#ok but why do they do a similar gesture in the final gif

[sparklewrites1]

Mermaid Kisses

Prince/King Caspian x mermaid!reader

A/n: this is probably one of my least favorite works as I had no motivation to write it.

Warnings: mentions of cuts, bruises, and gashes.

Category: fluff

Word Count: 700-800

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“{Name}?” Caspian stood at the edge of the shore. He brushed aside strands of his brunette hair as the winds blew against his tall frame. In his hand he gripped a single red rose. It wasn't the fanciest of gifts, but to you it was as valuable as a white-toothed cowry. Which is why he chose it to propose to you with.

"Caspian!" He heard you call out. He turned his gaze toward the sea. He was met with the sight of your figure swimming toward the shore. When you arrived, he prepared to speak but you cut him off.

“I have a surprise for you!” You flipped your fish-like tail excitedly. You reached into the pouch that was tied to your waist and began digging through the trinkets that were stored inside. 

As he waited, Caspian noticed the various cuts and bruises on your wet skin. Among those wounds was a large gash on the side of your torso. Upon seeing this, Caspian dropped the rose in his grip and immediately knelt down in the sand beside you.

“You’re bleeding. Come here, let me help you.”

“No, no, it's fine!” You exclaimed as you continued searching through your pouch. A few seconds passed before you finally pulled out the object you desired. It was an iridescent pendant. It hung from a silver chain that seemed to have tarnished over time.

“I traveled to the most vicious depths of the sea for this.” You explained. “Come closer! Quickly!” You smiled with excitement.

Caspian leaned towards you. You wrapped the necklace around his neck and attached the clasp to the other end of the chain. When you were done, your hands didn’t move away from him, instead they rested on his shoulders.

“I appreciate the gift, but you are hurt. You mustn't put yourself in harm's way for me.”

“Caspian, I’m ok. I promise.” You placed a hand on his cheek, caressing his skin with your thumb. “Besides,” You started. “I wouldn’t dare depart from this life before we marry.” You smiled, chastly kissing his cheek. Caspians cheeks reddened and his heart raced at the thought of being wed to you. He hadn’t proposed to you, not yet. But tonight was the night.

Your hands lowered from his shoulders and grabbed his forearms. 

“Now come, let me show you what this does.” You gestured to the pendant. You gently guided him toward the sea, until you were both submerged underwater. Caspian was not panicking, as he knew how to swim. But what did perplex him was the fact that he felt no need to hold his breath under the water, it almost felt natural to be there.

“It worked!” You exclaimed as you touched the gills that had formed on his neck. “Cas, try to talk.”

“Why?” His hand flew to his mouth as quickly as the words came out. “I- can talk. Underwater.”

“Yes!” You cheered, gently grabbing the sides of his face and placing a kiss on his lips. “And so much more! You can breathe down here now, that means you could come visit me more often!” You swam around him delighted at the fact that your love could now visit your home. “And not only that,” You dug into your pouch once more and pulled out a golden bracelet with a pendant similar to his. You wasted no time putting it on your own wrist. And when you did, your tale split in two and its color and texture changed to match your skin. You had legs. 

Before you could celebrate you realized that you could no longer breathe nor talk. Caspian took notice of this as well and swiftly took you in his arms and swam to the surface. When your heads had come out of the water, you gasped for breath as you gripped Caspian tightly.

“As I was saying.” You grinned. “Not only can you visit me down under, I can visit you up above.” Your stare was trained on Caspian as you searched for any sign of happiness or excitement, but he seemed to be in deep thought. “Do you not like my gift?” You frowned.

Caspian’s gaze turned to you. “Of course I love it!” it was his turn to place a hand on your cheek. “I only wish I hadn't gotten something as dull as a rose to give to you.”

“You got me a rose?” You grinned. Caspian returned the gesture. Oh, how he loved your beautiful smile. After a few moments Caspian fell into deep thought once again. You waited, and he finally spoke.

“Will you marry me?”

[rose-and-thorn-fanfics]

“The Mysterious Salvatore Brother” (The Vampire Diaries: Season 1) Damon x Plus Size Fem! Reader, Part 1. This fic is a birthday gift for @armyangxls 💗

Y/n had always felt nervous around boys and girls her age. She wanted nothing more than to fit in at Mystic Falls high-school. There was just one problem. Y/n hated to admit it, but it was really hard for her to feel confident when next to her best friend Caroline (who was incredibly popular and always seemed to get the attention of her peers). It was so much easier to sit on the sidelines during cheer practice and focus on her homework or writing her own stories, than starting conversations with other students. It’s not that Y/n wasn’t pretty or smart. She was beautiful both inside and out, and brimming with inspiring ideas. One autumn day, Y/n found herself sitting under a maple tree as Caroline practiced her cheer routine with the other cheerleaders. She sketched in the margins of the essay she was writing a rough draft about.

“What’ve you got there?” a charming voice came from behind Y/n. Y/n leapt up in surprise, dropping her pencil and whirling around. There, standing in front of her was the most handsome man. His hair was dark and swept nicely over his temples, and his eyes were electric blue and seemed to pierce Y/n’s soul with an intent stare.

“I-I’m uh… just drawing…” Y/n said, trying her best not to blush. “You really shouldn’t sneak up on people like th-that.”

“Old habits die hard…” the man said shrugging his shoulders half-heartedly and taking a seat next to her on the bench. “I’m Damon, by the way.” He smirked.

“I’m Y/n,” she said, relaxing a bit. Something in Damon’s aura of confidence made her feel a bit better about talking. “I probably should be writing this paper on the history of Mystic Falls, but to be honest most of the information I got off the internet is just plain boring. I swear, Alaric Saltzman gives us the most tedious assignments.”

Damon leaned in a bit, squinting to see the opening paragraph you’d scribbled on the sheet of paper. “Looks… good, at least, if you’re set on putting your teacher to sleep.” He laughed.

“What choice do I have? It’s not like much happened in this part of Virginia in the mid 1800s.” Y/n sighed, annoyed at Damon’s criticism. “Are you even a student here?”

“No, but my idiot brother is.” Damon gestured vaguely in the direction of Stefan Salvatore, who was standing at the other edge of the field talking to Elena (who was also in your class).

“Ohhhh so you’re a Salvatore.” Y/n said, nodding as if that explained everything.

Damon stared off at the football field, as if contemplating whether or not to say something. Finally, he spoke. “I think I can help you with your assignment. I actually did a similar history paper when I was in high-school. There’s more to Mystic Falls then you’d think.”

“Why do you want to help me?” Y/n said, a bit skeptical.

“Because…” Damon said, leaning in mischievously. “You’re pretty, and honestly? I’m bored.”

“Oh… ok.” Y/n felt her heart skip a beat. “I mean, that’s not a terrible answer, even if it is a bit forward of you…” She considered. “Fine. Meet me at Mystic Grill at seven, ok?”

“Sounds like a plan,” Damon replied.

Y/n looked down at her paper and when she looked up, Damon was gone. ‘That’s weird…’ she thought, a bit uneasy. Y/n groaned, realizing she’d have to make up an excuse for her absence to tell her mom. ‘Well, hopefully I can think of something believable.’

To Be Continued… in Part 2, coming soon!

[fatherofmachine]

All righty, I feel like it’s REALLY necessary to talk about some things. It’s a really important thing imo to understand this because it seems like so many people don’t & I assume it’s because Harold’s personality type makes his outward expressions and feelings a lot more internal. Feelings & emotions tend to come in second place with Harold, that’s just naturally how his mind works ;  he’s able to put his feelings aside entirely & avoid making decisions based on them ( we’ve seen a few times where he snaps a bit or he gets rlly nervous but that’s when he’s under very heavy stress, like when he snapped at Root whilst she was holding him captive & forcing him to watch her torture someone. like ... out of all the things most people would’ve done, a slight sharp retort is super mild & Impressive ). He’s a logically thinking person which, to a lot of people on the outside, seems to suggest that he’s HARSH or even insensitive & like ?? In several cases he is kind of harsh, blunt....but there are TWO things to remember.

1. If Finch’s harsh / stubborn opinion is proven wrong, he’s going to own up to that. He’s going to change his opinion & he’s going to apologize, if necessary.

One particular STUBBORN opinion is his paranoia about The Machine, which he expresses throughout the series ( albeit it lessens with time ). & I’d imagine many people are like Finch just trust her already because that has crossed my mind before & I can also see how people could think he was being unkind & insensitive to her ( which I’m not saying he wasn’t exactly, he was, but.... *gestures to the next sentence* ). THE THING IS....there’s an extremely good reason for this. WITHOUT Harold’s extensive paranoia, The Machine likely would’ve turned out like Samaritan. The Machine is the way she is because Finch wanted to make 500000% sure that she would NEVER turn to do things that he was terrified she might, given that’s how DANGEROUS AI’s are naturally. As he’d said, AIs are born with objectives. They’re not born with empathy or any sense of Good & Evil.

He realizes how wrong he is AGAIN by assuming people’s lives would be better without him, because he’s not important enough & their happiness & safety matters more. But he sees how not better off Grace is without him through time & how he assumes Reese wont come looking for him when Root captures him but HE RELENTLESSLY GOES AFTER HIM & Finch may have hoped a little bit that Reese would come for him but he didn’t expect it. The numbers are more important. The Machine doesn’t try to help Reese find Finch initially bc FINCH PROGRAMMED HER NOT TO. Even to the very end, he tried to sacrifice himself but Reese & The Machine out-fox him because they love him & they don’t want him to sacrifice himself. He’s so IMPORTANT to them & he has a hard time understanding how important he is to those he’s close to.

Throughout the series, Harold is seemingly insensitive to The Machine & he distances himself from her ( especially so by avoiding using specific pronouns, which he does something SIMILAR to everyone by using their last names. It’s like a defense mechanism but he does let that slip & it shows how much he does care & how attached he is imo ). He doesn’t do these things out of malice or ill intent, he does these things because he’s RIGHTFULLY terrified of the things that could go wrong, of how he could be tricked if he decided to blindly trust his creation ( literally every version of The Machine except the one that remained tried to trick &/or kill him ok ).

Which is why it’s SO GOOD that he & The Machine finally have a long time to talk because she proves how wrong he is, how WRONG he is to doubt his own ability that created her & how truly TRUSTWORTHY she is, as he hoped she would be. She is his vision but he constantly doubted himself i think...& as she explains how she’s able to LOVE, he very clearly realizes how wrong he is & i feel like that’s a point where he accepts how wrong he is ( i dont know if he ever got to express that, but tbh I would love to write that discussion omg ). HE’S SO PROUD OF HER. & in regard to Root’s opinion of him & The Machine, she helped him trust The Machine & helped him let himself love her whilst Harold helped Root regain her humanity & they basically developed a father / daughter dynamic i cry about. bUT ANYWAY

2. Harold is selfless to a damn fault. Everyone’s lives matter so much more than his own & he expresses how much he doesn’t want people to risk their lives for him SEVERAL TIMES. Some would say that him recruiting everyone to save people ect. was a selfish thing but like?? Every single one of them became a BETTER version of themselves ( the Machine showed what life would’ve been like without his influence / the Machine & certainly one or two of them weren’t bad but it shows how GOOD of an influence him & the Machine were honestly ) & every single one of them WANTED to be there ‘till the end, they KNEW they might die but they were in for the ride anyway EVEN IF Harold asked them not to sacrifice themselves. He cares very deeply for those whom he slowly, eventually trusts & to say that he doesn’t just because those feelings aren’t spilling out of him is just .... ????  His guilt for ANYONE’S death indirectly caused by him is immense. He literally drowns in it & that’s illustrated very clearly to me ( “ Does survival’s guilt pass when everything is in fact YOUR FAULT ? ” ) but he & I have similar personality types so I might just understand how he thinks easier than some, idk.

So, with these things in mind, it boggles my mind that anyone would even for a second consider that Harold Finch didn’t care that he indirectly caused the deaths of people he loved or that he didn’t try to STOP them from getting killed, because he did try. He did the best he could, given the circumstances. He absolutely made MISTAKES & he certainly wasn’t always in the right, he was wrong about a lot of things but he owned up to the things he was wrong about & to his mistakes. 

[goldenroutledge]

another headcanon request- kiara teaching you how to surf for the first time

surfing lessons with kiara

a/n: disclaimer i don’t know how to surf i’ve never even been to a beach so thank you wikihow for the visuals, appreciate u. and 4 DAYS AHHHHHH i’m not okay

kiara carrera masterlist

© goldenroutledge || do not plagiarize, repost, or translate my work in any way

when you finally gave in to kiara about surfing she was ecstatic

insisting on teaching you how that weekend

at first you went surfboard shopping, but she got a little carried away

“are you sure this is a beginner’s board?”

she paused, thinking to herself for a moment. “you’re right. maybe we should start you out with something softer.”

you guys moved to a different section, these new surfboards labeled ‘longboards’ as it read on the sign in a cool font

“longboards are easier to use, so you should probably start on one of these. see any you like?”

you ended up picking a design similar to hers, but they had slight differences so you could tell them apart

kiara smiled, the apples of her cheeks prominent as she grinned. “you don’t have to get one to match mine, y’know.”

“i know!” you began. “but i want to. i think it’d be cute.”

next, it was time to buy matching wetsuits obviously

with the accent being your favorite color

kie picked them out because you matched your board with hers, so she wanted to match your wetsuit too

you loaded up the boards in kiara’s jeep and went back to her house

she opened the garage door, letting light come in as she taught you how to wax your board

the next morning, she dragged you out of bed and to the beach

“why are we up this early again?” you questioned, the morning air much cooler than you were used to

“because you see,” she gestured to the empty beach, “there’s nobody here. the ocean’s all ours baby.”

you smiled at her thoughtfulness, as she knew you probably wouldn’t be fond of surfing for the first time in a literal sea full of people

it was way more comfortable with just kie there

“let’s practice on the sand first.” she suggested.

“fine by me.” you muttered, happy that you could buy some time before you actually had to surf a wave

you repeated her movements and laid down on your stomach on top of the board

“just paddle first. i know it sounds silly but you’ll be using your arms a lot so this’ll warm you up too.”

“ok.” you giggled, paddling as if you were in the water. “this is easy.”

“then let’s practice popping up. it might seem scary on the water but it’s not too bad. you just push your body up with your arms, and then tuck your feet under you, like in a squat.” she demonstrated.

she moved over to you, repeating the instructions slower and resting her hands on your shoulders for some guidance

you practiced a few times, stubbing your toe once or twice

but as soon as you found your balance, you felt like a pro

“now i stand up and balance right?” you inquired, figuring it had to be the next step.

“yep. keep your knees bent, arms out and imagine your feet are glued to the board.”

“like this?” you followed up, doing as she told you

“that’s perfect, love! if you remember all of that then i think you’re ready to catch a wave! do you think you’re ready?”

“i guess so.” you replied, shrugging. “i have to try at some point right?”

you both paddled in the water for a few minutes, just so you could take some time to adjust to the new feeling

“you okay?” kie asked, concern in her eyes as you looked like your head was spinning

you couldn’t lie, you were feeling the nerves and your heart was beating a little faster than normal

if you weren’t in water you probably would’ve been able to feel your palms sweating

“yeah.” you reassured, nodding your head.

“hey.” kiara started, waiting to finish until she locked eyes with you. “you won’t be perfect on your first try. if you wipeout or fall, we’ll try again, ok? you’ll be fine.”

your confidence went up from her pep talk, your breaths steadying out as you nodded to her thankfully

“make sure to keep looking where you want to go.” kiara reminded you as you stopped paddling, waiting for a wave

she was just floating, her board closer to shore so she could watch and give advice if you needed it, but close enough to you that she could be next to you in an instant if needed

you paddled to catch your first wave, but didn’t quite make it as the water crashed against your back

“that’s ok! paddle out some more and wait for the next one!” kie shouted.

taking a deep breath, you paddled and waited for the next one, but to no avail

you wobbled a bit when you were trying to pop up, causing you to grip the sides of the board and forget about catching the wave that was going to drench you

“you got it, y/n! feet glued to the board!” kiara called out encouragingly.

you paddled and waited once again, this time getting a little bit ahead of the wave so you could prepare to balance yourself on the board, determined to make this one work

kiara’s instructions replayed in your head as you let your muscles move in the same ways they did before

pop up, feet glued to the board, knees bent, arms out

and before you knew it, you were were surfing the wave

you were SURFING THE WAVE!

“that’s my girl!” kiara all but screamed, followed by some more cheers as she couldn’t stop smiling

you rode out the wave, finishing strong as the surfboard glided through the water and closer to shore, closer to where kiara was

“WOOHOO!” kie exclaimed, hands high in the air as you paddled towards her

“i did it! i surfed!”

“i know! i’m so proud of you! i feel even more excited than when i surfed my first wave, you did great.”

“well i did have one amazing teacher.” you teased, grinning at the curly haired girl in front of you.

“your words, not mine.” kie quipped, returning the smile. “do you wanna go out for waffles to celebrate?!”

“only if they have strawberries on top.” you answered, wiggling your eyebrows. “i’ll race you to the car!”

kiara chuckled as you took off, running onto the sand. “hey! wait up, surfer girl!”

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[weasleywinchester]

Begin Again

Pt. 2 | Pt. 3

Saul Silva x OC (Reader?)

Ok ya’ll I FINALLY watched the season finally on Fate: The Winx Saga and oh boy I’m excited to see what happens next season! ANYWAYS, I realize that the main cast is somewhat close to my age (Riven is actually my age IRL), but I be thirstin over my man Robert James - Collier (Loved him in Downton Abbey!)

I mean... he’s a very physically fit, grumpy, Soldier/Dad. Who else would I drool over? So here’s where my very smutty mind went after binging the whole of season one.

Warnings: Cursing, smut 

Timeline: Before Season 1, I’m thinking about the year before? 

Additional side note: Plus Size Reader/OC? (I write for me, and I do indeed posses body fat, although this particular fic doesn’t focus on that).

Summary:

Your name is Phoenix Kin, a fire fairy that graduated from Alfea a lifetime ago (or so it feels). An opportunity for an amazing job gave you two options: to stay with the two people you loved most or to serve your people. Sky was ten when you left, a growing boy with no parents and so much strength and love. But he would always have you and Saul. Saul was a mentor for your combat training when you were at Alfea, which quickly turned into something more after he asked you to help him with Sky’s training. Now you’re back and everything clicks back into place.

Additional Additional Side Note: Sky shortened your name to Phee.

“It’s wonderful to see you back in Alfea.” Farah comments as the two of you walk the grounds. You two don’t have much of a history together, but you’ve been associated with similar circles of friends. 

“It’s very nice to be back actually. I always loved school, and this place.”

“I imagine Sky will appreciate you being around again. He’s become one of the most promising specialists.” She turns onto the grass and leads you towards the fighting stages. You can’t make out the details of his face but the bright blonde head and superior fighting skills must mean it’s him. As you reach the stage as he puts his classmate on his back, winning the round.

“Nice job Sky.” You laugh. He whips around to face you, leaping off the stage and swallowing you in a hug.

“Phee when did you get here? Wait, why are you here?” He pulls back to look down at your face.

“Ms. Kin will be teaching a new art course at Alfea. I do have a meeting to get to; Sky I would like you to finish showing Ms. Kin around.” She gently squeezes your shoulder and walks back towards her office.

“Help me up?” You gesture to the stage. Sky quickly kneels so you can easily step onto the stage, his opponent offering his hand to you as well. “Ok, so to not get you assed kicked, when he throws a hook, block just the same but one hand will tug on his wrist and the other should come to hook around his neck. Leaves his middle completely open and, if you’re lucky, he’ll turn into your arm and get a nice chop to the throat.” You show him on Sky, who giggles at the serious expression of his friend.

“And you mister,” you poke Sky in the shoulder, “You need to watch those elbows. They’re a dead giveaway in your hook.”

“Told you!” His friend laughs.

“Shut up Riven.” Sky grits through his teeth.

“Alright, why are we fightin’ with words and not fists during practice?” Saul shouts. Your heart begins to race. It’s been five years since the last time you saw him, you’ve played every scenario on how all this would play out... well, all but this one.

“Silva, look.” Sky smiles, stepping aside to reveal you. Saul stops dead in his tracks. Whatever lecture he had planned has now flown right out of his brain.

“Phoenix” He whispers. His eyes focused solely on your face, as if he looked anywhere else you might disappear.

“Hi.” Is all you manage to push past your lips.

“Class dismissed for today” Someone else shouts and the kids disperse with noises of glee. You wait until the noise dies off, making sure that Saul won’t be embarrassed when you close the space in between you two and wrap your arms around his middle. You instantly feel his arms envelop you, his hot breath fanning into the crook of your neck.

“What are you doing here?” You can practically hear his brows furrowing in concern.

“Teaching apparently.” You answer into his chest.

“For fairies only?” Sky frowns. You unwillingly move your face from Saul’s chest to look at Sky.

“No, it’ll be open to all. The way fairies portray themselves here, and how they’re seen in the Otherworld should be knowledge for all. Plus you’ll get to create some art yourselves, for when everyone ends up in the history books.”

“So you’ll be staying the whole school term then?” The corner of Saul’s mouth twitches a little. You, in Alfea… with him. 

“Unless I get fired.” You smile at him, wishing you were in private instead in the middle of the fighting fields. 

“But what about your mission? Is that over? Are you allowed to talk about it?” Sky is bouncing around you and Saul like a lunatic. 

“How about we talk over dinner. My place, just the three of us.” You smile at both of them.

“Yes!” they answer in unison. 

_______ You flit around the kitchen as you prepare dinner. You set the table for three, adding a dash of salt to the soup and wash the last of the cooking mess. You managed to have Ben Harvey’s daughter make a lovely table arrangement of flowers, which you place in the middle of your little round table.

“Phee, did you ever know my father?” Sky asks as he nibbles his sandwich, his bright blue eyes following your every move.

“I only met him a few times. Nice, very good soldier. From the way Mr. Silva talks about him, he would have been a good father for you.” You give Sky a small smile, tilting his chin to look up at you. “At least you have Mr. Silva, and me. You’ll always have me, Sky.”

A knock at the door startles you from the memory, you quickly place silverware on the table and answer the door.

“Phee, you look beautiful!” Sky kisses you on the cheek handing you a small chocolate cake as he waltzes past you.

“Pour the soup into the bowls!” You shout after him. He turns, giving you two thumbs up. He automatically goes to the cabinet with the plates, remembering where you kept everything all those years ago. 

You turn back to Saul, the butterflies in your stomach stirring as his gaze works it’s way up your body. You wanted to be a bit sexy, but not overtly so, for Sky’s sake. It was a simple dark burgundy dress that accentuated all the things you wanted, with a nude colored mesh over the top, giving a very high fashion but casual look. And mesh drives Saul crazy, just the smallest barrier between his touch and your skin.

He wraps one arm around your waist, the other holds a bottle of wine.

“You do look beautiful, stunning.” He whispers, planting a gentle kiss where he knows it makes your knees buckle. You will yourself not to lose control, not to push him into the wall and attack him with your mouth.

“Ok the tables set!” Sky announces proudly. You and Saul walk to the table, and you see he actually learned how to serve food! Saul quickly pops the cork out of the bottle, pouring you and himself a large glass, and letting Sky have a sample.

“A toast, to the return of one of  Alfea’s finest students.” Saul raises his glass.

“And the confidant to both of us.” Sky adds. The three of you clink glasses and dig in. Both boys dig in like they haven’t eaten in years, the sound of slurping and satisfied mumbling making you smile.

“So, what have you been doing all this time Phee?” Sky asks in between spoonful's of soup. 

“I’ve been in a few different realms. Mainly updating the visuals for things that have been long discovered; plants, animals, humans, fairies. A lot has changed in the realms and mostly the fact that paperwork is slowly going away!”

“Then why the change? And why now?” Saul frowns.

“I’m not sure honestly. I was meant to be working in Solaria for the next few years. Myself and a few others started work but when I tried to gain access to the more ancient records Queen Luna almost had me beheaded. ”

“Queen Luna? I can’t imagine anyone that angry at you.” Sky muses.

“That’s because Phee here doesn't give up on her projects so easily. You tell her she can’t know something that is crucial to her assignment, she’ll fight tooth and nail for it.” Saul sasses. Sky raises his eyebrows at you, his mouth dramatically agape.

“Ok so I pestered her for a bit...” 

“That’s why she’s simultaneously the worst and best soldier.” Saul grins.

“ANYWAYS, after prodding everyone for access, I must have gotten too close to one of the many secrets the Queen keeps. I was removed from the project and asked to come teach here.”

“And now the three of us can have dinner every weekend. And you have to come train with the specialists. Sure Silva would love to use you as an example for something.” Sky laughs as Saul pushes his shoulder.

“Oh don’t worry, I will. But not until everyone has judged that I’m just a bat crazy art teacher. That way when I bring out the fire they’ll be dazzled!” You laugh. 

And dinner seemed to last for hours, and yet was still too short. Sky caught you up on five years of training, complaining about how much Saul said he could be a good man just like his father. Saul praised Sky for all the work he put in, which both of you knew he would only ever say within the walls of your little cottage. Sky told you many stories of pranks he and his friends would pull, which made you belly laugh and Saul would simply shake his head. This little bubble the three of you were in felt like it used to be. Everyone was just a bit older now. Feelings that you had pushed away for the last five years were resurfacing. And now you were understanding why the old job didn’t feel like the right fit: it didn’t involve the two gentlemen sitting on either side of you. 

A hand gently lays on top of yours, and you automatically threaded your fingers through his. Saul let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding in. He spent the last five years fully involved in Sky’s training. Training Sky to be a better soldier, a better man, then Andreas or himself could ever be. And he was, which made Saul proud. But there were always moments, as he laid waiting for sleep to overtake him, that he would think of you. Think of what it would have been like if you stayed. Would he have been brave enough to ask you to marry him? Or would the two of you ended up hating each other?

“Isn’t this the part where both of you agree that I should go to bed?” Sky asks, his eyes flitting between you two.

“Oh goodness, yes! It is quite late.” You unthread your fingers and gather the plates. Sky walks to the sink, turning the tap on and splashing soap into the basin.

“Wow, a true gentleman you’ve become.” You remark as he takes the plates from your hands.

“Don’t believe the act, it’s only for you.” Saul stage whispers as he sets the empty wine glasses on the counter.

“It is not! I do have manners… if I use them or not depends entirely on the company.” He laughs.

“Well, I imagine your friends would like to hang out with you, so run along. I’ll see you tomorrow afternoon at the assembly.” You give him a squeeze.

“I can help, I promise.” Sky mumbles into your hair as he squeezes back.

“Run, before I change my mind!” You laugh, scooting him to the door. 

“Alright, alright! I’ll see you tomorrow.” Sky flashes one more brilliant smile before stepping into the night.

“I’ve missed that kid.” You murmur as you watch Sky jog back to his dorm. He’s grown at least a foot, he’s incredibly strong and disciplined. And he thankfully doesn’t seem to be carrying the weight of the world just yet.

“He’s missed you as well.” Saul comments as he washes the dishes. You close the door and walk over to the sink, picking up the clean dishes and drying them. The familiar routine is welcome after five lonely years. The two of you wash and dry in silence, the faint clinking of the dishes mixing with the crickets singing outside bringing a sense of peace. 

Saul hands you the last dish, unplugging the sink before drying his hands on the towel that you’ve thrown over your shoulder. You take no mind to his action, but the urge to be close to you outweighs the thought that he should let the past be the past. He gently pushes your hair to one side and places a gentle kiss at the base of your neck. 

You bite your lip, eager for him to continue. He gently rubs his nose along the exposed skin and whispers “I miss you.”

You set the last dish down and turn to him, your lips quickly finding his. He kisses back, hungry for something he hasn’t felt in so long. His large hands gather your dress until he feels the warmth of your skin. 

His calloused hands gently squeezing along your thighs until he’s able to seat you on the counter. Your lips part from his, your head lulling back as he attacks your neck, remembering each little patch of skin that makes you melt into him. Your legs quickly wrap around his waist, heels digging into his back so he wedges himself against your core. 

“Saul, bed!” You moan and he rolls his hips in response. Once your words compute he slides you off the counter, your feet hit the floor as he brings his mouth back to yours. He still has the map of your cottage burned into his brain, and thank the ancestors you unpacked everything just the same. 

You both stumble into your bedroom as Saul yanks off the blasted mesh dress, his hands finally in contact with more than just the heat of your skin. He moves his mouth down your body, your legs so wobbly that he pushes you onto your back with ease. You feel him slide your lace panties off, his hands massaging your legs as he throws them over his shoulders. 

Before you could tell him he doesn’t have to, he flattens his tongue, sliding it through your slick folds. You moan his name, your mind going blank with the amount of pleasure coursing through you. He laps at your clit, the gentle rock of your hips against his face sending him into overdrive. He can feel you’re close, dying for you to gush all over him. He moves his tongue to your entrance, his prominent nose rubbing your clit as he swirls his tongue inside you.

Your hands thread into his short hair, his name mixed in with noises you haven’t made in the last five years. And with a moment of piercing silence, you’re pushed over the edge. Your orgasm rips through your veins as Saul drinks you like a water fountain. You push his head back, his mouth quickly moving up your body until he’s reattached to your neck. 

“Saul, more.” You beg, reaching to feel his hard cock through his pants. He grunts, breath catching in his throat as you rub him. He quickly gets to his knees, ripping his clothes off as fast as he can. Your mouth meets his half way, the feel of his skin on yours burning you to the core. You quickly grab a condom off the bedside table, easily slipping it on him.

He gives you an open mouthed kiss before gently pushing inside you. You both moan as his slides in with no resistance, the sensation of him inside you almost too much for you both. He tries to pull himself together, no way would he ever release before feeling you cum around him. 

“Baby, I need movement” you whine, clenching him gently. He grabs your hips, pushing you a fraction away from him and pulling you back. That small movement makes you moan his name, and that’s all it takes for him to snap his hips against yours. His pace quickens the less you talk, and the less you talk the more your fingers dig into his back. 

“Let me fuck you into the mattress.” He moans when you try to flip the two of you over. You don’t want to be selfish, but when he fucks you like this. And that’s when you feel his fingers rub against you, the slow burn of your orgasm picking up speed until it crashes into the apex of your thighs. Your walls flutter around him, your hips moving in sync with his, and he opens his eyes to your blissed out face, your mouth wide open for a silent scream. 

“Saul!” You moan once more, and he spills into the condom, pumping in and out of you until he’s soft. Both of you still panting, the last bit of that high coursing through you as he gently lies next to you. 

His hand lightly traces the curves of your body, his eyes following the movement. When he reaches your jaw you stop his hand, bringing each finger tip to your lips.

“I miss you too.” You whisper.

“Can we start over?” He whispers, sadness reflected in his eyes.

“No. But we can begin again.” You smile.

[hard-to-be-the-bard]

Prince Nuada X Autistic Reader

f

again gonna be based on the AU where he works for the BPRD :) also because obviously autism is a huge scale, i’m just basing it off my own experiences, so sorry if it isn’t what you wanted but let me know if you want me to change it :)

- You were friends with Red, Abe and Liz

- Nuada had seen you with them multiple times

- But whenever you saw him you’d avoid his gaze, muttering to your friends and leaving the room

- He was under the impression you disliked him, but for what reason, he’d never been rude to you? 

- So he decided to talk to Red about it

- Who had given him a raised brow and a sigh

- “Look, y/n doesn’t hate you, she has autism” He starts and Nuada frowns

- “Autism? What’s that?” He asks, and Red scratches his forehead

- “Well it’s hard to classify under one vague description, but it’s a sort of communication and social disorder” He starts

- “There are different types, it’s a spectrum so everyone with a diagnosis has different symptoms” He says, and Nuada nods

- “So what makes hers different” He asks, and Red shrugs

- “She doesn’t like meeting new people, puts her on edge, too many social expectations I believe, she doesn’t like handshakes, or people touching her, unless of course she touches you first, then you know it’s ok, what else, oh yea, bright lights, she’s light sensitive” He gestures the brightly lit room. “Which isn’t particularly best being here and all, she also has hyperfixations” He says, and Nuada frowns

- “Hyper fixation? What are those” He asks, and Red explains

- “A special interest, something she’s currently interested, it can change of course, and she can have multiple sometimes, but at the moment it’s mushroom species” He says, and then looks curiously at him

- “But why do you want to know” He asks, and Nuada shrugs

- “I want to get to know her” He says simply, and Red watches him

- “Well, she’ll talk to anybody about her fixations, so why don’t you start a conversation about mushrooms” He suggests, and Nuada nods, thanking him before leaving

- Two days later he’d found you sitting at a desk, book in hand, he noticed the title from afar. Fungi, he smiled. Before walking closer, pulling out a chair and sitting down across from you, and your head shot up, looking at the man who was sitting across from you

- He gestures to your book

- “I see you’re interested in mushrooms” He offers, and you nod slowly, not sure why he’s sitting near you. But he keeps on talking

- “Did you know a single Portabella mushroom can contain more potassium than a banana?” He asks, and your interest is peaked, a grin on your face as you nod.

- “Mhm, the French first started  to popularise them in the 19th century, but before that the Egyptians and Greeks believed they’d provide energy during battle, and I suppose they were right because they would give them a lot more energy than some things they would of eaten in that era. But the Egyptians labelled them to be the plant of immortality and made it so commoners weren’t allowed to eat them-” You slowed down, looking up at Nuada, to see he was still paying attention and upon seeing he was you kept talking

- The conversation lasted a while, the two of you passing facts back and forth, Nuada even knowing some that you hadn’t

- Nuada on the other hand, was beaming at the conversation, he’d finally talked to you, and you’d enjoyed it, or so he thought, but from the way you smiled at him he had to be doing something right

- It was only now you’d realised you’d been talking for over three hours, and you bluntly pointed this out to him, and he glanced at the clock in the room

- “It appears you’re right” He says, and stands

- “Do you- want to come and get dinner with me?” He offers, you looked at the clock, it was late, meaning the hall wouldn’t be as busy as it usual, but still you looked uncertain, and Nuada noticed this

- “If it’s busy when we arrive we can always turn back” He offers, and you looked up at him, wondering why he offered, and it was at that moment you realised he knew, knew about the autism, and you frowned to yourself for a moment, you didn’t think elves knew about autism. Unless, unless he’d spoken to Red about it. But he’d only do that if he actually wanted to talk to you

- And why would he want to do that? You thought to yourself. And then you realise Nuada was still standing there, waiting for a response, and you nodded your head, following him towards the food hall

- When you got there it was relatively quiet, but he still looked at you for confirmation to go ahead, and when you nodded he smiled

- You were both sitting next to each other on the bench, making some light conversation, as you ate, and you heard the thumpy boots of Red, and you looked up and saw his surprised expression, Liz, Abe and Nuala following behind him, similar surprised expressions on their faces. 

- He walked over, taking a seat on the other side of the table, smirking

- “Looks like you made a new friend there short fry” He joked, and you frowned

- “Fuck off” You blurted out before making an oop noise at the back of your throat, apologising and he laughed. 

- “Don’t worry about it kiddo, it’s good to see you’re making friends, and you-” He turned to look at Nuada. “You do anything to upset her and I’ll curb stomp you” He says, and you laugh slightly.

- Nuada frowns, assuring him he wouldn’t, and Red nods, before standing back up

- “Well, I’ll leave you two to it” He smiles and you wave goodbye to him

- A few weeks later and you’re at Nuada’s side, the two of you closer now than before, practically never apart, if one of you was somewhere, the other wasn’t far behind.

- Nuada was fiercely protective of you, someone made a joke at your expense, they’d be threatened until they wished they could crawl into a corner and cry. 

- You let him touch you now, which was a big step, he would do it firmly, not lightly, knowing it made your skin crawl, but there would be head pats and shoulder pats most days.

- If you were in a crowded area you’d move closer to Nuada, a hand balling in the fabric of his shirt and his arm would be around you quickly, finding the quickest route out of the situation

- The others had watched your relationship progress, they were surprised with how quickly you’d accepted him into your life. You still barely let Red touch you and you had known him for over a year

- But it was quickly becoming less platonic and more romantic. His gestures more softer, sweeter, caring, forehead kisses and hugs before leaving to your respective quarters

- And it was long before the two of you were sharing a quarter. Both of you preferring to start the day together, as well as ending it together

- And he eventually kissed you one day

- Making your relationship official

- Red had still threatened even if he knew he wouldn’t hurt you. Nuala was over the moon, her brother finally accepting humanity, when a few months ago he’d set to destroy them, he was now caring for one

- He was still in tune to your needs, he knew what you liked and disliked, any fabrics that caused you discomfort, smells you were adverse too, food that made your stomach crawl. He always seemed to know when something was wrong. 

- He made your life a thousand times earlier, making sure you completed deadlines, handed in reports, took any medicine on time, ate properly

- It was easier to manage with him around

- And he wasn’t going away any time soon

[wrenhyperfixates]

Loki Series Thoughts—Glorious Purpose

Ok, I’m always nervous about posting my thoughts, but here we go. Spoilers ahead of course!!! (Disclaimer: Any gifs or images are not mine.)

Let’s start out with the episode’s name: Glorious Purpose. I know some people were a bit miffed about the emphasis put on the line, but I actually thought it worked well. It’s not so much that Loki actually believes in this “purpose,” but rather he is clinging to what he’s been told his purpose is. And by the end of the episode, he’s finally working through some of the things he’s been hurt by, abandoning what he’s been forced into and ready to be who he wants. Granted, it’s still going to take some time for him to come to grips with all that has happened, but I’m excited to see the journey.

The TVA. They undeniably suck. Whether or not it will be addressed directly, they are the (or one of the) antagonists in the show. What they are doing is, frankly, tyrannical. Three “time keepers” have taken it upon themselves to force countless versions of time and people into one single stream. And you know what? They can’t control that timeline. Not like they want to. As much as Loki’s line about “the weak” applies to himself, it applies to the TVA, too. It’s a facade of control that they cling to; if they truly had the right, the ability, to control time, everyone would follow their path. There would be no variants. Now, I could write a whole separate analysis on the MCU’s explanation of time travel. It’s convoluted and in a large way doesn’t make sense.

I’d like to talk about Loki’s characterization. I am, in a word, relieved. From the trailers, Tom seemed to be over-acting, something rather strange for someone so good at conveying deep emotions through nuanced actions. Now I believe any exaggerated lines from the trailers are just Loki trying to separate himself from who he’s been told he is, and trying to reinvent himself. I don’t think that’s a bad thing either; they’re not rewriting Loki, he’s just growing in a new way. And though this way is “new” I think it will be similar to what we’ve seen before. From what we’ve seen so far, there is good continuity, and they are addressing things about Loki that should be addressed in canon.

Loki projects. Most notably in the Avengers, but also a bit in Thor 1 and The Dark World, a lot of Loki’s lines can be applied to himself, though he is talking generally or towards another group. What comes to mind is actually something he touches upon again in the series. The illusion of freedom. And though it is not said that line in particular is him thinking of himself, it can be inferred based on his admission that the line in the gifs above apply to him. Also that little gesture when he says “weak” breaks me. He’s hurting so much.

Loki is not a villain. He may think he’s one because everyone else is telling him that, yet we’re already seeing it brought up that it’s not true. I can only hope that we’ll see Loki state this himself later in the series. He was largely forced to do what he did. It is not his fault, so how can he be a villain?

Loki cares. Tom’s acting is just *chef’s kiss* Seeing his mother’s death hurts so much. I love that his first response is denial. Loki is thrown into something he’s never known about before, being shown things that, to his knowledge, have never happened. But then when he’s had a few seconds to wander around the TVA on his own terms, he’s more come to grips with all that’s going on. So, when he’s by himself and see’s Frigga lying there, dead, it gets to him. Then seeing Odin still call him his son, he feels the slightest glimmer of hope, but also regret; he already knows in the back of his mind that he’s not actually going to get that. Loki’s living from second to second, trying to hold on. He probably thinks this ends with his death. (I do have issues with that Odin scene in context of Ragnarok but that’s more a tangential aside, so I’ll gloss over it for now.) Then seeing Thor and himself acting like brothers again is heartwarming. So just when he’s feeling uplifted, Thanos comes into the picture. He realizes how much control the titan still had over his life; he never really escaped. And in the end, Thanos made good on his promise. And that is terrifying! And he laughs at it. It’s a sad sort of laugh, one that’s slightly crazed. Loki feels that no matter what he does, it ends in pain. By the end of seeing all that, he is a man broken. Rather, more broken than he already was.

Loki is struggling. That’s nothing profound; it’s obvious. But where it really stands out to me is actually in a part I originally thought to be out of character. I am referring to “What if I was a robot and I didn’t know it.” Upon closer inspection, I realize it’s actually that his perception of himself has been so thrown that he really isn’t sure about his own chemical makeup anymore. Odin and Frigga keeping from him that he’s a frost giant made him so unsure of himself, he thought he might not even be a living being.

Nervous tics. Was I the only one noticing his leg bouncing when he talked to Mobius? And what about that scene when he’s sitting on the steps? He begins to pick at his hands. Note, that’s something he did in T1 after finding out he was a frost giant and while confessing to the Warriors Four about how he was the one who told the guard of their trip to Jotunheim. Just a little detail I really appreciated. (If anyone has gifs of any of these things, feel free to share :)

Mobius. I’ll be honest, I’m a bit undecided. I’m hesitant to say he’s evil. After all, we haven’t seen that much of him yet. However, I will say he is unscrupulous and manipulative. His questions weren’t to help Loki work through his trauma. Mobius was trying to goad him into helping, and likely was trying to gauge how much this Loki is like the variant he’s tracking. When Loki makes any admission of his feelings, it’s something he already knew, not a conclusion Mobius helped him reach. Mobius mocks him a bit and pushes his buttons because he sees Loki as a means to an end, and wants to know how easily he can get him to work with him. And what strikes me is how similar Mobius’s deal is to Thor’s deal in TDW. Thor doesn’t offer Loki freedom, he offers revenge. Mobius’s deal is just another variation of this. He can’t offer “salvation” but he can offer something “better”. Working for the TVA really isn’t better, though. So what does he mean? Well, I think he means a chance for Loki to prove he’s a hero. I hope as the show progresses it’s addressed that Loki doesn’t have to prove himself to anyone. That’s what he’s been doing his whole life, but I want Loki to see for himself that he doesn’t have to.

Miss Minutes. Propaganda. Plain and simple, it’s propaganda. Besides the way it praises the “time keepers” as amazing saviors, necessary to keep the world in order, it’s essentially saying “don’t think for yourself.” The whole point of the video is “the time keepers are great. The TVA is flawless. Trust us to decide everything. You have no autonomy in the world we want, so surrender your free will. Submit to the system we’ve decided is perfect and everything will be just fine.” Of course, by “just fine” they mean the variant will be pruned and the timeline will keep going as the time keepers see fit. The animation style was great though! It really fit.

The infinity stones. I think their inclusion makes sense. If you remember from Endgame, the stones being in the right place in the right time keeps the timeline from branching, and thus prevents the multiverse from being created. Likely, the time keepers used the stones to make their “sacred timeline.” Naturally, any variant time stones would cause a problem. That’s why they have so many extras. But think about how pointless so much of what happened seems. Nat, Gamora, Vision, Tony, everyone who was snapped, everyone who was left. So, literally the entire universe was flipped upside down for paperweights. It really puts Thanos’s pursuit of the stones into perspective, doesn’t it?

The cloaked figure. I think there’s some misdirection going on here in one way or another. Mobius says he’s chasing a Loki variant, then immediately it cuts to a scene with the cloaked figure. Our minds are likely to assume that is the variant then. But they don’t actually say it’s Loki, so I’m inclined to believe it’s not. Though, I don’t have enough information to say who I do think it is, I could make a couple of educated guesses and say Mephisto (he certainly interacted with Loki in the comics, plus there’s the stained glass window) or Sylvie. Well, whoever Sophia Di Martino’s character is. I know she was previously listed as Sylvie on sources such as IMDb, but that has since disappeared. But why would you have a “young Sylvie” (Cailey Fleming) without an older version? There is speculation Di Martino’s character will be Lady Loki, but I hope this won’t happen. If they make Lady Loki her own character, I doubt we’ll see Variant Loki get to be fluid. Even if it’s confirmed on the record, it’d be nice to see actually happen beyond a piece of paper. And with twist villains being such a prominent force in modern media, I’m interested to see who our cloaked friend really is.

Time travel. Like I said earlier, this is a lot. But I can’t talk about the episode and not mention this aspect in at least a little more depth. I don’t like how the MCU deals with time travel. I think it’s an unnecessarily complicated mix of a number of different, already complicated theories. However, I think Loki will ultimately escape from the TVA and create a multiverse too difficult to prune (and maybe he’ll actually get to burn the place down too!) This will then tie directly into Doctor Strange 2. Do you guys know what that’s called? The Multiverse of Madness. Actually, in the Miss Minutes propaganda, they almost exactly say “will throw the multiverse into madness.” Will we get to (finally!) see a certain raven-haired god meeting Dr. Strange? And maybe even the Scarlet Witch herself? Well, I’m not sure, but right now I think it’s looking pretty good!

And some random things that didn’t really anywhere else:

Peggy is in the background?! My thought here is that Steve wasn’t supposed to stay with her. This made not only a Variant Steve, but also a Variant Peggy. We may not see Steve, but I bet he’s been taken care of too!! And who knows? Maybe there will be a cameo later. Otherwise, it might be something that was cut from the show, or just a fun easter egg of sorts.

The score was so good! It sets the mood perfectly.

Loki is a good fighter. Even if he’s overpowered, he finds a way.

Some of the humor didn’t land, but that might just be a personal thing.

So now my final thoughts. It’s their strongest pilot yet. So much emotion crammed into less than an hour. A lot of exposition, too, yet it didn’t feel tedious (Endgame I’m looking at you). And then we get to delve into Loki’s psyche, something that really appeals to me! Overall, 9/10. I hope the rest of the series is as good!

Did I miss anything? Was there something you were hoping I’d mention and didn’t? Or do you have something to add or (politely!) disagree with? I’d love to hear it all! Remember, fandom is a safe space to talk about, analyze, and debate about things you enjoy. My ask box is always open with anon on. Reblogs and comments are great too. Thanks!

Me after watching the episode:

[holykillercake]

Love Ordeal

SANJI X f!READER

word count: 2k

summary: The Strawhts decide to play Secret Davy Treasure and Sanji doens´t stop asking whom you got. 

highlight:  ¨Sanji,¨ you sighed ¨I love you, but if you don´t stop, I will be forced to throw your cigarettes in the ocean and straighten your eyebrows.¨

warning: F.L.U.F.F.

notes: Guys! This a part 2/3 of a request for a fluff where they have a s/o that made them a thing with crochet and how they would react. Also, Secret Davy Treasure is like Secret Santa, but you know. ALSO, there is a surprise at the end! 

𝕷𝖊𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖘, 𝖗𝖊𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖘, 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊!

¨Just pick one, Luffy!¨

¨But which one?¨

¨It doesn´t matter!¨

¨Hmm, can I pick two?¨

¨NO!¨

Earlier that day, an old lady told Nami that whichever path Luffy chose would always lead to another Winter Island. So with the end of the year approaching and the cold weather, you decided to play Secret Davy Treasure, a great South Blue tradition.

It consisted of the participants writing their names on a piece of paper, mixing them in a bowl - or Luffy's hat - and drawing them.  Whoever’s name you picked is who you will buy or make a Secret Davy Treasure.

You should have guessed that even something that sounded so simple would be complicated in the Thousand Sunny. The crew didn´t seem to understand nor follow the rules of physics, reality, and the game. 

At first, Zoro folded his paper with his name on the outside; then Brook picked himself and didn´t tell anyone. Now you were struggling with Luffy, who couldn´t pick one because A) he wanted to know what was written inside, and B) he wanted to pick more than one. 

While Franky, Usopp, and Chopper yelled at him, trying to make him understand, Brook laughed at the whole situation, and the rest of you wished to die and get reborn as clams. 

Sanji adjusted the blanket around your bodies and hugged you tighter, chatting until the commotion was over.  

¨Will you tell me?¨ he blew some smoke, and you tilted your head to look at him. 

¨Tell what?¨

¨Who you got.¨

¨What? Of course no!¨ you laughed ¨This is not how you play it!¨

¨But we are a couple, Y/N-chan!¨

¨.., and?¨ you sang the word.

¨We shouldn't keep secrets from each other!¨

A cloud of white smoke came out of your mouth when you giggled before snuggling deeper in his arms. 

¨Okaay,¨ Usopp crawled closer to you, defeated and holding Luffy´s hat ¨he will be the last one.¨

Despite your captain yelling that he should be the first to pick, you were all getting tired and opted to ignore him. 

¨Thanks!¨ you used the blanket to cover yourself as you unfolded it.

A chuckle left your mouth when you saw the name written, and the blonde behind you tried to peek over your shoulder. But you were faster to put the piece of paper with the name of your boyfriend inside your bra.

You turned and gave him a peck on the cheek while he pouted. 

You would have one week to come up with a Davy Treasure for Sanji, and you knew exactly what to do, but some butterflies still flew in your belly, wondering if he would like it. 

As a matter of fact, he loved everything you did, from sweet love to extremely salty culinary disasters. He would find perfection in every little thing done by you.

Enjoying your last days on the island of Snow Globe Pole - yeah, almost as bad as ¨Long Ring Long Land¨ - you decided to tour the city, looking for what you needed to make your gift. Or rather, to crochet your gift.

That was the easy part, for you were on a winter island, yarn and wool were pretty abundant. Every style possible of every possible color, anything that crossed your mind was available in the store. It would have been distracting if you didn´t have the colors already chosen. 

But again, so much for an innocent game. So much for a bit of fun. So naive to believe that Sanji would stop asking you whom you picked. 

In his defense, he had gotten calmer during the first night. But after seeing the bag you brought from the store, he became even more annoying. 

Charming, loving, but still annoying. 

¨It´s not Franky, right? His hands wouldn´t fit in it.¨

¨His regular-sized-robotic-mannequin hands would.¨ you looked at him with a raised eyebrow and a smirk. 

You could almost see the gasp stuck in his throat and his heart skipping a beat. 

After that, he kept bringing you desserts, offering massages, and doing everything in his power to bribe you. Skypiea Sanji was not the real Love Ordeal. Secret Davy Treasure Sanji was the real Love Ordeal. 

¨Sanji,¨ you sighed ¨I love you, but if you don´t stop, I will be forced to throw your cigarettes in the ocean and straighten your eyebrows.¨

He grumbled ¨I love you¨ back among some other things and marched to the kitchen with flames on the top of his head. You chuckled and went back to your colorful wools. 

Before you chose his gift, you thought about Sanji and the things that he liked or needed. From cooking to smoking and women. 

Cooking for him would be outrageous. You wanted to give him something amazing, and you couldn't compare to him in the kitchen. At all.

Women. You were the only woman he wanted and needed, and honestly, you were the woman for the job. 

Now, smoking. You would not buy or make him cigarettes, obviously. But he had this adorable and clumsy thing of always burning the tips of his mittens whenever he lit a cigarette. 

Because of that, you decided to crochet him one of those fingerless gloves that come with a mitten flap so he could cover his fingers once he was done. Like that, he would be warm and natural disaster-free. 

¨There is orange, Y/N-chan! You got Nami, right?!¨ you jumped and almost stabbed yourself with the hook when he yelled in your ear.

¨Oh, my sweet Davy Jones, give me strength...¨ you whispered ¨There is also purple, Sanji-kun. It could be Brook or Robin.¨ 

He pondered over it a little, frowned, and made his way to the door.

¨Hey!¨ he turned with sad puppy eyes ¨Is this really important to you? To know who I got?¨ he nodded. 

You gestured with your head, telling him to come closer. A big and bright smile appeared on his face, and your heart beat stronger. That smile, you would punch the Red Line broken to create another All Blue for that smile. 

Oh, how you love this cook. 

¨Ok! Just because I am asking I´ll tell you first, ok?¨ he spoke with a lower voice but still sparkly. You smiled and nodded. ¨I got Chopper! And I bought him a new backpack with a lot of compartments for his medical stuff.¨

The way he paid attention to the tiny details made you melt. He was always taking care of others, complimenting the crew - except Zoro - and celebrating even the smallest of the successes. 

He showed you the blue backpack, very similar to Chopper´s current one, but a lot stronger, prettier, and more practical. He would love it, no doubts. 

¨Well,¨ you began ¨I got... Usopp.¨ 

You felt terrible about telling him a lie, but you couldn´t spoil your surprise.

 ¨Since we´re going to winter islands, I don´t want his finger to get tangled when, Uhm... he´s picking his Ketchup Stars, Green Stars, or Let´s-scare-creepy-girls-to-death Stars. I really hope he likes it.¨

If you were not paying enough attention, you would have missed Sanji´s disappointed look, which he quickly hid with a kind smile. 

¨You always think about everything, Y/N-chan. He will love it.¨ he kissed your forehead and went back to the kitchen. 

You waited until he closed the door to cringe ¨You are going to hell, Y/N.¨ 

Finally, the Secret Davy Treasure day arrived. You would exchange gifts and then have a nice dinner if Luffy didn´t make a party out of it. He definitely would. 

But you were also grateful that today was the day. Since you told Sanji that you had picked Usopp, he has been acting a little upset. The other guys didn´t notice, but you did. 

You would always notice. And you had an idea why. 

The gift exchanging rules were pretty simple.  The Secret Davy had to offer information about the person receiving the treasure, and the others had to guess. 

It started with Usopp, whose Secret Davy was Franky. He gave him a bunch of super tools and some colored light bulbs for the ¨Party Nipple¨ idea.

Franky´s Secret Davy was Robin. He gave her a journal with waterproof pages he created. 

Robin´s Secret Davy was you, and she presented you with a beautiful copy of a fictional adventure book since you were always reading them on the ship.

Then it was your turn. You held the gift wrapped in a shiny blue paper and began to describe your Secret Davy. 

¨My Secret Davy is... slightly annoying sometimes.¨

¨It´s the stupid-eyebrow.¨ Zoro said.

¨Shut up, marimo head!¨

You continued after Nami punched them. ¨My Secret Davy always takes care of us.¨ 

¨It´s Chopper!¨ you shook your head.

¨Hmm... my Secret Davy is an exceptional fighter! Really strong!¨ 

¨It´s me!¨ 

¨No, Zoro! It´s me! I will become the Pirate King!¨ 

¨Shut up, you two!¨

¨My Secret Davy is...¨ you looked at Sanji and smiled ¨... loving and caring.¨ 

He looked back at you, confused.  Why would you say those about Usopp? Not that he wasn´t loving and caring, but... still. 

¨My Secret Davy is... the man of my dreams, the prince of my fairy tale, and the love of my life.¨

A minute or two passed while everyone waited for Sanji to say something, but he remained frozen with a perplexed expression. 

¨Sanji-san, I think the treasure is yours.¨ Brook said calmy. 

The cook made his way to you slowly, taking the gift from your hands and opening it gently, without tearing the wrapping.  

Did he get upset because of your lie? 

¨Sanji...¨ you called him, but he kept staring at the gloves. 

You saw his eyes fill with water before he excused himself and exited the deck, leaving everyone staring at you. 

¨I don´t... I´m gonna...¨ you pointed and left too. 

When you entered your room, he was standing, back turned to you. Was he really crying, or you saw things?

¨Sanji-kun?¨

¨You remembered...¨ he turned around, still holding the mittens ¨These colors...¨ 

¨Yeah, they don´t really match, but...¨

¨I wanted it so much, Y/N. When I saw it, I wanted it so much.¨

He rushed in your direction and hugged you tight. He hugged you and you felt all his emotions, you felt the weight he carried in his heart. Not a bad weight, just the weight of missing someone you love. 

You knew that that was the reason he was pestering you so much, the colors. You had chosen the colors that Zeff, Sanji´s mentor, wore. 

The fingers were orange and purple, like his striped shirt. You added yellow details of his hair; the blue of his ascot, and the white of his apron. 

As you said, they didn´t match, but apparently, Sanji didn´t care.

He would always share stories about their lives and cook recipes that Zeff taught him. Despite him always calling him old man or damn geezer, the Red Leg was his father.

¨Thank you, Y/N-chan. I loved it.¨

The sound of him sniffing made you hold him stronger. 

¨I miss that damn geezer.¨ 

¨I´m sure he misses you too, Little Eggplant.¨ 

¨Oi!¨

You squeaked and laughed when he threw on the bed.

¨I´ll show you Little Eggplant!¨

Hey, Guys! SURPRISE! Here´s my first decent art? hahaha THE MITTENS!

I don´t know if the quality dropped. I´m using krita and still don´t know how to adjust the settings stuff when I´m saving a jpeg. Anyway, I hope you liked it!

[lemonsqueezee]

Osblaine Week - Day 1

Moment that made you ship:

I don’t really remember the moment I first started shipping them. The first time I watched the show I was stressed out because it’s so dark and I was waiting for something bad to happen. I blame my anxiety for that. I couldn’t relax and ship them immediately because I was worried Nick would turn out to hurt her. Boy was I wrong. It was more of a slow build for me. Looking back I think the moment that all of us, including June, first started really trusting Nick was S1 E5 when he told her he’s an Eye and when he apologized for saying yes to Serena and having sex with her. People in Gilead just don’t do those things, especially men.

The scene that really moved me into shipping territory was when June told Nick that she’s pregnant in the finale of S1. Nick had just broken up with June probably days before this because he was scared, and realistically they don’t know much about each other at this point. June had no idea how he’d react, and the idea of being pregnant, particularly by a man she actually loves, and having to give that baby up to these monsters is terrifying. Nick shocked her by not only being happy about it, but doing what he does best by bringing her hope and peace. He swallowed his fear and showed her that he’s all in. I feel like when he rests his head on her arm, you can actually see him vowing to himself that he’ll do everything possible to get June and their baby out of Gilead and protect them at all costs. This is the moment he becomes a father.

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Favorite scene or episode:

Pretty much every scene of theirs is my favorite. I love everything about these two, even their fight scenes. Nick and June have the most incredible chemistry I’ve ever seen, and their love is just so pure. They fell in love without all the frills and grand gestures we usually experience in our daily lives - they’ve seen each other in their rawest form under the worst kind of circumstances, yet their love is stronger than ever.

My favorite scene is when they tell each other I love you on the bridge in S4 E3. It’s the first time they say I love you at the same time on screen. It’s so powerful because everything that happened between them in the first 3 episodes was so complicated. He had her arrested, and he brought her to a torture facility. She could have easily pushed him away and cut him out of her life forever. But she understands why he had to do it - she understands that good people have to make complicated decisions in Gilead in order to survive. On the bridge Nick brought her the information that Hannah is safe and she loves June, and June gave Nick her vulnerability and her unending trust. If her arrest and torture didn’t break them, nothing will. That’s why it’s so powerful that they tell each other they love each other - they’ve proven to each other that their love is transcendent and it will survive anything. This scene upped their love to soulmate level status.

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My favorite episode is probably S2 E9 - Smart Power. The entire thing is powerful. But the game changer moment is Nick seeking out Luke in the bar to tell him June is ok, and then bringing that info back to June, knowing it’s going to break his heart. He didn’t have to go see Luke, but he did it for June. He risked his life by doing that, and also by bringing the Jezebel letters to Canada and giving them to Luke. He had to listen to June’s husband tell him that he loves June and will never stop, which had to shatter Nick’s heart. But being the good man he is, Nick not only went to immediately see June as soon as he got home (also risking his life), but he told her word for word everything Luke asked him to. He could have protected his heart and been selfish to try to keep June for himself and not relay the message, but he couldn’t do that. His love for her and her happiness is more important to him than his own feelings. This scene proved how strong his love is for her and how selfless he truly is. This scene is the reason why I will never understand antis thinking Nick is a bad person.

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Underrated scene:

One of my favorite scenes that people don’t really talk about is in S2 E10 when Nick comforts June in the snow after Hannah leaves the lake house. She’s absolutely destroyed from seeing Hannah, hearing her daughter express her anger at June for not saving her, and knowing she can’t see her baby again. She had just been horrifically raped by Fred and Serena, and she knows she’s going to have this baby and have to give it up any day now. June is a wreck at this point, and she’s literally on her knees in the snow, crying harder and feeling the most pain she’s ever felt in her life. Nick knows all this, except for the rape (although he knows Fred did something bad), and he tears up watching June be a good mother to her daughter. He also realizes that he’ll be feeling similar feelings of pain by being separated from his own daughter very soon. He gets down in the snow and just holds her, kisses her head, and comforts her with his love. She clings to him for dear life, soaking in all of his love and comfort. It’s the only peace he can bring her, and it’s just so loving and pure. This scene is so them - supporting each other, being each other’s rock, using their bodies to show their love for each other.

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[warlordgab]

LuNa analysis: Emotional and Intellectual chemistry

This is a special edition meant to help a friend explain this aspect of Luffy and Nami's relationship as potrayed in Oda's works (excludes the anime adaptation). It's no something truly new, it's more like a summary of multiple analyses made in this blog and other places.

The first time we mentioned this particular subject in this blog, the idea was to showcase the difference between "sexual tension" and the concept of chemistry.

Shallow fans sometimes used both terms interchangeably as if they were the same thing. Well, they're not.

Chemistry refers to the natural connection between two persons, a common feeling between two characters that leaves a impact strong enough to move their hearts and stimulate their minds. Needless to say, it's something complex, sometimes subtle, but very appealing.

It's not something tied to sexual attraction, and it's definitively not a mere infatuation. It's something much deeper than that...

However, some popular newcomers to the One Piece community mistake this concept with "dynamic." They may focus on character(s) they grow fond with, and then claim their dynamic is a sign of "chemistry" because of how much they like it.

The "character dynamics" would refer to the way characters work with or against each other within the story. While chemistry is about how the characters bond with each other throughout the story.

But then, how does LuNa showcase actual chemistry? By relying on more than one kind of chemistry.

We've seen it before, the development of a bond that grows naturally through mutual trust/faith, with the most importat trait being the capability of regulating the partner's emotions.

This kind of chemistry is marked by emotional support producing a remarkable attachment. In such a relationship, the distressed person feels comfortable enough to express their anxiety, grief, and helplessness to their partner because said partner is capable of providing with relief, comfort, and/or hope.

It's probably starting to sound familiar, right? LuNa fans would certainly think of Arlong Park and the pass of the hat, a gesture that provided Nami with the relief and hope she needed to stand up and keep going.

But, we have the moments from Skypiea too:

When she was overwhelmed by fear and doubts, Luffy does something similar, but this time is to remind Nami that she's the companion of the future Pirate King, and as such, she has nothing to fear. It was so effective that it led to a remarkable character moment from Nami, and her brief skirmish with Enel, in which she drew courage from her captain. That creates enough confidence for Nami to open her heart when there's something troubling her. Remember Water 7? After learning the truth about Robin's desertion, and shortly after missing the train Robin got in, Nami didn't seem distressed at all. In fact, she got up determined and unwilling to give up. But, how did she act when she got the chance to explain the truth to Luffy?

She and displayed the helplessness, frustration, and sadness she truly felt when she got to Luffy.

A smilar scene plays out when we get to Zou. Sanji was taken away, and while Nami seemed ok and even elated at the fact Luffy and the rest are back, is when she's in Luffy's arms that she once again expresses how helpless and anguished she feels...

This is how emotional chemistry looks like! It's not about meaningless flattery, flowery words, nor a mere infatuation. It's about growing attached to one another through a strong companionship, mutual trust/faith, offering support/comfort when needed.

Now, true chemistry occurs when characters affect each other in meaningful ways. And Nami also has an effect on Luffy. When Oda wrote the Strong World movie, we get to see how she affects her captain. When Nami got no other choice but leave a message in which she seemingly doubts Luffy's strength and capabilities, Luffy reacts this way...

This shows how much Luffy values the perception Nami has of him.

Another perceptive reader explained the difference between this situation and Ennies Lobby. During that massive rescue mission "Luffy is angry at Robin for not worrying about her own safety." In Strong World, the idea of Nami not believing in him is something Luffy takes personal. And as explained in multiple posts, we later learn Nami never stopped believing in Luffy, and the idea of Luffy hearing about it was pretty embarrassing to her.

Well, what about Intellectual Chemistry?

This is a tricky one, because most people think is having a similar level of intelligence. But, even in real life, it's pretty likely potential partners have different degrees of education, so they're not always going to perfectly click or match in this regard.

Then, how people can develop this kind of chemistry under such circumstances? One of concepts of intellectual chemistry is the capability of challenging each other's perspective and beliefs on subjects and matters relevant to both persons.

LuNa fits the second bit, for the greatest challenge each character's perspective has is the other's...

...Nami’s character from the very beginning had a very clear distate for pirates and had trouble trusting others. Her perspective served as not only a contrast to Luffy's idealism, but also as a challenge Luffy and his ideals had to actively overcome. This kind of chemistry covers other aspects that, even people who are not fond of LuNa, could see and mention. For example:

Unlike Zoro, Robin, and others crewmates who, more often than not, go along with Luffy's course of action without questioning their captain, Nami is usually the one who challenges Luffy's decisions. It makes sense given Nami's role, as she herself explained in Weatheria...

While Luffy is the one who chooses where to go, Nami is the only one can get him where he wants to go. She seeks to provide Luffy with the  guidance he needs to survive his journey. She’s the compass leading Luffy towards his adventures.

Now, Intellectual Chemistry not only consists of challenging each other’s perspectives, it’s also about openly discussing each other’s ideas with the right mindset, not because you’re trying to win an argument, but as a mean to learn more about your partner, and as a result, you get to better understand that significant person and both parts work together as a team.

In this regard, it's true Nami is one who questions Luffy the most, but  she doesn't actively try to change his mind, instead she attempts to get Luffy to rationalize his choices.  And once Luffy voices out his reasons and/or motivations for doing something, she offers her assitance and full support. We see one example in Skypiea:

At first, she questions why Luffy is making such a great effort to climb the beanstalk and fight Enel a second time, Nami even urges him to stop and flee with her. She keeps pushing until Luffy clearly states why he's not running away.

Nami could easily run away on her own, but as soon as she understands Luffy’s reasons, she stays, and they’re able to work together to ride the beanstalk so Luffy can finally defeat Enel.

This is not one-sided either. If we go to the Dressrosa arc, we got Nami communicating Luffy her plan of splitting into two teams to keep Ceasar and Momonosuke away from Doflamingo. 

And Luffy not only fully supports her idea, he even follows it up with a mission for the team that stayed at Dressrosa.

Another possible example could be one particular scene from the Zou arc. Luffy’s original intent was going to rescue Sanji on his own...

...until Nami reminds him how much he needs her and her navigation skills to keep going. Luffy accepts the reasons she gave him, and alters his original plan accordingly.

We can find other moments to showcase this aspect of their relationship, but to make things short, we can sum it up like this: when their different perspectives clash, they challenge each other’s ideas to the point of gaining a better understanding of each other, and end up acting according to that understanding, they display Intellectual chemistry.

Bonus: Physical Chemistry?

I wasn't going to include this one, but given a japanese fan brought it up ages ago, I decided to leave a couple of scenes that may fit the concept.

That japanese fan based his comment on Strong World, the movie written by Oda. To make it short, physical chemistry doesn't necessarily means "sex" either, it really comes down to how comfortable a person feels with their partner. However, the details and quirks in this particular kind of chemistry vary from people to people. Just like it can vary from writer to writer.

We often mentioned in this blog certain moment in Fishman Island, where Nami had no problem with Luffy wrapping himself around her...

...she indeed bickered with Luffy, but it was about Luffy's wanting to venture through a dangerous route rather than their physical closeness. A nice way to show how comfortable she feels around him. In contrast, she doesn't pull any punches, or thunders, when punishing people for pervying around her. Something that remains consitent even in the Wano arc (at least in the original source: the manga) Regardless of whether or not these count as “physical chemistry,” we can still appreciate how Oda crafted a solid emotional chemistry, and intellectual chemistry as well, in the way he wrote Luffy and Nami.

[oh-no-a-whovian]

Like real people do pt 2

Boba Fett X daughter reader. Din Djarin x Fett! Reader

Summary: [Y/N] Fett is ready to inherit her father’s armour. He just has to help a Mandalorian and his son first. A Mandalorian you feel an immediate connection with.

Warnings: none?

Word count: 1544

Links: masterlist

You groan and bite your lip as pain surges through your side, pulling you from sleep. The smell of hygiene equipment and sterile surfaces fills your nose as you fight the stark white lights to open your eyes.

“Your father isn’t very happy with you.” a deep voice sounds to your right and you freeze, racking your mind trying to remember who it is. Forcing your eyes open at last, the bright lights hurt your eyes as they reflect off the man’s shiny armour as he sits relaxed on the seat beside you.

“No, he wouldn’t be” you huff out a pained laugh, wincing and clasping your side as the wound seems to burn. “First time he begrudgingly lets me join and I get stabbed”

“Thank you”

“For what? Getting stabbed?” you groan as you try to sit up. Swiftly the Mandalorian is by your side, helping you move and shoving pillows behind you.

“For trying. You almost died trying to help and… I’m… grateful” he says as he sits back down. You simply nod as you nestle into your new position.

“I’m guessing we didn’t have enough bacta?” you ask as you eye the bloody bandage on your side.

“No, there was enough. It was a deep wound, even bacta can’t heal that instantly.”

“I’m sorry I lost the kid” you say as you stare into the visor of his helm. “I tried but… I doubt even my father could have handled four specialty battle droids” he nods solemnly as he leans back into the chair, his visor still locked on you. “We’re in hyperspace right? Where we headed?” you ask as you notice the familiar buzz through the ship.

“Nevarro. I have a friend who can help us find the people who took Grogu.” He says looking over as Fennec enters with a tray of food for you. “Will take us a few days to get there though”

“His name’s Grogu?” you smile, never looking away from the man in beskar, you only have eyes for him right now. Even as Fennec places your tray down. “Do you have a name?” you smirk as you gently lean towards him, grabbing a wafer from the tray without even looking.

“Not sure your father would approve of you flirting with the Mandalorian [Y/N]” Fennec huffs in amusement. Gently she moves the blanket and pulls off the bandage, checking the progress on the wound.

“If you’re trying to embarrass me, it’s not gonna work” you grin, point a finger at her as you crunch into the wafer. “So? Name?”    

“Din” he replies and you hear a huff of amusement through his vocoder.

“Din” you grin “it’s nice to meet you. I promise we’ll get your kid back.”

“Good to see you up” your father says behind you making you stand up straight in front of the mirror. You turn when you realise what he’s wearing from the reflection. The armour is scraped up, patches of silver beskar shining through the chipped green and red paints. A huge dint sits above the left eye and an antenna rises above the right side of the head. It’s so similar to Din’s but so uniquely Fett. “You had me worried sick [Y/N]”

“I know daddy” you sigh, looking down feeling shame.

“I didn’t argue. I let you out of the ship, and you almost die.” He says as he pulls off his helmet dumps it on the bed and within just a few steps, is pulling you into his arms. It’s uncomfortable compared to what you’re used to, the beskar doing its job. Making a hardened exterior.

“I’m okay daddy. I promise.”

“I’ll fix the armour up for you, make sure it never happens again” you can hear the worry in his voice as he tries not to crush you in his arms. You know you’re all he has apart from this ship and although he’s a hardened bounty hunter, you know that if he lost you it would kill him.

“My side is almost healed” you mention as you pull away, grabbing your necklace from beside the sink. “Should be good to go before we even reach Nevarro” you see him tense when he realises you’re saying you’re ready to try again but he says nothing just nods. You know he hates it but surely e knows he can’t keep you hidden from the dangers of the galaxy forever.

“Guess I’ll have to get to work on the armour then” he sighs, grabbing the helm from the bed.

“Thank you daddy” you smile, placing a soft kiss on his cheek.

“Should you really be doing that?” you hear the Mandalorian ask from the doorway as you do pull ups in your room.

“Probably not but I feel fine” you huff as you pull yourself up, hold, then drop.

“Nice necklace” he comments and you smirk as you approach him. Your necklace sits practically in your cleavage that is very on display. “What’s the symbol?”

“Thanks, I’m not sure actually. It’s from a market in the colonies near the centre of the galaxy. Apparently the merchant got it from a planet called Earth on the un-charted side of the galaxy. Apparently it’s called an ankh.”

“It’s… interesting.”

“Was there a reason you came to find me?” you ask as you pour yourself a glass of spotchka from your hidden stash. Your father would be none too pleased to find you’re hiding this stuff.

“Uh… no… I was just walking by. Was clearing my head. Not used to not being the pilot.”

“Mmm, well feel free to use the exercise equipment in my room” you offer gesturing around to the stuff behind you. “I definitely won’t mind the show” you wink as you recline back against the head of the bed. You hear his modulator try to hide his small laugh, a smile spread to your cheeks at the sound. You wish you knew what he looked like, could see what his smile is like.

“Maybe some other time. Like Fennec said earlier not sure your father would approve” he echoes in amusement. You eye him up and down, tilting your head as you watch him hover by the door way, not seeming to want to leave.

“You’re probably right. Feel free to have a seat” you hum, gesturing to the space beside you. he hesitates for a second, looking between the door and your prone form.  Eventually he gives in, taking up the space beside you. His position is stiff, laying as if he wants to relax but also ready to bolt from the room. “You’re trying to distract yourself aren’t you?” you ask as you turn onto your side to look at him better. “Your head is running through the thousand things they could be doing and you have no idea what to do for the two days it’s gonna take just to get to Nevarro”

“You know the helmet is supposed to make it so you can’t read what I’m feeling… among other things.” He deflects, keeping his visor staring straight at the stark silver ceiling, almost as bright as his helm.

“He’s going to be fine.” You say quietly as you lay the rest of the way down, placing a hand gently on his bicep. You feel him tense more, if that’s even possible, but eventually he relaxes, the tension filling his body seeping away. “You’ll see him again and he will be so happy to be in the safety you will make for him. He’ll be so happy to be with you again”

“Don’t know about how safe it is for him to be with me. I lost him.”

“I lost him. You can only say you lost him if you were the one stabbed by a massive robot.” You tease, making him finally look at you. “You feel it right? Even with all the worry, you know he’s ok.” Slowly he nods, the motion practically unnoticeable because of the full get up. “Hold onto that feeling and it will give you the strength you need.”

For a while you felt his eyes on you as you kept yours closed beside him. It’s like this weight, a buzz under your skin and in your mind. A feeling that makes you want to move the helmet just to check. But instead you lie still until you feel the buzz leave and his breathing even out into soft breaths. You almost want to touch him, place a hand on his chest and feel the fall and rise, but you keep your hand where it is, on the cloth on his bicep. Opening your eyes, you stare at the metal clad man in front of you and smile. The moment quickly diminishing when there’s a knock at your door way.

“Your father wants you so he can make sure he edits the armour shape properly.” Fennec says, keeping her voice low as if she knows the man beside you is asleep. With a small nod, gentle movements and a glance back at the man in your bed, you follow her out. You can’t help but think though how well he fits in your space. You don’t know why but you really like that he does.

 Tags: @yamaktaria @rand0m--fangirl @salty-sith-bitch @periwinklehoney  @itsroguelife @rogueheretic555

[tinyboxxtink]

Return To Sender

Ok so I was eating a corn on the cob earlier and it made me realize how similar it is to.....other things. So this came out. Yes, a corn on the cob prompt.

Don't judge me. Or do. Just enjoy.

PART 2

You had been working at SVU for several months now, and you loved every moment of it. Especially the moments with the ADA, Rafael Barba. You couldn’t deny you became enamored with him the moment he walked into the squad room on your first day. But you kept your little infatuation to yourself; at work anyway. When you would go home to your childhood best friend and current room mate, they’d ask you to spill details of your day, and many of those details included Rafael.

This one particular evening, Amanda had invited you out to eat with the squad. You hadn’t exactly “bonded” with anyone yet, and it was a welcoming gesture that you happily accepted. To your delight, the “squad” included Rafael! You desperately tried to hide your excitement as you followed Amanda to the back of the restaurant where the gang already had drinks and a calamari appetizer.

“I uh, I didn’t realize we were going fancy,” You sheepishly stated, after greetings of welcome were exchanged.

“I didn’t think Fazolli’s counted as ‘fancy’. Liv and I come here all the time” Rafael shrugged.

“Any food that doesn’t come out of Styrofoam containers is fancy to me, counselor,” You bit back with a bit more attitude than you meant. Rafael raised an eyebrow at your sudden bold demeanor.

“Ah. Well, I suppose we could take up a collection plate for you to eat something,” he smirked back as he sipped his scotch.

“Rafa, don’t be a dick. If you need a spot sweetie I got you, i invited you,” Amanda gave you a sympathetic look.

“I don’t think she’d have any trouble getting any guy to buy her anything in here,” Sonny chuckled, gesturing to your outfit.

Okay, so you were younger than them; Significantly younger. You couldn’t help it you were a child prodigy, graduating college at 18. And instead of being a rocket scientist, you used your many scholarship offers to go through the Police Academy AND Law School, because you wanted to use your smarts to help people. So yes, you were quite younger than the rest of them. Probably a big reason this was the first time you had been invited out to their “Grown Up” dinners.

You glanced down to the outfit Sonny was referring to; nothing fancy. Although you had to admit it showed off more cleavage than any of them were used to seeing on you. You blushed and pulled your jacket over your top and grabbed a menu to cover your red face.

“Thanks, I think,” You muttered a small thanks to Sonny, to which he winked back. Good lord maybe this wasn’t a great idea. You flipped out your phone and texted your roommate, begging them to help you get through this. You discreetly dictated the progression of the evening, like a play by play in a football game.

However as the night went on, you became more and more comfortable with your coworkers. They really were wonderful people; and the three drinks you had didn’t hurt either.

“Damn Y/N, I didn’t realize you were so funny!” Fin laughed, recovering from one of the jokes you had continually kept in the conversations all night.

“Oh yeah, Clown College is one of the most prestigious degrees I have in my collection,” You nodded your head as if in a subtle bow.

“That’s right, you’re like a child genius aren’t you?” Liv asked; she had definitely noticed that when she went over your resume to hire you.

“Emphasis on child,” Rafael muttered with food in his mouth. The group stopped laughing and glanced at him with perplexed looks.

“Really man?” Sonny asked with a hint of defense in his tone.

“Oh it’s fine, old man river is just upset he's not the center of attention for once,” you smirked at him without missing a beat. He huffed and muttered grumblings in Spanish under his breath while the rest of the table chuckled in amusement. Nobody had dared to mess with the big bad DA in social settings, he was scary enough in the courtroom.

You were so engrossed in the little cat and mouse game you were playing with the man you’d been obsessed with for months that you had forgotten you were in the middle of a conversation with your roommate. Your phone finally began vibrating on the table, causing Amanda to notice.

“Someone waiting on you?” She asked. “Boyfriend maybe?”

“Or a sitter, perhaps?” Rafa once again tried the young thing, but he was a bit more drunk than earlier and his quip made no sense.

“That would mean I HAVE a kid, counselor. Which I do not.” you rolled your eyes.”Or a boyfriend,” you added with a smirk. Oh God why were you being so brash NOW? Reign it in there, Don Juan.

You quickly jotted a text to your roommate letting them know you were ok and that the evening was going significantly better by the moment, and you’d tell them more when you got home later.

Not a second after you hit SEND did Amanda’s phone go off in her pocket. She looked at it with an amused smile.

“Uh how sloshed are you, newbie?” She giggled, starting to read the text.

Your face drained of all color, your expression frozen in fear. Oh God OH GOD she’s going to read that, let’s just say, ADULT detailed text you had just sent. You watched her expression go from amusement, to confusion, to absolute delight as she looked between you and Rafael. The rest of the table looked at each other in confusion, as she added “Ok ya’ll listen to this,”

Was she SERIOUS? She was going to read this intercepted text of your most private thoughts ALOUD to all of your coworkers?!

“Oh um, Amanda you know I really don’t think…” You tried going for her phone while looking at her with pleading eyes.

“Ok Ok, you’re right. I’m just teasing girl,” She smiled as she patted you on the back, and you started to relax back into your chair. That is, until you heard Sonny’s voice next to you:

“Oh my God the way Rafael is sucking down his corn of cob definitely confirms my thought of him giving EXCELLENT head,”

Your head spun so fast you swore it might have twisted off like a Barbie doll as you saw your phone was left unlocked and open on messages right on the table, and Sonny had just read a text you had sent your BFF earlier!

The entire table fell silent, Olivia had done a spit take as Sonny was talking. You couldn’t bring yourself to look up at ANYONE, you just snatched your phone off the table and stuck it in your lap while glaring holes into the floor. Should you leave? You should probably leave. Would it be worse if you left?

“Wow Y/N I am so sorry, I just...I ain’t the smartest guy and sometimes I read stuff out loud without thinking and I...I shouldn’t have been lookin at your messages,” You heard Sonny’s soft apology, but it sounded so far away. Oh God, were you having a panic attack?!

Suddenly, you hear a boisterous laugh that knocks you back to reality. You lift your head slightly from your lap to see Rafael laughing and shaking his head.

“So that’s why you're so mean to me, carino,” he smiled, dying down his laughter. “You have a crush on me!”

Oh good God, you’ve had nightmares go better than this.

“Wha-- n-n-no, you’re mean to ME, counselor,” You found yourself shooting back at him like a five year old.

“Oh good lord, just make out already!” Fin laughed, the others followed suit. The two of you locked eyes and blushed before quickly looking anywhere else but each other.

“Um...you know maybe I should go, I have court early tomorrow,” Rafael cleared his throat, gathering his belongings.

“Let’s all just agree the last 10 minutes never happened, yeah?” he proposed to the group, who all nodded back with amused smiles.

“I’ll see you all on Monday,” He nodded to the group as he got up from the table, walking behind your chair.

“....And for the record, I AM excellent in that area,” He whispered in your ear. Your face turned hot, your core tingled. Your head whipped around to confirm what he had just said, but he was already out the door. Did….Did you just make that up in your head?

You glance at the now three remaining dinner mates, huge smiles on all of them back at you.

“Well, I guess you’re welcome then!” Sonny laughed, Amanda hit him in annoyance.

Yeah. That had DEFINITELY just happened.

[toomanyfandoms02]

Evidence // Spencer Reid x Reader

HEY guess who's back. I'm SO SO SO sorry for the delay. I've been having the most SERIOUS case of writers block and I'm finally pulling myself out of it YAYYYY. So here ya go.

Not a request, but I couldn't resist this prompt!

Summary - Spencer and Reader get locked in the evidence room.

Prompt - “What on earth happened in here?"

Word count - 2.9k

Spencer and I often stayed after together to finish up work. We didn't like to have to wake up so early to make touch ups. So here we were, sitting on the floor in the back of the evidence room. We were sat behind tall filing cabinets, a dim lamp lit beside us.

We were working a case in Arizona involving 3 girls. It was running relatively smooth, the problem was that the police station that we were placed at was in the middle of nowhere. And that was proven by the signal warning on my phone.

*unable to send message.*

Good thing it wasn't anything important.

There were multiple pages sprawled out in front of us, we looked between them all.

"I don't think we will have to stay too long after today." I commented. "It looks like we are working pretty fast this time around."

"I guess we're getting the hang of this " Spencer laughed, writing something down.

*click*

I craned my neck around the cabinets, wondering if someone was coming in the door. Seeing no one, I turned back to him, shrugging my shoulders.

We continued for another hour (and 28 minutes by Spencer's count). I stacked the papers together, shutting them in a folder and tucking it under my arm. I stood from my previous position, stretching my back.

"That's enough sitting on a concrete floor for me." I complained, hunching over and dragging myself to the door. This earned a laugh from Spencer. I reached for the knob, eager to get to the hotel and sleep.

But the knob only jiggled.

And jiggled.

And didn't budge.

"Uh. I think, I think the door is locked." I whispered, turning to Spencer slowly.

"No way." He stated, lightly pushing me out of the way. I listened as he jiggled it, desperately trying to turn the door knob. His head was placed against the glass, hands framing his eyes while he looked out the small doors window. "The lights are all off out there. I think they are on night patrol."

"Well this is thrilling." I laughed, slumping onto the floor. I pulled my phone from my pocket, holding it in the air and attempting to call Emily. The call started, my excitement being crushed by a warning on my phone.

*Your call cannot go through at the moment, we are unable to find a signal.*

Well fine then.

"Do you know how to pick a lock?" He asked.

"If there was anyone that knows how to pick a lock, I thought it would be you."

"Why?" His posture looked stiff and offended.

"You know everything." I deadpanned offering a dumb look. He rolled his eyes at this and sat down across from me. "Do you think we'll die in here?" I asked nonchalantly. Spencer squinted his eyes at me.

"Well statistically, no." And that's all he said.

"Is that all you got?"

"I'm too tired to ramble." He groaned. His head was leaned back on a cabinet. "But I will say that on average night patrols and at around 3:30 to 4 am. So we have quite a few hours to kill." The clock on the wall read 11:17. Yeah, we had some time to kill.

"Alright, we aren't just gonna sit here. We are gonna play games, I can't stand to sit in silence." Spencer sat up slightly, flashing me a confused look.

"Like what?"

"We are going to start with would you rather. I'll start." My head started sorting through all of the would you rather questions I had been asked that I loved and found the perfect one for this genius.

"Would you rather lose the ability to read or the ability to speak." I watched as he opened his mouth to answer then closed it, thinking again. I thought this would be a pretty obvious answer for him.

"I think I would lose the ability to speak. I could do nearly everything the same. I would just have to write my findings down." He sat in thought for a moment. "Would you rather have unlimited international first class tickets or never have to pay for food at restaurants?" I was thoroughly surprised by the question.

"That's a good one! I definitely want to travel, but I do eat a lot... First class tickets. I want to see ancient ruins, can't walk to them." I laughed. We played this game for around 10 more minutes before getting extremely bored of it.

"Alright enough of this." I groaned, coming up with a new idea. "We are gonna play two truths and a lie. Pretty straight forward, I'll start and you try to guess which one is a lie." Spencer nodded and waited. "I broke my leg while falling from a tree when I was 9, I've had a crush on someone on the team, and I once ate nerds candy for a whole week when I was 7 and had to get my stomache pumped." The last one had his eyebrows furrowing. I remained still and emotionless so he couldn't read me as well.

"I completely believe that you ate candy for a week and had to get medical attention as a result." He pointed out oh so graciously. "And you're a total klutz too, so it wouldn't surprise me if you broke your leg. Plus I think I'd know if you ever liked someone on the team. Final answer you've never had a crush on anyone on the team." He looked so smug in the moment, this just got me more pumped to wipe that smile from his face.

"Nope." As expected, his face immediately fell.

"Who did you like!" Spencer's arms were flailing in exasperation.

"I don't have to tell you that." I chuckled. "Now you go." My foot kicked his lightly, egging him on. He gave a glare and moved on reluctantly.

"I'm afraid of the dark, the only reason I drink coffee is because I had a crush on a girl who liked it, and I drank 11 cups of coffee one day and was up for 39 hours straight."

"You definitely drink coffee because you like it and not because of a girl, lie." There was no question about it, that would be a dumb reason to drink something.

"Actually that is why I drink coffee."

Huh?

"The lie is that I was up for 39 hours straight, I was only up for 35."

"Christ Spence!" I shook my head in disapproval. "Tell me about the girl." I could see his cheeks flush in the slightest. ~~Silently wishing that I could make him feel like that~~

"Her name was Josephine and she lived on my street. She and I would play chess together in the park whenever I wasn't studying, and she would bring a cup of coffee every day. Eventually, in my own way to impress her, I started bringing coffee too. And she liked that, but of course we drifted apart because of how fast my life was moving. It's unfortunate." He was staring down at his hands now. "You and her are very similar. I think that's why we've gotten so... close." That comment got me very curious.

"How were we alike? If you don't mind me asking."

"She was kind and funny, never let anyone down. And she was intelligent. Not only in personality either, you have the same color hair and eyes. I bet you guys would have gotten along really well." I could see him making his thinking face, I assume he was looking into past memories.

"That's so sweet." I kicked his foot with a smile, bringing him back to reality. "So, last round until we are playing the dreaded truth or dare ooooOooOooOooo." Spencer laughed and rolled his eyes. "I use to have a cat named Piglet because of how obsessed with Winnie the Pooh I was, my first boyfriends name was Spencer, and I play guitar."

"There is absolutely no way your first boyfriends name was Spencer, it's the 828th most popular name. That would be nearly impossible or a crazy coincidence." His hand gestured were out of this world at this point, completely flabbergasted that I would even try to tell him such a *lie*.

"Wrong again pretty boy, that's true. His name was Spencer Allen Sallow. The only reason I remember his middle name is because I remember his initials being 'SAS'. Are you ready for truth or dare?"

"I guess." He mocked annoyance and threw his head back.

"Ok, truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"If you could make one wish, right this second, what would it be?" He stared at me intently for a moment, as if he was looking for the answer in me. He then lightly shook his head, it was so small, but hard to miss considering we were practically having a staring contest.

"I would wish for the door to be unlocked so I could sleep at the hotel." His head nodded.

"Boring, I choose dare." I was now sitting much closer to him, waiting for whatever that beautiful brain could come up with. Spencer looked to the papers on the floor and then back at me, an evil smirk forming on his lips.

"Do a snow angel in our paperwork." My shoulders slumped.

"What if I rip something!" I wouldn't usually whine like this but *geez* I did not want to redo all this.

"Just be careful then." I looked at him with a pleading look. "Oh so you're *boring*." That's what got me.

"**Fine!**" I slowly lowered myself onto the papers, flattening out and looking up to Spencer, he was hovering over me slightly in a criss-crossed position with that evil smirk. His hands gestured me on.

I laid my arms and legs and and moved them, hearing the paper scrape against the floor and giggling. I had to admit, it was fun. And if having fun with Spencer meant I had to redo a few papers.

Then so be it.

I sat up after Spencer told me I'm done through fits of laughter, holding his stomache and nearly toppled flat on the floor. I looked around happily to see most papers were only crinkled, not ripped. I'll just have to flatten them out tomorrow.

"Okay asshat, truth or dare." He tapped his chin, looking daring for once.

"Dare." Perfect.

"Serenade me." I crossed my arms over my chest as I watched his face fall.

"With just my voice?"

"Oh no no, I have an instrument, the bag I carry with us on cases is like a never ending bag." I reached into the giant bag and pulled out a ukelele case, but not an *ordinary* uke case, a *mini* uke case. "Can you play ukelele?" I pulled it from the case, handing it over to him.

"No, but I may be able to pick it up."

"So you will actually serenade me!?" I got my hands ready to clap.

"Sure, why not." I clapped infinitely fast, watching him pluck at the strings a bit and lean back into the cabinets. Then he started on a beat, one that I recognized.

"Put your head on my shoulder, hold me in your arms, baby. Squeeze me oh so tight. Show me that you love me too." I listened to him through the whole song, knowing full well that as soon as he was strumming that ukelele I was already done for.

"How did I do?" He strummed the last chord and look up at me with a smile.

Oh how I wanted to tell him that he serenaded me to the sun and back.

"That was amazing! You learned that om the spot?"

"Yeah, like piano. It's basically just math and note remembrance." He shrugged, setting it back in my case. "Truth or dare."

"Truth."

"What's the first thing on your bucket list and your biggest secret?"

"You can't ask two questions, that's cheating!" I laughed.

"You technically never specified that so, answer."

This little shit.

"Fine. The first thing on my bucket list has been the same since I was an 8th grader, which is to fall in love. And I know that's cliche but I'm sticking to it." I didn't want to tell him my biggest secret. Truth be told I had a pretty normal life, so my biggest secret was my attraction to him. After telling my mom about it she told me workplace romances were dangerous and wrong, so I tried so hard to get over it. But it's not going away, it's doing anything but that.

"Come on y/n, I'm not going to judge you for your secret."

Yeah uh huh, sure.

"It's embarrassing, and I would prefer not to tell you in a locked room so I can immediately escape after I tell you. So can I just tell you when the door gets unlocked?"

"It can't be that bad."

"It is."

"Please Y/n!"

"I like you!" His mouth shut quickly, tilting his head like a confused puppy. Now that I had given out my biggest secret, I felt a little... powerful. I crossed my arms firmly over my chest, maintaining eye contact, my heart pounding out of my chest. He wanted the truth and he got it, I hope he's happy to be stuck with me in this room for another hour and a half.

"Really?" Was all he could say.

"No. I just said that I could have awkward tension swirling around the room for the next hour, I love doing that." I replied in the most monotone voice I could muster. A very faint smile was appearing on Spencer's face, making me a little nervous. He quirked one eyebrow.

"Are you sure it's not sexual tension?"

What?

My eyebrows raised at the question. Was he... flirting with me? I didn't know he knew how to do that, let alone so *well*. He began speaking again.

"Truth or dare?"

"It's my turn to ask you."

"Truth. Or. Dare." Who knew Mr. Sweatervest could seem so intimidating.

"Dare."

"I dare you to act on your biggest secret." Is this some weird way to make me kiss him, because it's working. If we aren't on the same page, this is about to get Mega embarrassing, but I don't think this could get any weirder. I crawled forward, placing myself on his lap and staring into his eyes. I've never seen him smile so big.

"Are you sure about this?"

"Actually no, this is awful you should really stop." He deadpanned, lightly placing his hands on my hips.

"One, since when do you use sarcasm. And two, I hate you." I giggled, pulling his face to mine. One of his hands fled to my cheek, rubbing his thumb across it. He pressed further into the kiss, all while pulling me impossibly closer.

Is this real?

I pulled one hand away from his face, putting it on the skin of my thigh and pinching myself.

"Ouch shit!"

And apperantly I don't know my own strength.

"Are you okay?" Spencer's face was a wave of concern, scanning over my face quickly to make sure he didn't do something wrong.

"Yeah I was just, pinching myself to make sure this was real." I lifted my hand to his shoulder, resting it there.

"Why? Is this like a lot of your dreams?" He winking obviously at me as I slapped his chest.

"Please stop." I whined, pulling myself off of his lap. "I'm very tired and we still have an hour left, are you up for a cat nap?" I pulled a blanket from my bag. "We can use this as a pillow, it's already pretty hot in here."

"Definitely." I made it into a pillow, giving him enough room. He slung his arm around me, burying his head in the crook of my neck. "Thank you for telling me. And for the record, I wouldn't want to be locked in a room with anyone else." And with many papers scattered messily around us, we fell asleep.

-

I shot up, hearing voices I knew all too well.

"What the hell is happening, since when it pretty boy a playboy."

"Finally! Now y/n can stop silently pining and telling me about it."

"I knew those two had chemistry."

I blinked slowly, trying to release the sleep from my eyes. Spencer's sleepy arm was still wrapped around my waist, unmoving. Once my eyes adjusted I was met with the staring eyes of Derek, Garcia and Emily. Then there was Hotch, just entering the room.

“What on earth happened in here?"

"We got locked in here and played some innocent party games." I explained gesturing to the messy papers. "Spencer dared me to make a snow angel in our files." I smiled sheepishly. Spencer was now stirring awake, sitting up and looking at our teammates. Derek held out his hand for a fist bump and Spencer highfived it weakly.

"Told you you would rope her in." He chuckled. I rolled my eyes at the comment and stood up.

"Let's finish up this case. We've only had 1 hour of sleep and I want this day to be over with already. Save the comments for when I'm asleep on the jet." And with that we were off.

But let's not ignore that Spencer and I's hands were clasped beneath every table we sat at that day, it's not to be ignored.

And I won't be forgetting that day any time soon.

[writersrealmbts]

Christmas: LIVE (for charity)

Description: You’re a middle-of-the-road youtuber, not super famous, but not unfamous. Golden Closet and V are much more famous, and they’ve agreed to meet up and do a charity live-stream with you! 

“For the Christmas requests would you be able to do a Youtuber au? Where like Tae or Kookie do a charity stream with Y/n? Sorry it came so late it 😭😭”

Warnings: Fluff and stuff

Posted: 12/22/2020

Tags: taekook x reader

2,159 words

A/N: For anonny, here’s your request! Hope you like it! and it didn’t come late!

You kept working on your streaming setup, preparing for your guests for the charity stream. You figured more people were coming for them than you, since you weren’t as big as them on YouTube.

First was V, from Tiger Vante: real name of Kim Taehyung. He did gaming streams with your other guest, and published music now and then that he had quite the following for. Thoughtful videos and compilations of photos, and videos of projects he worked on. He even had a fashion line and made videos about other fashion things, like his fashion through the week. Other fashions, reviewing music and such, as well as doing projects using antique equipment. He was doing a photo study with different old cameras as he was able to, and he posted a lot of inspirational videos.

Your second guest was Jungkook from Golden Closet productions. He did a lot of gaming, was technically a professional gamer, and he also did music and video production. He did everything: art, singing, dancing, gaming, photography, video production--and he was constantly experimenting with new things. But his gaming was the big ticket.

You were a smaller YouTube channel. You had a few covers, and you did a parody song a year or so ago that garnered some attention. You did reactions, and you did some gaming streams, though not as many as your guests. You did a lot of chill games, with other games interspersed. You also did some makeup stuff, mostly stage makeup stuff that you carried over from college. Cooking. You did cooking streams, and sometimes you failed, other times you were successful. But cooking streams were some of your favorites.

You’d started doing the videos as a sort of...accountability. Your therapist recommended it to help you feel like you were doing more, because despite working eight hour workdays five days a week, you still struggled feeling like you were getting anything done and you sometimes lost track of days. It had helped, you were able to keep better track of things and you’d tried new things because of it. And somehow your fanbase had grown to let you cut your hours at your office job and relax a little more.

But today’s stream was to raise money for kids in the hospital, which was why you had V and Jungkook coming. The three of you would be doing various activities together and doing challenges to raise more money.

You arranged the snacks as well as you could, and then put on your elf hat. You’d already raised two hundred dollars just by wearing an elf costume for the stream.

“Hello?”

You stood up and smiled. “Hello! Nice to meet you, I’m y/n.”

“I’m Taehyung when I’m offscreen, I’d be happy if you called me that. Offscreen anyway. Thanks for inviting me today! Oh, this is Jungkook!” V introduced the other gamer.

Jungkook sort of dipped his head, looking awkward.

You smiled at both of them. “Nice to meet both of you. Thanks for agreeing to do this with me. I know you probably have better things to do.”

“No way, this is for charity!”

“It’s a good cause,” Jungkook added, sort of looking at you strangely.

“Oh, the outfit. Someone donated 200 dollars if I would wear an elf costume for the stream. My choice for the costume, look okay?” You asked, reaching up to adjust the hat.

“It’s super cute,” Taehyung gushed, then looked over at the setup. “Ooh! Nice! That looks great! Can I set up over there?”

“Go ahead, do you need help bringing in equipment?”

Jungkook shook his head. “Our hyungs are here to help us set up and carry things. We’ll be ready to go in no time.”

“Great, I’ll just stand out of the way.” You backed up and they signalled their group to bring in their equipment.

Between the seven boys, all of the equipment was set up in no time and the three of you were settling down for the stream.

They wished you three a good stream and then scattered.

The three of you sat down, syncing and getting your own set ups going.

“So, we’re going to start, give it five minutes, and then we’ll start playing that game you suggested over chat?” You asked, making sure you had that linked and setting things up so that you wouldn’t have to worry about anything once you were actually streaming.

“Yeah, sounds good. That camera is filming all of us, and then we have our individual ones, right?” Jungkook nodded to the carefully mounted and angled camera.

You nodded, handing cords to both of them for the camera connection. “Took me a while to figure this set up out. Here.”

Taehyung eagerly took it and plugged it into his computer and then let you quickly set it up.

Jungkook had it set up before you finished with Tae.

“Alright, it’s almost time. Ready?”

“Yeah, so...who’s starting things?” Taehyung asked, looking at you.

“My idea, so I can open it if you prefer,” You offered, checking how you looked on camera and then sighing. You couldn’t do much about it now.

“Ok, now, do you have any extra fun holiday stuff?” Taehyung asked, flicking the bell on your hat.

“A santa hat and reindeer antlers headband, and various other more girly things for me to alternate with throughout the stream.” You gestured to a bag and got everything ready. “Set the stream to start on the hour?”

Jungkook nodded then grabbed the santa hat. “Solidarity.”

Taehyung happily put on the antlers headband. “So cute! Okay, now it feels even more festive. How long did it take you to make the background?”

“Oh, I spent a couple hours, no biggie. I did something similar last year for my christmas stream. I just spiced it up a bit this year. One minute.”

They pushed their chairs closer to yours, all three streams using the camera that got all three of you.

You watched the timer tick down, hoping that it was successful and that you raised a lot of money for the charity.

The first fifteen minutes were nothing too special, it was interesting playing with other people while they were in the room and Jungkook kept mumbling thanks for donations in between decimating you and Tae, and Taehyung had a constant conversation going--partially with you--while he played.

You gave everyone a brief update since you hadn’t streamed in a couple days and people were asking about your puppy. “He’s fine. He’ll be home soon.”

“What happened to your puppy?” Jungkook asked, not missing a beat and decimating you in the meantime.

“Nothing serious, he got hurt while we were walking in the woods. They removed his dewclaw on the one leg and stitched him up. He’s already almost ready to come home. I’ll have him home for Christmas. Thank you for your donation, bluegrey613!”

Jungkook glanced over. “Hey, we probably have some requests right now. Since you’re dead can you check the chats?”

“Sure. Let’s see...they want V to do aegyo.”

Taehyung quickly did some, just barely escaping death.

“We don’t have mistletoe, sorry, guys,” You told Jungkook’s chat. “Besides, I kind of doubt they’d want to--”

“Who needs mistletoe?” Taehyung asked, pausing the game.

Next thing you knew donation signals were popping up on all three screens as the boys planted kisses on either of your cheeks.

You stared at the screen, blinking rapidly and trying to recover as both of them went back to their game like nothing had happened.

You swallowed hard and tried to focus on the requests that were flying up your screen. “Um...thank you...agustD for donating...after that request. Um...hopeworld requests that we...all do cutesy poses? He’s offering 50.”

“Make it 100 and it’s a deal,” Taehyung responded, finally getting annihilated.

You scanned the comments, waiting for a response from the same and making faces as requested. “Ooh, while we’re waiting they want to know how we met. Tae, you should tell them that saga.”

“If they’re going to make us do something cutesy, then they better be offering more than a hundred,” Jungkook grumbled.

“So...we started talking online, played a couple of games together recently--offstream so that we could discuss the fundraiser, I think we all have some clips from that game that we’re compiling and that will be posted later,” Taehyung started explaining, checking you and Jungkook for affirmation. “Then we actually met in person today! That’s about it! It’s not much of a story, but it’s a good start, don’t you think?”

You exchanged a curious look with Jungkook after witnessing the wink Taehyung threw the camera. “Snack time?”

Jungkook nodded. “Before he calls himself a snack.”

Your nose scrunched up before you could stop it.

Taehyung laughed, booping your nose. “Not me. But she definitely is.”

You shook your head. “No snacks for you.”

“Hey, hopeworld agreed to 100. Pose,” Jungkook intervened as Taehyung started to fake pout.

All three of you managed to do some cutesy pose and hold it for a couple of seconds until the donation alert popped up with many names.

“Ah...okay...that was popular,” Taehyung said, looking a little stunned as more notifications rolled in.

“Blame Jungkook, he avoids it usually so it’s rare,” You informed him, smirked at Jungkook.

He shrugged. “If I didn’t hold back the world would fall to my cuteness.”

You snorted and turned back to the comments. “RM is requesting that you guys...and I lost it. Whoops.”

“Ooh, here’s one from JinJinJara, he wants us to make couple-y poses--like exaggerated couple pictures!” Taehyung chuckled. “Lets do it!”

“I don’t need to relive prom, thanks, I was fine missing it the first time,” you joked.

“It’s for charity,” Taehyung pouted.

You groaned and then complied.

Not that you were complaining internally about two hunky guys taking mock couple-photos. There was something nice about being held by someone stronger.

The rest of the stream passed by pretty quickly, doing requests from the boys channels since only four people were requesting on your stream--the same five. It was hard not to feel like it was out of pity, the longer the stream went the viewer count on yours went down, and went up on theirs. You double checked your stream but it was fine.

But it was for charity. You didn’t mind being less popular as long as you raised enough money to do some good.

“We should do this next year, and more often! Ooh, could we do a New Years stream?” Taehyung enthused toward the end. You guys had reached your goal while playing another game, and were trying to casually close the stream.

“We…can discuss it…later. Anyway, thank you everyone who was watching and who donated. The donation links for all three of our channels will be open until the 26th! Merry Christmas!”

“Merry Christmas from Santa’s workshop!” Taehyung added brightly. “Remember to have all grandmas avoid reindeer crossing sites!”

“And be nice to the elves! They’re doing their best,” Jungkook added, cracking a smile as he flicked your hat.

You rolled your eyes and waved to the camera, then all three of you ended your streams.

“Man. That was intense,” Jungkook murmured.

“So, my five requesters, they’re the friends waiting outside, aren’t they?” You guessed, having done the math.

“What? No. Of course not.”

“Why would you think that?” Jungkook asked.

“Because you guys jumped at every request they gave, usually egging them on for more money, but you were more reserved with every other request given to us. That usually indicates a personal relationship.” You leaned back in your chair, taking off the hat and smoothing your hair.

Taehyung shrugged. “They were going to donate anyway. They just wanted to get their money’s worth. They were technically on all of our streams, but you’re better at reading comments and playing the game so requests on your channel got through better.”

You rolled your eyes. “Boys.”

“We did really well,” Jungkook said softly. “We make a good team. We just need to improve your playing on a couple games.”

You smiled. “Maybe. Alright. So, as far as new years goes, I’ve got a few games we can play while being in different places if that would work better. But also do it at a different time than when people would normally be partying because otherwise it would be a bust.”

“Okay!”

“Sounds good. Want to go grab some food with us? My treat?” Jungkook offered, smiling at you.

You pause, but then nod. “Sure. That sounds great. We can come back after to get your stuff if you like.”

“Sounds like a magical plan to me!” Taehyung grinned at you and then kissed your cheek again. “You really should have put some mistletoe in here. That would have made it extra festive. I’ll go tell hyungs the plan.”

You definitely weren’t blushing.

[thepriceofbeingaroseisloneliness]

「DIR EN GREY LIVE ARCHIVE & SPECIAL TALK」THE FREEDOM OF EXPRESSION  2020.5.23

Appearance:

 Kaoru (DIR EN GREY direngrey.co.jp/)

 Joe Yokomizo (Writer / DJ)

 Die (DIR EN GREY direngrey.co.jp/)

 Toshiya (DIR EN GREY direngrey.co.jp/)

Notes before reading: This is the translation/notes of The Freedom of Expression section from the Special Talk livestream.  Feel free to correct me if you spot any mistake or any confusing parts.

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Joe introduces The freedom of Expression section of this livestream and greets Kaoru, Die and Toshiya.

Joe: Toshiya….

Toshiya: Yes (laughs)

Joe: Your face is really red!

Toshiya: Well…..but it feels good….

Joe: It feels good? How many drinks did you already have? Toshiya: Mmm……about three….

Joe: Ohh, about three? Die, are you drinking alcohol today?

Die: I always (have) this…. *raises cup*

Joe: Is that so? Kaoru what about…. Joe is asking Kaoru when Die cuts him. Die: Chairoi…. Joe: Charoitansan* right? As expected… what about you, Kaoru? *Charoitansan (茶色い炭酸) it’s supposed to be a beer between blonde beer and black beer. Kaoru: I didn’t drink today…. Joe: Oh, you didn’t drink…. I see…. Me…. I’m sorry, to cheer me up a little, I had just one (beer)…. for the tension…. Joe: If the people who is watching this have questions, please write them down…. I will pick up some…. So, before you two (Toshiya and Die) talked about going to a Host club together…did you ever go drinking just the three of you? Toshiya: I think we did…. Joe: Oh! What do you have to say Kaoru? Don’t hold yourself today please, If you have any memory of the three of you going together for a drink… Kaoru: I wonder if ever was just the three of us…. Joe: There isn’t? Toshiya: I think than there were times that it was just the three of us at the end…. Joe: I see…So the three of you haven’t gone to a host club…. Toshiya: We haven’t (laughs)… Joe: Now you are like this, separated from each other but, when you have the chance, do you go drinking the three of you? *Here Joe uses a dialect word, which makes the three of them look confused. Toshiya and Die: No Joe: Sorry, I’m going to stop using dialect speech…. They laugh and Kaoru replies that he went drinking. Joe: Oh, you did? I see…. Kaoru did…. Kaoru: I did Joe: What about you, Die? Die: I don’t. Joe: You don’t? Do you drink alone? The Charoitansan…. Die says that he is meeting no one during this time, not even the members. Die: The last time I met them….it was at the live without audience… Joe: Is that so? Wow…. Die: Yes… at the end…. of March? Joe: It was at the end of March, that’s it. Last week, we make Shinya and Kaoru had a conversation between them, so this time I’m thinking about letting you have a conversation just between you…. After such a long time, please have a conversation between members…. Kaoru: At the end, it will be just you, Die and Toshiya…. I’m done after this section ends…. Joe: Eh? Is that so? I see I see…. They laugh. Die: Really?? Joe says that as Die has mentioned the live without audience, he wants to know what they are doing now that they don’t have any lives. Joe: Now that lives have stopped, you have time, right? Kaoru: I’m making songs… Joe: Kaoru is making songs…. Kaoru: We are doing them together… Joe is about to ask something, but Toshiya starts saying something. The two of them stop talking to allow the other to talk, but neither of them do it, which causes a few seconds of silence. Die does the hand gesture of “please go ahead”…. Joe: Did you start something that you wanted to do or so? Kaoru: Joe, are you ok? Joe: I’m ok…. *they all laugh due to Kaoru teasing Joe* I’m not drunk…. Joe goes back to the topic, saying that they are doing songs as usual but besides that, he wants to know if they started to do something new or so. The three of them are silent so Joe ask directly Die. He replies that it might be plain and simple, but he is doing as always, song making, arrangement and so but, when it comes to his entertainment time, he is watching overseas drama. Joe: Overseas’ drama? If you are into some in concrete, please tell us…. Die: I finished watching two, now I’m watching “Ozark”…. Joe: “Ozark”…..what kind of drama is it? Die: It’s a bit like “Breaking Bad”, it’s kind of related…. Joe: Oh, I see, it’s related….So now you are into that one… Die: Now I’m like….I watch one and jump into the next one…. Joe: What about you Toshiya? What are you doing in these times? Of course you are making songs and recording, but tell us if you have started to do something in your free time…. Toshiya: Mmm, well…. I really like sauna, but right now I can’t go… Joe: I see… Toshiya: So, I have been searching on the internet how to do your own sauna at home, in your bath….it’s like an inverse umbrella…so I’m still deciding if I should buy it or not and put it in my bath…. Die cuts him and seems that he knows about this device and has tried it. Toshiya: Really? How was it? Die: It’s a sauna in the end…. Toshiya: Is that so? I wonder if I should buy it…. The two of them start talking about this, Die recommends him to buy a small one, Toshiya wonders how it works as it seems like an inverse umbrella,  he still doubts if he should buy it or not Toshiya: I have being making songs but….this is not a new thing, but while I’m in the bathtub I watch “Hitou Roman” …. Joe: “Hitou Roman?” What’s that.... Toshiya: I don’t know which TV station is it from…. But it’s about a  pretty young lady that goes to l onsen and eats in ryokan…. Joe starts laughing hard. Die: That program is old! Joe: So Die, you watch it too! Die: I haven’t watched it…. Joe asks Kaoru about what he is watching. Kaoru: I’m watching  Travel Channel…. Joe: Travel channel? Kaoru: I’m watching a program from there…...also about women and onsen…. Joe starts laughing hard. Toshiya: Oh! Oh! *points at him* Die: You really like it! Joe: You are really exploding Dir en grey’s public image….that you watch onsen and travel programs…. Kaoru: I also watch a lot of specialized channels…about travels….they are really interesting…. Die: Domestic trips? Kaoru: Overseas too…. Joe proposes them to do an onsen trip for the channel. Toshiya: No way! Kaoru: I can’t get in… (Tattoos are not allowed almost in every onsen) Joe: That’s true…. Joe now ask them if they were going to make a trip, the three of them together, which place would they go to. He asks Toshiya first to start mumbling for some seconds. Toshiya:  I guess it would be to the sea or the mountains…. Joe: What kind of…. *Toshiya cuts in* Toshiya: I guess as Die doesn’t like raw food, mountains would be better…. Joe: That’s so kind… Die: If you peel a crab again for me, I would eat it! Toshiya laughs. Joe: What is that kindness about? Toshiya:  This person (Die) is  awful! When he said that he had never eaten crab…..when he said so, I asked “why?”, he said “because peeling the crab is bothersome”, as I was next to him, I peeled it for him…”eat it” , I said…. Joe: Die, you are already an adult! Die: I don’t eat fish either…. Joe: Why? You don’t like it? Or it is bothersome? Die: When you are going to eat it….they have fishbones right?  (so he has to pick them out) Joe: How did you do it when you were little? Die: I don’t remember that… Die keeps explaining that he doesn’t it eat, because of the fishbones, pr having to use the crab tongs or the scissors. He says that you have to do a lot of stuff before putting it into your mouth, so it’s tiresome. He didn’t know how to peel a crab, but Toshiya did it fast and he only had to use the chopsticks to eat it. Joe: In the middle of that, did you say to Toshiya “eat it” too? Die: I didn’t say that…. They all laugh. The crab conversation still goes on. Toshiya: It was in Sapporo right? Die: It was in Sapporo! Toshiya: We went to Sapporo and there was a really delicious crab….while I was eating, I felt sorry for him (Die)….if he tries to eat it…. Joe: Very kind right? Then Joe addresses Kaoru and Die. Joe: On the other hand, you two are fellow guitarist but….was there anything similar between you two, something like this feeling of kindness towards each other…. Kaoru: Something kind? Joe: Yes, please a compliment or so…. Kaoru and Die start laughing but don’t seem to have anything to say. Kaoru: He told me “Happy birthday” ….. I didn’t do it. Joe: So even if you didn’t do it, Die did it… Kaoru: It was a message…. Joe: It was a message, I see… Die: Time ago, we would give presents to every member when it was their birthday… Joe: Oh! Die: We kept doing it everyear, until we were like “let’s stop doing this….” Kaoru: Because thinking about something is hard…..what do they want and so…. Die: In February, there are lot of birthday rights? Joe: Certainly… Die: So Toshiya and me would have to think what to get for these three people….. Toshiya: We ran out of ideas… Die: We ran out of ideas and everyear we would be in the same situation….having to think about this….then it was when we turned 30, right? Toshiya: Yes, it was at that time… Die: We finally stopped doing it…. Joe starts reading comments. People says they want to see them doing the trip. Also that they want them to be back doing lives as well but they would want to see them doing something, the three of them besides lives. Toshiya: I don’t know about the onsen thing, but doing something….I think it would be ok… Kaoru says “no” about doing something that I can’t get what it is. Joe: As expected, because you are the leader right?…. Joe says what about planning something for this year. Die laughs Die: This year? Under these circumstances…. Joe: Of course if the measures are lifted….. Toshiya: What about a Takoyaki party? Die laughs. Joe: A Takoyaki party? What do you mean with that, Toshiya? Toshiya: We….at a takoyaki party……Kaoru, is it ok if I tell this?....It was in America…. Kaoru looks like he doesn’t get what Toshiya means. Joe: Tell us! Tell us! Toshiya: Do you remember…..gyutan…. Die cuts in asking if it was certain party.Kaoru gets it now. Kaoru: Ah….Don’t tell that! They all start laughing. Kaoru: It can be gross for the people… Toshiya: That’s true…. I’m going to stop…. Joe: It’s better to stop for Kaoru’s sake… Kaoru says it’s better to stop… Kaoru: For me it’s ok, but it can be gross for the people watching… Joe: They are saying they want to hear it….is it a vulgar/dirty thing? Die: I want to hear it too…. Kaoru: It is vulgar/dirty… Joe: I see…. Toshiya: I’m sorry, I’m sorry…. Kaoru: Because there are women (watching)…. Toshiya: It was a thing between men only….that kind of…. Joe: I’m sorry but at the comments they are divided in two: Some want you to tell the story, others want you to stop……”please sugar coat it and tell us”….Can you do that? Kaoru: Sugar coating it would make it boring…. Joe laughs hard. Toshiya: It’s really amazing…. we both burst into laughter at that moment… Joe says he really want to listen to it but he is stressing that it could cause  trouble. Toshiya: It’s something that the leader said…..I was next to him and I was like “what the….?” Joe: Die, do you this story? Toshiya: I think he doesn’t! Joe: He doesn’t…. Toshiya: I think it was just the two of us….I will tell you next time… Kaoru: At overseas, we were about to eat yakiniku, but when we cut the meat….the smell was a bit…it had a characteristic smell…. Die: I know that story! I’m not going to say what you said….I won’t say it, if I said it, this band might have to stop…. Joe says that the next time they invite him to a live, they tell him this story. Joe: In other words, what you can’t say it’s to what you compare that characteristic smell…. Joe jokes with Toshiya, saying that this situation is his fault and they must change topic to avoid a “dangerous” situation.  Die: If he said it, you would have to put a “beep” (the sound to censor the word).... Toshiya: It’s not only me! It was the two of us…. Joe: People at the comments are obviously looking forward to the future lives but, they say they are happy that you thought about events like this for fans….of course music is the main thing for Dir en grey….but right now these things bring light into the frustration that is going on…..so that you thought about things like this, makes them happy. They all nod. Joe: So, our time with the three of you is coming to an end….so why we don’t try a conversation with just the three of you?... Kaoru as you are the leader…. Kaoru: Seeing the flow of the conversation previously, leaving the three of us alone is a horrible idea…. Joe says he will be listening, but he is getting out of the frame so they can talk freely. Joe: Please talk….go ahead… Kaoru: The three of us have already finished the recording? Toshiya: Yes, exactly… Kaoru: The guitars and the bass are already done…. They kept talking about the recording and Die teases Toshiya, who tells him to stop. The conversation doesn’t seem to keep going so Kaoru asks Joe to come back seeing that they are back at the previous mood. Kaoru: Please Joe…. Joe appears again in the frame. He says this was the freedom of expression even if Toshiya said weird stuff and it’s about to end (the section) Joe: Kaoru, we should say goodbye to you at this point… Kaoru: Yes, thank you! The three of them wave. Joe: Do you have any message before leaving? Kaoru: See you next week…. Joe: “See you next week”….. Die laughs. Joe: Bye Kaoru! You did well today! Kaoru is still on the screen but Joe says that the freedom of Expression is over and the next part will be with Toshiya and Die. Joe reminds us again that if we have any comments, we can write them down. Joe: There are a lot of comments about Die wearing sunglasses! Die: Because now, it’s my downtime, right? Joe: What did you say? Die: It’s my downtime… Toshiya burst into laughs.Kaoru disappears from the frame but he can hear him. Joe didn’t realize and adds him again to the conversation. Joe: We are going to watch a pv….who is going to do the introduction? Toshiya? Toshiya: Oh me? Joe: Please Toshiya introduce the song…. Toshiya: It’s “The final” by Dir en grey….

[everyhowlmarksthedead]

“A LITTLE INTENSE?”

Gilly Lopez x Reader

Anon asked: could you write gilly x reader in which you have been friends with club since always and gilly is in love with you but he thinks that you are in love with angel (but you and angel are like brother and sister) but you’re absolutely love with him, gilly

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“Here is my fucking baby, hm…” Angel lifts you up, forcing you to put your legs around his waist. “Did you miss me or whaaaaaat?”

“Not at all, I used all your shirts”. You reply raising your chin with some proud gesture on your face. He gives you a lot of kisses on your cheek and on your temple, before putting you down on the floor.

He's been out of town with the MC for four days and he also missed your movie-night-date. So he owes you one of his free nights. You and Angel have been friends for almost ten years, living together since four years ago. He's like the older brother you never have had. Ez as well. But you have a special connection with the oldest Reyes. After greeting the rest of the men, you walk next to your friend holding hands swinging your arms.

“So… You know we have to talk, right?” Angel looks at you with narrowed eyes.

You nod.

“Aren’t you drinking a beer with us before you start ignoring us all?” Gilly annoyedly asks him, raising an eyebrow.

“Yo! Man! Take it easy. We will be back quickly.” Angel shrugs before pulling your hand to make you walk.

Once you're inside the warehouse, you take a seat on the edge of the front table with one leg on the other. The man locks the door and walks towards you. Putting your body between his hands supported on the table, he finally talks.

“You have to say it. Tonight”. The last word is highlighted with his forefinger pointing on the wood.

“Yeah, for sure.” You roll your eyes cross-armed. “It's not that easy.”

“I love you. I've been in love with you since I met you. And I want a baby and a mortgage with you.” He shrugs, not seeing the difficulty. “See? Easy”.

“I'm not gonna… Argh, Angel!” You snort heavily, pushing him to run away from his bad ideas.

You feel frustrated. It's like Gilly isn't in your league. Seems like there's nothing you can do to have his attention. At first you thought it would pass with time, but here you are, ten years after you met him. Yeah, you've been with other guys but not much longer than three or four months, breaking up when they started to catch feelings. You know he wasn't happy at all whenever you talk about a new man in your life, even if he knew it was gonna be only for some months.

Coco scares the shit out of you, after you unlock the door and find him there. You scream. He does too. “What the hell is wrong with you? Were you listening?”

“My bad!”

“Shit, man”. Angel rolls his eyes.

“Did you propose to her?”

“What?” He shakes his head, you can't believe it's true. Rubbing your temples, you leave a sigh out of your lips.

“Gilly and I heard you, man! You finally proposed to her!” He's laughing loud.

Your faces pale. Your heart is beating faster than ever. Your legs trembling. Coco's laughs disappear 'cause he can't understand your reaction. You run through the hallways to the front yard, watching how the man drives his motorbike out of the clubhouse. You're fucked. Taking the phone out of your pocket, you type his number. And you wait, praying to have an answer. But nothing. You try four more times with similar results. You're doubly fucked.

But you're not gonna give up. If he is upset by the idea that you and Angel are together, it's because he has to feel something for you. It makes sense. Getting in your car, you start the engine as fast as you can. You know the way to his house by heart, driving nervously and trying to avoid a crash while dodging other cars. You know him. It's not the first time he puts some clothes in a bag, before disappearing for some days. But, shit… Not this time.

There are some lights on inside the house, when you parked, running outside the car towards the front door. You ring the bell anxious, knocking the door with your hand too. Of course, you cover the peephole, being sure that he's not going to open you if he sees you through it. You hear his steps walking near the door. “Who's there?”

No reply, so he asks again loudly.

“Fuck! Open the door, Gilberto!” You yell at him.

“Go fuck yourself, (Y/N). Or Angel, whatever you prefer”.

“Shit, I'm gonna regret it…”

Being sure he's far enough from the door, you take the gun tucked away on your back pointing at the lock and giving away three steps. You shoot it and some pieces of the wood fly off. “WHAT THE HELL?”

You kick it to open, feeling like the feds in a raid. Gilly is some meters away from you freaking out. You're breathing heavily because of the adrenaline of the moment. You wait for the gun to be coldest, to put it again on your back. “Did you fuckin' shoot my door? Are you fuckin' crazy?”

“I will pay the arrangement, but you have to listen to what I have to tell you”.

“I don't wanna listen a shit from you, (Y/N)!”

“BUT I LOVE YOU, FUCKING ASSHOLE”.

Silence. Gilly crosses his arms with an incredulous gesture on his face and an eyebrow raises. He seems he's waiting for anything else. Well, maybe it was that easy, as Angel told you. You have a deep breath, ordering the words in your head.

“Angel proposed to you”.

“No! He didn't! You know that typical movie scene where the guy doesn't listen the whole conversation? You are THIS guy”. You shout at him, gesticulating with your hands more than you want. You're angry and nervous, and the words come out of your mouth in a stroke. You walk next to him, leaving a sigh with your head down for a moment. “I'm sorry that it took me so long to say it”.

“So long?”

“God dammit, Gilly! I'm in love with you since… fucking ever. I didn't know you're so stupid that you didn't notice it before”.

“And Angel? Don't you like him?”

You pretend that you're gonna puke, trying to avoid the tension in the environment. But it seems like he doesn't see the joke on it. You roll your eyes upset.

“He's my best friend, like my old brother. And I'm not the kind of person who enjoys incest”.

He remains silent. You feel kinda humiliating, 'cause looks like he doesn't feel the same that you feel for him.

“Angel told me I should talk with you. But I didn't want to.”

“... Why?”

“Shit! 'Cause you're there, in fucking silence! No words, no nothing! Oh, God… I'm a fucking clown”. You snort crossing your arms with a leg flexed and your eyes in nowhere. “You know? I came here with the intention of not giving up. But I'm fucking done of dealing with this fucking pain that oppress my chest every time I say ‘ok, I'm gonna talk to him and expose my feelings’ before running away of you 'cause I'm scared of being hit by reality”.

“You could have tried before”.

“Are you listening to me?”

“You didn't notice what I was feeling either”.

“'Cause you don't feel it anymore?” Your heart stops for some seconds. You're not about to cry, but disappointment is consuming you.

“Yes, I do. But I'm mad because you broke my door”.

“Yea', I'm a little intense sometimes”.

“A little? You fucking shot it!”

“Can we focus on the main conversation? I already told you I'm gonna pay it, Gilly”.

“And what you want me to say, ah?”

“That you love me too”.

“What if I don't wanna say it?”

“You will break my heart and I'm gonna cry. And you don't wanna see me crying, 'cause my face turns read and I make a lot of noise”. You're talking faster than it should be allowed, but he's understanding you perfectly.

“I love you, (Y/N), since ever too. But I thought you and Angel were together”.

“But we're not”. You hit his chest several times. “C'mon! Can we stop being so idiot? Now you can mark your territory”.

“How?”

“Use your imagination! I can't do all the work alone. I came here as the fucking crazy chick I am”.

He sighs, rolling his eyes, pushing you into him about to kiss you. You bend your back with a raised eyebrow because of his gesture. “Don't fucking ruin our first kiss with that face. If it’s supposed to be a big deal and so much effort we c…”

“Don't you ever shut the fuck up?”

You laugh because of his words, before he presses his lips on yours. You have a smile on them, leaving your arms traveling from his chest up to his nape. You want him to be near, zero distance. You're happy and he is too, guiding you to the nearest sofa to make you sit on his lap. The kiss isn't broken. Your lips moving perfectly matched. Slowly, enjoying your taste and your tongues finally knowing each other.

“Girl... I wanted it so bad”. He brushes his nose against yours.

“Then, keep doing it, cariño”. You almost beg needy, wanting more, knowing that he doesn't have to go to the MC tomorrow.