(Requested)

uwu Amaya

sorry for not updating school (once more omg) has been kicking my ASS

Modern AU :)

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I couldn't stand the unbearable weight of awkwardness that enveloped both of us. It was almost like there was this physical force restricting us from communicating. I was angry at both myself and my stupid schedule for not allowing things to work out. But today was the last day I let that happen. I no longer wanted to see her beautiful face behind a lit up screen, void of emotion -- I wanted to see it in the golden sunlight like one of those InstantNoodle pictures.

"That's it!" I exclaimed, pounding a fist on the couch, nearly throwing my computer out of the window. I got a confused and surprised look from my partner, who'd bent down her screen in worry that I was mentally ill. She started to put her hand on my shoulder, but I snatched it with mine and clasped it with all my strength. Leaning forwards, I collapsed onto Amaya, eyes shining brightly with determination, yet there were tears pooling in them, on the brink of spilling out.

"I'm going to take you out on a date! We haven't been on one in months! I want to see you happy again, and not slaving away at your emails! We almost never spend time together anymore, and I don't want our relationship to end! I don't wanna lose you!" After the ramble, my mood suddenly switched to a somber one. With glistening eyes, I pouted and buried my face into her chest, tightly wrapping my arms around her. She returned the hug shakily, strong arms pushing my head further into her. All I could smell was her perfume and it was heavenly.

Amaya patted my back, placing gentle pecks on the top of my head, and promptly closed her computer. Lifting my head again, I met her gaze and frowned, my face a mess, with tears strewn all over the place.

"I just wanna take a break," I wailed, clenching my fists around the back of her shirt. My girlfriend nodded understandingly and helped me calm down from my fit. She came closer and pressed her lips against mine to help shut me up. Through tiny hiccups and snivels of breath, I pushed back, feeling her hands cup my cheeks, deepening the kiss.

She tapped three times on my face with a finger to let me know she loved me, as she couldn't speak. Humming, I returned the gesture, and we continued to lock lips for a couple more minutes until I ran out of breath. Panting gently, I kissed her one last time and got up, lifting myself off of her.

"Amaya," I signed, "I'm going to change, then I'll come out, okay?" The ravenette nodded and gave me a thumbs-up. Beaming at her, I quickly advanced to my room, not even bothering to shut the door as I stripped. Flinging open the closet, I thought about what to wear to compliment her style.

Matching? No, that's too cheesy. Maybe opposite colors? That's atrocious.

Filing through my closet, throwing clothes out, I failed to notice Amaya peering into my room, surprised at my mostly naked body scuffling through the racks of hanging clothes. I finally noticed her presence when a body pressed against mine, and lips planted on the back of my neck. Letting out a groan, I enjoyed the feel of her traveling hands, sliding up and down my arms.

I heard her breathing still for a moment as one of her hands reached out into the mess of clothes and pulled out a top and pants, gesturing to a few accessories I had laying around. I pulled away from her in response and began to dress, not before giving her a grateful smile. Amaya giggled and exited, leaving me to dress on my own.

Wiggling into my clothes, I put on the few extra items my girlfriend had pointed out earlier, and sprayed some perfume/cologne for good luck. Brushing my hair back, I checked my face for anything that shouldn't be there, then grinned, ready to go. Walking out the door was nerve racking, as I hadn't seen the light of day in probably days, and in that time span Amaya and I didn't really take care of ourselves.

Going around the corner, I heard shuffling, which meant Amaya was already waiting for me. I didn't expect what I saw next.

She looked absolutely gorgeous. With a headband tied just above the start of her hairline and a small golden necklace hung loosely on her collarbone, she seemed to shine, radiating light from her complexion alone. My heart beat faster as I saw how nicely her top and jeans hugged her form, outlining the muscular build of her body. Almost melting into a puddle right then and there, I would've fell down if Amaya hadn't rushed to hug me.

"You look so good!" she signed rapidly, face blossoming into a ferocious blush, "God, (Y/N)!" My smile reached from ear-to-ear, happily holding her in my arms. We both hopped around, realizing what we'd missed out on by being total hermits in our house.

"I should be saying the same to you! Damn!" Now more excited than ever, we both hurried to grab our things and snagged the keys to the car from a little hook in the kitchen. I turned to her, staring fondly at the woman I planned on marrying. She was my definition of perfect, from her looks to personality. Before, I didn't even realize how lucky I was to stumble across Amaya in the first place, when we met up at a local cafe through Gren.

It didn't take long for her curious eyes to bear into mine, an innocent expression adorning her pretty features. I blinked, snapping out of my trance and shook my head, suddenly pulled back into reality.

"Ice cream?" Amaya signed, now gleefully smiling at me. I returned the happy look and pecked her cheek, wrapping an arm around her waist as both of us walked to the door.

"Of course, darling."