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iliveiloveiwrite · 3 years

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Moments We Knew // Colin Bridgerton

Request: Hello! I’m so excited that you’re writing for Bridgerton and I was wondering if I could request a fic? Maybe one where Colin is courting the reader, what it would involve and their first kiss? Basically just some Colin fluff that’s too sweet :)) - anon

A/N: Oh this request is so sweet! Thank you so much for requesting! I can only hope I have done it justice. The other requests in my inbox will become my priority for next weekend!

Pairing: Colin Bridgerton x Fem!Reader

Warnings: female reader, courting, courtship, fluff, cute, mentions of food and drink, the British Museum is mentioned (I have to apologise for that lol), kissing, pining, instant love, love at first sight and all that jazz.

Word count: 4k

One:

“Miss (Y/L/N), would you do me the honour of saving me a spot on your dance card?”

Your eyes widen at his words, but you nod your head regardless, unable to deny the blue eyes and sweet face of Colin Bridgerton.

“I shall find you soon,” He promises before walking away, leaving you to question the last few minutes of your life.

You had spoken to the Bridgerton before; had dined in their company too, but you had never danced with one. It was to be something you would never forget, that was for certain.

Strolling around the ballroom, you truly did not hold much hope for tonight. Having been out in society for a few seasons now, you did not think there would be much interest tonight bar the Bridgerton who had kindly asked you to save him a dance.

Sighing softly, you reach the table covered with glasses of lemonade. Reaching for one, you eye the couples already taking to the floor for the first dance of the evening. Eager young hopefuls, all curious to know whether they would meet their love match tonight.

A flicker of excitement begins to stir as the music begins the couples start to twirl across the floor; the women’s skirt billowing out from under them as the men look every dashing in their suits. You think to Colin, wondering briefly where he is as you think of how it would be to dance with such a man.

“Did you save me that dance?” A voice asks from behind you.

Startling slightly, you only just manage to keep hold of your glass. “I have,” You reply, holding up your dance card where Colin’s name is written.

“Perfect,” He grins, “Shall we dance now?”

“Why not?” You answer, placing your glass down and taking his open hand.

Colin’s hand is soft as he places it on the small of your back, pulling you to him ever so slightly. Your hand rests on his shoulder whilst his free hand wraps around yours. Your skin tingles in all the places his hands rest; it’s an addictive feeling, you come to realise.

The band strikes up and the couples on the floor begin their dance. Colin begins to lead you with confidence; evidence of his upbringing alive in the way he directs his feet whilst holding you steady. Dance lessons were a must for all offspring of London society; it was not a gendered activity.

“How are you finding the evening?” Colin asks, leading you across the floor.

“Am I to be truthful?” You ask, smiling coyly at the brunette.

“I find that would be best,” Colin responds, his own sly smile written across his face.

“Then I shall have to say that I was rather bored until you asked me to dance. This is sure to be the highlight of my evening.”

Colin spins you out before replying. “How odd,” He murmurs quietly though you hear him perfectly over the band, “I was thinking the exact same thing.”

A startled laugh leaves you at his words; one that Colin finds himself joining in with as he continues to lead you around the ballroom. Many couples watch on; curious to know what it is that has you both laughing and smiling the way that you are. You find yourself delighting in the act that you are to have a secret with the third eldest Bridgerton; a secret you could revisit whenever you wanted.

The dance comes to an end; the music rising for one last crescendo before falling silent. Stepping back from the Bridgerton, your chest rises heavily due to the pace of the music and the dance. You smile softly at Colin, “Thank you for the dance. It was wonderful.”

“Join me for one more?” He asks; his voice close to pleading as if he doesn’t want to let you go just yet, doesn’t want to see you walk away from him without knowing if he’ll ever see you again.

Your eyes wander over his face; finding the desperation in his eyes and noting that you feel the same way. You find yourself hating the idea of walking away from this man just yet; not just because of how much fun you had had when dancing with him, but because you feel that if you were to walk away from him in this very moment, you would be making a choice you would surely come to regret.

You take his hand; revelling in the way his fingers close around yours as he leads you to the dancefloor once more. Lining yourself up, you do not look away from his blue stare, finding yourself enraptured by him and more than happy to stay that way.

The music begins, and once more, you fall into step with your future.

Two:

Wandering into the drawing room, the previous night felt like a dream. The ache in your feet being the only sign that you had indeed danced the night away with the third eldest Bridgerton.

“Good morning, mother,” You greet, settling down at the small tea table.

“Did you enjoy yourself last night?” She asks; her eyes bright with happiness as she takes in the dazed look on your face, already away with the fairies.

“It was wonderful,” You sigh dreamily; remembering how Colin’s hands felt on the small of your back and how he listened to your every word. It felt too good to be true.

“I would not be surprised if he called on you this morning,” Your mother declares from her place by the window. She often sat there; her legs tucked underneath her as she worked on a new stitching pattern, read a new book or simply stared at the view.

“I do not want to get my hopes up,” You confess, fiddling with your fingers nervously. All night you had dreamed of the Bridgerton; his eyes and his smile, the sound of his laughter. If he chose not to call on you, your heart could surely not take it, not after so many seasons of disappointment.

Your mother smiles, “My dear, I feel it within my bones. He shall call on you this morning.”

“Thank you, mother,” You reply graciously before pouring a cup of tea; one for you and the other for your mother. “It looks to be a fine day,” You comment, making light conversation as you add sugar and a splash of milk to your own tea, stirring until you know it will be just the right temperature for you to drink without burning the roof of your mouth and your tongue.

Your mother hums from her place at the window, sipping delicately at her own tea. Suddenly, she sits straighter, her eyes and ears focusing on the streets below. “I do believe a carriage has just pulled up with the Bridgerton initial on its doors.”

“Mother, you jest.”

“I do no such thing,” She protests, stepping away from the window as she catches sight of the dark brunette hair of the Bridgerton boy.

“How do I look?” You worry, now taking your mother seriously, standing to smooth down the patterns of your dress. Already wishing that you had changed into something more fetching than your everyday wear.

Your mother sidles over to you and presses a soft kiss to your cheek. “You look lovely, my dear,” She promises before taking a seat on the nearby couch, knowing that the conversation that was to take place was to be between you and the Bridgerton boy.

Sitting back down, you know you only have mere minutes to collect yourself before Colin walks through the drawing room door. Mere minutes to stop the bouncing of your leg and the worrying of your mind. Taking a deep breath, you steel yourself, already confident in the knowledge that what you feel for Colin is far from platonic and after last night, you felt somewhat confident that he felt something for you too.

“Mr. Colin Bridgerton,” The butler announces to which you stand, barely repressing the urge to fist your hands into your skirts out of nerves.

Colin strides into the drawing room; his eyes scanning the room only for them to light up when they land on you. A large smile spreads across his face and he steps further into the room. “I apologise if I am interrupting anything,” He states politely.

“There was nothing to interrupt other than some tea. Please help yourself,” Your mother smiles from her place on the couch; her eyes dancing between the two of you – a good match is the conclusion she comes to as she takes in the flush of your skin and the smile on Colin’s face.

Colin turns to your mother, bringing out a bouquet of flowers he kept hidden behind his back. “These are for you, Mrs. (Y/L/N).”

Your mother’s eyes widen as she takes in the humble but sweet bouquet offered by the young man. “Thank you,” She states, “They are most unexpected but are very beautiful. I shall have to find a vase.”

“You’re welcome,” Colin responds before bringing out another bouquet. Turning his attention to you, he holds out the delicate collection of flowers. “These are for you,” He murmurs, a note of vulnerability shining through his usual confidence.

“Thank you,” You reply, voice awed at the sight of the gorgeous colours; reds, whites and yellows making up the bouquet, brightening the room instantly. “I shall find a vase for them soon.”

“I had a lot of fun last night,” Colin whispers, his voice loud enough for you but quiet enough that your mother only hears mumblings.

Smiling widely, you reply, “I had fun too. I’ve never enjoyed dancing that much.”

“Me neither,” Colin agrees, thinking back to how it felt to hold you in his arms. He knew after his second dance with you that if he was to have a future, you would surely play a part in it. “Would you accompany me to the British Museum tomorrow? There’s an exhibit being shown that I have been told we simply must not miss.”

Blinking twice, it doesn’t take you long to think of an answer. “I would love to. I’ve heard nothing but good things about the exhibit. It’s a collection of Greek and Roman sculptures and art.”

“I have a soft spot for History, but I have not been yet. I thought it would be perfect for us to go together.”

“I think it would be perfect for us to go together too,” You whisper, your heart beginning to race at the thought Colin has put into your first outing.

Colin smiles; the act lighting up his face. Reaching into his pocket, he pulls out a golden stopwatch, frowning briefly at its face before slipping back to where it belongs. “I wish I could stay longer,” He laments, “But I promised my mother I would meet her this morning.”

“Go see your mother,” You smile, “I will get to see you tomorrow after all.”

Another smile at that has your heart beginning to sing. “Until tomorrow,” He promises, standing from his chair and reaching for your hand where he places a lingering kiss to the back of it. The very kiss itself holding many promises for the future that you could not wait to fulfil.

As the door closes behind the brunette, you let yourself fall back onto the chair with a smile gracing your face. Until tomorrow; you had to wait until tomorrow before seeing him once more.

Three:

The building loomed large as you tightened your grip on Colin’s arm. Your stomach a ball of nerves as you think of what this means; your very first outing together as a prospective couple. Things needed to run smoothly; you needed to calm yourself down.

Taking a deep breath, you hasten your steps to keep up with Colin’s long strides. He had been so excited on the carriage ride over; babbling about the latest exhibit on show for the masses. Whilst History was a subject you adored when in education, it was not something you had kept up since coming out as a debutante.

Whilst the art is spectacular, it is the sculptures that ultimately take your breath away. Strolling through the main hall, you cannot help but be completely taken in by the attention to detail of such creations and the very fact that they have managed to survive hundreds of years with minimal damage.

“They’re beautiful, are they not?” Colin asks.

“They’re stunning.”

“My older brother, Benedict, suggested this to me. He’s the artist in the family but knows of my love of history.”

“He sounds like a wonderful big brother,” You murmur, finding it hard to tear your attention away from the pieces of work.

“How are you finding it? Are you enjoying yourself?” Colin asks, his voice close to your ear.

“I am. It’s spectacular. It makes me wish I had continued my study into the subject.”

“You like History?”

“Very much so,” You smile, “My father used to sit me on his lap and tell me stories of the past.”

“Mine would do the same,” Colin murmurs quietly, remembering his youth with his father. How he would sit on the floor by his father’s feet and listen for hours about not only his father’s life but the creation of the country in which they live and its many countless invasions.

“How are you finding it?” You ask, bringing him back to the present. “Are you enjoying yourself?”

“I am, but I have to admit it is more the company than the art work, no matter how stunning.”

“Colin!” You gasp, smiling widely, “You are a flatterer.”

He laughs; the sound reverberating off the marble sculptures and walls. “Only for you,” He admits when he calms down. “Only for you.”

His words bring a smile to your face, setting your heart racing in your chest. He could undo you with so few words; it was a miracle you were still standing.

The rest of the exhibit is much of the same; breathtaking sculptures and happy conversation with Colin. He doesn’t enjoy too much silence; rather, he asks you all sorts of questions about your childhood and your life in London. In kind, you ask him of his life and the travelling he did in his late teens/early twenties.

You find that not only is he kind and sweet, he is incredibly knowledgeable of not only life in England, but life and society in other countries. He speaks fondly of his time abroad, but as he regales you of tales of his travels, Colin finds no burning desire to travel abroad again. Instead, as he stares down at you, he finds that you rather hold everything he could need for the future.

It’s then that Colin decides he’s found what he needs for the rest of his life, and he’s found it in you. He supposes he should be laughed at; finding love so quickly, but it just feels right. Everything about you feels so perfectly right for him that he does not see the need to fight it.

He finds himself trying to fight the want to propose then and there. Instead, Colin hooks your arm through his as he leads you from the museum. Like a gentleman, he helps you into the carriage before joining you himself.

“Thank you,” You comment as the carriage sets off.

“Whatever for?” Colin asks, curious to what you should be thanking him for.

“For taking me to exhibit.”

“The pleasure is all mine,” He responds honestly. It was; the pleasure of the afternoon was entirely his because you brought out a side of him that he had never met before but found he rather liked. Colin had always been a man of the moment; rushing through his life so he could get to the next exciting part as quickly as possible. However, with you, he finds that he has no need to rush or to hurry. He finds himself excited for the journey he wants to take with you, and thanks his lucky stars that you saved a dance for him on your card.

The carriage soon rolls to a stop outside your home. Gathering yourself, you smile wistfully at the brunette who has so quickly made his home in your heart.

“Thank you for a wonderful morning and afternoon,” You state as you step down from the carriage with the help of your footman.

“Wait!” Colin calls, rushing out of the carriage, “Will you be at the picnic later this week?”

“I will,” You answer, excitement bubbling inside of you, “Will I see you there?”

Colin nods, “I was hoping you would want to promenade with me.”

“I would love to.”

From there, Colin leaves you with yet another kiss on your hand. As he walks away, you begin to wonder what it would feel like to have his lips pressed against yours; what would he feel like, what would he taste like. The thoughts swirl around your mind for so long that you do not hear your mother call you to the drawing room. Instead, you wander to your bedroom where such thoughts plague you for the rest of the day and night.

Four:

Each season the richest families in London society gather together for a picnic in the park. To outsiders, it is a display of their money, of their status in society. To mothers, it is another opportunity for their daughters to be showcased to the many eligible men who flock to the families in need of a wife or perhaps, some free food.

Your mother and you had been invited by the Bridgertons; an excuse by their matriarch to better get to know you and your mother. Violet welcomes you both with a warm smile, asking you to sit and drink tea.

“How are you?” Violet asks, reaching for one of the many biscuits.

“I’m well, Lady Bridgerton. And yourself?” You reply, wanting nothing more than to be accepted by the mother of the man who had caught your attention so readily.

“I’m very well, dear,” Violet answers, soon falling into conversation with your mother.

You’re distracted by the sight of Colin playing with his youngest siblings; a hoop game that leaves them all laughing loudly when the hoop is dropped on the floor, rolling away from them with great speed. There doesn’t seem to be any logic to the game other than pure enjoyment when Colin suddenly looks up, as if he sensed your eyes on him.

It’s as if everything else melts away as your eyes meet. For you, there was only him. There was no sound; no distractions – just Colin and the smile of his handsome face.

“I think they will work well together,” Your mother admits to Colin’s, glancing between the soft look on your face and the happy smile on Colin’s.

Violet hums her agreement, catching sight of the way Colin’s eyes light up when he notices you sat with his family. Gregory soon pulls his brother’s attention back to him, but Violet doesn’t miss the glances he throws in your direction every chance he gets. Yes, Violet thinks to herself, you would match very nicely.

Laughter rains all around you as you continue to sit with the Bridgerton family; now having been introduced to its matriarch but also to Anthony, its head. A kind man and very devoted to his family; you felt welcomed by his smile and happy to find that he already knew of you.

Stealing a glance at the sky, you sigh in relief when you see that the fine weather was going to hold and that the picnic was going very well. A shadow crossing your eyeline has you frowning in distaste, but your frown doesn’t last long when you find that it is Colin standing over you.

“Shall we go on a walk?”

One:

Taking his outstretched hand, Colin begins to lead you down the winding paths of park, away from your families.

“Colin,” You laugh, “Where are you taking me?”

“It’s a surprise,” He laughs, holding onto your hand tighter as he pulls you round a corner.

“Surely you can give me a little hint,” You plead, curiosity beginning to get the better of you.

Colin shakes his head; an infuriatingly handsome smile on his face as he remains quiet about exactly where he is leading you. At this point, the both of you have wandered away from your families and the rest of London society. Instead, you walk through a quieter section of the park, one where paths are travelled but are not often frequented. Despite the nerves rattling your gut, you feel completely safe in Colin’s presence.

“I wanted to steal you away for a little while,” Colin says, breaking the comfortable silence between the two of you.

“Steal me away?”

He nods; his grip on your hand tightening. “There were so many eyes watching us; my family and your family. Did you not feel even a little suffocated?”

Thinking back to the picnic and the shared looks between your mother and Colin’s, you would happily admit that you did start to feel the strain of their expectations. “I did start to feel our parent’s gaze,” You confess.

“Exactly. At least here we can be honest with one another without the pressure of our beloved mothers.”

“Honest?”

Colin nods, “Honest about what we feel.”

“What do you feel?”

“I see a future with you,” He admits, “I know that we have only begun courting, but I truly see it all with you. Do you see the same thing?”

“I see it all,” You confess, your voice hoarse with unspoken emotion.

“You do?”

Nodding your head, you answer, “I do. I see everything with you. When you left after we visited the museum, it took everything in me not to chase you down to ask you to stay.”

“I didn’t want to go,” He whispers, “I wanted to stay. I knew then.”

Through the confessions uttered by both parties, you have made your way closer to the gentleman. Your hands remain tangled by your sides; Colin’s fingers fitting comfortably with yours as he smiles softly down at you. His free hand raises slightly, brushes through the strands of hair that became loose on your quick getaway from your families. His eyes beg a silent question; the question that has bene on your mind since he left you on your doorstep last week.

“Can I kiss you?” He asks; verbalising his thoughts, handing you the power.

You just finish uttering your consent when Colin’s lips find yours, pressing against them softly. Taken by surprise, you gasp into the kiss but soon find your rhythm. You drop Colin’s hand so you can wind your arms around his neck, pulling him ever closer to you to feel him pressed so tight against you. Your fingers run through the ends of his hair, only briefly noting its softness before letting yourself fall further into him.

Colin groans softly into the kiss; finally knowing what it is that you taste like – sugar and the tea you recently drank. A combination that only leaves him wanting more as his hands settle on the small of your back, gathering you against him as he tries to repress the urge to take more, more, more. It’s everything all at once; it’s overwhelming but it still doesn’t feel enough. Not as Colin takes control, not as his hands tighten on your waist, and not as you whimper softly.

Breathless and dazed, you pull away from Colin. His chest heaves as he keeps his grip on your waist, not wanting to step further from him. He presses his forehead to yours, his breath dancing over your lips as you try to catch your own. Slowly, a smile breaks over your faces and laughter begins to spill from your lips.

It doesn’t make sense; it doesn’t have to. It’s simply the beginning of your futures.

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filipinoizukuu · 3 years

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gooood mornin' codi I woke up way late today but I finally remembered that I was meaning to send you an ask about what your anti-pet peeves for fics are (since you did pet peeves a while ago). in more sensible terms, what are things in fics that you really like?

anyways hope you have a wonderful day byeeee :]

! g'morning snail <3<3 and omg this ask.... positive vibes! thank you for asking :'D (this got really long so i put the rest under the cut :'))

im gonna do this in the same format as last time, so same disclaimers that these are all a matter of personal preference for me and just because they're absent from a fic doesn't mean its not a good fic!! i love yall fanfic writers v v much n appreciate ur service o7

in terms of writing, i'm not really picky over grammar or spelling or punctuation errors again, as long as its intuitively understandable. the following are just along the veins of writing styles i like!

- i love love LOVE deadpan humor and snarky dialogue. characters mouthing off at each other but still in character is always my absolutely favorite thing

- actually, good dialogue in general is enough to carry even the most "overused" tropes and plot-holey fics. Characters having excellent dynamics and playing off each other's energy and generally just not talking uniformly absolutely fucks!!

- fics that have good pacing. enough said. im absolutely feral for those.

- I love really rambly writing. The kind where topics jump from different things before coming back to the main point, because I think its a really interesting sneak peak into both 'realistic' thinking processes and also the author's personality. Think something similar to Victor Hugo's writing, but a little more personal and snarky.

- Third person POVs. <3. Sometimes 2nd person if its done right, bc homestuck showed me its an excellent device for some absolutely bangin jokes

For tropes or general things i enjoy, i really really like:

- PLOTTY FICS. god. if its multi-chaptered and has a compelling plot that isn't just "defeating another baddie!" and actually puts characters in really interesting situations, SIGN ME TF UP!!! This is the reason i really liked TWYUTD and Here, Here.

- In addition to the point above, I also really like time travel fix-it fics and kid fics! (both 'x character turned into a child' and 'x ship accidentally acquire children').

- ...i also really really like canon divergence fics. like any fic that has to do with taking a path slightly different from canon?? HELL yes.

- im a. glutton for shameless tooth-rotting fluff (snail u are absolutely one of the people to blame for this omg). i love domestic fluff but also like, courting fluff. the reason i really REALLY liked Here, Here was bc of all the sappy shit bkdk did together and how smooth katsuki was. love that shit.

- OUGH enemies to lovers or rivals to lovers or meet ugly. any of these variations are GREAT as long as there is tension. I love the flirting in these fics //sighs dreamily

- self-indulgent fics where ppl make x character extremely hot. the fic doesnt even have to be about that--its just that the second i read about my comfort character (in bnha's case: deku) being perceived as pretty and badass

- mutual pining. oh god mutual pining. especially the kind where everyone else can see it nd like the only people in denial are each other

- PARENTS!! LOVING!!! THEIR KID'S!! PARTNERS!!! also just good parenting in general. i get really tired of bad parenting tropes used for backstories

for bnha specific likes?? i have quite a few

- BIG THREE BEING GOOD FRIENDS. i love it when fics have shouto, katsuki, and izuku as really close and joking with each other

- shameless everybodys-in-love-with-deku enthusiast. everyone loves him all the time. they have to.

- DAD MIGHT (bonus points if either bisexual dad might or toshinko OR both)

- class 1a being generally close, not just with each other but also with the other classes and schools. mmm thats good.

- redemption arcs or fics where the lov are just petty or slowly assimilating into like, practically harmless people. i love seeing fics where dabi and shouto argue on the phone like big brothers, or even like melancholic takes where tenko gets imprisoned but him and deku talk regularly

- MAHORO AND KATSUMA MY BELOVEDSSSS

- . tall kacchan. thats. listen i just. like it when people are tall. bonus points if also tall ochako

- DOMESTIC ROOMMATES/HERO DUO BKDK!!!! WIN TO SAVE SAVE TO WIN!!! MEDIA'S DARLINGS!!!!!!! cries ok u cant tell me they wouldnt open up a heros agency after they graduate ok? ok.

- quirkless aus except theyre all still famous whcch is absolutely why i adore 'are u dating??'

- bkdk being so aware of each other and knowing each other so well that they can basically read each others minds and practically finish each other's sentences

- oblivious idiots <3<3

- deku n bakugou being real smart <3

- quirkless vigilante deku fics........ <3

#asks #snail #long post #MAN theres probably more that i cant name but these r my faves off the top of my head #THANK U FOR THIS ASK MWAH

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hitozy · 4 years

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Emmy's Secrets Presents: a Truth or Dare Crossover pt.1

We switch hoe hoes, hun. Any way, you can blame the Arcana and their characters for this (:

Asmo: Alright my dear *looks at Emmy* truth or dare? Emmy: Truth *all brothers groan* What? Mammon: Ya keep on choosin' truth, dollface! Emmy *criptic*: I've seen your dares, I’m not playin’ yo’ games! Belphie: Booooooring Asmo: Shuuush! All of you! *smirks at Emmy* I know how to make truths worse than dares, sweetheart Emmy *grins*: Bring it Asmo: Who has given you the best kiss of your life? Emmy: Describe 'best kiss', please. Asmo *crawling slowly towards Emmy*: You know... breath-taking, toe curling, heartbeat resonating in your ears, full body blush while bodies being flush together, craving! wanting! desiring! needing! so much more, to the point you end up chasing their lips for more kisses, grinding for more feeling~ *right up Emmy's face* that kind of best kiss. Emmy: UUF, then that's a no brainer! There's only been one person and fuck, *Emmy smiles at Asmo* I've been craving for it for a while now~ *All the brother lean in* Asmo: Who is it?~ Emmy *dreamily*: Nadia Satrinava

*silence*

Satan: WHAT. Asmo: Excuse ME. Belphie: No no, Asmo. *turns to look at Emmy* FUCKING EXCUSE ME? Emmy *caught up in memories*: You are all excused. Mammon: *laughing and crying* fuuUUCK! Beel *confused*: Who is Nadia? Emmy *smiling dreamily*: A Goddess~ A lov- Asmo *upset*: How could you! I've given you my all and you do this to me?! Emmy: It's the truth! Buuuut *smiling* you are my third best! Asmo: THIRD!? WHOSE THE SECOND!? Emmy: *points at Beel* *brothers looking at Beel* Beel *blushing*: Heh, thanks Satan: I am so fucking offended by all of this Lucifer: As am I Emmy: If you can't take the heat, don't join it! Mammon: You've been pretty quiet over there Levi. Levi *blushing, wide eyed and a bit turned on*: ... Emmy kisses girls Belphie *laughs*: Is that all you got from this? Levi *ignoring Belphie, looking at Emmy with dilated pupils*: That's hot. Emmy: You should see her topping me *grins when she hears him moan, making Asmo giggle and Satan, Beel and Belphie grin* Mammon *grinning*: Now that is fuckin' HOT! Lucifer *smirking*: I agree.

BONUS ROUND:

Asmo: Lucifer, I need you to give this letter to Lord Diavolo Lucifer: Why? Asmo: Its for research. Lucifer *sighs*: Fine, I will give it to him this afternoon over tea. Asmo *smiling*: Thank you~

-At the Demon Lord's Castle-

Lucifer: Before I forget, Asmodeus requested that I give this to you. Diavolo *opening the envelope*: Do you know what it is? Lucifer: It did not occur for me to check, if you wish I can- Diavolo: No mind, we shall find out together! *Diavolo reading the letter, looks up at Lucifer, very confused* Diavolo: Who is Nadia Satrinava and why are all of your brothers requesting for her visit?

*Lucifer sweats*

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zuffer-weird-girl · 4 years

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What if kai’s s/o goes to have tea with her friends and Kai sends someone to watch them from afar and they start talking about their marriage and kai’s s/o is just gushing over him and her friends are like he can’t be that great so she calls him and tells him it’s an emergency and then she’s like see I told you he is perfect

Me. That would be me. I already gush about him with my friends.

"Pleaaaase! I don't see then since the high school!" You almost whined to your husband as he only furrowed his eyebrows together.

"They are disorganized clearly. Wanting suddenly your presence for exactly tonight."

You winced at that. You knew how your husband was a very organized and perfectionist person, so things planned out of the sudden left him boiling in rage, especially when he was involved.

And your friends didn't helped much your case when he wanted to spend this night with you as well...

He growled while sitting down on the bed, you following and standing right in front of him.

"Kai they are always busy, so maybe this was a opportunity for them..." you tried in a gentle tone, only receiving a displease glare of his that clearly said 'do I look like I care?'

You sighed while rubbing the back of your neck. Thinking on something that could ease his mind a bit.

Your eyes locked with the bathroom that you just went out off a few minutes ago from a shower.

Perfect.

"Kai~" You cooed, not bothering with his glare and setting yourself on his side. "It will not take much longer I promise."

He rolled his eyes at that, resting his head on his hand as a sigh escaped his clothed lips.

You pouted before nestling your head in the crook of his neck, smirking at the way his mjscle tensed at the contact but yet no.hives appeared on his skin.

"Please? I swear I will come back as early as I can, and I will be all yours tomorrow and for the rest of the night." You brushed your lips against his skin, smirking at feeling his shiver but he insisted on that stoic face of his.

You didn't mind it. After all it was hot as fuck.

"Not that I am not yours every day anyway.." you purred close to his ear, him grunting at that "I." You kissed close to his ear "belong." Then his covered cheek bone "to you. Always."

You yelped at the sudden grasp on you, pullimg your frame straight to his lap as he took off his mask.

Chisaki scoffed, but his eyes were exactly like a hunter would look at his prey.

"You better control your words." He growled before resting his hands on your thighs "Angel of mine."

You hummed before getting close to him, looking at him with now puppy eyes as you embraced his neck.

He sighed in annoyance at that before slapping your butt, grinning at your yelp.

"Be here before ten or eleven. Or else I won't hesitate on a punishment."

"Oh I like the sound of that~!" Another slap which this time you giggled on his neck.

"Kinky little shit angel." He growled in false disaproval.

He waited the exact moment you left the door before he demanded Mimic and Chrono's presence. Pointing at the exit you just went out.

"Make sure she doesn't get hurt and I want all the details of those sick 'friends'. Don't let them to see you."

"Yes Overhaul."

"Sure thing boss."

These two are not even fazed anymore...

"OH MY GOSH COME HERE!" your friends yelled in union while you laughed, accepting their hugs and greetings.

"We don't see you in AGES!" One of them exclaimed as soon as she sitted down.

"Sorry! Busy life and all that shit!" You laughed at their mockery gasps while the oldest of the group called the waiter.

Neither of you aware of Chrono and Mimic not much away.

"One of them had in total 14 boyfriends apparently." Mimic whistled at looking at the folders as he wiped his teeth with a toothpick whiel Chrono taked his drink.

"Bad influence in Overhaul's opinion." He said while looking at his cellphone.

"Guys you won't believe, but my boyfriend just asked for my hand last week!" Some of the table screamed in joy while the other half clapped their hands.

"Congrats!"

"Thank you! He payed a lot for this ring! But is so beautiful, look!"

You all awed at how beautiful the tring in her hand looked.

"Pff, going to marry just to be stuck." One friend of yours scoffed in your side as she took a bite on her snack "Take (Y/n)-chan as example."

"Oh sure! (Y/n)-chan?" You hummed, still with the straw of your cold deink in your mouth. "How is marriage going? Your husband is the affectionateor cold type?"

"Cold? The man is from the freaking yakusa as I know by far! He is SCARY and COLD!"

You arched a eyebrow at that one before placing your drink down.

Mimic and Chrono perked their ears up immediately as Chrono silently dialogue Chisaki's number.

"What is-" Chisaki's blood boiled at beating both shushes of his commurates.

How dare they?

"This is your chick talking about ya Overhaul, might be interested."

That shutted him up...

"Answering you guys question, marrying my husband was the best decision of all of my life!" You exclaimed while some rolled their eyes and others awed.

"Please, is not like your husband can listen us! Spill the goods!"

"What isn't good about him?" You sighed dreamily "He is just, heck, the definition of perfection. I mean, not only he is a gentle almost all of the time but also has the body of a greek god!"

Chrono and Mimic muffled their snicker, thankfully not seing the faint blush forming on Chisaki's face and ears.

"Aham... But, like, marriage isn't always sunshine and rainbows, my husband is sometimes a little shit who can't even fry a egg! And daress to answer me on a argument even!"

"Yeah (Y/n), I think you just drolling on that husband of yours way too much. I mean c'mon... he can't be that great, everyone has flaws. And really? Greek god? Now you went overboard."

Chrono had to hold back Mimic at that one, preventing him to snao the woman's neck for 'InSUltIng ThE BoSS Of ThE YaKUSa LiKE ThAT'.

"Mimic set down. (Y/n) might see you two with a that fuss." Chisaki growled on the phone.

"I... I beg you pardon?" The three man arched their eyebrows at the sudden drastic change of your voice.

The cherry and full of joy sound of your voice had gotten into a cold, offended and threatening one... a very much similiar with Overhaul's himself...

Chisaki thought the worst as he got up from his chair, clenching onto his cellphone.

"Chrono, Mimic. What happened?"

"No fucking idea."

"Then search to know." He growled before he mentally sighed at hearing your voice again.

"Would you all give me a few minutes? I need to prove apparently something."

You got up from your chair and passed through the tables... only to stop and took a few steps back only to spot Mimic and Chrono there. Cellphone hanging up.

"Fuck." Mimic cursed as Chrono sighed in defeat.

Instead of being angry or even uncomfortable with their presence you smiled at then, shocking both.

"Hi Irinaka and Kurono-kun!"

"Did you imbeciles just showed yourselves to her? I swear that when you two get back I will-" you asked with your at Chro o if you could pick up his cellphone which he merely nodded.

"Kai?"

He stiffed subsconciously at hearing your sweet voice.

"Angel." He greeted back monotonously, easing up a bit at hearing that sweet laugh.

"After years of dating with you sending bodyguatds all the time with me, is not now that I am going to be surprised by it."

"They did a despicable job apparently." He growled back as you giggled.

"Can you come over here? Is not far from home please?"

"Chrono and Mimic can bring you back, no need for me to pick you up (y/n)." He deadpanned before he heard your whines and pleas.

Shit, he could only imagine that face of your with those cursed puppy eyes.

"Pretty please?"

You beamed happily after a few seconds at heafing his irritated sigh and a grumble that he was on his way.

"You two can go back home and rest guys, please." You looked at both men who visibly relaxed at your words.

"We will still wait for you and Overhaul though (Y/n) not only is orders but-"

"Is late as fuck." Chrono glared at Mimic whose only shrugged.

Not even a few minutes later Chisaki engered the place, black mask on his face as he scanmed the area with a stoic and disgusted look.

"Kai!" You went towards him and gave him the most dumb in lovs smile that he ever saw, he blinked before sighing out loud.

"Had enough?" He crossed his arms while opening his eyes to stare you down.

"Actually there is just this one thing, can you follow me please?" You pleaded while he groaned but attempted to your wish.

Your friends tilted their heads whils other seemed like their eyes were going to pop out of their heads. You smirked devilish at that but remained with your sweet voice and expression.

"Ladies. This is the man whose I had pride to call my husband!" You showed him with your palm "The young leader of the Shie Hassaikai."

Some gagged while others ttied to form words as their jaws hanged open.

You giggled at their expressions and your husband confused as heck one.

"What did I told you? Wha did I told you all?!" You exclaimed while dramatically waving yojr hands towards Chisaki, giving enfasis on his whole appearance.

"MY HUSBAND IS THE HANDSOMEST GOODEST LOOKING OUT THERE BITCHES! BE JEALOUS BECAUSE THIS WHOLE PACKAGE IS MINE!" you laughed maniacally, and if it wasn't for all of your years of knowing Chisaki, you could never tell he was dying inside as the point if his ears were bloody red.

"(Y/N)..." he groaned in irritation while bringing a hand to his face, to hide his blush or to ease his headache you couldn't know.

"Look at those arms and chest! Strong and so powerful! His hair is so soft and perfect and by god THOSE EYES!" you yelped and blushed crinsom red as your husband just picked you up in bridal style, sucefully shutting you up.

He glared daggers towards your friends before walking away without a word.

"TOLD YOU ALL HE WAS HUSBAND MATERIAL! SUCK IT!" you shouted before yelping with a giggle at the pinch he gave it to you.

"Shut your mouth." He growled while only putting you down after you two got out. "Explain."

"You're just too perfect and beautiful that it hurtssss" you whined before he flipped your forehead, smirk on his lips behind that cursed mask.

"Idiot angel, aren't you?"

#overhaul x reader #overhaul scenario #fanfic overhaul #overhaul #kai chisaki x reader #chisaki kai imagine scenario #chisaki kai x reader #chisaki kai #kai chisaki #bnha imagine #bnha x reader #bnha characters #bnha villains #bnha #bnha rp #my writings #zuffer writings

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lovelyfeh · 5 years

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now this,, i love this omg it’s so innocent and sweet and is totally something Sylvain would do bajcjsnzn

hopefully i did alright! writers block hit me extremely hard so i’ve been struggling with requests all day and i’m still unhappy with the pacing and overall writing in this one ;-; feel free to ask for a rewrite any time!

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➼Dimitri rarely ever has ‘chaotic’ days, as said by Annette once or twice. Occasionally he’ll wake up with a particularly bad headache or feel sleep for the entire day, but otherwise everyday is more or less the same. Wake up, go to class, meet up with friends, dreamily sigh as he thinks about you, write an entry in his diary, and then go to bed! Perfectly normal!

➼But something was off about today. When he awoke at his usual time, he immediately knew something was... off. As if something was missing from his room.

➼He quickly got dressed and checked every corner of of his quarters. There were no traps, no missing valuables, nothing! Perhaps it had been his imagination? He dismisses the odd feeling and quickly heads out to meet with his classmates. He won’t let a bad morning ruin the rest of day!

➼He greets everyone he sees on his way the the Blue Lions classroom. Mostly everyone is still off talking with others or getting ready in their room, but he’s surprised to see Sylvain already in his seat. Once again the odd feeling he had felt earlier struck him like a powerful magic attack, causing him to take a deep breath before continuing.

➼“Good morning Sylvain, it’s a surprise to see you up this early.” He watched in confusion as his childhood friend turns to him with an almost sinister face covered up by his obvious amusement.

➼“Good morning to you as well, Prince Charming,” Dimitri quirks a brow at the random title, opening his mouth to ask about his weird choice of words, but gets cut off by Sylvain. “I didn’t know you were romantic type Dimitri! You want to take S/O out for tea and then rule the kingdom with her? Aren’t you thinking a bit too far ahead?”

➼And just like that his good day fall apart.

➼Time seems to stop as Dimitri desperately searches for a reason why Sylvain knew that. How he had found out about his crush on you despite going through extreme measure to keep it a secret. He hadn’t told a soul, not even Dedue! The only thing that came to mind involving his feelings was his diary!

➼Dimitri can’t stop himself from grabbing the smug looking red head by the shirt, eyes going dark. “Where did you learn that information, Sylvain?” His voice is scarily quiet, almost a whisper. Anyone who heard it now wouldn’t think it’s the prince talking in such a menacing way.

➼“Woah woah! Calm down! I was only messing with you,” he raises his hand in mock surrender, an easy going smile still on his face as he speaks. Dimitri sighs, about lower him, until Sylvain holds up a familiar blue and golden journal. “I just found everything in here. You don’t mind that I took a peek into your diary, do you?”

➼“Sylvain! Stop joking! What is it you want from me?!” Obviously he wanted something. He wouldn’t have that information unless he was trying to blackmail him. Perhaps he needed his help to get a girl? Either way, he wouldn’t be getting off so easily after he did whatever he needed to...

➼“Well isn’t it obvious? I could tell from the start you were pretty fond of S/O, and it’s been kinda painful watching you stumble over yourself to simply talk to the poor girl,” Dimitri feels his face suddenly burn at his words, “and really, I just want you to finally man up and tell her how you feel. I’m pretty confident she’ll return your feelings right back!”

➼Dimitri quickly drops his friend and covers his face with his hands in embarrassment. He’d known?! And after he had thought he’d hidden his feelings so well! He slaps a hand against his forehead in complete disappointment before sighing angrily. “And if I don’t say anything?”

➼He hears Sylvian laugh, followed by a pat to his back. “I’ll post this on the dining hall billboard for everyone to see, of course. Cmon man, you’ve had a thing for S/O basically since the beginning of time. You need to say something before she gets taken!” He doesn’t see it, but he knows that his friend is winking, as if he needs anymore reasons to finally spill his love for you.

➼And so commences plan ‘get Dimitri to ask you out so Sylvain doesn’t leak his diary and private feelings about you to the whole school’.

➼Dimitri finds himself being drilled on your favorite tea, flowers, and gifts. Heck, somehow Sylvain even managed to find a multitude of lost items that belonged to you. Why had he even had those in the first place? How long had he been planning this whole scheme?!

➼And that’s not where the torture ends, no. Apparently Sylvain had gone and told the entire Blue Lions class when he wasn’t looking. Walking in to find everyone besides Felix (who was still present unfortunately) engaging in a large brainstorm on the best way to win you over.

➼Dimitri isn’t sure what finally pushes him over the edge; seeing you in such a state of confusion and a bit of hurt as everyone distances themselves from you, or the fact that Sylvain has been standing closer to the billboard everyday. He lays awake that night and lets out a long, tired sigh when he realizes that he has to do something before the both of you end up being embarrassed in front of the whole school.

➼Dimitri completely avoids the Blue Lions classroom that morning and heads to where he knows you’ll be. He peeks into the library and finds you studying tomes, a dejected look on your face. The rest of your classmates had probably already kicked you out of the entire officers academy section so they could think up more absurd confession ideas.

➼He stands outside the library for what seems like forever, pumping himself up to go in there and sweep you off your feet before completely psyching out and going back to square one. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out your favorite flower that was surprisingly still in pristine shape, staring at it with such a desperate look on his face. If this didn’t work then he was sure you wouldn’t even consider any of his ‘planned’ other attempts...

➼Quietly, he enters, slowly walking towards the table where you sat on your lonesome. You’re facing him, but seem to either be absorbed by your studies or too downcast to notice him approaching. Each step he takes makes him feel as if his heart will simply burst and cause his untimely death (and really, that doesn’t sound so bad to him considering what he‘s about to do.)

➼As he stops in front of you he continually repeats to himself in his head that he must do this. If he doesn’t, not only would his pride disappear in a matter of seconds, but you’d be teased to no end. ‘This is for the both of us’, he thinks to himself, ‘so please forgive me.’

➼Dimitri silently takes a seat next to you and stares at your face for a moment. Your eyes have a distant look to them, so he gulps nervously and gently takes your free hand in his.

➼You snap into reality at his touch, turning to the prince with wide eyes and mouth slightly agape. You almost immediately brighten at the sight of him however, and he feels you quickly grab his hand back. “Dimitri! Oh Dimitri it’s so wonderful to finally see you again. You’ve been so distant these past few days, I wondered if I had said something that offended you!... I didn’t say anything that offended you, did I? I’m so sorry!”

➼“T-Trust me, S/O. Nothing you could ever say would make me stop lov-liking! Liking you!” His face is on fire as he averts his eyes from yours. Had you noticed his slip up?

➼“Oh that’s such a relief, I was so worried. I... hey, Dimitri, you look rather red. Do you have a fever? Perhaps we should visit Manuela before breakfast ends...” You rise from your seat, still holding his hand. “Let’s go see if you’re sick. We can’t have our house leader ill! We should catch it before it worsens, don’t you agree?”

➼“N-No, that’s not-” “Hm? What are you waiting for? Cmon, we don’t want to end up being late for class!” “Really, I’m not sick-!” “Nonsense! It’s ok to seek help once in a while, you stubborn prince!”

➼As you continue to try and yank him out of his seat, he allows his irritation to throw every shred of rationality out the window. And so, Dimitri does what any fed up person trying to confess would do.

➼In one swift movement, he’s out of his seat and pulls you against his chest. You squeak, flushing and about to ask what this is all about, but are cut off by a light kiss. Your eyes widen at the feeling of prince Dimitri lips on yours (he was kissing you) but don’t stop yourself from leaning in and kissing back. You don’t know what came over him, but you weren’t complaining whatsoever.

➼He pulls away harshly, probably realizing what he had just done, and covers his mouth with a hand. “I-I-S/O! I am so terribly sorry! That was-How can I-?” You watch in mild amusement as he continues to stumble over his words and desperately apologize, as if he had done something wrong. Besides, you had been longing for that kiss since the first day you met Dimitri.

➼You giggle at his adorable behavior before quickly placing a finger over his lips. “Hush, you silly sweetheart. I don’t see what you’re apologizing for!” You glanced at the clock on the wall nearby and hummed, grabbing your things while Dimitri watched in a daze, still muttering to himself about something. You excused yourself, but not before pecking him on the forehead and leaning in the doorway to tell him a few parting words.

➼“And if it makes you feel better, I love you too Dimitri!” You wink, twirling the flower he had intended to give you in your fingers before skipping off the class.

➼Dimitri watches you leave, letting his fingers brush against his lips and forehead, the places that your lips had touched. He couldn’t help the bashful smile that spread across his face as the words ‘I love you too’ seemed to echo in his head. Perhaps he should thank Sylvain for forcing him into this whole thing when he gets the chance-

➼“Look at you go lover boy! You even went for a kiss and everything! Told ya it’s all work out! Mission accomplished Blue Lions, you can all head to class now. I need to give Dimitri here back something that belongs to him!”

➼Or he could kill him right now, considering he put his confession on display for the entire class to watch, but that could wait until he had a lance...

#fire emblem imagines #fire emblem x reader #dimitri x reader #mod cordelias book of imagines #hope you enjoyed!!

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kitsunix · 5 years

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Title: Who Likes Gherkins?

Chapter: 2/???

Fandom: Scream Street

Pairing: BatShift (Resus Negative/Dixon Sneer), one-sided Shifting Sands (Dixon Sneer/Cleo Farr), one-sided Blood Magic/Magical Blood (Luella Everwell/Resus Negative)

Characters: Resus Negative, Dixon Sneer, Cleo Farr, Luke Watson, Luella Everwell, Dr. Skully, Otto Sneer, NoName, Farp, Eefa’s Bat (mentioned)

Rating: T (for somewhat suggestive content)

Summary: In which Resus notices a pattern, and all signs point to his troubles having only just begun.

Word Count: 3603 words

A/N: Finally, after eight months of writer’s block and struggling with this nebulous mess of a chapter, Chapter Two of Who Likes Gherkins? is up! Apologies for the delay; hopefully the remaining chapters are nowhere near as difficult. ^^; Enjoy!

At first everything seemed normal. Wake up, go to school, go to Eefa’s, put up with the mayor’s bat guano… the usual routine. It was like that whole incident with the cloak never happened.

Oh, but that would imply fate was being kind to Resus… and it’s never been inclined to do that.

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“Resus, are you sure you’ve added enough sugar? I don’t think you’ve passed the saturation point yet.”

Resus rolled his eyes at Cleo’s comment as he added another spoonful of sugar to his double hot chocolate with marshmallows. “If you can name me one thing that wouldn’t benefit from a little more sugar, I’d like to hear it.”

Cleo shook her head and took a sip of her own hot chocolate. Luke, who was sitting beside her, had already downed half of his.

They heard Eefa’s bat squeak, and Dixon walked into the store and over to the shelves, grabbing a shopping basket on his way. Luke and Cleo barely spared him a glance before returning to the topic at hand.

“I dunno, Resus, I think this hot chocolate’s great the way it is,” Luke said as he took another enthusiastic gulp. “And you said Luella made this?”

“Hm?” Resus’ attention was drawn away from where Dixon was pulling various small jars off the shelf and back to his friends. “Oh. Oh yeah, it’s one of her specialties.”

“Hmm, I wonder why that is…” Cleo smirked, raising an eyebrow at Resus, who cleared his throat awkwardly.

“I’m gonna order another one. How about you guys?” With that, Luke polished off the rest of his mug.

“I’m barely a third of the way through. And I don’t think Resus is finished seasoning his, yet.”

“Shows what you know,” Resus snarked as he finally took a sip.

“Which is just about everything.” Cleo watched as Resus added one more spoonful of sugar to his hot chocolate, then took another sip.

“There. Now it’s perfect.”

As Luke and Cleo chuckled to themselves, Dixon strolled past their booth on his way to the door, carrying a full bag of purchases in one arm. His other hand trailed lazily across the tabletop, starting near Luke and Cleo’s side of the table and ending at Resus’, before he passed them completely and went out the front door.

The trio was left in confused silence.

“So…” Luke finally broke the silence. “… is anybody gonna ask what that was about?”

“Beats me.”

“I have no idea.”

***

“Thank you, Farp, for your… enlightening project on the effect certain foods have on a goblin’s digestion system,” was the weary comment from Dr. Skully as he opened a window for some fresh air. The rest of the class were either holding their noses or waving the air in front of their faces.

Farp bowed to the class with one last toot, and carried his one-page essay, chart, and bowl half-filled with garlic (for once Resus was glad not to be a vampire), cheese, (raw) brussels sprouts, a half-eaten loaf of bread, and an empty can of beans to his seat in the back of the class.

“Next up is… Dixon, and his project on the biological mechanics behind a shape-changer’s… shape-changing, as it were.” Dr. Skully sat back in his seat, already bringing out his red pen.

As Dixon strolled past his desk to the front of the class, Resus noticed in his hand another single-page essay… one with words covering only half the page. Facing the class, Dixon made a big show of standing up straight and clearing his throat, as if he were the President of G.H.O.U.L. himself, ready to give a speech, even giving his “essay” a shake to straighten it out. Resus couldn’t help but smirk…

“Now, I’m gonna make this quick, so some of you don’t enjoy the view too much…”

And for a brief second, his eyes met Resus’, before returning to the essay he obviously hadn’t memorized.

Resus blinked. Did he just…? He didn’t just say what he thought he said… did he? Resus felt the blood rising to his cheeks and was thankful for the white makeup he always wore to look paler than he really was.

No. No, no, no, it was nothing. It had to have been nothing… he was just getting paranoid, that whole thing with the cloak this past weekend had him seeing things that weren’t there. He was overreacting…

Before long, it was time for Resus to deliver his own project on the relationship between vampires and bats, including how they were able to change into bats specifically. As he began reading his essay aloud, he couldn’t help but look over at Dixon in what he hoped was a subtle manner.

Not that it mattered… Dixon wasn’t even paying attention to him or his project, which was admittedly normal for him. Almost as if that little comment really didn’t mean anything, or indeed was even referring to him. Instead, he was tossing a crumpled piece of paper at the back of Cleo’s head, then feigning innocence when she turned around to glare at him. Once she turned her attention to the front of the class again, he propped his chin in his hand and sighed dreamily…

“Resus, if you could continue?”

Resus was brought back to Earth by Dr. Skully’s sharp reminder (and the muffled snickers of the other students, except maybe Luella), and he glanced down at his essay to see it had been crumpled by him gripping it too tightly. Huh. How did that happen…?

***

The song had no lyrics yet—all he had was a melody. Or at least, the beginnings of a melody. He knew the emotions he wanted his song to convey, and he was trying to express them through the strumming of his guitar. Trying random chords until he struck one that resonated with him. Put them into a pattern… then put his emotions to paper.

That’s what he was doing before a slow clap interrupted him. He turned towards the doorway…

“GAH! How did you get in my room?! What are you doing in my house?!”

Dixon ducked the sneaker thrown at his head. “Your dad tried to fix the sink again and your mom wasn’t taking any chances. Anyway, your shower isn’t leaking blood anymore. You’re welcome for that.”

“That still doesn’t answer the question of what are you doing in my room?!”

“I heard a racket and came to make sure a screech owl wasn’t being tortured. Animal abuse is worth a hefty fine.”

Resus could almost hear the steam coming out of his ears. “Get out of my room!”

Dixon put a hand to his chin in mock contemplation. “Hmm… nah. Gotta do something while your parents test all the water fixtures in the house. And NoName isn’t the best company. Besides… we’ve got stuff to talk about.”

Resus huffed, before deliberately focusing his attention back on his guitar. “Well, that makes one of us, because I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Oh, really~?” Dixon leaned casually against the doorframe, arms crossed and that smirk on his face. “So, we’re just gonna ignore that picture you took of me?”

“Yup.” Resus started tuning his guitar. “I took pictures of everyone on that field trip. I had a new camera. Yours wasn’t special.”

“Your cloak would beg to differ.”

Resus faltered for a second, before forcing himself to continue tuning. “My cloak was just having a laugh at my expense. I think you’ve noticed it has a mind of its own.”

"I noticed. And you said only Negatives can use it… sounds to me like Bram wants me in the family!"

“Bram, wh—” Resus stopped tuning altogether and stared incredulously at Dixon. “You named my cloak?!”

Dixon shrugged. “What? He looked like a Bram. And he’s part of this family, too~”

“Shut up. You are not part of this family.”

“Not yet~”

“Not ever. The cloak doesn’t know what it’s talking about!”

“So, you admit it’s seeing a connection here.” Dixon’s near-constant smirk now held a glimmer of triumph. Resus growled and returned to tuning his guitar… only for the string to snap. Resus clenched his teeth, barely holding in his anger.

“There’s no connection here!” As he spoke, he reached into his cloak for a spare guitar string. “I had a new camera! We were at the beach! I wanted to remember this fun time I had with my friends!”

“And… my bare chest was part of that ‘fun time’?” Dixon pointed to Resus’ hand, which held not a new guitar string, but the topic of their discussion, the photograph that seemed destined to ruin his life.

“Nonononono, I—where did you get your chest? That’s not the focus here at all, in fact there is no focus, it was just… it was a good shot, okay? That’s why I took the picture. That’s it.”

“Oooor you took that picture because it lasts longer, and you wanted to savor this toned, handsome body~” Dixon purred, gesturing to said body.

“I—NO.” Resus choked out. “THAT’S—YOU—WHAT BODY?!”

"I never knew you felt that way about me~"

"I DON'T, I HATE YOU!"

"I'm flattered~ Though I can’t help but wonder what your friends had to say when they rescued you! I’m sure you had a lot of explaining to do…"

“There was nothing to explain! All you did was steal my cloak!”

"Aw, you didn't tell them about your deep, passionate lov-"

Resus leapt to his feet, his other sneaker clutched firmly in his hand. “That’s it! Out of my room! Out, out, OUT!”

Dixon held his hands up in mock surrender. “All right, all right, I’m going… gotta get paid, after all… but if I were you, I’d take a look at your amp, make sure everything’s working all right. Unless you were trying to sound like an angry owl.” He winked and shut the door behind him, just in time for Resus’ sneaker to bounce harmlessly off of it.

***

What Dr. Skully had been hoping would be an educational field trip to Lake Nessie to study—and potentially spot—the elusive Lake Nessie Monster had turned into a regular trip to the beach. Cleo was sunbathing, Luella was using her magic to build sandcastles…

… and Resus and Luke were engaged in the chicken fight to end all chicken fights, against Dixon and Farp.

Resus was sure Luke was having a hard time putting up with Farp’s flatulence in the water, but he couldn’t really think about that. Not while he was trying to overpower Dixon, or more accurately, trying to prevent Dixon from overpowering him. Dixon was stronger than Resus was, even without the shapeshifting, so Resus was relying more on Luke’s werewolf strength to win this chicken fight. He just had to keep the other boy at bay long enough…

Which was easier said than done. With Resus and Dixon right in each other’s faces as they pushed against each other, Resus was close enough to see every drop of water dripping from Dixon’s wet hair, sliding over his smooth skin, his lean muscles flexing as they exerted themselves. It was strangely… distracting… enough for Resus not to notice the huge wave of water rising up behind him until it crashed over them both, washing them up on shore.

When the wave receded, Resus found himself staring up at a smug and sopping wet Dixon, who was straddling his waist, pinning his wrists down beside his head. Everyone and everything around them faded away… it was just the two of them…

Dixon smirked, cocking his head to one side. “Looks like I win, Resus~ What’s my prize~?”

Resus couldn’t answer. His eyes were darting every which way, but Dixon was all he saw. His slick wet skin, his heaving chest, the way his swim trunks clung to his strong legs… Resus’ gaze eventually landed on Dixon’s sparkling green eyes, which were looking at him in a way they never had before. He couldn’t put a finger on that look, but whatever it was, he… liked it …

“Oh! I have an idea~” And with that, Dixon started to lean in closer to Resus’ face. Resus’ breath caught, before his eyes slipped closed, waiting for the touch of Dixon’s lips against his…

Resus shot up in bed, his heart racing a mile a minute. His mind caught up with him, and his face flushed furiously. He grabbed his pillow and screamed into it, before throwing it down and pointing at his cloak.

“YOU DID THIS!”

***

Dixon was chatting idly with Farp in the back of the class when Resus stormed up to his desk and slammed both hands down on it.

“I hope you’re happy!” he hissed, before marching to his own desk in the front row, leaving a bewildered Dixon in his wake.

***

What was Otto thinking?!

No, seriously, at what point did he think building a giant, half-mechanical Frankenstein’s monster was a good idea? What was his endgame here? He already had NoName as muscle… and Dixon could turn into NoName if he needed double the muscle. Why was all this necessary?!

Now both sides were taking cover while the appropriately named “Ottostein”—though Resus personally would’ve gone with “Frankensneer”—went on a rampage in the town square, in the middle of a raging lightning storm, no less. It had already smashed its way out of Sneer Hall, much to Otto’s chagrin, and was throwing around anything it could get its hands on that wasn’t bolted down.

“Otto!” Luke yelled over the roars of the monster. “How do we stop it?!”

“How am I supposed to know?!”

“It’s your creation!” Cleo yelled back, already tying one of her bandages around a piece of debris in case they needed a grappling hook.

“Yes, but I didn’t build the thing! I just brought it to life!” Otto and Dixon ducked a thrown crate; it smashed harmlessly on the sturdy NoName. “How would you stop an out of control werewolf?!”

“Why you--!” And now Resus and Cleo had to try to rein in Luke’s inner wolf before they had two creatures of pure rage on their hands. Thanks, Otto.

“There’s some wires on the back of its neck!” Dixon chimed in. “They’re connected to a battery—if you cut the wires, it’ll turn off!”

Resus stared at Dixon in disbelief and, admittedly, a little awe. He built the creature…? Judging from his friends’ silence, they were on the same page. And Luke’s snapped out of his anger. That’s good.

“… Well, of course!” Otto blustered. “Why else would we need electricity to bring it to life?”

“Never mind!” Cleo yelled. Resus could already see a plan forming in her mind. “Luke! You and NoName get the arms! Dixon!”

Dixon perked up. “Y-yes?”

“Can you turn into something that will hold its legs?”

“Of course, Cleo~” Dixon looked downright smitten, and there was the strange clench in his stomach again, what was that?

“I’m gonna give Ottostein a good old-fashioned mummy makeover!” Cleo declared, snapping the bandage-turned-makeshift grappling hook taut. “That’ll buy you time for the most important job of all, Resus!”

“Hold it! You can’t just order my minions around!” Otto snapped. There was a pause. “Dixon! NoName! Help the freaks restrain that beast! They need all the help they can get taking it down. Me, I’ll… I’ll supervise!”

Cleo rolled her eyes before continuing. “Resus, when I give the signal, you and that cloak of yours cut the wires!”

“But it almost never works—"

“It will this time! Because when you’ve really needed it, your cloak always pulled through! So, don’t worry—” She placed a reassuring hand on Resus’ shoulder. “You’ve got this!”

“Uh, Cleo, hate to interrupt this motivational speech, but Ottostein’s ripped the door off of Everwell’s Emporium—!" Luke pointed to said establishment, where Luella’s startled screams could be faintly heard over the pounding rain.

“Then let’s move!”

With a roar akin to that of his werewolf form, Luke leapt over the wall that served as their shelter, focusing his anger into his arms to summon his werewolf strength. NoName lumbered over to join him as fast as he could, each latching onto one of the creature’s arms. As the creature roared in fury and tried to throw either of its super-strong opponents off, Dixon scurried over to the struggle undetected in the form of a mouse, before morphing into a pair of sturdy shackles, already locked around the creature’s ankles.

As soon as Ottostein was restrained, Cleo leapt into action, winding her bandages around the creature’s midsection to pin its arms to its sides. Ottostein growled and tried to kick her, only to almost trip itself. With the others preoccupied with holding the monster still, only Resus noticed Ottostein focus exclusively on trying to break Dixon’s hold on its ankles.

‘That thing’s smarter than it lets on,’ Resus realized with growing horror, right before the greenish chain holding the shackles together snapped, and Dixon—very quickly shifting back into himself—was flung from the creature’s feet with a scream of pain.

As Dixon staggered to his feet, his back to the chaos, Ottostein stomped on NoName’s foot, breaking his grip on its arm, and despite Luke and Cleo’s best efforts to hold it back, it managed to rip said arm out of the bandages, finally grab something that was bolted down—a lamppost—and tear it out of the ground, preparing to swing it at Dixon’s head.

“DIXON, GET DOWN!” Resus launched himself over the wall and tackled Dixon out of the way. He heard the lamppost smash into the ground behind them as they rolled over the wet pavement, ending with Resus on top of Dixon, who stared up at him in shock.

Resus realized how it must’ve looked seconds before Dixon’s shock morphed into a mischievous grin. “Aww, Resus… you do care~”

Resus shoved him. “Get off!”

“Actually, you’re on top of me, I should be telling you to get off…” Dixon’s grin broadened. “Or have you already?”

Resus screamed, giving Dixon one last harsh shove before scrambling off of him. He resisted the urge to kick him for good measure.

“Resus!”

Cleo’s cry drew Resus’ attention to the town square—NoName had regained his grip on Ottostein’s arm, Luke was still holding back the other arm, and Cleo had rewrapped her bandages around the creature’s midsection, and was using them to help hold it back.

“You all right, mate?” Luke grunted.

“Ugh… fine.” Resus shot a glare at Dixon, who was back on his feet and dusting himself off, a deceptively innocent—yet still smug—smile on his face. “Just peachy…”

“Then hurry up and cut the wires! We can’t hold it much longer!” Cleo yelled.

“Right!” Resus reached into his cloak. “C’mon, cloak, give me something that can cut…” He pulled out a sheet of paper. “Not a papercut! Gimme some scissors!” What he got was a pair of child’s safety scissors. “Come on, cloak, this is an emergency! Give me something that can do some damage!” He reached in again, this time pulling out a water pistol. “Seriously?!”

“Do you want me to try?”

“NO!” Resus snapped at Dixon. “I can do this! I don’t need you to get my cloak to work! I—”

“RESUS, LOOK OUT!”

Luke and Cleo’s shouts were the only warning he got before he felt the creature’s arm swipe him into a nearby wall. As he faded from consciousness, he heard a very familiar howl…

***

“Resus! Resus, are you all right?”

Resus reawakened to find Luella leaning over him, holding his hand with concern. A cursory glance told him he was lying on a cot in Everwell Emporium.

“Oh, thank goodness! You’re all right!”

Resus groaned and pushed himself into a semi-sitting position, letting go of Luella’s hands to rub his head. “Ugh… what happened…?”

“You were attacked by Otto’s monster.” Luella clenched her hands into fists. “Horrible thing… it got exactly what it deserved for trying to hurt you.”

The memories came flooding back to Resus, just in time for Luke and Cleo to run in.

“Resus!”

“You had us worried there!”

“Then I obviously look better than I feel.” Resus winced. “What happened with Ottostein?”

Cleo smirked. “Ottostein made a big mistake attacking you—Luke turned full wolf. After that, it was no match for us.”

Luke awkwardly rubbed his arm. “I don’t remember a lot… but Cleo told me she was able to finish bandaging up our not-so-little friend.”

“But how did you take him out?” Resus asked. “The cloak didn’t give me any wire cutters…”

“It… shorted out. It must’ve been all the rain…” Cleo frowned in contemplation. “I wish I knew more, but I was so focused on holding Ottostein still, and keeping an eye on Luke—”

“Sorry about that.”

“It’s no problem. I just… I wish I’d thought of that! But cutting the wires seemed more straightforward…”

“The important thing is, everything’s all right now!” Luke grinned. “And the best part is, Otto still has to patch up that monster-shaped hole in his wall!”

Resus stared at his friends for a long while, before snapping out of it and plastering a smile on his face. “Oh! That… that’s great!”

“We should probably tell your parents you’re up, they’ve been worried sick. Come on, Luke!” Cleo grabbed Luke’s arm and pulled him out of the room, Luella following after one last glance back at Resus, who hung his head once everyone left.

“You didn’t need me at all…”

#scream street #resus negative #dixon sneer #cleo farr #luke watson #luella everwell #dr. skully #otto sneer #noname #farp #batshift #my fics #who likes gherkins?

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seven-tenwrites · 7 years

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Could I request Joshua and 83 from the "Ways to Say I Love You" list? thank you baabbbeeee 💕💕💕

Joshua : “Stay there. I’m coming to get you.”

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Type: Fluff

Warnings: Mild alcohol usage, nothing major (basically reader’s drunk af) and do I smell slight college + friends to lovers au ????

Words: 991

“You went to the party, didn’t you?” Your best friend sighed on the other line, and you could hear him grunt softly as he heaved himself up, probably out of bed at this hour.

A pang of guilt cut through the alcohol-induced haze in your mind, your heart dropping slightly. “I’m sorry, Joshie, I just meant to stop by to say hi…I mean, I was invited, after all, it’s only polite, but I kinda…uh…” You stumbled down the steps outside of the house, where music was still blaring, and upon hearing the faintly familiar beat, you started humming (albeit out of tune), effectively getting distracted from your train of thought.

“You kinda what?” Joshua asked, concern in his tone, as you heard more shuffling from his end.

You continued shakily down the steps, trying your best to sway to the beat of the music and simultaneously keep your balance. “I dunno, I can’t really remember…hmm…Oh! I had a few drinks, I think.”

Joshua sighed again. “Uh huh, I can tell.”

“Everyone’s really nice. It’s great. They even have a professional bartender and everything, and it’s all really great,” you rambled on, adjusting the phone to your ear.

“I knew this was gonna happen, I should’ve just come with,” you heard him mumble, most likely to himself. You faintly registered a car door close, though you didn’t take the time to figure out whether it was coming from your end or his.

“Yeah, why didn’t you?”

“We both have very different ideas of what ‘fun’ is, babe.” His voice sounded further away than before.

“No, I think it’s just because you’re no fun. No F. U. N.”

“Yep, maybe,” he replied, and you could hear the smile in his voice. “Now just stay there, I’m coming to get you.”

You giggled, plopping down on the last step obediently. “Okay, Joshie.” You made a soft 'wow’ sound, in awe of him. “You know, you sound really manly right now, Joshie. Why don’t you have a girlfriend?”

You heard him chuckle, that gentle sound that always warmed you. He paused before answering, his voice so soft you barely heard him. “Maybe this is why.” Even in your state, you felt the wistfulness in his tone, and you frowned.

“I can go home on my own.” You stood abruptly, fighting the sudden dizziness and holding onto the stair railing beside you.

“What?! No, just sit tight, I’m almost there!”

“But I don’t want you to come anymore, it’s more important for you to get a girlfriend.”

To your surprise, Joshua let out a louder laugh, warm and rich, and even over the phone it was beautiful. “That’s not true. You’re more important than anything else to me. So please, just stay still, I’ll be there in a few minutes.”

For some reason you weren’t aware of, your alcohol-induced blush deepened at his words, and you sat back down in a daze. “Okay.” You paused, and heard another sigh, though you could tell this one was out of relief. “That’s not good, though, you know. We need to get you a date as soon as possible.”

“Sure, babe.”

“You’re so great, really, and I’m not just saying this as a best friend who loves you no matter what – you really, really are – they’ll be really lucky.” Without knowing why, tears started welling up in your eyes, and you swiped at them with your free hand as they started to fall across your cheeks.

Before you could even sniffle, Joshua had already figured you out. “Why are you crying?”

“I don’t – I don’t know,” you hiccupped. “You’re just - the best and – and I want to be them.”

“You want to be who?”

“Your – your future date,” you admitted unwittingly.

There was a long pause, during which your tears finally ceased, and you blinked your eyes clear, though your mind still wasn’t caught up all the way on what you’d been saying.

“Do you mean that?” You heard a few moments later, just as a car – one you recognized immediately from the countless rides you’d taken in it – parked in front of you. It was dark, but the streetlamps illuminated just enough of his face, giving him a soft, lovely glow even through the car windows.

“Yes ??” You answered, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. You paused to meet his eyes. “I love you a lot, Joshie. And I like when you call me 'babe’. It sounds reeeaaally nice when you say it.”

Joshua smiled, and your heart skipped a beat. “I love you a lot, too. And I like when you call me 'Joshie’.”

“That’s a relief.” You giggled. “Can you come out now? I think I need you to help me up.”

He laughed again, warming you from the inside out. “Of course, babe.”

You hung up and stuffed your phone in your pocket, an undeniable grin plastered on your face as he made his way to you, unable to hide his own smile. “You really are the best, Joshie, and I really, really, love you..so much,” you murmured as he helped you up and walked you towards the car.

“I know, I love you, too,” he replied as he buckled you in to the passenger’s seat. He pressed his lips to your forehead before closing the door.

You smiled dreamily, watching him pass the front of the car and get in to the driver’s side.

You reached for his free hand as he started driving, lacing your fingers together. It felt familiar, something you’ve done several times in passing, yet different somehow, giving your heart a pleasant tinge.

“Does this mean you have a date now?”

His smile was wistful again, almost sad. “Maybe.” He gave your hand a squeeze, bringing your joined hands up to his lips to press a kiss to your knuckle. “I hope so.”

“Good.” You settled into your seat, feeling warm and satisfied, closing your suddenly heavy eyelids.

A/N: i still don’t know how to end things and also lov to torture people so here, you’ll never know if reader remembered once they sobered up :^)

anyway thanks for requesting this baaaabe (you’re so cute?? alkcjned

also, i’m so sorry for being inactive !! i’ll hopefully get back to writing more now, though i still can’t make promises :(( but thank you all so much for the requests so far, and all the support !! love u

P.S. i got to see the boys a few weeks ago and honestly it still doesn’t feel like it happened,,the HIGHLIGHT of my life,,no lie. hosh was sick at the time which broke my heart but i guess i’ll just have to see them AGAIN some day but with all of them smh thx for thwarting my plans of dying happy immediately after i see u all in person kwon soonyoung

#joshua #joshua hong #seventeen #svt scenarios #svt fluff #hong jisoo #joshua fluff #svt fanfic #joshua fanfic #joshua scenarios #joshua seventeen #my writing #prompt game #200 followers

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jjbaconsumedmysoul · 7 years

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Anasui x Reader: “I Think”

You were quite open about the fact that you didn't belong there at the Green Dolphin Street Jail, but didn't treat any of the others differently because of it. That was how you got to know Jolyne. You both were in a struggle to clear your name, to warm your freedom. You both could be a bit naïve at times, but you vowed that you would help each other through.

You had heard tell of Narciso Anasui long before you had ever met him. Jolyne constantly complained about him. She didn't seem to hate Anasui, but was exhausted of his constant attempts to talk to her, to touch her, to hug her. But he was, apparently helping her case, so she let it slide.

You almost pitied him, however. You knew what it was like to be desperately in love with someone who didn't love you back; you had your fair share of heartbreak over the years. But it was only till recently that you actually had the opportunity to meet him. It was lunch time, when Foo Fighters (an interesting name, you had to admit) began to complain.

“Dammit, I’m SOOO thirsty!”

“Well I’m sorry, I already drank all my water!” retorted Jolyne. You shrugged, apologetically, also having nothing to offer her.

“She has some water…” Foo Fighters slyly gestured to a woman behind you. Jolyne muttered something you couldn't quite hear just under her breath. Foo rolled her eyes, and Jolyne begrudgingly mumbled a quiet affirmation.

Suddenly, a string snaked from Jolyne’s, almost as if her finger was unwinding. A scream slipped out of your lips, but Jolyne’s reflexes were quick enough to cover your mouth before too much of the cafeteria noticed.

And that was how you learned about stands: that you could see them, that you had one of your own, and that there were more like you. And that was when the three of them, Jolyne, Foo Fighters and Hermès, finally decided to show you their hideout.

As soon as you walked into the room, you saw him. There were two men, both lounging by the piano. One of them was obviously the man you had heard described countless times. His long pink hair, his fishnet top. But one thing Jolyne hadn't mentioned: he was insanely attractive. Maybe it was because for the past several months you hadn't been around many men, but his eyelashes were long and beautiful, his lips were full and soft. If only you had such a man pining after you. He spoke, and you noticed his gentle but sultry voice. Wait what had he actually said?

“Huh?” You piped up.

“I said, who’s the new girl?” His cheeks were slightly red, most likely from Jolyne’s entrance into the room.

“I’m (y/n), and you must be Anasui.” You smiled, offering to shake his hand. However, he stood frozen. His face burning even brighter, he looked back and forth between you and Jolyne, a confused expression crossing his face. He didn't say much for the rest of your time there. You got to know the other man, Weather Report, and the boy, Emporio. They filled you in on Anasui’s background, however Anasui himself was surprisingly quiet. You left that day, excited to come back if time permitted.

“But, Jolyne,” You paused to think, “is he normally like that? When you described him… he just seemed so much more aggressive.”

“I'm not sure,” Jolyne mused, “Something may have happened today. But next time,” she scoffed “You’ll see what I mean.”

Weeks passed, and he remained relatively mute. You were wondering if something really did happen to change him, and then, you came to the room by yourself one day.

You had just needed some time to relax, and laid on the comfy sofa, only to feel movement beside you. You flinched out of fear, but noticed it was only Anasui. Catching your breath, you chuckled.

“Sorry, I didn't see you there.”

“(Y/n), I finally figured it out.” He grasped his hands tightly around yours, causing you to gasp at his strength. You looked at him alarmedly.

“I’m in love with you.” He smiled, almost excitedly, but you stared at him with confusion.

“What?!” You stuttered.

“I thought it was Jolyne. I was such an idiot. I idolised her, i worshipped her,” he stopped himself, shaking his head. “But as soon as I saw you. Your beauty and strength as you walked into this room, your charm, your innocence,” You almost chuckled at that last remark. “I don't want her, I want you.” You gasped at the thought of that last statement. You had no idea what to say. Anasui was certainly attractive and intriguing in his own fashion, but… you didn't know him.

“Anasui,” you started. He smiled and closed his eyes, hearing his name on your lips. You felt sorry for him, you had to admit. “Please understand what I'm about to say. I,” You paused, trying to formulate the words. “I would certainly be open to… something like that, but, I've only ever seen you sitting in the corner sulking. I don't know who you are, what you’re like.”

To your surprise, he nodded his head understandingly, but didn't let go of your hands. He continued to gaze into your eyes dreamily. You giggled, somewhat charmed but this idiot of a man.

“Oh,” he realised, releasing your hands after he had gripped them for such a long and awkward moment. He seemed somewhat embarrassed, but you two continued to talk for the next hour or so, and actually grew to like his assertive nature.

However you were worried something would happen to ruin it. You had no idea how you could even compare to Jolyne in terms of beauty or brains or brawn. He continued to shower you with compliments, gifts and whatever else he could sneak past the guards. Whenever you had any opportunity to interact with the male prisoners, he was there. It was adorable how he would protect you from any single threat, no matter how small (once he freaked out when Hermès stepped on your toe), but he knew how to back off when you told him it was too much. Maybe you really could learn to love him…

Jolyne was ecstatic, of course, to have him off her back. She made almost every effort possible to let you spend time together. Hermès paid no attention, but Foo Fighters thought the act of courtship was extremely interesting.

Once he actually invited you to eat dinner with him. You weren’t quite sure how it would work out, slipping out on cafeteria dinner, sneaking food into Emporio’s room. But he said he would take care of it all.

You wanted to look good for him, so you wore your best (and only dress), as well a as a bit of makeup. You couldn't tell why you were so nervous, he had always thought that you were beautiful before. But this time you really needed to impress.

Quietly, you slipped into the room. You were several minutes early, and didn't think it would make a difference, however, you found Anasui scrambling to set the table. It was the cutest thing you'd ever seen!

You silently watched as he laid out an elegant cloth and placed two ornate plates on its surface. He grabbed the forks and knifes, struggling for a moment to figure out which utensils went on which side. Goodness, had he brought those two chairs into the room himself?

You noticed that the rest of the chamber had been decorated as well. Candles everywhere lit the room with a dim glow. Vases of roses were scattered, and a large bouquet sat on the couch. You couldn't help but smile: you had know that he was infatuated with you, but hadn't imagined him going to such lengths.

Suddenly, he noticed you, and panicked.

“(Y/n),” He jumped up to reach for the bouquet, presenting it to you with a flourish.

“Thank you so much, Anasui.” He always smiled when you said his name, and you had grown to love that smile.

“You look…” he paused, taking in a deep breath, a blush rising to his cheeks. You looked down abashedly. “You are absolutely stunning,” Your heart had always leapt when he said that, even when you hadn't know him as well.

“Please have a seat,” he seemed rushed, but sincere, as he ran over to pull out a chair for you. You giggled at this display of courtesy. He made his way to one of the shelves, on which rested your dinner. It was beautiful! You had absolutely no idea what it was, but it was almost rainbow in color and artistically set on the plate, almost like food you had seen in fancy restaurants but never tasted before. He even offered you a glass of expensive wine, of which you only sipped a little.

The meal was such a wonderful relief after months of terrible cafeteria food. You two chatted and laughed, taking your time with the dinner. Finally, you asked:

“Where did you get all of this? How did you have the money–” he cut you off.

“I didn't steal, if that's what you're asking. I made sure to acquire everything without using violence.” You smiled that he had done such a thing for you, “Though, okay, one of them deserved it.” unexpected to him, you giggled. You were flattered that he would avoid unnecessary aggression for your sake, but you still wanted him to be himself, and, honestly the thought of him beating up convicted criminals on your behalf was somewhat amusing.

You both finished dinner, and he whisked away the plates, inviting you to sit on the couch. He let you over, sitting down with you, and asking permission to drape his arm over your shoulder.

“If i had my way,” he mused, “I would sit with you out on the balcony, gazing at the stars…” he trailed off. “I’m sorry we couldn't meet under better circumstances.”

“What do you mean, Anasui?” He sighed.

“I’m not proud of what I’ve done. And I can't forgive what they’ve done to you,” his fist clenched. “You don't deserve to be here, (y/n).” You reached to stroke the hand that rested on your shoulder.

“I've accepted what happened to me. I won't give up trying to escape my fate, but I understand that people make mistakes. That’s why you're in here. You made a mistake.” You paused, turning your face to his. He seemed to be gazing off into the distance, and murmured something you couldn't quite hear. You leaned in.

“What did you say?”

“Thank you.” You fingers stopped stroking his as you registered these words.

“For what?” He turned to look at you.

“Even if I can never have your love, at least I have your friendship. Thank you for accepting my feelings and not treating me any differently because of it,” You heart began to quicken, and your cheeks grew hot.

“I never said,” You faltered, searching for the right words. “Anasui,” you chuckled. “I’m not sure if you know how feelings work.” He seemed a bit taken aback.

“(Y/n), I know I love you.”

“I’m not saying that you don't. I'm just saying,” you paused, “Most people don't fall in love at first sight. If you believe that you did, and you still love me, then...” you look down, “Well, then that's wonderful.” You couldn't believe the sappy crap that was spewing out of your mouth, but you continued. “Because most people take time to get to know someone… To fall in love…” Finally, you just looked down and shook your head. “I'm sorry, I sound so stupid.”

“No,” he tilted your chin to look into his eyes, while your breath caught I your throat. “Do you,” he began to ask hesitantly, “Do you love me?” You sat silent.

Did you love him? How do you know if you love someone? You did know this: You enjoyed being around Anasui, you wanted to keep warm in his embrace, you wanted… You wanted so much more from him.

Slowly, you shifted, your lips nearing his.

“I think,” you whispered, your stomach twisting in knots of anticipation. “I think I do,” He didn't move a muscle, though you could see a hint of surprise and satisfaction in his eyes. It seemed that he was scared to do anything that would cause you to change your mind.

Gently, you leaned towards him. The second your lips met his, you felt your heart leap. He was letting you take the lead, as you softly tangled your fingers through his long hair, and your hand rested on his thigh. His moan was barely noticeable, but it urged you on, pulling his lips closer. You felt one hand on your hip, the other resting on your cheek. To your dismay, however, he gradually broke the kiss.

“A-Are you sure?” His voice was hesitant. You chuckled, shaking your head at what you were about to say.

“This is the only thing I am sure about.” You crawled over onto his lap, pressing your palms to his chest and leaning him forward. His hands fell back to support him as you kissed his flawless lips.

You were entirely overwhelmed by this feeling of desire, this feeling of belonging. There was someone who loved you in this world, someone who wanted you. He was kind and caring and handsome. And you actually accepted his love.

Your fluttering in your stomach intensified, and your entire body grew heated as you pecked at his lips. He slowly eased himself to lie down on the couch, and you rested on top of him, easing your fingers across his chest. He moaned softly at your touch, reaching his hands to grasp at your hair. His fingers massaged your scalp, and you shivered with pleasure. Slowly, the kisses grew more passionate. Your lips parted as you fiddled with his strange mesh top, desperate to get to the skin beneath. His tongue slipped out of your mouth to lick your lips hungrily, hands running down your back.

But he paused, allowing you to catch your breath. Just as you prepared to attack his lips for a third time, he held you back, and you let out a slight whimper.

“I told you,” you whispered, “I’m sure.” He caressed your cheek, lovingly inspecting your eyes, your lips, your hair.

“I don’t want to rush, (y/n). You know how much I want this, but we’re not ready,”

His chivalry made your stomach flutter. You had never expected to find such a man in a place such as this. You wanted so badly to run your hands over his bare chest, to kiss his lips, his neck; but he wanted to keep the love, to keep the romance.

He gently tugged you to the couch, implying that he wanted you lay down next to him. You rested your head on his chest, comforted by the steady rise and fall. His lips softly pressed to your head as you snuggled into his warmth. His fingers continued to fiddle with your hair as you gradually drifted off to sleep

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