#knockout gimme gimme

[0n1-m0nst3r]

I drew my overglorified sona, I guess

They're so girlfail 👍

[deadqueernoldor]

I hope the sons of feanor had embarrassing nicknames for each other based on some pathetic childhood shenanigans or bad habits

[transingthoseformers]

𝘓𝘢𝘻𝘦𝘳𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘬, 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵, 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘚𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘸𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘒𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘰𝘶𝘵'𝘴 𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘭𝘶𝘣𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘦𝘣𝘴???

[resident-mercie]

Leon Kennedy Slow Burn Fic — Lips of an Angel. (1/?) (NSFW.)

Themes: High School Seniors!AU, slow-burn, pining, best friends to lovers. Eventual NSFW (penetrative sex, cream pie, semi-public sex), mentions of pregnancy and abortion.

Mercie’s note: yes this is self indulgent as fuck lol i don’t care

— With high school graduation fast approaching, Leon Kennedy gives his best friend, Annie, an offer that neither of them can really refuse.

“Well. Fuck me.”

Annie sits on the white tiles of her bathroom floor, a pregnancy test in either hand. And both of them are positive, because the world can’t let this poor girl catch a break. She’d been studying her ass off for Stanford, which was rapidly approaching in about two months time, and now…

“I’m knocked up. Great.”

It’s not like she was a naïve girl — I mean, if she wasn’t intelligent, she wouldn’t have gotten herself a place at Stanford. She knew what she was getting herself into that night, but… it was one of those instances where you assume it’s never gonna happen to you. Until it does.

Annie groans, standing up, placing the two tests on the counter, looking at herself from the side in the mirror. She was about four weeks along, so it wasn’t visible. The only people who know are herself, and her dog, mostly because the goofy labrador wouldn’t leave her stomach alone. But she knows that she has to tell the other half involved in this incident — after all, it takes two to tango.

She opens her phone, and her thumb hovers over the contact for her best friend, Leon.

They were an unlikely duo, for sure. Annie was the reserved one of the duo. Quiet, elegant, slightly aloof to those who don’t know her. Leon would always tease her, telling her she was like the moon, or a black cat, because of her elegance. And he wasn’t wrong, either. While Annie was never able to see her own beauty, she really was ethereal. Cascading red hair, porcelain skin, and these eyes that ascended beyond being just blue… they were so light in colour that they were piercingly so, but there was a hidden vulnerability to them if you took in her appearance for long enough. She was the definition of “slim thick”, a real knockout for sure. As her closest girl friends, Claire Redfield and Jill Valentine would always say— “how the FUCK are you single, Annie?”

It was something she’d just laugh off.

Leon Kennedy, her best friend, was the total opposite, however. He was the extrovert, the excitable golden retriever puppy, the sun. If the boy had a tail, it’d be wagging a mile a minute. He was popular amongst the senior cohort for being the star quarterback, yet he was as down to earth as he was the day he enrolled as a freshman. He was always smiling, always joking, but was always very respectful of everyone he interacted with. He didn’t care for arbitrary things like popularity or body counts— he was a respectable guy, and treated everyone with the respect they deserved, no matter the cliques they ran in. He was a dirty blonde, toned, slightly muscular, but slender in frame. His blue eyes were a lot deeper, and if you were Annie… they were a lot softer, but only for her. His guy friends, Chris Redfield and Carlos Oliveira, had no idea how he didn’t have a girlfriend, either.

Annie swallows back her pride, and dials Leon’s number, tapping her thumb against her other hand in beat to the dial tone.

“Moon-cat… it’s three in the damn morning… is it your cramps acting up again? Want me to sneak out and cuddle you?”

Annie chuckles softly into her cell, wishing it was just cramps.

“Something like that, yeah. It’s fine if you can’t sneak out, I don’t your mom ripping you a new one like last time…”

There’s a genuine, happy laugh from the other line.

“Don’t be silly. Gimme fifteen and I’ll shimmy up your dad’s wisteria climber like I did in junior year. Wait for me to knock on your window, m’kay? Love you!”

Annie chuckles softly as Leon hangs up, walking out of her en-suite bathroom, and into her bedroom again. Given the time of night, she’s still in her pyjamas, which are a cropped black tank top, wine red cycling shorts, and black fuzzy slippers. She waits by the window, smiling at the memory of junior year — her periods were particularly bad that year, and it made her a very crappy, very emotional mess. So, Leon would set it so that his phone would only make notifications from her audible on a night, and whenever she’d call in tears, there he’d be, shimmying his way up that damned climbing plant that trailed up to her window, with tampons and chocolate. And then, they’d lay there, spooning for hours, until dawn rose, and Leon would dash back to his house before his parents realised where he was in the next morning. He’d be exhausted, but it made him so happy knowing that she was being cared for, by him, and that she wasn’t alone at her worst.

The lines of their friendship had always been blurred, which is why Annie was now carrying his child.

It was about a month ago, and it was one of the last games of American Football of the season before state championships. Annie knew jackshit about sports outside of Formula One, but she always came with their little friend group, to cheer as loud as humanly possible for him. Their friend group was herself, Leon, Jill Valentine, Carlos Oliveira, and Chris and Claire Redfield.

She remembers the night so vividly…

Annie returns from the concession stand, with a cherry slushie. It’s staining her lips red, which makes the others giggle. She’s in her favourite outfit, that she always wears to the games— little black dress, long, black, heeled thigh high boots, and a black and baby pink racing-style jacket. She’s tied her long, red hair back, but she’s left her bangs loose at the front, so that they frame her face. Her lips have a little red tint to them — a mixture of the slushie, and her red lip tint, and her black eyeliner is done with near surgical precision. She takes her seat in between Jill and Claire, and she sees Leon doing some last stretches on the pitch, before the game. He sees Annie, and sticks his tongue out at her childishly — it was a pre-game tradition for them both. She sticks her tongue back out at him, and she immediately sees Leon crack up upon seeing her slushie-stained tongue.

He plays flawlessly, as always. But there’s something about him tonight that makes him seem prettier than usual — maybe it’s the way the floodlights are illuminating his face, maybe it’s the sheen of sweat covering his body, or maybe it’s that damned goofy smile he cracks at her with each touch-down he scores. The friend group are cheering and chanting his name, but Annie is the loudest. She always has been.

The game ends, and naturally, with Leon on the field, it’s a landslide victory, The friend group walk onto the pitch after the game, praising Leon on the win that he made happen. But he always hugs Annie first and tousles her hair, before he reacts to any of the praise.

Chris is grinning.

“Well, folks. Whose turn is it to treat Leon to his celebratory milkshake this time?

Leon chuckles, but waves his hand.

“You guys go on without me. I need to do some cooldown stretches before I go anywhere. I won’t be able to walk in the morning if I don’t.”

“Damn, Leon! That sounds like what I feel like after I’ve gone out hooking up for the night in my car. But it’s way more fun for me, because I get the chicks, and you all you get is to throw a pigskin around.” Chris laughs. “We’ll see you at the diner, yeah? Don’t be late or the free milkshake offer will expire.

Leon just rolls his eyes playfully.

“Yeah, yeah. See you guys in a little while.”

The others head to the diner, but Annie hangs back, smiling at Leon. They look back, expecting her to come with, but Carlos just shakes his head and laughs.

“Leave those two to it. They’re looking at each other with those damned eyes they give each other again. ‘Just best friends”, my ass.”

The others laugh, partially in amusement, partially in agreement, and they head to leave the pitch,

Annie walks up to him, wrapping her arms around him slowly.

“You were incredible out there, really. That thing you did where you threw the ball on the ground? Incredible. Sent everyone fucking bananas.”

Leon laughs softly, wrapping his arms around her waist.

“Ever considered the whole sports commentary thing after graduation next month instead of Stanford? You really do have a way with words that makes American Football sound riveting.” He rolls his eyes playfully, nudging her. “C’mon, let’s go sit on the bleachers for a while. I just wanna relax for a bit, because you know the moment we step foot in that damned diner, Chris and Carlos are gonna be ribbing each other over something stupid.”

Annie laughs softly, and Leon takes her hand, and they sit in the very top corner of the bleachers. Everyone has gone now, and the stars are out, illuminating the two souls, whose connection goes beyond just the platonic— but they’re currently none the wiser.

She rests her head on Leon’s shoulder instinctively, as they look up at the stars together. They see one shoot by, and Annie gasps happily.

“Shooting star! You gotta make a wish, Leon.”

Leon laughs softly, breaking his gaze from the stars, to look at Annie’s face.

“C’mon, you seriously don’t believe in all that, right?”

Annie pouts, nudging him playfully.

“I still made a wish,” she grumbles softly.

Leon puts of an act of mock defeat, holding his heart dramatically, as if he’s just been wounded.

“And you didn’t tell me? C’mon, An—ni—iiie! Tell me!” He laughs, shaking her by the shoulders, which makes Annie giggle.

“I can’t tell you. You’ll take the piss out of me.”

“I’m your best friend,” Leon chuckles. “Taking the piss out of you is basically my full-time occupation.”

Annie glares playfully, and Leon notices a slight hint of blush creep across her cheeks.

“F-fine. My wish is… that I’m not gonna graduate as a virgin. I’m one of the only people, to my knowledge, who is still a virgin in the senior cohort. There’s six weeks till graduation, and I’d feel like a total loser if I graduated as a virgin.”

Leon laughs aloud into the stars, but then his expression softens when he realises that Annie really means it.

“Annie… it’s just a dumb teen rite of passage. You don’t gotta do it if you don’t wanna.”

“I know, I know. But after graduation, I have two months, before I end up at Stanford. And I guess… I want my first time to be special, rather than with a college frat boy who sees me as just another notch on his bedpost, you know?’

Leon’s face softens, and he takes his hand in hers, and their gazes both return back to the stars.

“You know I’m still a virgin too, right, Annie?” Leon chuckles softly.

“Bullshit. There’s no way you haven’t lost yours.”

“I’m being serious.”

They both go quiet again, Leon running his calloused thumb over the soft skin of her hand. The stars are flashing, twinkling, and Leon places a gentle kiss on the top of her head.

“Are you really serious about losing your virginity before graduation, Annie? Is this something you really want?”

Annie nods, sighing softly as she keeps her gaze on the stars.

“In that case… let me pitch what might be the most bizarre offer in the history of our friendship, ever,” Leon chuckles, still rubbing her thumb over her dainty little hand. “If you’re dead set on wanting to have your first time, then… let it be with me, your best friend. Let’s give each other our virginities, right here, right now.”

“Wait, for real?”

“Only if you wanna, of course. The bleachers are empty, so… why not?”

Leon stands up, sliding off his varsity jacket. He lays it out on the bleacher table, smiling.

“It’s not the most ideal, I know. But I think having our first times under the stars would be way prettier than doing it in the back of that damn car you never clean,” he teases “so… what do you say?”

Annie stands up now, wrapping herself around Leon, looking up at him with those intensely blue eyes.

“Thank you, Leon. There’s… no one else I’d want to do this with.”

He smiles, and his lips graze against hers softly, his hand coming up to wrap itself against her cascading, red mane. There’s a tenderness, and a hidden longing oozing from the both of them, Annie craning her neck slightly to meet his mouth. Her own hands snake up the back of his neck, and she seems to pull him in closer, desperate for time to just freeze, and for the two of them to be stuck in this moment forever. Annie’s tongue softly meets his lower lip, a sensation that makes Leon shudder in arousal.

“Annie, f-fucking hell…” Leon groans, immediately feeling all the blood rush between his thighs. He’s kissing back with longing, pining, and Annie is moaning softly against his lips.

His free hand travels lower, caressing her ass softly, worshipping her curves with his hand.

“You’re beautiful, Annie,” Leon breathes, pulling away from her softly with a smile. “To do this for you, it’s… well, let’s just say I’m feeling like I’m a damn lucky guy.”

Annie giggles softly, as she presses her forehead to his, her breath hot and sweet. “You’re pretty too, Leon. Pretty damn silly.”

Leon laughs softly, grazing his lips against hers, groaning at the touch. He’s already pitching a tent, and Annie feels herself throbbing from such a simple, yet intimate touch. He scoops her up into those athletic arms of his, and lays her on the varsity jacket he’d laid out on the bleacher bench earlier. He smiles softly at her, as he climbs on top of the bench, over her, caressing her face with his calloused fingertips.

“I-I’m already hard, Annie, I-I won’t lie. I might not last very long…” Leon gives her that signature lopsided smile, and Annie just giggles softly.

“I don’t care about that, Leon. Having you do this for me… well, I can’t thank you enough.”

Leon presses his lips to hers, pining for her touch, and they moan against the other’s lips, as they graze their tongues against one another in such an intimate state.

“Th-the pleasure’s all mine, Annie…”

Leon’s hands snake up her dress, and he looks for Annie to give him the go ahead to slide down her panties, and she nods. They’re black silk, which makes Leon smile softly, and he turns to Annie.

“Good choice in panties.” He chuckles, bringing them down around her ankles.

“Only the best for me.” Annie rolls her eyes playfully, which makes Leon laugh softly, looking at his best friend with an admiration and affection that’s bubbling over the boundaries of platonic.

Leon’s fingers find their way between her thighs, and to her pussy. His thumb finds her clit with ease, and he massages the little bud, while his index and middle fingers trace softly around the outside of her wetness. Annie lets out a happy little purr, arching her back at the touch. The sound she lets out simultaneously makes Leon so happy to see his best friend having a good time, but also makes him even more horny, if that’s even possible. He can’t help but kiss her thighs softly and messily, and Annie lets out a sound that’s half giggle, half moan.

“I’ve always told you this…,” he murmurs from in between her thighs, “but you’ve always had the prettiest voice. You know that, right?”

The sweet smell of her pussy is making him whimper, and he can’t help but lap softly at it, which makes Annie whimper in turn. This is Annie’s experience, he thought to himself, and he just wants to worship every bit of her body, like it deserves. Annie reaches her hand down to stroke his hair as he laps softly at her, her eyelashes fluttering at the sensation. Her happy little moans are like cocaine to him, and he can’t help but smile and whimper with each contented noise she makes.

He gets up from his position now, and leans over the top of her again, running his fingers over her fading self-harm scars from sophomore year, smiling at her with such an intense admiration for her body. Annie can feel the heat rising inside her, and she lets out a little breathy “I’m ready, Leon.”, smiling at him softly. Leon bites his lip a little, sliding down the trousers of his football uniform, his belt making a slight clinking sound. He shakes them from his ankles clumsily, which makes Annie giggle, and him smile. As he pulls down his boxers, Leon notices he’s already been dribbling pre-cum, just from the feel of her lips and the taste of her wetness alone.

Annie giggles softly, as she watches him toss his boxers aside with the trousers of his football uniform.

“Man, I must taste good for you to react like that.”

Leon chuckles, as he climbs back on top of her.

“You were always somehow even prettier when you were more self-confident, Annie.”

He takes one of Annie’s little hands in his larger ones, their fingers interlocking, while the other holds her waist.

“If it feels like too much, promise me you’ll say something. This is your experience, moon-cat.”

“I promise, sun-puppy.”

Leon slides into her, and for a split second, their visions blur, at the sheer sensation of their bodies becoming one. If there was an ultimate nirvana, it was this. Two best friends, who didn’t even realise that in a matter of months, their feelings would stretch beyond the platonic entirely. They both moan at the same time, and then smile at each other, laughing breathlessly. Annie’s hand tightens its grip around Leon’s, as his thrusts start softly and gently in intensity. He’s so needy, so hard, that Annie is almost certain that she can feel him throughout her whole body. She smiles at him, smiling breathlessly, mouth slightly agape, as if to say, ‘keep going’. As they share one another under the stars, all that Leon is thinking about is Annie. And all Annie is thinking about is Leon. She’s quivering pleasurably underneath him, as she wraps her legs around Leon’s toned back, which makes Leon smile softly, kissing the corner of her mouth. Annie uses her free hand to play with his hair, smiling breathlessly at him. It was if they were high, or drunk, on one another. The other’s touch, the other’s pheromones, the other’s presence. It’s as if they can both feel a molten heat rising in their cores, as Leon keeps his gentle pace, but it’s clear they’re both ready for their releases.

“Leon…”

Leon takes his free hand, caressing her cheek.

“Annie.”

She’s tightening and convulsing around him, as if her body is trying to pull him in closer, deeper. It’s so heavenly that they’re both losing their damn minds — their senses totally clouded by the presence of the other. Leon moans her name softly, groaning as he kisses the corner of her mouth, his cock twitching, flooding her needy pussy with his hot cum. Annie’s eyes roll back. and she pulls Leon closer with her free hand and her legs, and she tightens around him as she reaches her own climax. She’s left a very sweet flood of arousal at the base of his softening cock, as the both of them lay there, spent, panting, but grinning. Annie wasn’t on birth control, and Leon didn’t have a condom to hand, but the feeling of the sex— no, the love-making between them, had completely clouded their judgment. As Leon pulled out, the two of them started laughing breathlessly, and he kissed her forehead tenderly…

As Annie is reminiscing from that night a month ago, she hears a gentle tap at the window. It’s Leon, her “sun-puppy”, having shimmied up the wisteria plant with his iconic lopsided grin, waiting to be let in.

“Hey, moon-cat! I brought chocolate. What’s up, anyway?”

Annie gulps softly as he very clumsily rolls through her window, and takes a deep breath.

This is gonna be one helluva conversation.

[blighted-lights]

i have to do every meme u rb bc friendship code. but tfp soundwave, my most jealous wife. gimme the hcs 🫵🌸

(TFP Soundwave, IDW Sunstreaker, IDW First Aid, and IDW Ravage have all been asked for! Feel free to send in an ask for any character that isn't one of these four 🌸❗️Not limited to followers or mutuals, so go wild!)

First Impression: Oh, this design FUCKS. My first watch-through of TFP happened when I was very young so I cannot remember much of my first impressions of each character, but I do remember really, really liking how Soundwave looks in TFP. More than that, I LOVED the idea of Soundwave being a stealth aircraft + his full-face glass visor. While Knockout was, and is, my favorite character in TFP, Soundwave was also very up there when I was first starting to watch the show. Keep in mind I was a kid so I wasn't having many mega-brained thoughts on him quite yet. I thought he looked sick as hell, he was cool when he fought, and I wanted his gender.

Impression Now: It's a mix of two things. One, not only does this design fuck, but given the chance I'd tap in a heartbeat, no one could pull me out. And two, he's um... well. He's not much of an actual character, is he? I believe he is one of the Decepticons we see the most, but it feels like he's in the background for most of his scenes. And aside from his loyalty to Megatron and his care for Laserbeak, we don't really know that much about him. He doesn't really have personal relationships with the other 'Cons outside of Megatron and Laserbeak, he doesn't have any hobbies from what we can tell, he's got a bit of a snide sense of humor sometimes but not often, and he's mostly shadowing other characters when he is on-screen. Plus, we never get to see extra moments with him like we'd get with the rest of the Decepticons. It's a bit of a shame. He's still one of my favorites of TFP, but his rank is a bit lower on the leaderboard now that I've watched the show a few times.

Favorite Moment: Very hard pick. There are a handful of scenes that I really, really like with TFP Soundwave, but I think the one that stands out to me the most is when Laserbeak is injured by Wheeljack and Ratchet, he abandons his fight with Wheeljack to go to her once he gets her signal. This is probably the most characterization we really get to see for this Soundwave. I go back and forth on this scene a bit because it feels icky that Ratchet and Wheeljack refer to Laserbeak as an it/a drone so often, so it's one of my least favorite scenes in general, BUT it's one of my favorite scenes for Soundwave because we get to see his care for Laserbeak.

Idea for a Story: I would LOVE to read/write a fic or see art of Soundwave returning to the Decepticons after being captured by the Autobots and learning that Megatron intentionally did not go to save him. Like I am sure this is something Soundwave understands already, but I want to see him realize that he was essentially abandoned and left in Autobot hands by the one person who he'd sworn loyalty to above all others. Soundwave was going to be tortured. He could of died. And Megatron wasn't even willing to go after him, despite everything Soundwave did for him. I would eat this UP.

Unpopular Opinion: Do I... do I have an unpopular TFP Soundwave opinion? Not sure. I'm not sure if I'd really call it unpopular, but it's an opinion I don't see very often. I wish we got to see Soundwave outside of Megatron's influence. And I don't mean having Soundwave while Megatron isn't in charge- we had that before. I want to see him act outside of Megatron's will. The leader/servant dynamic is one that is only interesting to me if there is conflict between the two parties, OR if there is an equal level of respect and care between the two. That is not the case with TFP Megatron and Soundwave. Sure, Megatron values Soundwave, as Soundwave is one of the only consistently competent people around, but he doesn't care enough about Soundwave to protect him. Value ≠ care or respect. It just means Soundwave is useful to Megatron.

Favorite Relationship: Soundwave and Laserbeak. Easily. She's the only person Soundwave seems to give a fuck about outside of Megatron, and it's very clear that this care is returned, as Laserbeak was the one who went after Soundwave when he was captured by the Autobots. I wish I had more to say here but Laserbeak is even less of a character than Soundwave, so there isn't much to go off of. I also like that this Soundwave actually has a gap in his armor that Laserbeak docks to, rather than just his usual tape-deck. It makes it obvious that the bond he has with Laserbeak is singular, as there are no other cassettes present in the TFP show, and it makes it feel more personal.

Favorite Headcanon: Soundwave does not have a conventional face under his mask. I might not know WHAT is under there, but I do know that I hope it is cool as fuck, and a face isn't going to cut it. Give me a mess of wires connected to his glass visor. Give me a single glowing optic and a fucked up mandible mouth. Give me anything that isn't two eyes and an average mouth. Make him fucked up!!

[dc418writes]

•Where’s the Love?•

✨Pairing✨: fighter!Curtis Everettxblack!reader

Summary🪄: Little Anya has some beef with her father

⚠️: pretty much all tooth rotting fluff, a couple bad language words, mentions of verbal abuse

A/N🎙️: this is based off an Instagram video I saw (that I wish I had the link for but I do not🥲), and I hope you guys like it!

*Disclaimer!: although collage was made by me, I DO NOT CLAIM OWNERSHIP of photos used as they were all found in Pinterest*

“Are you..Y/N Y/L/N?”

“Yes,” you answer immediately being handed a box and bouquet of pink and white daisies. “W-wait, what’s-?”

“Happy Valentine’s Day. Enjoy,” the deliverer sighs sounding less than enthused as she journeys back to her van. Closing the door with your foot, a smile graces your lips already knowing it couldn’t be from anyone but Curtis.

I know we agreed no presents this year, but I couldn’t resist. I saw the flowers walking to the gym and all I could think about was you. I know, so cliche right? But it’s true.

I’m uh..you know I’m not the best at this, but you and babygirl are literally my world and I know I’ve been gone a lot, which sucks, but I just wanna make sure y’all are good. That we’re good.

Hopefully I can see you soon, and give my baby plenty of kisses for me. -Love, Curtis

“Presents?!,” a small voice gasps as her little feet patter into the kitchen next to you.

“Yea mamas look,” you smile lifting her to rest on your hip so she could clearly see everything. “Daddy bought a cake for us for Valentine’s Day! Looks yummy right?”

“Mhm!” Her chipper mood seems to fall though noticing only your name on the pretty bouquet resting on the counter.

“What’s wrong buggie?”

“Only your flowers. Not mine.”

“Aw Anya, they’re just as much yours as they are mine.” She’s not too happy with your answer though, remaining quiet as she rests her head on your shoulder.

“Why don’t we call daddy so you two can talk, yea?”

Reaching for your phone, it doesn’t take long for him to answer your call after you’ve dialed. Lips brightly stretched wide and face dripping sweat, he clearly had just finished his training session as he sits near the wide window and the sun’s rays shine behind him.

“There’s my girls! You like your surprise?”

“We did. Thank you honey it was really sweet, but uh Anya wants to talk to you.”

“What’s up babygirl?” Sitting down on the couch, you’re able to angle your screen so he can see the pout and disappointed look on your three-year-old’s face. Her deep brown curls fighting for attention as they fall near her hazel eyes.

His frown mimics her own hearing her little sniffles as she wipes her eye. “Why so sad?”

“No flowers..”

That confuses him at first until it dawns on him, making him softly sigh scratching the back of his neck with his still taped hand.

He didn’t purposely mean to hurt his little girl and make her feel left out. Curtis genuinely thought she’d be more excited about the cake - having a sweet tooth so big, it’d make Willy Wonka himself gasp - than flowers she couldn’t do anything with. Clearly he was mistaken.

“You don’t love me?,” she asks with watery eyes that further break his heart.

“Of course I love you Anya. In fact, I love you past the farthest star in the sky. You know how much that is?”

She gently shakes her head now sitting up beside you.

“It’s so much, I can’t even hold my arms out wide enough to show you,” he smiles chuckling at her shocked expression and the little “wow” that leaves her mouth. “I’m sorry I made you sad though. Daddy’s gonna make it up to you, okay?”

“Okay,” Anya nods.

“Now, gimme the knockout.” Instantly, she’s flashing her biggest, widest smile before giggling at Curtis’ dramatic display of clutching his chest and flailing backwards. It was one of their many cute daddy-daughter antics that never failed to make you smile and, in turn, miss him even more.

At the sight of his agent impatiently tapping his watch with a slew of photographers and journalists behind him, Curtis sighs trying to put on a brave face for his family. “I’m doing this for my girls,” he silently reminds himself. Giving them the life they deserve.

“Alright I gotta go. Be good for mommy.”

“Comin’ home today?!,” she asks with that adorable tilt of her head making some of her coils spring up and down.

“N-No, I don’t think I’ll be able to make it today.” He doesn’t miss the disappointment and hurt that flashes across her face. The one on yours either. “I’m gonna see if I can make something happen though.”

“Okay, give daddy kisses. He still has work to do,” you sigh trying not to let the underlying heartbreak take over your tone. Watching the both of them leave a peck on the screen alleviates the pain a bit, but not enough for you to forget.

“Do I get kisses from mommy too?,” Curtis asks with that boyish smirk that’s worked on you since high school. The slight tilt of his head reminding you of sitting in the back of that library all those years ago.

“Sure. The moment you walk through that door.” Your innocent smile has him chuckling.

“Cmon Dex, ya gonna leave me like that?” Your silence as you smooth your daughter’s hair out of her face pretending to ignore him makes a smug grin appear on his as if he had something up his sleeve. “Alright then. I still love you though.”

You try, but it’s impossible to hide your smile when his blue eyes look at you like that. Like you were his world filled with peace and all the good he ever could’ve asked for.

“Love you too.”

“Love you daddy!,” Anya grins one last time before giving him another kiss he happily “grabs” to place on his lips.

“I love you! I’ll talk to you later okay?” The small apartment is quiet again after saying your final goodbyes and hanging up with Curtis. Both you and little Anya leaning on each other still sat on the couch wishing he was home.

“You know what? We should have a girls day. Nails, a little shopping-,”

“Ice cream!!,” Anya excitedly shouts jumping into your arms and giving you a much needed laugh and cuddles.

“Of course.” Anything to get away from that apartment. “Cmon let’s get ready.”

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Hey. Hate we couldn’t talk tonight, but I know you’re busy (sent 8:29 pm)

Hopefully we can hear your voice tomorrow💕(sent 8:30 pm)

Love you, and get some rest 💋(sent 8:30 pm)

Staring at your phone, you wonder if you should still call so he could at least say goodnight to Anya. It was part of their routine and he never missed it - much to his agent’s displeasure. He even tried to make a “no calls after eight” rule after he happened to overhear one of your late night conversations, but of course - ever the rebel - Curtis told him where he could shove that rule.

“Jammies mommy.” Standing in her fairy themed, light green pajamas she twirls with a wide smile before bouncing on the balls of her tiny feet.

“Look at you! You put them on all by yourself,” you smile sweeping your giggling daughter into your arms to kiss all over her face. “I’m proud of you.”

“Next, call daddy for goodnights!”

“No not tonight buggie. Daddy’s a bit-,”

The knocks at the front door startle you both definitely not expecting any visitors at this time of night.

“Mom-,”

“Shh sweetie,” you whisper holding her tight as you wait for whatever was to come next. Hopefully nothing.

Another knock follows soon after, further increasing your heart rate for who could be on the other side. With your boyfriend’s not so squeaky clean past, you can only hope it’s merely a person at the wrong door.

“Wait here okay?,” you softly instruct Anya leaving a kiss to the top of her head as your sock covered feet slowly pad to the door. Attempting to peek out the peephole, you’re only met with darkness from it being covered.

Whoever was there clearly didn’t want you seeing them until they said so.

“Who is it?”

“Open and find out.”

The all too familiar voice has relief sweeping over your body as your fingers work to unlatch all the locks. Silently, you curse your landlord for having so many installed rather than investing in a proper security system, or guard at least.

Eventually you open the door to his muscular form leaning against the doorframe. His blue eyes clearly tired, but so happy to see his girl again. He barely gets a foot inside before your lips are on his; holding him close with your fists clutching the front of his gray hoodie.

“I see the attitude’s gone,” he jokes before pecking your lips once more and along your jaw.

“Curtis what-,”

“Daddy?!,” your daughter squeals peeking from the couch to make sure she heard you correctly. Her face brightens as Curtis kneels smiling just as wide as her. “Hi Daddy!”

You move just in time as Anya runs right into his chest wrapping her small arms around his neck and burying her face into his shoulder. “Missed you.”

“I missed you too baby girl.” He plants kisses to her temple and all along her face making her giggle from his ticklish facial hair. “Hey I got something for ya.”

From behind his back he holds out a small bouquet of colorful roses that instantly makes her gasp before briefly going outside to bring in a dark brown teddy bear big enough for her to sleep on if she wanted. It makes both of you chuckle the way she bounces on her toes and claps unable to contain her excitement.

“You like it mamas?”

“Mhm!,” she nods tightly hugging her new toy. “Tank you!”

“You’re welcome, but Anya I really want you to listen to what daddy’s about to say...” At his slightly more authoritative tone, she lets go of her furry friend to stand in front of Curtis squatting down to be at her level. Her tiny hands nervously wringing around each other behind her back and big eyes staring up at her father patiently waiting for what was to come.

“Gifts does not measure amount of love, okay?,” he begins holding out his hands for her to grab. “Yes it’s a nice way to show someone how much you care for them, but it’s also not the only way either. Understand?”

There’s a pause before she hesitantly nods her head of curls. “Yes…you still love me.”

“I’ll always love you. And daddy’s sorry again for hurting your feelings.”

“S’okay,” she smiles placing a sweet kiss on his cheek and giving him another quick hug. “Now, help please.”

She returns to her bear trying to tug it’s arm toward the hall, but it only moves a couple inches making her huff in frustration.

“Of course baby girl,” he chuckles. “I got you.”

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It’s nearly 11 when Curtis carefully enters your shared bedroom. After placing George the bear - how his daughter came up with George he didn’t know - in the corner near her closet, Anya of course wanted Curtis to read her a story. One then turned into two, which then led to catching him up on everything at daycare with auntie Max.

Well, to the best she could that is. Just turning three not too long ago, clearly communicating was still a challenge at times. But he didn’t mind - he thought it was adorable honestly - and sat on the floor beside her bed listening intently to every word until she talked herself to sleep.

“Everything went okay?”

“Yea, she’s completely out,” he replies. A smirk forms along his lips - and a giggle escapes yours - as he crawls over your relaxed body lying in bed. His nose gently taps against yours before your mouths collide for the second time tonight. This time more passionate, showing just how much you missed each other.

You can tell there’s more behind it though.

Pulling away, your thumb slowly grazes along his cheekbone taking in the fading bruise that was nearly gone, but still needed a day or two to heal. Your face unknowingly shows your disapproval making Curtis peck the inside of your wrist. “I’m fine.”

“I know. Still don’t like it though.”

He lowly chuckles leaning down to nibble along the column of your neck. “I know Dex.”

“So how long do we get with you? I know Simon didn’t okay your field trip.”

“Simon can kiss my ass. He doesn’t control me, I’m a grown man,” he retorts in a grumble while lifting his head that only causes you to roll your eyes. Why didn’t he just get rid of him if he hated him so much?

“I don’t wanna think about that alright? Lemme focus on my girl.” Your hand blocks anymore kisses he tries to distract you with sitting up to have more control if he dared try.

“Don’t.”

He sighs in defeat before lying on his back with long arms stretched over his head. A small bit of his lower abs and happy trail peeking from his hoodie and shirt rising. “…I gotta be to the airport in a couple hours.”

Yes it hurt, but you already suspected as much simply nodding as you slide closer to him. “Did you tell Anya?”

“Yea, s’why bedtime took longer.” He debated against it, not wanting to see that excitement fade from her beautiful face and tears well up in her eyes so similar to yours. But if not then with him, it’ll be left for you to deal with in the morning. Admittedly an unfair cop out on his part.

“Curtis…are you sure this is what you want?,” you whisper. He’s quiet, slowly blinking at the ceiling as he scratches at his scruff in reflective thought. Truthfully, he wondered that himself at times while landing blow after blow to the black punching bag. Or on his daily night jog where his thoughts boomed louder than the music in his ears.

“It’s all I know. All I’m good for.”

“That’s not true.” He snorts at that, turning to look at you with a disbelieving grin.

“Y/N, you of all people know-,”

“Know your past? Know the dark stuff that’s always lurking? Yea I was there, but that’s not all you are baby.”

It’s hard for him to believe that with his father’s gravely voice plaguing his mind at the most inopportune times.

“Just like your old man. All you bring is pain and destruction,” he darkly chuckles before taking a swig from his trusty flask he’s had since Curtis could remember. Probably earlier than that.

“Too bad your brother had to find that out the hard way huh?”

Your thumb grazing over the cut in his dark eyebrow brings him back, now focused on you and your soft smile.

“Where’d you go?”

“It’s..uh..it’s late. You should get some rest.”

Watching your expression change to quizzical, Curtis already knows what’s coming next.

“I only have…an hour and a half left with you. I’m not spending that time asleep unless you’re sleeping with me. If not, then I guess we’re both gonna be up,” you confidently respond. Playfully rolling his eyes, he sucks his teeth as he taps his pec signaling you to join him - which you happily oblige draping your leg over his hips with a giddy curl to your full lips.

“Damn you’re stubborn,” he chuckles lightly rubbing along your thigh and it’s adjoining cheek.

“I’ve been told.”

[keef-a-corn]

During one of my shower rock fests that are actually just my personal prompt generator time I realised that Transformers Prime X ABBA works weirdly well

Dancing queen - Cue compilation of Transformers Prime best moments, including any bot dance moves (aka all of Starscream’s dramatic monologues and that time Bee danced with Raf)

Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! - Literally just the decepticons✨

Mamma Mia - The Autobots✨

The Winner Takes It All - Megatron and Optimus in a buttshell

Take a Chance on Me - Knockout when Starscream’s trying to become leader.

Waterloo - Optimus anytime death is within his grasp (before it’s replaced with life)

Knowing Me, Knowing You - Optimus when he’s willing to kill Megsypoo

One of Us - quite literally A N Y Autobot that appears in the show.

Fernando - IS ARCEE SINGING ABOUT CLIFF.

SOS - Bee (platonic love because it would be about Optimus [season 1] or Ratchet [start of season 3])

Super Trouper - Synth-En Ratchet

Lay All Your Love on Me - Starscream anytime he’s sucking up to Megatron

Chiquitita - Team Prime when Bumblebee during Operation: Bumblebee

Does Your Mother Know - Autobot and Decepticon anthem when a decepticon is trying to get into an Autobot’s head. (Figuratively.)

Voulez-Vous - Imagine all the season finales except this song plays throughout the concluding battles.

Money, Money, Money - The song for the montage of Autobots just taking the scrap that happens to them.

Thank You For The Music - Honestly? Orion Pax singing this. It’s not plot relevant. But him singing quietly to himself while he works.

I do, I do, I do, I do, I do - *screams in trying to work out if this is Megatron to Orion, the decepticons to Megatron, Knockout to Breakdown (or visa versa)*

Slipping Through My Fingers - I DON’T CARE IF I JUST LOOK TO FAR INTO IT, RATCHET OR OPTIMUS SINGING ABOUT BUMBLEBEE. FIGHT ME.

Our Last Summer - ANY RECOUNTS OF CYBERTRON.

So Long - Soundwave. Soundwave. Soundwave.Soundwave.Soundwavesoundwavesoundwavesoundwa-

Tiger - Smokescreen trying to act reckless while an Autobot is always on his ass. OR MECH theme song.

Honey, Honey - Shockwave fans when Shockwave.

Nah but Knockout and Breakdown.

She’s My Kinda Girl - Megatron when Orion.

TODAY I FOUND OUT ABBA HAS A SONG CALLED ‘BUMBLEBEE’ AND IT PERFECTLY DEPICTS WHAT IT WOULD FEEL LIKE LISTENING TO BUMBLEBEE’S AND RAF’S THOUGHTS ABOUT EACH OTHER AND HOW THEY SPEND THEIR TIME TOGETHER.

I may do more later.

But I think you get it.

edit:

Under Attack - must I explain? MUST I?

[pastelpaperplanes]

so Cops & Mobs,,,it’s been a minute >:]

[okidokitokki]

Don't @ me but ngl I've never really been a fan of Knockout

Don't hate him or anything I just didn't like him

[thatfantasylovingdork]

I haven’t even watched tfp but already I wanna write a fic where Knockout takes care of Starscream after Screamer gets hurt, and then KO falls in love with him and becomes his protector against Megatron.

Has anyone already done this/shipped this? Gimme fic recs if you like. And if you can’t think of fics I will eventually write this.

(I really need to work on my Skystar fic….)

[starprin101]

Soundstar As Popular Ship Dynamics:

Idiot X "Fuck That's My Idiot"

Someone (probably Steve or Knockout): Hey some dude is flying off the ship backwards!

Soundwave: Wow what an idiot.

Starscream: I'm gonna fly off the ship backwards!

Soundwave: Oh no thAT'S MY IDIOT!

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Full Of Themselves X Done

Starscream: You ever just look at yourself in the mirror and go "Wow I look hot today!"

Starscream: Because HA! I do that every 20 minutes!"

Soundwave: *roles optics*

Starscream: Come on, admit it, you think I'm cool

Starscream: Huh? Huh?

Starscream: Come on! Come on!

Soundwave: *banging head against the wall*

Starscream: Ugh! It's exhausting being this attractive all the time!

Starscream: What a shame I'm a 10 living in a world of 6s

Soundwave: Yeah on a scale from common to infuriating

Starscream: Ugh! Too many clothes!

Starscream: Too many clothes to suit my beautiful body it's impossible to choose!

Soundwave: Yeah well can you get your stupid body over here we have work to do

Starscream: Come on, you think I'm hot! You think I'm hot!

Soundwave:

Starscream: You think I'm hot! You think I'm hot!

Soundwave: OKAY FINE. YOU'RE HOT. YOU'RE COOL. YOU'RE SUPER ATTRACTIVE AND YOU HAVE A GREAT PERSONALITY. NOW CAN WE PLEASE JUST GET BACK TO WORK.

Starscream:

Starscream: *smirks*

Soundwave: ... No. Don't you look at me like that!

Starscream:

Soundwave: NO. You're still obnoxious as fuck okay!?

Starscream: I'm not saying anything

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Rival X Rival

Starscream: Haha yeah! 🎶Party rockers in the house tonight!🎶

Soundwave: It's "party rock is in the house tonight"

Starscream:

Soundwave:

Starscream:

Soundwave:

*they proceed to make out*

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Chaos Incarnate X Indifferent

Starscream: And this is the laser blaster that will blow Megatron to SMITHEREENS at best! Or, catch on fire at worst.

Soundwave: Yes dear, do you want me to bring your energon to you?

Starscream: OF COURSE I WANT YOU TO BRING IT TO ME!

Soundwave: Hey. Knock off that tone or you're not getting anything

Starscream: I'm sorry! I love you! I'll make you a massage chair after this!

Soundwave: I thought you were gonna make something else before the massage chair, the um... Rustinator?

Starscream: Oh right, right! The device that will temporarily infect it's target with the rust disease!

Soundwave: Yes yes, mass chaos right?

Starscream: THEY'LL BE RENDERED USELESS FOR WEEKS!

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Child At Heart X The Caretaker

Soundwave: What are you doing up there?

Starscream: This is so much fun!

Soundwave: Get down you're gonna fall and break something

Starscream: Don't worry I've broken bones before! That makes me immune to it!

Soundwave: Not you! I mean the tables or the chairs or cups or something!

Starscream: Oh.

Starscream: *stops what he's doing*

Starscream: You don't care if I break something then?

Soundwave: Come down before you get hurt!

Starscream: Well apparently you don't care if I get hurt or not!

Starscream: You know what? I'm an adult! Okay, I can make my own decisions!

Starscream: I'll jump on my damn berth if I want too!

Soundwave: Hey, want this crown?

Starscream: Crown!?

Soundwave: You want this crown? You want the crown?

Starscream: *gasp* You have a crown? Where'd you get it? Oh my god give it to me! Gimme gimme gimme!

Soundwave: Here you go! You little bitch

Starscream: CROWNIEEEEEEEEEE!

Source: YouTube, Coledoesthings, Popular Ship Dynamics

[geminidentitycrisis]

The Scent of Leather and Hairspray

Present Mic/Hizashi Yamada x F!reader ONESHOT

(WARNINGS! - swearing)

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Sooooooo, I have a new favorite Pro, I guess haha

I hope you enjoy, and if you're underage, pretend you're older because I get it, I'd be Hot For Teacher too, but he's not a pedo sorry......

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You sighed as, upon exiting the store where you just purchased a frozen drink, the men you passed to enter that store started catcalling you. Just what you needed at the end of a rough day...

"Hey Honey, you'd be cuter if you smiled...!"

"Don't listen to that shit, babygirl, you're sexy as hell, c'mere and hang out a while...?"

Ignoring them the best you could, you kept walking, but they didn't take that very well. "You think you're too good for us, that it, stuck up bitch? Where you think you're goin'?"

You could hear their footsteps approaching behind you and turned to face them after sipping from your drink.

"Guys, please, I've had a hell of a day today and my quirk would probably scar you both for life and what do you say we just don't do this, huh?"

They exchanged glances before fixing you with threatening glares. "You think you're tough, babygirl? We'll see how tough you are when we get through teaching you some respect..." the first one said.

"HEY!"

A voice called from behind you and suddenly an arm was draped gently around your neck. You froze, being caught off guard tended to prompt a panic response when you were so tired.

You smelled leather and an overwhelming scent of hairspray.

"What's the trouble, my homies? Pretty sure ya heard the lady, she ain't jammin' to the vibe ya layin' down, ya dig? Beat it."

Heart skipping a beat or two, your eyes grew wide and a blush flooded your cheeks. "That voice...?!"

You whipped your head up to see the one and only Present Mic.

"Ah! I knew it! I knew I recognized your voice, I catch your radio show every day! You're the Sound Hero, Present Mic!" he flashed a grin down at you, winking.

"Oooh, you've got good ears, Listener! Thanks for Hypin' me up like that! Always great ta meet a FAAAN!" he responded in his commentator voice.

One of your would be tormentors interrupted angrily. "Hey, peacock head, why don't you mind your business?"

"PEACOCK...?! You boys best get ta steppin', aight?! Don't make me beat you up in fronta this pretty girl!" he replied in annoyance after his attention was so aggressively stolen from you.

The blush came back in full force and you couldn't contain a dreamy sigh as your lashes fluttered, eyes lidding contentedly now that you felt safe again.

*he said I was pretty~!* you thought.

"You believe this banana hair lookin' motherfucker? You're about to get your ass whooped, fruity!" the other threatened.

"Hey bro, watch your language! There's a lady here!" with the arm around your shoulders, Mic carefully raised it and guided you behind himself as the two started walking towards you both.

"Enough..."

Another voice came suddenly from the other side of the parking lot and everyone, with the exception of the blonde who was guarding you, turned to see Eraserhead.

Suddenly these jerks weren't so confident.

"Get lost, both of you, and go straight home or I'll bring the two of you in right now for loitering and harassment." he said calmly but with deep authority.

Mic crossed his arms, glaring at the duo as they ran off after a mere moment of hesitation, his cheeks puffed out slightly. "What a couple creepozoids! You okay, Pussy Cat...?" he quickly spun around to check you out, striking a dramatic pose while pointing at you, the trademark grin already back in place.

You smiled up at him with admiration sparkling in your eyes, clasping the cup you held in both hands and tight to your chest, stepping closer to him.

"Yes, thanks to you! You're my Hero~!"

Mic felt his own chest swell with pride a bit, the grin on his face getting bigger as he relaxed his stance and shoved his hands in his jacket pockets.

Usually by now the damsel has already flung herself on Aizawa, but not only were you praising him, you recognized him from just his voice and he was impressed at that.

"I can't believe I was just rescued by my favorite Pro, I am your #1 fan! Please, are you patrolling the city tonight? Please let me buy you a coffee or tea or something?? Just as a thank you...?"

Hizashi laughed rather loudly, one hand emerging from his pocket to be placed over his chest.

"HAHA! Aaaww, how can I say NO when you ask so sweetly?! Coffee sounds like a rockin' idea right about now!"

"Ugh, we don't have time for this, Mic..." Eraserhead complained tiredly.

Eyes rolling in exasperation, the blonde groaned twice as loud. "ugGHHH!! Don't be such a buzzkill, yo! I'll get you one, too, just chill!" with that, he trailed after you back into the store.

You watched as he doctored up the coffee you poured for him, blushing again when he threw a hint of a smirk your way, using the tip of his finger to lift the gold tinted shades he wore and showing you his emerald green eyes. "Don't worry, I'll pay for my boring friend..."

Smiling, you bounced on your heels. "Damn right you will, I'm not HIS fangirl, after all..."

This promoted a slight blush to his face, but he maintained that knockout grin. "Ha! Well, good thing his best friend is here at least, lucky for him I tagged along tonight, huh??"

"Lucky for both of us..." came your soft reply from over your shoulder as you turned to walk away, your hips swaying temptingly had definitely not escaped his notice.

He followed you to the checkout counter and placed some money beside yours, his ungloved fingertips brushing against your own when he does. Leaning down closer to you, he cocked his head, pushing his shades down his nose this time and raising a brow.

"Does my #1 fan have a name...?"

Your smile bloomed again, blushing up at him. "It's  _______...but I might prefer you calling me Pussy Cat...~"

Saying that last bit, you applied a sensual undertone which he picked up on instantly, making his blush spread over his face and grow darker as he chuckled in amusement.

When you guys walked out the door, you noticed Eraserhead seemed really annoyed but tried to ignore him, looking up at the Voice Hero hopefully.

"Listen, I know you're both busy, but if you have just one more second to spare, I can't tell you how much it would mean to me if I could get your autograph..."

Looking away awkwardly, he made a pained expression. "Aw, man, I dunno, we are kinda in a hurry here and stuff..."

You felt your heart sinking when he startled you with another loud laugh. "Hahaha, gotcha! JK! Of course I will, I ain't gonna leave ya hangin' like that, no way, that ain't my STYYYYYYYYLLLE!"

Giddy with excitement, you let out a tiny squeal, quickly fishing out a small notebook and pen from your purse as he set the cups down. When you handed it to him, his fingers brushed yours again, making you bite tenderly at your bottom lip.

They were so warm and soft...

He had started to whistle a cheerful little tune as he spun the pen between his fingers before starting to write in your book, it took longer than you expected, clearly longer than Eraser expected, too.

"Say goodbye to the girl, Mic, it's time to keep moving!" he didn't yell, exactly, too lazy, but he had raised his voice since last.

"YEAH, YEAH, I HEARD YA!!! Gimme a sec, ALRIGHT?!" the volume of the blonde's reply actually made your eardrums flinch and quiver this time, but you smiled anyway as he defended you again.

"There ya go! And hey, just to spite my buddy over there, I wouldn't mind walkin' ya home ta make sure ya get there safe."

The blush came right back, clutching the book to your heart, you gave a weak smile. "No, no, it's okay, really...I took up too much of your time already, and I only live around the corner from here..."

Eyes closing momentarily while you gathered yourself, you took a deep breath before confessing. "...I cannot express how grateful I am for you...not just for saving me tonight, but also for your talk show, hearing your voice over the radio gives me strength and motivation every week...it means the world to me...thank you..."

Beckoning him by flexing a finger, you stood on your tiptoes and pressed a sweet kiss against his cheek when he leaned in curiously.

Eyes widening, his whole face became scarlet red and his grin stretched from ear to ear. "AW, YEAH!"

He jumped, pumping his fists in the air and then proceeded to shoot you with his finger guns while  winking again. "Listen, I dropped my digits on that piece'a paper ya got there, Shawty...hit me up sometime if ya wanna chill! I'm down for whatever!"

You were caught off guard by that and checked the page he signed for you, finally reading what he wrote down as he rambled on as background noise about how he wasn't a creep like those other guys and you could say no without worrying about him making a scene, he just had to shoot his shot, I mean you DID kiss ME first ya know...

"For my #1 fan, _______...Thanks for the coffee and stay outta trouble! ...and maybe call or shoot a txt, if your feelin' this funky vibe, too? Live loud, Pussy Cat ;) don't ever let anyone try an put the mute on ya! XOXOX PRESENT MIC!!!"

Followed by his phone number, and there were little hearts drawn around the page.

You were already blushing when he surprised you again by returning your gesture and swooping in to plant a kiss on your cheek this time.

Reaching up to touch the spot, you smiled up at him shyly. "I can't wait...please be safe out there..."

"You got it! SEE YA SOON!" The Pro nodded vigorously, giving an enthusiastic wave of goodbye before grabbing his and Eraserhead's drinks, practically bouncing with every step.

It made you giggle, but you were trying not to get your hopes up too much. For all you knew, he gave his number out to every girl that asked him for a signature.

"Are you happy now...?" Shouta grumbled, taking the cup being offered as he turned to resume patrolling. "ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! HECK YEAH I AM! I'M ON CLOUD NINE RIGHT NOW, I JUST MET MY FUTURE WIFE!!!!!!!!"

You heard him very clearly, the blush traveling all the way down your neck this time, and you couldn't help another small giggle, your heart fluttering with happiness like the wings of the butterflies in your belly.

He just had that effect on you.

Glancing down at the notebook in your hand as you sipped your quickly melting frosty, you noticed in the bottom right corner was a little arrow, below which was written the word "flip".

You looked up again but the two Pro Heroes were already gone.

Curiously, you flipped over the page.

MARRY ME?!?!!

a. YES!!!!!

b. a

c. b

That smooth sonuvabitch had you blushing and giggling all night.

[hec-chan]

♆WAIFU♀️ #kristenstewart #sailoruranus #gay #gaaaaaaaaaaay #lesbians #love #wlw #yes #mytype #myedit #sugarbones #uranus #waifu #knockout #krisbian #gimme #finallysomegoodfuckingfood Thanks to @sugarbone for permission to use her Uranus art! https://www.instagram.com/p/B5uEkEUBlFs/?igshid=q66dq2mbsoha