s a lot of guilt tied to his escape, he never wanted to abandon his responsibilities, he was raised to be the heir after all, the one to take over the family’s empire, to be perfect

- he was always told he could never fail, but the more he stayed, the more his soul withered, and he realized that living in that suffocating cage would mean losing who he really is

- lu would tell you he can’t help but feel selfish for running, and sometimes you would catch him waking up in the middle of the night, cold sweat dripping down his face, his heart pounding from the nightmares of what he left behind

- you can tell he’s terrified that he’s abandoned a life most people would kill for, and yet... you both know he can’t go back to it

- when he has emotional breakdowns, you’re always there to hold him, to remind him that he’s safe, even when he doesn’t believe it himself

- one of the most heartbreaking moments happens at the beginning of your budding relationship when you, unaware of the depth of luigi’s trauma, casually share a carefree memory from your childhood, such a simple and happy memory, but for lu, it’s like a slap in the face

- he can’t even look at you as you talk about your childhood, because in contrast, his own was filled with expectations; his parents didn’t care for him the way they should have

- they didn’t let him be a child, instead of playful summers, he remembers long and boring hours at his family’s estate, being forced to study, to work

- and he starts to feel this overwhelming sense of grief and rage, as if something fundamental was stolen from him

- lu would take a deep breath and tell you : “i remember... i remember being a kid, and one day my father caught me playing... he said it was a waste of time and scolded me for it”

- you would listen to him sharing stories from his childhood with tears in your eyes, but you refused to let yourself cry because you wanted to be strong for lu, didn’t want him to feel like you were pitying him, that’s the last thing he needed

- since that day, you’ve understood that his wounds ran deep and vowed to help him heal his inner child

- you became his safe haven, the one place where he could finally be himself without fear of judgment

- you listened without pushing, comforted him without trying to fix him all while staying firm in reminding him that he deserves happiness, that he’s not broken beyond repair, and that he’s allowed to let go of the past

- you encouraged him to find his own path, to rediscover joy and slowly with your help, lui began to let go of the weight of his guilt

- he knew that, although it would be a long journey, you’d be by his side every step of the way, loving him unconditionally for who he truly is

- through your guys’ relationship, luigi learned that it’s okay to be vulnerable, and that love can be a source of strength, not just something he has to hide from

<3

[shipper4everships]

BuckTommy Fluffebruary: Day 16

~AU: didn’t know they were dating~

It all started by chance. Buck had just started his service at 118th station, while Tommy was in the process of transferring to station 217. Tommy’s transfer was delayed, so they began working together. Tommy was usually a composed and somewhat introverted guy, not quick to let people close, but Buck was so sincere and open that Tommy let his guard down.

They became friends, and Tommy showed Buck some of his secret tricks that helped him on the job, which later came in handy for Buck on calls. 

"Hey, you only told me about them in my second year here - why does the rookie get such privileges?" Eddie asked teasingly. 

On their days off, they sometimes went to the gym together or invited each other to the bar for a beer and to watch a match. 

"I thought you weren't very into basketball before, Buck. Something changed?" Chim in with a grin. Buck just waved off the question.

When it came time for Tommy to complete his transfer to station 217, he briefly thought about refusing it because he was afraid their communication would end. But Buck turned out to be better than he could have imagined and supported Tommy’s decision to transfer.

"If flying is your dream, then you have to follow it!" 

Tommy couldn’t argue with that.

Now they didn���t see each other as often, but they were always in touch. There were nights when they both stayed up until morning, texting or talking on the phone about everything under the sun.

"Buck, you look awful... You were up all night talking to Tommy again, should I tell him to stop messing up your schedule?" Hen said, half-seriously, half-joking.

"He’s not messing anything up, I called him first!" Buck blurted out, then realized what he’d said.

They continued meeting occasionally at the bar, but it became harder to sync up due to shift changes. One day, Tommy suggested Buck come over to his place for a couple of hours so they could see each other, and Buck gladly accepted.

They kept visiting each other to watch movies or cook together. Until one day, the moment happened: Buck cuddled up to Tommy while they were watching a horror movie, and Tommy turned to him and kissed him in the dim light of the room. To Buck’s surprise, he didn’t pull away. On the contrary, he eagerly joined in.

Since that evening, not much changed between them, except that their texts became more flirtatious, their touches more frequent, and that kiss on the couch wasn’t the last, but rather the first in a series of others.

They wished each other safety before every shift, and it was always the case, but now it felt different - as though there was something more behind that wish, as if they started caring for each other more.

Buck wasn’t sure how to feel about it, but he was afraid of losing the connection that was growing between them, so he decided to keep everything between the two of them and see where it could lead.

Was it really a surprise when, not long after, they slept together for the first time in Buck’s loft? They didn’t talk about it or anything that happened between them, but Buck lay in bed in Tommy’s arms the next morning, feeling like he was exactly where he needed to be.

Maddy called him a few days later and invited him to dinner at the Buckley-Han house, and Buck enthusiastically agreed.

"Buck, I just wanted to check… if you want, you don’t have to come alone," Maddy said cautiously.

"…What do you mean?" Buck was caught off guard by her words.

"Maybe you’ll introduce us to your boyfriend?"

"Boyfriend?" Buck asked, glancing at Tommy, who was sitting across the table from him. Tommy had overheard Buck’s part of the conversation and looked at him. In his eyes, Buck saw curiosity and something more… maybe hope?

Buck ran through their relationship over the past few months in his mind, and everything in his head and heart finally fell into place.

"Yeah, you’re right." Buck smiled into the phone. "Set another place at the table because I’m bringing my boyfriend." Buck said those words and caught Tommy’s answering smile.

When he hung up, Buck leaned across the table, and warm lips met him halfway.

He wasn’t sure where this would lead, but now he knew. Now he would do it right. @bucktommyfluffebruary 💗

[zolo-san]

Some thoughts on Law and his image of himself

Law clearly has a lot of conflict around being seen as "good" or a "good guy" I think he want to be a good person, and he actually is, but he doesn't see himself that way, so he has a hard time accepting when people try to suggest that he is good And I think that there are several reasons for that

Law and Survivors Guilt

Law clearly holds a lot of survivors guilt throughout his life and I think it takes a big toll on him When he was younger, not only did he out live his parents and his whole town, but he "failed" to save his little sister as well We see him go out of his way to try to save her specifically, but in the end, he's still not there when she needed him the most The loss of his family also lead him down a path of which he chose to be angry and violent (ooooo we love the stages of grief lol) and take out his feelings of guilt and resentment on others despite being raised by a family of caretakers As a doctor, his father put everything he had into trying to help the people in their town and I think that Law would have looked up to him and wanted to be just like him, but after everything that happened something really broke in him I can't help but think he would feel bad and like he failed again after he moved past the angry violent reaction - just like I think he later felt quite a bit of guilt over stabbing Corazon after the fact Corazon tried everything to save Law and gave everything to him and I think that that too would add to Law's feeling of guilt, especially because it took him so long to realize that he had been too guarded and untrusting to see that Corazon was genuinely trying to help him Once he was able to accept and recognize that, however, Corazon ended up dying shortly after Obviously, Law has a lot of guilt, specifically survivors guilt, surrounding Cora's death Corazon not only risked his life for Law to live, but Law was unable to use his fruit to save him because he didn't know how, then when Law did try to get Corazon help (against Cora's wishes) he managed to "get help" from the wrong person and put Corazon in more danger, leading to his death

Ironically this is not dissimilar to the way his sister died Law had told her to hide while he get help and not only did he not get help, but when he returned, his sister had been killed

I also think that Corazon's confession to Law about being in the navy as he was about to die adds to Law's guilt because he already knew that to be true and I think it hurt him to realize that someone who cared so deeply for him and was literally dying for him still felt bad and was worried he's disappointed him

There's also something to be said about Corazon dying with a smile and the fact that Luffy is also someone who always has a smile on his face, especially when it comes to helping others I think this very much molds the image that Law has of who a "good person" is

Law lived because he knew it was what Corazon wanted for him It was all Law could do for him (I do wonder if there's also some guilt he feels about dedicating the life Cora gave to him to revenge)

Law and Selfishness

I think Law truly sees himself as selfish for many reasons, one being that he was so driven by revenge, and I think he has a tendency to overlook the good that he does because of this

I think he even sees him saving Luffy at Marineford as a selfish act

I think that seeing the efforts that Luffy was going through to save his brother made Law feel that he had failed his sister all over again He would feel that he never tried that hard And I think that it's partly for that reason that he felt compelled to save Luffy

I can't help but feel that Law, without realizing it, was trying to absolve himself of his own "sin" of not saving his sister by saving Luffy I also think the idea of Luffy, after all his efforts failing to save Ace, really broke Law's heart and he couldn't stand the idea of Luffy having to go through something like he did, especially after all the effort Luffy put in

But because of Law's view of himself and his actions as being selfish, I think that Jinbe thanking him for helping Luffy was already too much for him He didn't see his act as selfless or "kind" he saw it as him acting in self interest and I think that's why he tries to present it as such He claims that he essentially saved Luffy because he thought it would be a shame and a waist to let someone with Luffy's potential die then and there, but I think there's so much more to it and I think a lot of it has to do with Law viewing Luffy as an actual good person and something that he's not Law leaves before Luffy can thank him because he doesn't think he deserves thanks

The next we hear of what Law did during the two years that Luffy was training, we hear about his collecting pirates' hearts and becoming a warlord He does this all as part of a plan to exact revenge on Doflamingo and as part of this plan, he leaves his crew behind with no explanation and fully expecting to never see them again (tho he doesn't tell them this) This brings up an interesting fact that even though Law claims he never intended to fight Doflamingo, he also never expected to live through it

I think that Law feels incredibly guilty about leaving his crew behind because he does really care about his crew and I think that lying to them knowing full well he's going on a suicide mission hurts him a lot But I think that despite his choice being fueled by a want to protect his crew, he would feel that it's a selfish choice When he's on Punk Hazard, Law is fully in the throws of pretending to be this other person that he isn't at heart He's trying to be that cold, selfish person he sees himself as, but I don't think he can really do it So I think for this all these reasons, Luffy's mater-of-fact declaration that he is "a good guy" would make Law incredibly uncomfortable I think he sees Luffy as the type of caring, honest, and straight forward person he wishes he could be When he thinks of a good person, he thinks of someone like Luffy - someone like Corazon - who doesn't hesitate to help others at his own risk and would die for his crew and the people he cares about

Luffy obviously shares a lot of traits with Corazon and I don't think that's lost on Law So having someone like that imply that Law is the same as him is something Law can't handle

In addition to this, I think that Luffy's willingness to fight for Law at every turn and his inherent trust in him only adds to Law's feeling of inadequacy next to Luffy And I think that his survivors guilt and the fact that he feels that he's nowhere near as good a person as Luffy are all contributing factors as to why he decides that if Luffy dies fighting for him then he has to die to

I genuinely think that the idea of surviving someone so good like Luffy (and Corazon) again is something that Law cannot handle and cannot allow to happen This is also why I can't help but think that we will see a point where Law attempts to kill himself via his fruit to save Luffy I think Law would rather he die knowing that he insured Luffy's survival than to outlive someone so kind and good Though I think there would be a lot of guilt and conflict here as well I think that whenever we get to this point, it will be abundantly clear to Law that choosing to kill himself for Luffy would also be a selfish act that Luffy would never forgive him for How could he curse Luffy to eternal life knowing that Law died to give it to him?

But regardless of Law's own self image, we see repeated examples of him actually being a good and kind person He has a strong sense of right and wrong and cannot abide injustice, especially the mistreatment of innocent, good people And even if he didn't go about things the best way when he was a kid, this feeling of right and wrong and a need for justice (not in terms of the law but more in terms of karmic, moral justice) was something that was instilled in him at a young age He was taught by his family to care for others in need and to put others before himself And he tries desperately to do so when his town is being erraticated He reaches out to Luffy at Saboady when he sees, in Luffy, the same moral values and the same demand for moral justice and fair treatment of others (something I think is very important to Law given the treatment he faces for his condition as a child) Law then saves Luffy out of compassion for him, whether he's willing to admit that out loud or not He goes out of his way to try to make sure his crew is safe when he goes on his suicide mission to take down Doflamingo and even tries to assure them that everything is fine to ease their concerns When in Dressrosa while he was obviously focused very much on Doflamingo, his plan also helped benefit so many other people in Dressrosa and the world who were suffering because of Doflamingo He also refuses, at every second, to leave Luffy's side and nearly kills himself several times in the process (not to mention taking a beaten and battered Luffy into his care for the second time at his own risk) When they get to Zou, he leaves to get to his crew fairly quickly because he want's to be sure their okay and he accepts their love and happiness at his return with no argument And when Luffy asks him about altering the plan so he can go get Sanji, Law's first thought is of the people of Zou

I think this is partly because he can't stand the injustice of what happened to them, but also because he knows that insuring their saftey is something very important to Bepo since it is his home country and his people (even if he didn't really grow up there)

The people of Zou thank Law for this and he immediately shrugs it off because he doesn't see himself as someone worth thanking (especailly not after he heard of all the good the strawhats did - how could he compare?) Despite it all tho, Law makes room for Luffy - he accommodates Luffy's request because he knows how important it is to him to get Sanji back And again, he does this all selflessly and at his own risk, tho he doesn't see it as such, Law changes his plan to help Luffy and he does so without really any hesitation

There are other examples of Law going out of his way to do good and be a good person despite the image he has of himself (I'm just currently only just finishing up Zou so I haven't gotten there yet, I just know things~)

But in short, Law clearly doesn't see himself as "good," tho he desperately want to be a good person, but regardless of how Law views himself, he is clearly "a good guy"

[in1-nutshell]

Poll Winners: Maxima and Ophelia

SFW, Platonic, Romance, Familial, Cybertronian reader

RID/TFP

“So… have you told Bumblebee yet?”

Maxima crossed her arms refusing to look at Ophelia. Not that it was hard, she could always look forward and ignore the minibot below. Sadly, the monster truck didn’t have it in her to ignore her, not with the raging storm in her helm right now.

“Not yet.”

Ophelia sighed a bit. “And when are you planning on doing it?”

Maxima shifted the weight on her pedes a bit. “Lia I haven’t even talked to Grimlock about it. I’ll do it but not now.”

Ophelia raised her optics while side glancing at Maxima. “You still haven’t talked to him about it? After everything that has happened, I would have expected that you two would have been talking about it for months. It would have explained the long periods of time without seeing either of you.”

“We were just on patrol.”

“Uh huh.”

Hot warmth flared in her system. “Ophelia!”

Ophelia crossed her arms and looked up at her. “Then what have you two been doing? It can’t be that terrible.”

Maxima coughed a bit in her servo before relenting in a defeated tone. “…Russel showed Grimlock an old TV show and has been begging to watch it after patrol. The show grows on you after the first few episodes, it’s becoming a bit of a tradition at this point—Oh don’t give me that look!”

Ophelia was struggling to keep the chuckles in her, but it was almost laughable. Maxima of Iacon, the daughter of the last Prime, watching old shows with her partner.

Almost laughable, but it was also sweet.

“Softy.”

“I—you-- …Yeah…”

The two chuckled before falling once again into silence. Ophelia looked up at Maxima with knowing optics. A lot had changed between the past few years. From being in a war, losing father figures by the end of it, adjusting to peacetime, and finding partners. If you’d tell them both that these events would happen, Maxima would have probably been on the floor laughing while Ophelia might have commed in Ratchet to get you checked up.

The minibot was happy with her Conjunx, Steve. Maxima had been over the moon hearing that she was going to go through with the rites. Ophelia only wished her the same happiness.

“You know, if you are having serious thoughts about going through with it, you need to talk to him about this before anything else. And if you need pointers, Steve and I would be happy to help, right?” Ophelia remarked.

Maxima flashes a grateful smile and sits down next to the minibot. She did the same.

“Don’t go dragging your poor Conjunx into a mess he doesn’t know about.”

“Steve will help you if you need it, Maxi. Seriously, you say the word, he’ll help with whatever he can.”

Maxima hummed at the comment. A heavy silence blankets them both. The taller bot sported a nervous and concentrated look while staring at the ground as if it were the most fascinating thing in the universe. Ophelia just waited patiently; she would tell her eventually.

“… It’s a big leap…” Maxima whispered as if saying it too loud would set something off.

Ophelia just nodded in agreement. “I know.”

“A big commitment…”

“I know.”

“And what if he doesn’t want it? What if it’s too soon? What if it scares him off? What if—”

Ophelia stood up and waved her servos at Maxima to calm down.

“Woah, woah, woah! Calm down Maxi.” She placed her servos on her side and looked at her in the optics. Maxima slowly quieted down while fidgeting with her digits. The minibot took her servos and held them. It was almost comedic seeing how stark was the size difference.

“Calm?” Maxima could only shrug. Good enough.

“Now, it’s fair for you to have these feelings. It’s totally normal. While the ‘what if’s’ can be useful, they aren’t right now. Also, are you telling me Grimlock would say no?”

“He could!”

Ophelia gave her a deadpan stare. “The green dinobot, who’s had optics on you since you came here? The same bot who is practically attached to your hip and ready to do anything you want to do? That Grimlock, really?”

Maxima huffed and crossed her arms with a bit of annoyance. Ophelia continued.

“Just at least try asking him. That’s what I did, and I turned out just fine.”

Maxima gave her an unamused look as it got quiet again. If any other bot besides Ophelia and Bumblebee saw Maxima go quiet for this long, they might have been concerned. Not that she wasn’t, but there was a difference in silences coming from such a lively bot. Thankfully this wasn’t one of her ‘vengeance’ silences, but more reflective ones.

After a bit, Maxima stood up with a confident look on her face. Ophelia could only smile back; the monster truck always did have an infectious smile.

“You know what? I’m going to do it! Right now! Go ahead and make those calls Lia, we are going to have them come over no matter what! Thanks Lia!”

Ophelia only chuckled as Maxima walked off with a new wave of determination and slight bounce in her step. She chuckled a bit before heading to the main console. If everything went according to plan, she would need to make those calls… and would also win the bet she had with Steve.

BING!

Perfect timing!

“Hello? Yes, yes, it’s great to hear from you all too. Listen-- yes, it’s been a while but I’m calling about Maxima…”

…

She could do this.

She could do this.

She could do this.

Maxima kept on repeating it to herself. All she needed to do was find Grimlock and tell him. That was it. She fought Decepticon armies, Megatron and literal Predacons. This was going to be simple. Just let the words spill and wait for the results.

Simple!

Just tell him about how she wanted him to be her partner, for life.

Tell him about the plans she had already thought about their Conjunx Rites. Obviously while also asking for his part and opinions on it, it was going to be his ceremony too.

She could do this. Just talk to him.

Maxima found Grimlock in his dino mode carefully balancing Russel on his head while they were singing off key to one of Denny’s playlists.

Spinning on his pedes, he caught sight of her, a giant smile quickly forming on his face. He waved at her happily.

“Maxi!”

… Oh, Primus she couldn’t do it! Abort mission! Abort! ABORT! ABORT!

With a nervous smile she waved back.

“H-hey Grimlock. H-how are you?”

She internally screamed at herself for stuttering and just awkwardly waving. What was she a youngling?! Hopefully she could just bounce back from this—

“I’m doing fine! Russel and I found this rock.” He held the small rock in his digits and carefully placed in in her servos.

“I thought you’d like it!”

Maxima just swore that her father and the other Prime’s were just playing a cruel joke at this point. How in the world was she supposed to talk to him about the rites with her helm and spark all mushy!

Smiling weakly, she stuffed the rock into her subspace. Grimlock raised an optic at the smile.

“Umm… You, okay?”

Maxima let out an involuntary squeak noticing how close Grimlock was. Face plates literally inches apart. There was confusion and slight worry in his big optics. He placed a servo on her helm, copying that thing that humans did when they got sick.

“You feeling, okay Maxima?”

Oh, sweet Alpha Trion, she was in over her helm…

“I-I’m fine. Fit as a fiddle as the humans say!”

PRIMUS WAS THAT A VOICE CRACK!!! ABORT MISSION! ABORT MISSION! ABORT!

Grimlock looked unconvinced. He lowered his helm, letting Russel slide off. The human looked at her worried.

“You want me to call Fix-It?” Russel asked.

Primus the boy was sweet to offer help, but she was 110% that Fix-It wouldn’t be able to help her with this.

She smiled at his concern. “I’m fine Rusty. I… I just need to talk to Grimlock about something in private.”

The boy nodded and walked off, probably to go find Sideswipe.

Maxima turned back to Grimlock and all her nerves came back full force.

Oh boy…

“What ya wanted to talk about?”

She began fidgeting with her digits again and looked down. The action alone set off silent alarm bells in Grimlock’s helm. There weren’t too many times that Maxima looked small. Being one of the biggest bots on the team, it was hard thing to do. But now, she might as well have crawled into a fetal position. And because of him! Did something happen? Did he do something to her? He couldn’t remember doing anything wrong… or maybe that’s why she was like this!

Maxima let a shaky vent out before looking at him.

“Grim… I… We…”

Oh, to the Pits with this! She took a deep vent and continued.

“Grimlock… We’ve been together for a while. Had our ups and downs. Though, I haven’t had many bad moments with you. Frustrated and sad, yes, but never bad. I love you with all my spark and more than I can possibly put into words. You’ve changed my life for the better and I want to thank you for that, truly. Heh, I would have never thought I’d be in this position a couple years ago, but that just proves how much love can do to a bot… I guess what I’m trying to say is… Grimlock would you do me the absolute honor in being my Conjunx Endura?”

The silence that followed was almost unbearable. He only blinked and stared at her with a dumbfound look on his face. Maxima was slowly starting to regret ever opening her mouth.

“Grimmy… this is the part where you say something… anything… please…”

“…Me?” He pointed at himself. Maxima blinked in confusion.

“Yes you?” Grimlock blinked several times before pointing to himself.

“Me Grimlock? Me? You want me to be your Conjunx?”

Maxima nodded still waiting for an answer.

“Yes, I do… listen Grimlock if you don’t—EEP!”

CLANK!

Maxima was literally swept off her pedes bridal style as Grimlock threw his helm back and laughed. He swayed them both back and forth in a happy rhythm. She never heard this laugh before… it was nice.

“YES! YES! YES! YES!!!”

She was glad that her faceplate was semi-smooched against his chassis as the tears of relief and happiness began to spill out. Laughter began spilling out of her lips as she tried wrapping her arms around him. She readjusted herself so she could try and wrap her legs around his midsection. They only managed so far in his dinobot mode. With all the swinging around, the dinobot accidentally tripped over his own pede and sent them both to the ground.

Grimlock laid down on his back with Maxima securely wrapped in his arms. He looked up at her with a blinding yet loving smile. She reached and booped his snout, a dopey smile adoring her face.

“I love you Sweetspark.”

“I love you more!” He pulled her closer at the end of that sentence. She snuggled closer than she thought was possible.

Looked like everything was going to be alright.

…

Bumblebee knew he should have suspected something was going to happen when Ophelia refused to answer his questions. Mainly the one’s surrounding Maxima’s whereabouts. Sure, it wasn’t exactly his business, but he was team leader. What kind of leader doesn’t know where his team was?

But no! He had better luck asking a brick wall for directions than asking his pseudo sister again.

Ophelia managed to avoid answering the question all day. Normally, he would go ask Grimlock about Maxima, but he was also missing. Last he heard the dinobot had been with Russel, but the boy was with Sideswipe and Strongarm now. Drift was trying to meditate with his minibots and Fix-It not too far away. Denny had just woken up from his afternoon nap.

“You, okay Bee?”

Bumblebee jumped a bit when Steve placed a servo on his shoulder. Despite having a vizor for optics, it was clear that there was some concern behind them. A couple years ago the thought of the Vechicon being one of his closest friends would have sent him to the med bay for laughing too hard.

There was a bit of a rough start between the two mechs, with the whole ex-con thing. The rift opening wider he found out Ophelia had chosen him to be her Conjunx. Everyone said they saw it coming from miles away, but truthfully, he never saw it. Bumblebee made sure to give Steve a version of ‘The Shovel Talk’ away from prying optics or audials. Maxima found out about this and after a swift hit to the back of the helm, gave him a through talking about giving the Vechicon a chance.

…

Bumblebee remembered seeing Maxima leaning against a nearby wall looking at Ophelia and Steve. The couple happily chatting about the ceremony and what they were going to get for their new home. The pair completely missing the somber look not too far away.

He remembered jumping when Maxima suddenly spoke out loud.

“The last time I saw her this happy was a week before the hearing at the Senate.”

Bee calmed his racing spark and stood by her side with his arms crossed. It was always  that the pair had known each other about as long as Optimus had known Megatron.

“Megatronus let her win during a play fight while I had managed to clip him in the face. Orion offered to get us some fresh rust sticks for ‘defeating the mighty Megatronus in combat’. She was gripping Megatronus’s helm with sticky digits while I was trying to convince Orion that I was strong enough to carry him all the way back home.”

She laughed a bit at the memory before going quiet again. He spoke up. “You’re worried about her too?”

“Of course, I am. But I trust that Lia knows what she’s doing.”

Bumblebee looked at her in disbelief. Maxima rolled her optics at him. “Its her life Bee Bee. If she believes that Steve is Conjunx material, then I believe her.”

“DO you think he is?”

She chuckled a bit at the statement making him huff in annoyance. “I’m serious Maxima.”

“Bumblebee, Ophelia’s wants and needs are not the same as mine. I do know that Steve is a good bot though. He’ll treat her like a queen.”

“And all thanks to my talk with him.” Bumblebee said proudly. Maxima squinted her optics at him before lightly slapping his arm.

“Scaring the poor bot is not something to be proud of Bee.”

The smaller bot crossed his arms fraying annoyance but took in the words of the monster truck.

“So, we just have to trust her then? That’s it?”

Maxima nodded her helm. “Yeah, and it also doesn’t hurt to actually get to know Steve you know.”

“Yeah, not gonna happen.”

Maxima shrugged. “Only so much I can do on my end. See you in a couple hours Bee, I got some work to do in restoration.”

She only got in a couple of feet before he blurted out. “Wait!”

Maxima looked back. “Yeah?”

The younger bot suddenly felt embarrassed by the question in his helm… but he really did want to know.

“What are you looking for a Conjunx anyways?”

Maxima laughed loudly at this. “Oh Bee, I’m not looking for anyone right now. Not that I think someone would come along anyways… BUT since you asked and I’m in a good mood… I think I’d be pretty happy with a bot who respects me and can make me laugh. I think I can handle a goof ball. I mean I’ve had to deal with you for years.”

“Hey!”

…

And she was right. It took some time, but the distrust fell and up rose the trust in the ex con.

“Bee?”

Oh yeah, he still hadn’t answered.

“I’m fine. Just worried where Maxima and Grimlock went off to.”

Steve waved his servo off handedly. “I’m sure they’re alright.”

“How can you be so sure?”

Steve looked at him, confused. “…You do remember that they are the team’s heaviest hitters, right? I think we’d know if something happened to them. Like a big explosion or something.”

Bumblebee was about to respond when a loud crashing sound along with yelling was heard. The noise catches everyone’s attention.

Strongarm pulled out her crossbow. “That sounded like Grimlock and Maxima!”

Bee quickly got out his Decepticon hunter and activated it.

Most of the team had already started towards the noise when Grimlock came in running with Maxima in his arms. Fearing for the worst, Bee tried to look over for any signs of injury or struggle.

“Grimlock what happened!?”

“I SAID YES!”

…What?

Everyone was confused by the sudden statement… except Ophelia. The minibot had dropped her data pad and held a bright smile.

“She did it!? She asked you!?”

The dinobot happily nodded nuzzling Maxima’s helm. The poor bot hid her face in her servos and refused to look at anyone.

“Don’t worry, she’s just a bit shy.”

…huh?

Maxima ‘The Last Prime’s daughter’/ ‘Oldest of the youngest’/ ‘I laugh in the face of danger’… SHY?!

Bumblebee’s thoughts were interrupted by Ophelia squealing in glee. She turned to Steve.

“I won the bet! I told you she could do it!”

Steve hung his helm a bit but was still overall happy. “Yeah, yeah you won--”

“CAN SOMEONE TELL ME WHAT’S GOING ON!?”

The young leader was so tired and just wanted to know what in the name of Ratchet’s rusty knee joints WAS GOING ON!

Sideswipe piped up. “Yeah, I think we are just as lost as Bee. What are you talking about Grim?”

“And what do you mean by yes?” Added Strongarm.

Grimlock carefully placed Maxima back on her pedes while swinging an arm around her shoulders. Her servos were away from her face, but the flustered look was in full display. Something very few bots and humans could say they have seen. One of Maxima’s servos reaching to intertwine with the dinobots. The action only seemed to widen his grin.

“I asked Grimlock to be my Conjunx.”

“And I said Yes!”

…

“WHAT!?”

“HUH?!”

“REALLY?”

“I KNEW IT!”

Maxima and Grimlock laughed at the surprised and shocked look on the team’s faces. In the wave of shock Ophelia and Steve made their way over to congratulate the couple.

Ophelia winked at Maxima. “See, what did I say?”

Maxima huffed playfully before kneeling to hug the minibot tightly. Ophelia smiled and hugged back… just as Grimlock grabbed them both and Steve on a giant hug.

“Grimlock!” Steve yelped surprised.

Sideswipe grinned at them “Guess you got another thing in common with Grim, Steve.”

“You mean besides going after the daughters of the leaders of the Great war?” asked Strongarm.

“Nope.”

“Choosing a significant other from the same faction?” Drift added.

“Nope, its catching Bee off guard. Look at him, he’s going to catch a bird with his mouth open like that.” Sideswipe pointed at the gob smacked leader in yellow.

Bumblebee snapped out of his trance and coughed. “I saw this coming.”

Maxima snorted from her spot. “Sure, you did Bee Bee.”

“Hey!”

“Umm, what’s Conjunx?”

The bots momentarily turned to the two humans watching the reactions carefully.

“Maxima asked Grimlock to be her Conjunx. Which if I am not mistaken is asking someone to be their spouse.” Drift answered looking at Bumblebee for confirmation. He nodded.

Denny and Russel’s eyes went wide.

“Wait your getting married?!” Russel exclaimed.

“How does that work? Is it like human weddings or is there something else.” asked Denny

“You’ll have to ask Maxima, she already had most of the ceremony planned already.” Said Ophelia as Grimlock finally let them go from the hug. His servo noticeably lingering close to Maxima’s servo

Maxima looked at the minibot with a mix of betrayal and embarrassment. “Ophelia!”

Grimlock hugged her from behind, making her squeak again from the sudden attack. “Aww you shouldn’t have! You must really like me a lot!”

Sideswipe and the minbots giggled at the squeak. Maxima wished that the ground would swallow her whole. But what was worrying her the most was the teasing glint on Ophelia’s optics.

“I made the call Maxi… and they’re coming!”

Maxima’s optics went wide in surprise and excitement.

“They are?! When?!”

“In a few days they’ll be in the city.”

Maxima grabbed Grimlock’s servo and pulled him along. “C’mon we got to start getting everything ready!”

Grimlock, despite not knowing where he was going, was just happy that Maxima was holding his servo.

Once the pair had left, Bumblebee turned to the minibot. “Who’s coming exactly?”

“Well since we don’t exactly have any communications with Cybertron, I can’t exactly call in Team Prime for the ceremony. However, we do have other members here on Earth. So, I took the liberties of calling them to see if they were interested in coming to observe the ceremony with us.”

Bumblebee suddenly went pale at the end of the sentence. Mainly because of the cross look on Ophelia’s face.

“Did it never occur to you about contacting them since you got here? Really Bumblebee?”

“I- I just—It never came up— How come you didn’t?”

“Because I thought you already had, and they didn’t want to come around because they have other things in life!”

Denny raised his hand. “Who exactly is coming?”

Ophelia smiled fondly. “The human members of Team Prime, of course.”

Happy Valentines day!

[marymary-diva17]

Hi i know its been a while, and i have a request for ya. A valentine's day gift, with human F!reader with ronal and tonowari.

The humans holidays had become a new example for the navi, and soon enough they had started celebrating the holidays from the sky people. It had become mostly important to celebrate these holidays after the sky people, had become very close to the navi and the clans. Seeing it as a far exchange as the humans have embraced the great mother why don't they do the same for humans as well.

y/n " ......." you are sitting down carving some gifts for your mates, as valentines day will be here soon. There had been many holidays that you shared with your mates, after they had asked about your old life as a sky person. As there had been many holidays that you have shared with them.

ronal " hello ma y/n"

y/n " oh ronal you are home"

ronal " well I have gotten done with some my duties and came home, to see who was home right now and it seems like I found you"

y/n " oh yes I'm working on a gift for tonowari"

ronal " oh yes valentines day is coming up once again

y/n " yes it and have made special gifts for you and tonowari, along with the kids as well"

ronal " you re carving a very beautiful necklace for tonowari"

y/n " yes I have been working on this for days and I can't wait to show you and everyone their special gifts"

ronal " you always make special gifs ma y/n"

y/n " thank you" ronal had give you a kiss on the check as you looked at her, and smile at her.

ronal " ever since you told us abut this holiday I have really enjoyed, celebrating it and life has become amazing"

y/n " well I do enjoy celebrating it with everyone as well" you had kissed ronal making her smile back at you, soon enough tonowari had come into the home but stopped dead in his tracks. As he soon saw you and ronal as it seems like he was bringing something home.

tonowari " oh hello ma ronal and ma y/n" the two women chuckled at tonowari reaction, as the man soon relax as his mates looked at him.

Y/n “ tonowari honey is everything okay”

tonowari “ yes everything is fine I didn’t accept to have you both home right now, not that I’m upset about it”

ronal “ so ma tonowari what do you bring home with you”

tonowari “ well seeing that Valentine’s Day will be here soon, I have brought gifts that I shall not show either one of you until the day comes”

ronal “ well it seems like we all have the same idea”

y/n “ you know when i told you all about the holidays, from the humans I never thought everyone to take them up so easily”

ronal “ well you have become our mate and we have made a life here with you, as you have accepted our ways and we shall do the same for you”

tonowari “ even due we had been confused at first, we soon had realized that these holidays see important and special to you and we wish to keep that for you”

Y/n “ thank you”tonowari had kissed your forehead as well, as your mates had sat with you, as they had made their own gifts for you at the moment. Being with your mates had made you very happy during the holidays, even due you are on a new planet life still went on for everyone.

Valentines day

ronal " this gift is for you ma y/n"

tonowari " yes I and ronal had worked on it together" ronal had placed you a gift wrapped in some leather, as you soon removed the leather to see a necklace.

y/n " is so beautiful"

tonowari " we are happy to hear that the pearls and shell on the necklace have a very important meeting"

y/n " oh really"

ronal " yes the meaning is that you are our mate to anyone who see it, and that you are a important to us as well symbol our love forever"

y/n " I love to so much thank you so much"

tonowari " we also love the gifts you have given us as well"

y/n " no matter what happens I shall always love the both of you"

ronal " thank you ma y/n and I shall love you and tonowari as well"

tonowari " I think I'm lucky enough to be blessed by the great mother, with two wonderful mates" The tiro had a wonderful relationship with each other, even due they could be very different from each other they still had something that contacted them together. Soon their household of three will change, as they welcome a new lives into their home and lives. As their love will grow stronger and stronger as the years come and go.

[bookie-bookdust]

When You Were His

Sebastian had this dream—he never told you—of you resting your head on his shoulder in the rain.

CWs: It's sad but not crying sad if that makes sense, but you ain't gonna feel great either?, very minor hint of suicidal thoughts Word count: 875 words Links: read in this post or ao3

Sebastian had this dream—he never told you—of you resting your head on his shoulder in the rain.

It’d happened. Once.

You’d been waiting out the downpour at the mouth of a cave, the cooling mist a comfort against his flushed, damp skin. The edges of both of your robes were drenched, legs kicked out and boots caked in mud.

This wet curl kept bouncing in your eyes, and he made some stupid joke about it that made you laugh so loud your voice echoed into the cave behind you. As if it, too, needed to hold onto the sound and never forget your voice.

He’d learned quickly you had this boisterous laugh, and he worked tirelessly to earn it. You loved puns, the stupidest of them, and he made a mental list of every single one he wanted to tell you.

“Pumpkin pasty?” You fished it from your pocket.

Sebastian blinked, taken by surprise before he snorted. “How many of those do you have stuffed in your pocket right now?”

You sat up, and he instantly regretted the question at the absence of your warmth. But you tugged his hands out, dropping pasty after pasty until six sat in his waiting palms.

“You have a problem.”

“I do not.” You snatched them back, stuffing them away.

He only smirked, but you returned your head to his shoulder as if it was easy, the natural thing to do. And suddenly it felt like he expanded with hundreds of fizzing whizbees. That he floated—as long as he could take you with him.

“I don’t think you should use the relic,” you murmured.

He stilled, his smile dropping. “Where’d that come from?” His shoulders tightened, fists clenching in his lap. “Ominis?”

“No, no.” You sat up to look at him.

The cold rushing in was no longer an absence of warmth. Now it was a warning, a receipt for that which he was owed: cold, quiet solitude. If he couldn’t save Anne there was no saving him either.

“There’s something unsettling about it. I think our ancient magic lead is more promising. Just give it a few days. Let me speak with the Keepers.”

But a few days was the difference between a body warm and a body cold and bloating past expiration. It could—he stopped himself. He couldn’t think about it. He couldn’t think about Anne that way.

“The healers said she’s worse.” He stilled, the words sloshing in his throat.

Your eyes reflected the rain, the flush of your skin, the wet hair clinging to your neck. This no longer felt like running from the rain, laughing all the way for shelter. It was more like clawing out of a drowning storm, bitter and numb.

“They don’t know how much time she has,” he muttered at last.

You didn’t respond, worrying your bottom lip as you studied his face. He wished he knew what you were thinking. He only had the fears he was always trying to emboss on other peoples’ skin.

Surely you thought he’d taken this too far. Like they all did. That the haze was beginning to lift as you understood what they’d been warning you of all along.

Sebastian is just like his father.

Sebastian doesn’t know when to stop.

Sebastian will destroy himself and anyone who comes too close.

“Do you,” he paused, “do you think I’m in over my head?”

You sighed, and the silence that followed made him want to scratch his arms until they bled.

“I think we both are. But do we really have a choice?” You tucked your knees to your chin, staring out at the rain. It still hadn’t let up.

No. There wasn’t a choice.

He thought of that day often. The last moment of calm before everything had shifted. Anne’s letters had stopped. Ominis made his stance clear. But you, you stood by him.

He wished he’d agreed with you. That he’d hurled the relic into the sea. That he’d tucked that wet curl behind your ear. That he’d admitted his feelings instead of swallowing them down as he’d grown used to the taste. It never seemed like the right time. Like he deserved to feel something besides the unsurmountable grief and rage.

Because there had been a choice. There always was.

Even now, he had a choice.

Stay or go. Stay or go.

Stay.

Or go.

“Sallow.” A voice snapped him from his thoughts.

The rain, that moment slipped away, the roaring replaced by waves, angry as they crashed against stone. A different sort of cold crept back into his bones, his damp clothes, his bare feet, under his cracked and dirty nails. The kind of cold that didn’t leave you. Your last true companion.

“Lights out. Unless you want dementors as bedmates.” The guard rattled his cell door before moving on to the next.

It was always the same.

He’d lay down in the cold grimy corner, the blade he’d forged from a scrap of stray metal tucked beneath his mildewed pillow, and he’d have this dream of you resting your head on his shoulder in the rain. That he’d chosen you.

He had this dream of when you were his.

[ephemeralinstance]

Lavellan in Veilguard

The scenes with the Solas-romancing Lavellan in Veilguard are, for me, one of the writing highlights of the game. Of course there are limitations with her being an NPC, but I think that subject to the constraints of the structure of the game, the writer did a really great job of a very difficult piece of writing - creating a depiction of the character that fits with thousands of different versions of Lavellan.

First of all, Lavellan's dialogue is elegant and lyrical, matching the cadence in which Solas speaks and thus showing how in-tune they are even after all these years. One thing I loved about Inquisition was that the language was often really beautiful, so I enjoyed seeing that kind of poetic language return here, and I think the writer understood and captured the heart of what a lot of people loved about the Solas romance - the poetry and beauty of it.

In addition, we get a range of different emotions. Lavellan expresses sadness ('He meant that much'), passion ('You've felt the power of that mind'), anger ('He left me to clean up his mess'), self-doubt ('Am I the prideful one?'). Whatever reaction you personally envision your character as having, you can find it represented in what she says here. I know some people wished Lavellan could have more of an angry confrontation with Solas, but that probably wouldn't have been possible without just allowing us to directly control Lavellan; I think the writer achieved a good compromise by showing us her anger and hurt in this conversation. 

At the same time, she's shown to be mature, self-aware, and reflective. We see her questioning herself, asking 'Am I the prideful one, imagining his broken heart so I'd never have to face my folly?' Lavellan isn't deluded; she's not romanticizing what happened. If she chooses to go with him, it's clear that she isn't naive or being manipulated. She's making this choice in a fully aware, thoughtful manner. And although Lavellan loves Solas deeply, he isn't her first priority. It's important that when Rook asks her if she'd be willing to leave with Solas, she states, 'No. We have to save the world first.' We're shown very clearly that she has a life outside of Solas, and she prioritizes her duty to the people of Thedas: only once her task is done is she able to put herself first, and finally choose her own desires over her duty for once. It's also impressive how clearly she understands Solas, as evident in her speculation that he's left clues because part of him wants to be stopped. I particularly liked the fact that she's shown to have a deeper understanding of him than Rook, as seen in their exchange about 'lies of the heart.' Rook just sees one superficial version of Solas as 'god of lies,' whereas Lavellan understands that although Solas did lie to her, at a deeper level he isn't good at concealing what he really feels. Lavellan absolutely knows and understand Solas' flaws and the 'bad' side of him that Rook has seen, but she also knows a different side of him that no one else has seen. If Lavellan chooses to go with him, it's because she understands him completely: she sees all the good and all the bad in him, and she chooses him anyway.

Finally, sometimes I see people critiquing Lavellan for being passive or not having much going on apart from her connection with Solas. Now first off, this clearly isn't true, since she spends the whole game mustering the armies of the south and sending detailed missives about her military operations - no one in Thedas has more going on than this woman! 

But also, it's important to keep in mind that Lavellan isn't supposed to be a fully-fleshed out character: she's specifically left vague enough so that you can fill in the details with your own Lavellan. For example, we're not told much about what she's been up to in the last ten years, but of course that's not because she's done nothing but pine for Solas: it's simply left unspecified so it can be compatible with different headcanons. Lavellan is specifically written to allow us to fill in the details, and the measure of success is not whether she comes off as a fully-developed character to people who don't have their own Solas-romancing Lavellan (honestly, those people shouldn't even be commenting, this writing isn't for them); the measure of success is whether she works as a stand-in for all of our individual versions of Lavellan. And although of course it's never going to be possible to please everyone, I think the writer did a great job within the limitations of what was possible in the plot.

[6rookie-writer0110]

I thought the night was done

Sam LaRusso x Male Reader

Request: Cobra Kai, dont know if you have seen the show. male reader x Sam LaRusso.

Y/n is Tori’s ex, during the episode where Sam and Tori is at s childrens party where tori is a mermaid.

•sam sits by the pool just thinking back to when Sam and y/n had a huge fight because Sam admittet to only being with him to hurt Tori’s feelings…

Amanda thought it would be fun to take her daughter Sam to a children’s arcade. But Sam doesn't like the idea, because she thinks it's embarrassing.

“Mom I can't believe you convinced me to come here” Sam sighed

“You used to like this place with your brother. Just have fun and forget everything else” Amanda said

“Fine,” Sam said

Amanda went to get the tokens then Sam and Tory noticed each other. Tory isn't happy that Sam is at her work but Sam is in shock and she can't believe it. Sam watches Tory work and she has on a mermaid outfit. Now, Tory starts to tell a story while Sam sits next to the little kids to hear the story. While, Tory is telling the story, Sam would interrupt and Tory is starting to feel annoyed and angry at Sam.

After that, Sam got up and she was walking towards her mom. Tory convinced the kids to throw glitter at Sam with a story. Tory convinced them that Sam is a witch blending in with normal people. The kids start to run towards Sam and she turned around. Suddenly, she feels the glitter hit her then she sees Tory smiling at her.

“Sam?” You said

She turns around and Tory can't believe you are at the arcade.

“Y/N, w-what are you doing here?” Sam asked

“I should be asking what happened to you? Is it a new trend girls wearing glitter?” You teased

You start to wipe the glitter off her shoulders, then she wiped the glitter off her face.

“Something like that but thanks,” Sam said

“I’m here to check on my niece, she loves this place. i see you around, Sam” You said

You walked away and Sam’s smile went away. Between you and Sam it's complicated and she feels bad for what she did. Sam watches you talk to Tory then your niece hugs you from the side.

“What’s wrong?” Amanda asked

“I think he hates me,” Sam said sadly

Amanda put her arms around her daughter's shoulders and they walked away.

“He doesn't hate you. Why would you think that?” Amanda said

“I really like him a lot. I wasn't an idiot, I used him to hurt Tory’s feelings because she used to date him and I just wanted revenge. When I got to know him, I actually started to like him, and he made me feel special but I ruined it” Sam said

“Oh, Sam you shouldn't have done that” Amanda said

“I know, mom. What should I do?” Sam said

“If you want to make it right with him. Apologize first then tell him how you feel, that's the only thing you can do” Amanda said

“Thanks, mom” Sam said

You are still talking to Tory and she wishes things were different.

“I didn't know you were going to be here,” Tory said

“My niece wanted to be with her friends here and play games, plus she loves mermaids,” You said

“Y/N, I-”

“Tory, I don't want to talk about it. You made it clear you want Miguel not me” You said

While dating Tory, she had feelings for you and Miguel at the same time. She started to spend more time with Miguel and you didn't like that and you forbid her to be friends with him, but she is stubborn and she didn't like you telling her what to do. The relationship got messy then the breakup got messy. While single, you started to spend time with Sam, and Tory didn't like that. But Sam knew and she wanted to use you to hurt Tory, but Sam started to get strong feelings towards you but you broke up with her when you found out what she was doing.

Tory still lhas feelings for you and wants you back. You told Sam and Tory to leave you alone because you didn't want them to keep lying to you.

“I’m hungry, Y/N” your niece said

“Okay, we will leave now and get food. Bye, Tory” You said

“Wait. Maybe we could hang out?” Tory said

“I will think about it,” You said

Tory nods and she was hoping you would say yes. She watched you leave with your niece and she sighed heavily. Your niece starts to tell you what she did for fun and Tory told the story about a witch.

✬ ✫ ✯ ✯

Sam is sitting by the pool with her legs in the water. She starts to think back to when she got into an argument with her ex-boyfriend. She blames herself for what she did and she missed the good times she had with him.

You were walking towards the pool and you saw Sam. You noticed that she is sad, you go up to her and sit next to her.

“Sam?, are you okay?” You asked

“Not really,” Sam said

“What’s wrong?” You asked

“Just this amazing guy I let slip through my fingers because of pettiness,” Sam said

“Tell me about him” You said

“he is so sweet, so hot and so amazing in bed,” Sam said

“I think he still has feelings for you too,” You said

“You think miguel still likes me too?” Sam asked

“Wh-wh-what, I thought… oh haha” You laughed

She did smile then she frowned.

“I’m so sorry Y/N. I regret what I did when I hurt you, I wish I could take it back. When I got to know you, my feelings for you got stronger. I hope you don't hate me” Sam said

“I don't hate you, Sam I mean it. I didn't like what you did but I know how you can make it up to me” You smirked

“How?” Sam asked

“Well there is a bathroom right there, I Can think of a few ways to say sorry” You smirked again

“Let’s go” Sam smiled

You and Sam get up and head to the bathroom. Tory is feeling sad and hurt, because she thought you would talk to her but she saw you with Sam. Tory grabbed her stuff and she went home sad. She wishes was with you right now and not Sam.

You and Sam are in the bathroom kissing each other. Sam is smiling and you have your hands on her ass and you squeezed it hard and let out a small moan. You start to kiss her neck but the moment got ruined because you and Sam hear too many people walking into the bathroom.

✬ ✫ ✯ ✯

It’s valentines day and Sam can't wait to see you. Sam finished decorating the pool house with LED lights, she put the gift by the couch and two cupcakes on the table. She can't stop smiling, before she can check her phone you walk in.

“Wow,” You said

“You are here” Sam smiled

She went up to you and put her arms around your shoulders. Automatically you put your arms around her waist, before you can say a word she starts to kiss you. Her lipgloss got on your lips and you don't let go of her.

“I wanted to surprise you” Sam smiled

“I like it” You smiled

You start to kiss her again. After the kiss, she gave you her gift and you start to unwrap it then you kissed her on the cheek. Then you take out a jewrly box and give it to her and she opens it and she gasps.

“Oh, Y/N I love it” Sam smiled big

You put the bracelet on her wrist then she kissed on the lips. You and Sam sit on the couch and staff to eat the cupcakes. Then you and Dam cuddled on the couch and just started to talk, her head is on your chest and you play with her hair.

[cheekblush]

made a mistake at work today and i just want to kms tbh </3

[abyssalreds]

gege needs to retire his character death note and hand it off to asagiri i swear 😭

[justinefrischmanngf]

it’s not that it makes me sad per se but i really could’ve been dating someone i did actually kind of really want to date since JULY. and now the moment is literally so far gone and i didn’t realise until the moment was so far gone !!!

[drysauce]

went on a walk to the nearby park and ngl i think this can fix me

[musical-chick-13]

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[moonsandstar-s]

one of the aspects that i love most about the confession scene is that blake & yang both already know the big truth they haven’t dropped on each other. blake knows yang is thinking ‘i love you’ and yang realizes that blake is thinking it too as the clouds go gold behind her, even though she immediately questions it with the dropping of her gaze and the uncertainty on her face - for them, it’s a matter of being brave enough to speak it into existence rather than revealing previously-unknown feelings to each other. my question is, when do you guys think blake and yang first became aware of how they, themselves, were feeling?