Author's Note: Welcome friends and fans to this brand new set of drabbles/oneshots! If you don't already know, most of these are requests that are sent to me over on tumblr, (you can follow me at heidipoo-xox if you're not already), and feel free to send some requests while you're at it. Anyway, for new readers, this is going to be just like my story No Homo, which is just a collection of oneshots and drabbles from the banana bus squad. I try to update regularly, but college and work get in the way. Try to be understanding of that. Thanks for reading, and as always, I hope ye enjoy!

I'm Yours

Brian was sure Brock would love his present, and yet he was still more nervous than ever. His palms were sweaty, his knees were weak, and his heart was humming away, like a busy little bumblebee in his chest. Brock never failed to make him feel like that, and he couldn't tell if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

The Irishman stole a shy glance from across the table, and sent his date a wink. Brock looked absolutely lovely in the restaurant lighting, and he couldn't help but to laugh as Brian winked at him. "What?" He inquired, forking a bite of food into his mouth.

"Happy valentine's day," Brian smiled.

"You've said that at least twenty times today." Brock retorted, letting his dark eyes dance up to Brian's much lighter ones. He could feel his cheeks flush at the sudden eye contact, but he adored it, he lived for that feeling. This was their second valentine's day since they'd been together, and the older man had to admit it was going pretty well. Their first one was spent mostly in the bed, so Brian insisted they actually go out and do something together this year.

Reluctant, but Brock complied. And the two spent the day in Ireland, site seeing, completing different activities, it was mostly Brian dragging Brock around, but the older man didn't mind one bit. He got to revel in the spark he felt when Brian interlaced his fingers with his own, got to cherish the warmth he felt when the younger man wrapped him up in his tight embrace… And when their lips met throughout the day? Brock was sure he could see the stars in space.

"It's a good holiday," Brian smirked. They were ending the day with dinner at one of the Irishman's favorite places to eat, sun setting on the gold horizon, and it was the perfect end to a perfect day, both of them could agree on that. He gulped down the slow growing lump in his throat, hoping it would just disappear for good… But the longer Brock's stare lingered on him, the worse it got. His presents were hidden away in the car, and in his mind, he was trying to think of a way to give them, but it seemed nearly impossible.

Brock grinned, "I can agree with that."

Ever the romantic, Brian couldn't help but to flirt back. "If you thought today was fun, just wait and see what I have planned for tonight," Another wink, and another blush from Brock.

"You better live up to the hype," He chuckled, voice lilting in a way that was music to the younger man's ears. Brock was truly something else. He paused, as if to think, before he said, "And it better be better than last year," He added as an after thought which caused Brian to scoff and roll his eyes playfully.

"Hey!" He protested, "The chocolate syrup was a good idea!"

"Maybe next time pick something that's easier to get out of the sheets?" Brock teased.

Brian shook his head, "Always complaining..." He muttered, but there was a certain light about his blue eyes. One that only surfaced when he was with Brock like this. One that only surfaced when it was just those two, their words, and nothing else. "God, I love you." Brian let it slip from his thoughts, exiting his lips in a sweet breath, toothy grin never leaving his face. He'd said those three words to his boyfriend more times than he could count.

"I love you too." Brock replied in an instant, "You've said that about twenty times today too."

"You blame me?" He inquired, raising a brow.

"Not really," The older man laughed. "I am pretty great."

Brian rolled his eyes once more, snorting at Brock's narcissism, but nevertheless, he fed into it. "Yeah, you are." He agreed, before meeting his gaze again.

"I knew there was a reason I liked you so much," He replied fondly.

The Irishman could only laugh, and he knew this was it. Moment of truth, no more messing around, Brian was ready to give Brock his presents. "You ready to get out of here?" He asked. The older man merely nodded, and pushed his plate away then stood up. He allowed Brian to press a kiss into his cheek before grabbing his hand and leading them out to the parking lot after they paid their bill. When they got to the car, Brian let his words slip out. "So before we head home, I've got one more thing for you."

"Bri, I swear if it's more chocolate syrup-"

"I promise you it is not even close to chocolate syrup," He laughed in return. "Wait here." He left Brock standing at the passenger side of the car, before heading back to the trunk to retrieve his presents. Before grabbing them, he allowed his eyes to travel back to the older man who was watching him back with curious eyes. "No peeking!" Brian warned, a smile gracing his features.

Brock huffed playfully and turned away from his boyfriend. "Fine." Truth be told though, Brian was actually quite creative when it came to gifts and other things of that nature. He was honestly wondering just what the younger man had done for him this year. And when he heard his footsteps approaching from the back of the car, his heart sped up in excitement.

"Ready?"

"Always."

The scent of roses caught Brock's attention as he finally turned around to face Brian. And his nose did not deceive him, because right there, Brian was holding a bouquet of the flower, as well as a small box. "Can't have a proper valentine's day without candy and flowers." He grinned, eyes shining bright, as he gave his boyfriend the gifts, and a small kiss.

"You are so damn cheesy." Brock rolled his dark eyes, taking the gifts from the younger man. But he adored Brian because of his sweet nature. Not thinking much of it, he opened the small box, pleased to see that Brian had remembered all his favorite candies. However, there was something in the middle of the box that just didn't belong. "Bri?" He inquired.

"Hm?" The younger man hummed, bracing himself for the nerves that were about to settle in his gut.

"What's that?" Brock questioned.

"Why don't you look at it and see for yourself?" He retorted, rocking nervously back on his heels. What if Brock rejected him? He was sure that was what he was most afraid of at the moment. What if he got the wrong idea about it all? But nevertheless, the older man obliged, and set his bouquet of roses on the hood of the car, before reaching into the candy box and pulling out the miscellaneous item. Much to his surprise, a set of rings wasn't what he was expecting at all. But he studied them, the metal smooth, sleek, and silver; in that moment, he was afraid to look at Brian.

Brock swallowed hard, face getting hot from his ever growing nerves. What did Brian have up his sleeve now? "Okay, these are way better than chocolate syrup," He attempted to joke, make the situation lighter, but Brian still never spoke. A million times he had practiced just what he was going to say in this moment, and now, he was speechless. Brock only continued to study the rings, and engraved on the inside, he could barely make out the words, be mine. They were promise rings. His eyebrows shot up on his forehead, and immediately, his eyes went to Brian.

The Irishman's voice brought him back to reality, "I know we've never really talked about it… But I love you, Brocky, and I want to be with you for a long time. And we may not be ready for marriage, so I figured this is the next best thing?" He was rambling like hell and he knew it.

"Brian, I-"

"I just want the world to know that you're mine and I'm yours..." It didn't come out perfectly, but it was enough, and Brock was in awe. "So what do you say?" He inquired, gaze never faltering not even for a second. The intensity of the moment was too much, the rawness of it all was overbearing.

Brock let out a shaky exhale, and he was trying to refrain from becoming emotional. Of course, Brian would go and surprise him with something big like this. His chest was heavy with love, and he didn't know what to say, so he kissed his boyfriend instead, with every fiber in his being, he let his feelings radiate through; he let his answer travel through. "The world already knows I'm yours." He murmured against Brian's lips, before allowing the man to slip the ring onto his nimble finger.

"I'm glad." Brian replied, before kissing him again.