#I wanted to finish the love shot suits for Valentine’s Day but I fear it might be too late now🥹🥹

[xiuminuwu]

#wip #making some new and improved t-shirts #this one is going to take some time but I wanted to show it anyway #I wanted to finish the love shot suits for Valentine’s Day but I fear it might be too late now🥹🥹

[riddle-me-ri]

Jonathan Crane/Scarecrow x Reader - Haunted Past, Haunting the Present

What happens when on an ordinary Halloween night with your beloved rogue…an old possessive and aggressive flame comes back to haunt you and your new partner?

A/N: so believe it or not this idea is based on an old original Halloween story I’ve been working on and off with for the past three years rip, and I decided to try and do this one shot with just Scarecrow cause it’s his holiday lol and I wanted to practice writing for him more. This is still just my general version for now, a strange concoction of BTAS and Happy Halloween Scooby Doo! cause I adore those two. And I do have a drawing with him planned out, but not sure if I’ll have the energy to finish it in time for Halloween rip

HAPPY HALLOWEEN! Have fun but PLEASE stay safe while doing so!!

Trigger Warnings: mentions of an abusive past relationship, stalking, violence, and some language. Please if any of this may seem slightly triggering to you, please avoid! I do plan to write an alternative less triggering version of this story soon! Just hang tight!

Word Count: 2.0 k

Needless to say Halloween was you and Jonathan's holiday. Most couples went all out on Valentine's Day or Christmas, but not you two. 

Your house was filled with hay bales, fake cobwebs, various jack-o-lanterns all over, and skeletons on the front porch swing. 

The whole nine yards. 

You still giggled at the little almost life sized scarecrow figure you found that stood at the bottom of your doorsteps. It took a minute for Jonathan to roll his eyes back into his eye sockets, but you could tell he grew fond of it, eventually. 

Every night you two cuddled up and watched horror movies. You never got enough of Jonathan's smartass commentary, or how he'd go out of his way to be the one to scare you next. 

The following days, the two of you tried to restrain yourselves from adding more décor both inside and outside your home. As hard as it was at first, Jonathan found it easier to not pull any Scarecrow like antics when he found himself genuinely enjoying the festivities with you.  

As thrilling as it was to watch and test others' fears and tolerances against it…it didn't compare to the warm swelling in his chest when he heard you laugh or squeal whenever he spooked you around the house. 

While he's Fear Incarnate, you love and trust him enough to cling to him when you are at your most frightened. 

Much like tonight. 

It was finally Halloween night. 

You were dressed up and handing candy out to the kids. Meanwhile, Jonathan was mirroring his scarecrow twin on the other side of the steps. Every now and then he'd jump out and scare a group of kids, or he would tap a child on the shoulder and return back to his post like nothing happened. 

It was hard to keep a straight face whenever he heard you giggle or when you cheered him on. 

"Good job, Jonny!"

"Damn, Jonny, you scared me and I knew you were there!"

"I think you're having too much fun there, Mr. Crane." 

Jonathan bloomed with pride. This night couldn't get any better. 

It didn't. 

As the number of children started to dwindle, Jonathan decided it was time to pack up the suit for tonight. He hopped off his post but not before regarding his other partner in crime. 

"Good work tonight, my friend." He patted the hay stuffed shoulder of the fake scarecrow before heading inside. 

When he first walked in he headed toward the left where the kitchen was. He removed his hat and mask and took a refreshing breath of air. 

"Gotcha!" You jumped out and wrapped your arms around Jonathan's waist. He may deny it all he wants but you felt that sharp intake of breath he took. 

Jonathan did jump a little bit from the shock, but he immediately relaxed into your embrace, chuckling. "Seems you finally got me." 

You squeezed him with your arms. "I've always got you, but I will scare you properly one of these days! Mark my words, Jonathan Crane!" You kissed his cheek before releasing him from your arms. 

"Where are you going?" Jonathan watched as you headed outside. 

"I forgot to grab the mail." You were already out of your costume and in a Gotham University hoodie of Jonathan's and some sweatpants. 

"Darling, it's really late. I'm sure that can wait…"

"Jonny, I'll be fine." You assured. "Besides, I need you to hop in the shower…" You hummed. 

"Um, why?" He quirked his eyebrow. 

"So I can come in and join you." You winked at him, before turning the doorknob to head outside. 

Jonathan nearly tripped going up the flight of stairs as fast as possible to the bathroom.

~~~~~~~~

You were snickering to yourself as you were pretty sure Jon missed a step or two running up the stairs. 

The night was still, the fog had gotten denser. If not for the decorations and littered candy wrappers all over. You wouldn't think it was Halloween. 

You shivered, the hairs on the back of your neck stood up. It was quiet, the whistle of a soft breeze being all you heard. 

You made it to your mailbox at the other side of the sidewalk and found yourself quickly shuffling the envelopes into your arm. The squeak of the old rusted metal door to your mailbox seemed to echo down to the end of the street. 

When your feet pressed down on the wood of your footsteps you felt much safer. 

Until you felt a rough hand land on your shoulder. You knew it wasn't Jonny's, this hand was cold and calloused. 

You jumped out of your skin, falling on the steps. and dropped all the envelopes to the ground. 

"Whoa, whoa, take it easy it's just me, baby.."

"What the fuck are you doing here?!" 

You couldn't tell if you were frightened or enraged. How? What? When? Why? 

What the hell is your ex partner doing here? 

"Hey, is that anyway to treat your significant other? You really thought you got away, huh?" They asked. They held their hand out for you to take. 

"Get the fuck away from me! We're not together anymore!" 

"Aww, that's cute, that's real cute, baby. But it's okay, there's no hard feelings." They reached out and grabbed your wrist and started pulling you towards them. 

"LET GO OF ME! LET GO!" You immediately went into fight mode as you scratched and yanked your hand away from theirs and scrambled to the door. 

You could hear their feet stomping up the steps behind you. You slammed the door shut, quickly trying to lock up the door with all the locks. 

It didn't take long for your ex to start beating down the door. Calling you out, cursing you out, threatening you. 

"JONATHAN!" You began running up the stairs and headed to the bathroom. 

"Y/N? Darling, what's wrong?" Jonathan was already running down the stairs and met you halfway. He was wearing a plain shirt and boxers, he had yet to get into the shower, waiting for you.

"I-It..I-I don't even know HOW b-but…"

All his years of studying and being enthralled by the fear in people's eyes. 

He loathed this. 

He didn't ever want to see that level of fear in your eyes. He didn't want to see you quivering, whimpering, crying. 

"Y/N…Y/N, darling breathe please…please breathe. You're okay. I'm here, you're safe, sweetheart." He began walking you the rest of the way up the stairs and to your bedroom. 

"I-it's my ex…I-I don't even know how they found me…Jonathan I'm so sorry.."

"Is. Is this the ex you told me about? Who hurt you?" He asked sternly, as he set you down on the edge of the bed. 

All you could muster was a nod. "I-Im so sorry, Jon I have no idea how-"

"This isn't your fault, darl-" 

CRACK

You screamed and Jonathan's blood ran cold. A medium sized rock had been thrown through your bedroom window. 

"J-jonathan…I-I'm scared."

Jon's eyes widened. Any other time someone told him that he'd be grinning with pride, elated to achieve this terror. 

Now that it wasn't him causing it, but it was happening from an outside factor towards someone he cared more than anyone or anything in the world. 

Jonathan saw red. 

"I know, my love." He held you in his arms, rubbing his hands up and down your back. He kissed your cheek and your forehead. "Stay here, lock the door behind me. And no matter what you hear, stay here. Understand?" 

"B-but Jonathan…"

"I would say call the police but I don't trust the GCPD as far as I can throw them." 

"Jonathan, w-what are you going to do?" 

Jonathan looked over his shoulder at you as he opened the door to leave your shared bedroom. You were still shaking in the fetal position on the bed. 

"I'm going to show them true terror." 

~~~~~

"Y/N!!! Don't make me throw another damn rock! You can't hide from me forever!" You ex hollered to the new hole in your bedroom window.

"Come on, you stupid bitch! How long did you think you could stay away from me?! You can't fucking live without me!" 

"I beg to differ…"

"Hey whoa!" They jumped back and looked behind them. They started chuckling. 

"Really? You're gonna try and scare me, Y/N? Please, I thought you were more mature than that." 

They opened their mouth to say some more degrading things, but the words were caught in his throat. Almost quite literally by the scythe to their throat. 

"Trust me…you know nothing about true fear…" The Scarecrow growled into your ex partner's ear. 

"Hey, hey, who the hell are you? Cut this shit out, man! This ain't got nothin' to do with you!" 

Scarecrow brought the blade closer to their skin. "Oh, but it does…and as to my identity…" 

Scarecrow swiped his other hand up to the other side of the ex partner's neck and injected them with his signature fear elixir straight into their jugular. 

"I'm your worst nightmare…" 

~~~~~~

You were pacing back and forth upstairs. Constantly looking through the hole in your window, but due to the fog you barely made out the two figures outside your home. You couldn't tell who made it out, but you were hoping Jon was okay. 

You had no doubt Jon took on his Scarecrow persona to encounter your ex, and you couldn't deny the satisfaction it brought. Knowing that your ex was finally feeling the fear they instilled in you for so long all that time ago. 

Some time had passed, almost an hour or two, the fog had cleared some but you didn't see either your ex or Jon outside. Just when you were about to head outside…

You heard the door to the bedroom open. 

To anyone else if they saw a tall lanky scarecrow with a burlap mask in their room they would be screeching in fright. 

For you, though, you immediately ran into his arms, letting out tears of relief. 

"You're okay, I'm so glad you're okay…" You sniffled, as you rubbed your face into his chest. 

"Of course I am, my love. Why wouldn't I be? Surely you didn't doubt me?" Jon teased as he slipped the mask off and tossed it to the floor. 

"No, no I just…I tried to look, but I couldn't see what was going on…" You explained. "A-and you were both gone." 

Jon shushed you softly, he began rubbing your back like he did before. Squeezing and holding you tight. "I'm here now, it's okay, they're gone…" 

For a second you think to ask him where he took them, but you didn't want to know. If Jon said they're gone, then they're gone.

Good riddance. 

"Thank you, Jonny…" You whispered. 

"Anything for you, my love." He kissed the crown of your head.

You squeezed your arms back around him, not wanting to let him go. Sensing this, Jon lifted you up off your feet. You let out a fit of squeals and giggles as you cling to him for dear life. 

He lightly tossed you onto the bed, as you giggled and got comfortable under the quilt and sheets. Jonathan began slipping out of the rest of his costume. Going back to his plain shirt and boxer shorts. 

When he looked back to you, he couldn't help but chuckle as you reached out for him with adorable grabby hands. 

He pulled the covers back and as soon as his body made contact with the mattress you immediately entangled your limbs with his. 

You wrapped your arm around his abdomen and your legs wrapped around one of his long ones. "Took you long enough." You muttered, as you laid your head on his chest. 

Jonathan chuckled some more as he began placing his arms where they belonged around you. You resonated in his touch; warm and loving.

You propped your head up for a minute and stared into his soft brown eyes. You leaned in and gave him a sweet kiss on the lips

"I love you, my scarecrow…" You whispered almost breathlessly, you laid your head back down and started to doze off. 

Jon kissed the top of your head. "And I love you, my sweet raven."

#ahaha I liked this at 4 am this morning #now posting it..ahhh...kinda unsure #rip #hope you guys like it though! #jonathan crane x reader #the scarecrow x reader #dc the scarecrow x reader #ri writes #happy halloween!! #have fun and be safe #love you guyss

[its-deputy-caleb]

Micah Bell - Partners in Crime and in Love Pt.1

YES i know there’s 58 requests sitting in my inbox for re8 HOWEVER red dead is my comfort game and i needed to write this verbal mess down. I’ve been thinking of writing a micah fic for weeks now and i finally did it bc as much as i love re8 red dead is my fav and always will be. this is so self indulgent i swear.

for anyone that actually reads this the reader is pretty gn but does lean towards fem this time and i’ll be doing a part 2 for sure bc i love the rat man.

part 2 is now here

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Today was finally the day. The day for the big bank job that Dutch insisted was the right move for the gang. This was despite numerous doubts from Hosea and various other camp members that robbing a bank in broad daylight in the state’s largest city was a risk the gang couldn’t afford to make right now.

The whole morning there had been a sour feeling in your gut, a tiny voice shouting in the back of your mind that something wasn’t right. It wasn’t like you to get nervous on a job, in fact you recently robbed the Valentine bank with Bill on his job. Originally you weren’t interested in going, happy to let Karen go on her own with the guys but Bill insisted you go as you were one of the best gunslingers the gang had.

Robbing and killing came naturally to you and being outlawed in six states had never bothered you during your time as an outlaw. That’s why it was almost impossible for you to ignore the sick feeling in your stomach that was slowly building.

Making your way over to Micah, you see him sitting on a wooden crate cleaning his guns for the inevitable shootout that comes with bank jobs. Taking a seat next to him, Micah doesn’t need to ask you how you are; he can practically see how restless and agitated you look.

That’s the thing about your relationship with Micah, you understood each other (especially in public) and didn’t need grand public displays of affection to know exactly what the other needed in that moment.

The camp mostly stayed clear of your relationship, I mean you were probably two of the camp’s biggest troublemakers and risk takers when it came to planning jobs and robbing folk. Both of you had a shot quicker than lightening and could practically shoot your way out of any situation you found yourselves in. But regardless of how ruthless anyone thought you two were, you always had each other’s backs and wouldn’t stop to think about saving the other.

One night after a successful train job Dutch decided to hold a camp celebration. It was a mostly quiet night for you, having not decided to party with your companions despite Sean, Charles and Javier all offering for you to join in. Instead you decided to spend the mostly quiet night with Micah sharing a bottle of whiskey and splitting your share of the earnings. After each job you always had a bet with Micah over who could shoot the highest number of lawman. It was a bet the two of you had with each other just to cause more mischief and it always brought a smile to your face when Micah would lose and sulk about it for the rest of the afternoon

At one point during the night Bill strolled over to you while Micah went to get another bottle of whiskey. He was nice and polite despite the smell of beer coming from his breath, maybe even a little flirtatious and all was well until he asked the question ‘Why is you with a rat like him when you could be with someone as charming as me?’. Bill ended up with a face full of dirt and a broken nose, not to mention a killer hangover.

So yeah, the gang tended to leave you and Micah alone…

Micah’s knee lightly brushing against your own brings your thoughts back to reality. He’s stopped cleaning his guns and is looking at you with soft eyes and a gentle smile, the one that’s only reserved for you.

Despite being a hardened outlaw that has known nothing but chaos and the open road for most of your life. The gang has observed from afar your softer sides, whether it be the time you both fell asleep next to each other by the campfire or getting shit scared when the other has been shot and the rest of the night is spent with soft kisses and bandage wrapping.

Micah holsters his revolver and gently takes your hand in his.

“Sweetheart we’re gonna be fine, ain’t nothing gonna go wrong, now common let’s go get dressed for such a special occasion.”

~

Everyone is just starting to get into their fancy attire for the job when you and Micah are already packing your saddles and getting ready. You’re wearing matching white suits with a red shirt only yours is tailored to show off your figure a lot more and your plunge top and corset doesn’t leave much to the imagination but hey, if you’re gonna go out it’s gonna be in style.

As Micah finishes tightening up Baylock’s saddle you lean forward and hold his wrist in your hand. Your thumb gently brushes the soft skin there, trying to hide the nerves that have been slowly eating away at you all day.

“I don’t like this Micah, somethings gonna go wrong I can feel it…”

Micah’s never been great with emotions but you’ve known him long enough to know how he comforts you. The arm that’s caught in your grasp turns and brings you forward into a hug, his chin resting on your head as you hold him tightly against you.

“Ain’t nothin gonna happen to us, just think of it as another bank job.”

You nod and hold him closer, a rare event for such a public place where anyone could walk by but neither of you really cared at that moment. You press your face into his shoulder, trying to shake off your uneasiness.

“You better not die on me now Bell, you still owe me that new holster for beating you in five finger fillet.”

~

Fuck did the bank job go wrong. Horribly wrong. From the moment you got off your horses and stepped foot in that bank it all turned to hell.

Bullets where flying everywhere, there were civilians screaming in terror trying not to get caught in the crossfire, glass was being shattered by dynamite and Dutch was trying to formulate a plan while in shock of losing his dear Hosea.

A bullet whizzed past your head and you took out another Pinkerton. It was chaos. Every time you managed to bring down the line of Pinkertons another carriage full of them would arrive with the Saint Denis Police.

You couldn’t see Micah anywhere, but each time you tried to look for him your attention was dragged back to the action in front of you and the numerous Pinkertons shooting at you.

Arthur had snuck onto the roof at some point and some of the other members where making their way towards the rooftop as well. You were about to make a bolt towards Dutch and Javier on the ladder when Charles stopped you with a hand on your shoulder.

“Go that way, we’re the diversion! Karen and Sadie are a waiting near the alleyway of the tavern, we’ll meet you back at camp in a few hours, GO!”

Charles pushes you down the alley way and climbs up the ladder to catch up to the others. You would’ve protested but your body is running on adrenaline so you didn’t think as you snuck your way out of safety.

~

Micah was furious that Charles had sent you off on your own to find your way back, if it wasn’t for the fact that the five of them where hiding from the law in a rundown city apartment he probably would have argued with him for hours.

But deep down he knew it was the right thing to do. He knew that you’d be 100 times safer away from this chaos then if you were here with him, even if you could handle yourself.

For hours they sat in that little room, Dutch formulating a plan on how to get out of here while Micah tried not to worry about whether you made it home safe. Now he understood that sick feeling of worry in your stomach, he only ever got it when he worried about you.

By nightfall Dutch had somewhat of a plan to escape via the docks, sneak out onto a ship that would take them somewhere and it hit Micah in that moment that it would be some time before he saw you again…

The guards where everywhere, the entire city on high alert after the bank and Charles ended up running so everyone could make it onto a boat. As Dutch attempted to negotiate with the captain for a cabin, Micah lit a cigarette from his blazer pocket, trying to take his first deep breath of the night.

“We were fools for thinking we could pull off the bank…”

Arthur rests against the crates, fatigue clear in his eyes but willing himself to stay awake. Micah however didn’t want to sit and talk about what could have happened and what actually did, he had a headache already and certainly didn’t need a lecture from Arthur for another reckless decision he helped create.

“Whatever you say Morgan.”

Sighing defeatedly, Micah flicks his cigarette bud over the side and into the water below, making his way to go sit on the other side of the crates where he can think.

~

Back at camp you pace around the halls of Shady Belle, the floorboards creaking under the weight of your boots.

“Fuck this I’m going to find them-“

Before you make it out the front door however Miss Grimshaw blocks your exits.

“You’re not going anywhere anytime soon. The Pinkertons are everywhere looking for us. Now I know you want your precious Mr. Bell back but you’re just going to have to wait out the next few hours until he returns with the rest.”

You decide to ignore the slight condescending tone of Susan as you see a rider approaching into camp. Your hand is on your holster, everyone who’s left joining you to crowd around the man slowly coming closer. Everyone is relieved to see its Charles, but only slightly. He’s alone and a horrible feeling of fear washes over you.

“Charles… Where is everyone… Where’s Micah?”

#micah bell #micah bell imagine #micah bell x reader #i missed the rat man sm #it’s actually unbelieveable how badly i’ve missed writing for him #soft and angsty rat #soft rat 🥺🥺🥺 #red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 headcanons #rdr2 writing #red dead redemption fanfiction #this is rushed and unedited #van der linde gang

[rosierin]

Shinsuke de Hyōgo

this was initially supposed to be for valentine's day- whoops—

a cyrano de bergerac inspired one-shot featuring an oblivious kita, chaotic miya twins and a wheezing suna.

paring: kita x fem!reader

genre: honestly crack, but with a romantic ending

word count: 3.9k

It was a pleasant summer day to be sat in the park. Evening had fallen, the air was sweet, complete silence surrounded them; all the ideal factors conducive to a perfect confession. And what better way to do it then while watching the sunset after a classic date at a high end restaurant.

Kita and (y/n) had known each other since middle school and had been friends from pretty much day one. 

It was the sort of friendship that had started thanks to proximity; they lived nearby, shared a class, and continued because of their complimentary personalities. Kita had always been the more reserved type, so (y/n)'s outgoing personality had been a refreshing add-on to his life. It wasn't the same type of outgoing as the older Miya twin either; unlike him she knew of things such as discretion and respect of one's personal boundaries. She knew how to make him smile and her presence had always given him a sense of security and peace that only resonated within her. It was only a matter of time until he began developing feelings for her and as soon as their last year of high school came about, that's when he finally built up the courage to ask her out

Tonight however was different. He wanted to take the next step further, for through years of accumulated infatuation, Kita had never been surer about his feelings for (y/n). He knew it was more than just a crush, more than any old, fleeting feeling one could experience such as a romance built over summer. Rather, what Kita felt he knew was real and tonight was the night he would put those feelings into words.

"(Y/n)." Years of yearning to say everything he'd kept hidden, ready to be told at last.

"Hm?" She turned her head, shifting her gaze from the golden sun and focusing on Kita, a smile on her face.

He took a deep breath.

"I love you."

Silence.

For some reason, his words seemed to hang heavy on the warm summer breeze and all of a sudden, the setting no longer felt so comfortable. In fact, Kita began to feel the exact opposite. Did silences after a confession always take this long? And was it just him, a trick of the light or was she... Frowning?

He pursed his lips. That's it, he'd done something wrong. Was it the tone of his voice? Had he came off as too authoritative? Or cold? His aloofness had never seemed to bother her beforehand though... Gosh. He couldn't remember the last time his hands felt this clammy. Not even his first volleyball game had made this anxious. He swallowed down his dry throat. Patience, Kita. Patience. Good things come to those who wait, his grandma always said. Perhaps she had just gotten shy.

"Oh-"

Oh? Was.. Was that all? 

A million and one questions rushed through his head at her response, or rather lack of. No mind Kita, just move onto a different subject, he told himself.

He cleared his throat and hastily tried stringing a coherent sentence together in his head, rushing to kill the oppressing silence, and admittedly, it took him a fair amount of willpower not to stumble over his own words.

"I- erm. Would ya like to do this again next week?"

He didn't miss the way she bit her lip at his question, that simple act alone being enough to make his heart sink. 

"Oh!" She exclaimed, somewhat regaining a bit more liveliness to her demeanor. But Kita had known her long enough to tell that there was a lack of sincerity behind that smile; it was the kind she pulled when Atsumu had told her a joke but was too polite to tell him it was terrible. "Erm, well, I'll have to let you know about that. You know, with homework and whatnot," she chuckled dryly. "You know how it can be." 

"Of course," Kita nodded, politely and as naturally as he could be without looking like he was about to melt through the bars of the wooden bench. "I understand if yer busy."

"Yep! Gotta keep them grades up."

"Mhmm." 

"...."

Another silence filled the air, save for the occasional cricket chirping in the distance. It lasted for a good three minutes, until (y/n) suddenly got up and turned towards the still sitting Kita. 

"Well, thank you for this evening, Shin. I think I'm gonna head home for now, it's getting a bit late. Wouldn't want my mum to worry, y'know?"

Then, he stood up and wiped his sweaty hands on his slacks. "Yeah, no, it's no problem." He offered a tiny smile as (y/n) leaned in to lightly peck his cheek. 

"Goodnight," she smiled.

A nod. Then, she was gone. 

"G'night."

Yep. Something had definitely gone wrong.

˚。⋆.˚。⋆.˚。⋆.

The next day, Kita went to tell everything to his team. He had debated for a long time whether or not it was a good idea, but the way the whole exchange had went in addition to the image of (y/n)'s scrunched up features and uneasiness had kept him up at night. He needed to know what the problem was, that or he feared he wouldn't be able to focus at all for the next... Well, that was exactly the problem— he didn't know when or how he would be able to function if he didn't get any answers. And admittedly, he knew the twins would have more experience in the relationship department than he did— not that that was very difficult since (y/n) had been his first love— but whatever the case may be, unfortunately they were his only hope.

"Well? How'd ya date go?" Asked Atsumu as he finished setting the ball to his twin brother.

"About that. I think I messed it up." 

A loud bang followed Kita's words in result of Osamu's powerful spike. 

"Why, what happened?" He asked. "Ya didn't make her pay the bill for ya, did ya?"

"No, I paid," Kita said, shaking his head. "I said 'I love you.'"

At this, both twins put their practice on hold to glance at each other. Atsumu propped the ball under his arm and raised a questioning brow at his captain.

"Is that it?"

"Well...yeah."

Osamu's expression mimicked his brothers; a mix between confusion and apprehension.

"Well, what didja say beforehand?" He then asked. Kita blinked. This time, it was his turn to feel confused. 

"Nothin'. That's all I said." 

An awkward silence settled between the three teammates as they shared a round of dumbfounded looks. Even Suna who was busy practicing his serves further down the court had stopped to listen in on the conversation.

"Ya mean ta' say ya confessed to her outta the blue?" Atsumu asked, his lip twitching upward. Now at this point, Kita was truly at a loss. Were the twins implying that he had done it wrong?

"Ain't that what girls wanna hear?"

A splutter echoed somewhere down the court— Suna. He was clutching his sides and laughing openly before shaking his head and serving the ball on the other side of the court and for some reason, Kita felt like his cheeks had grown very warm.

"Well I mean- yeah, but there's a whole process to it! Ya don't just blurt out 'I love ya' 'cause ya feel like it. It's the buildup she's waitin' for," Atsumu explained through a lazy grin.

"But it wasn't just 'cause I felt like it," Kita argued, somewhat perplexed. "I meant it- And we've known each other for years."

"I know, but still. I'm sure she was expectin' somethin' a little more than just three words, ya know? I mean it's as ya said, you've known eachother since middle school! By now she probably expects a full novel from ya!" 

"A full novel?" Kita echoed. Well that seemed like overkill.

"Maybe not that much," Osamu stepped in, "but 'Tsumu's right. I think ya left her feelin' a little underwhelmed."

His captain pondered over his words.

Underwhelmed? Really? But what more could she want? His words were precise, sincere, meaningful. Granted they were only three words, but how else could he possibly express his feelings for (y/n) when that's all he could think to say? He knew other words than love: adore, cherish, admire... But wouldn't it have been the same if he'd used one of those words instead? They all meant more or less the same thing.

"So what am I supposed to do?" 

At that, the twins exchanged a look, and Kita could've sworn he saw both of them surpress a smirk as they held their silent conversation. However before Kita could question, Atsumu piped up.

"We'll gladly help ya with yer romance problems cap'n. But on one condition," he started. Kita raised his brow expectedly. 

"We're off cleanin' duties for three months if ya succeed in wooin' yer lady," Osamu finished, the mischivous glint in his eyes reflecting that of his older twins'. One tended to forget just how cunning Osamu is seeing as it was usually Atsumu who got labelled as the naughtier twin. But it was in times like these where Kita was reminded just how similar those two really were.

"One month," Kita objected.

"Two months," they chorused.

"Six, full weeks."

The twins glanced at each other, mulled over his answer briefly before turning to him and nodding once, twin smiles splitting their faces in a way that practically screamed trouble. "Deal." 

Oh well, there was no backing down now. But oddly enough, Kita couldn't help himself from feeling that he had just made a pact with Inarizaki's two, conniving little devils.

˚。⋆.˚。⋆.˚。⋆.

"This doesn't seem like a very foolproof plan, Miyas," Kita droned as he eyed the twins who stood underneath his loved one's balcony.

Atsumu scoffed. "What? Sure it is! You'll see, we've got this whole thing under control!"

"Just leave it ta' us," Osamu smirked.

"Leave it to us." If Kita could think of one sentence he didn't want to hear from the twins, it was that. Perhaps on the court, during practice, then yes, maybe Kita would accept putting his trust in his two teammates. But when stood below (y/n)'s balcony, dressed in a full suit and tie and holding a bouquet of roses, Kita couldn't have felt more out of place. 

"Now c'mon, get her attention!" Atsumu urged, voice low as to not be heard while he made obscure hand mouvements in Kita's direction.

The latter stood stiffly and looked left and right, clueless as to what to do. "How?" 

"Use a pebble or somethin'!" 

This time the captain sighed and reluctantly began his search for said pebble. He knew this idea was stupid and honestly, debated on whether or not he should just go home and call it quits. It was late, already way past evening hours and he couldn't imagine what people would think if they saw him lurking around a girl's house at this time of night, not to mention in the company of two other boys huddled under her balcony. It was freakin' weird. 

Luckily, not many people lived around these parts, meaning he needn't worry about the eyes of others on him as he readied himself to launch a small pebble against (y/n)'s closed window.

Clink. 

No response. 

"What now? Should I wait?" Kita asked as he tried peering into the window. The lights were still on, meaning she hadn't gone to bed yet.

"Nah, try another," Atsumu whispered as he jerked his head in direction of more pebbles. 

"Why am I doing this...." Kita murmured to himself as he reluctantly bent down to pick up another. 

"'Cause ya love 'er.' Osamu whispered regardless from somewhere in the shadows. Another sigh. Yes, he was right, he did love her, and that fact alone was enough to give Kita a motivation boost in order to go through with this far-fetched, Miya concocted plan.

Two more pebbles were launched at (y/n)'s window shortly after this exchange, and it was on the third one that she finally opened up her window, only for her to wince when it knocked her square on the forehead. 

A fit of strangled chortles could be heard beneath the balcony.

"Ouchie- The heck— Shinsuke?" 

As she peered down over her balcony, Kita suddenly felt his chest constrict at the sight of her; damp hair and clad in her summer nightwear and it was only then that it occurred to him that she had just gotten out the shower.

A quiet whistle followed by a low chuckle made Kita stiffen— the Miyas. Had they no shame? 

"...Shut yer traps."

"What?" (Y/n)'s voice suddenly sounded above his head. She was smiling, thankfully. At least she wasn't upset or angry at him for showing up so late. "I uh- sorry, I can't really hear you from up here. Do you want to just come in?" She asked. 

Kita frantically looked at the twins though kept it concealed behind his best vacant expression. They vehemently shook their heads. "It'll ruin the effect," the elder one whispered.

Kita cleared his throat. "Erm, no. No, thank you. Speakin' with ya from here is just fine." 

"Accent! Yer accent!" Atsumu called, quietly while his brother made a cross sign with his arms. Kita discreetly nodded.

"It is far too much of a lovely evening to be locked up inside. It would be a shame not to make the most of it, don't you think?" 

At this, (y/n) merely blinked, somewhat innocently before a small smile pulled at her lips. It must be working, Kita thought. He looked at the twins for affirmation, and when they flashed him an enthusiastic thumbs up, Kita couldn't have felt prouder. It served as encouragement for him to continue. 

"What's all this?" (Y/n) giggled as she nodded towards Kita's attire and flowers, amusement clear on her moonlit features. 

"For thou, my dear!" Kita's usually monotone voice carried across the deserted streets— courtesy of Atsumu's indications. He glanced at him once, listened to his next words before nodding and adopting his same, Shakespearean stance: "A grand gesture, though only a mere token of my affection for if you spare me just a second of your time I shall attempt to articulate the sentiments I have been harbouring for you over the past hundreds of moons!"

"Hundreds of moons?" (Y/n) echoed as she peered down at him from her balcony, lips curling, eyebrows raising. "My, that is a long time!" She marvelled as she leaned further over the balcony, arms folded neatly upon its surface. From where Kita stood, she appeared as a curious cat as she eyed him with all the interest in the world, lips upturned into a mischievous smirk. "But please by all means, I would love to hear these articulated, harboured sentiments of yours."

A pang of worry overcame Kita as (y/n) watched him expectedly. Luckily, he had the twins to lean on. He glanced over at the space under the balcony and saw Osamu motioning to him despite Atsumu's protests. He whispered the following:

"Of course. For (y/n), not only do I love you, I adore you. These sentiments I detain for you are eternal. Like a fruit, our love will be endless; transversing all seasons and growing stronger as the years go by.

To me, you are nothing short of perfection. You're radiant through rain and shine, and I can't help but fathom how lucky I would be, to have you by my side for a hundred moons more."

A smile graced Kita's lips as he repeated Osamu's speech and he was pleasantly surprised by its outcome. For you see, Osamu's speech was simple. It was modulated and concise. He didn't beat around the bush, nor did he use his body to speak. All in all, one could call Osamu's speech effortless. And as the words flowed from Kita's lips, (y/n) appeared bewitched by their appeal.

Now as for Atsumu, he spoke from the heart. Through his ardent words, one could call him cheesy, over theatrical or perhaps even someone who was trying a little too hard. Though through Kita's knowing eyes, all he saw was the same passionate and spirited boy he saw on the court— like love incarnate. And the fire lit in (y/n)'s eyes only served as proof of their efficiency.

However, as elaborate and as heartfelt as his words may be, this only made them harder to relay and much to Kita's distress, he found himself looking over at him more times than he'd ought to. Luckily for him, his twin brother was there, whispering back whenever words escaped him, filling in the blanks.

This little tactic of theirs continued for another ten minutes or so, but as much as Kita wished for it to work, a Miya-elaborated plan could only go so far, Kita should've known that. 

He was midway through his speech when Osamu suddenly stopped speaking and the whispering under the balcony got louder. 

"Stupid 'Samu. I wasn't done speakin'!" 

"So what? She's probably gettin' bored of yer lines anyway." 

"Yeah? Not yer stupid, food related love metaphors?" 

"Rather that than a discount, Shakespearian rip-off."

"Alright. that's it."

Kita paled. 

He watched, utterly mortified when Osamu suddenly pounced on his twin and never in his life had Kita experienced such a drastic change of emotions. He tried subtly getting their attention through shuffles of feet and discreet glances, however it was useless. Without the twins' help, it was only a matter of time until his speech began losing coherency, dying out until it was reduced to silence. 

He didn't dare look (y/n) in the eye after that.

"Shinsuke? Are you alright?" 

"I, er. It seems I have lost my touch," he spoke, ruefully.

"Oh? Don't tell me you regret your heartfelt confession," she teased.

"O' course not!" Kita replied, his voice teetering into a shout. A mix of guilt and embarrassment had made him unable to detect the playful lilt to (y/n)'s voice and thus the unexpected raise of his voice made everyone's head turn, including the twins. He saw (y/n)'s face fall into a look of bemusement, and sighed quietly under his breath as he recollected himself. "No. It's not that..." 

Once again, everything became still. The twins had finally stopped their bickering picked themselves off the ground. And, as they caught a glimpse of their friends' dejected, downcast gaze, they looked at each other before casting him an apologetic look. They tried whispering to him some more but this time Kita refused to listen. Instead he released another, longer sigh, then looked back up at the balcony to meet (y/n)'s gaze.

"Listen (y/n), I'm sorry. Everythin' I said before was true, 'cept it doesn't mean anythin' since none of it came from me." 

He paused for a moment in case (y/n) wanted to speak and simply regarded her, trying to make sense of her current unreadable expression. She didn't appear angry or sad, but blank as though she was anticipating his next words.

He took this as a sign to pursue his speech.

"I was so darn worried after the other night that I asked the twins for their help. They said ya didn't like my confession so I wanted to do it right. I understand why it was weird to just confess outta the blue but I just didn't know how else to say everythin' that was on my heart."

"I don't wear my heart on my sleeve like Atsumu does, and I'm not much of a smooth talker. My words are usually harsh and cold— I know that because I overheard the Miyas and Suna talk about it instead of practicing."

The twins promptly gulped but he heared (y/n) giggle. It brought a tiny smile to his face.

"But I mean it when I say I love ya. It took me a while to get there, but actually I think I've always loved ya. I'm sorry I couldn't think of a better way to say it." 

Kita let out a long breath as he finished his last words and like magic, his chest suddenly felt a lot lighter. He kept his eyes trained on (y/n)'s face, wondering if perhaps what he had said was enough, and when her face melted into an affectionate smile, he swore he'd never seen anything sweeter.

"You're so sweet, Shin. I love you, too!" 

I love you, too. 

Warmth bloomed in Kita's chest. Finally the four, little words he'd been longing to hear had greeted his ears. They sounded sweeter than anything he could've imagined. But then again, everything was when it stemmed from her, if it was enounced through her voice.

A series of coos erupted from the shadows and that's when Kita was reminded that he and (y/n) had not in fact been alone. Heat rushed to Kita's pale cheeks as (y/n) emitted a small squeak and she peered over her balcony in attempts of spotting the two perpetrators. 

"Hold on, are the twins here right now?!" 

Kita pinched the bridge of his nose, ashamed as he watched the twins sheepishly creep out from the gloom.

"Hey, (y/n)!" Atsumu beamed as he and his twin waved. "Fancy seeing ya here!"

Osamu sighed and lightly tugged at his collar. "It's her house, dumbass.." 

"...Right-"

At this point, Kita was just about ready to tell the twins to go home, but just as he parted his lips to chide them, (y/n) erupted into another fit of giggles. 

"Now I see why the speeches were so lame." 

Atsumu gasped, affronted, and Osamu pouted. "Lame?! Wh— How dare ya!" The former yelled.

"Yeah. Well actually, at least the part about the fruit was cute," (y/n) hummed.

Another gasp, a low chuckle.

"Told ya she'd like it."

"Shut it, 'Samu! I was gonna say somethin' similar, ya just beat me to it!" 

An affectionate roll of the eyes from (y/n) followed the twins' bickering and even in spite of the ridiculousness of the situation, Kita found himself smiling at them despite himself. 

"Why don't you come inside?" (Y/n) asked, nodding her head to the front door of her house below. "I'll go make some tea." 

Kita nodded with a smile. "Yer the best."

"I know~" (Y/n) blew Kita a playful kiss as she retreated into her bedroom, leaving Kita and the twins at her doorstep.

However, he noticed that traces of bashfulness remained evident on the Twins' features, and they fidgeted as they stood side by side next to the entrance of (y/n)'s door. 

"I'm pretty sure she was talkin' about you too." 

Immediately, their faces perked up and the usual brightness in their eyes returned in a matter of seconds. Then, together they entered (y/n)'s house, the twins hot on Kita's heels.

"So..." Atsumu began, "Do we still get those six weeks off or—"

"Don't push yer luck, Miya."

Atsumu nodded. Osamu cleared his throat. 

"Understandable."

Kita shut the door behind them.

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[sweetdanibear]

Valentine’s Day one shot myheroacademia Villains X gender neutral reader

Warnings: secondhand embarrassment, mentions of fire play, knife play, and some smut. Mention of alcohol

Request: Open🔓

Note: Y/n=your first name L/n=your Last name e/c= your eyecolor 

Tomura Shigaraki

He doesn’t really understand why Valentine's day is so important, considering he never really celebrated holidays in general, so when you make such a big deal about it he’s really confused, and most likely overwhelmed.

This being your first Valentine’s day with Shiggy you wanted to make it special. You went out of your way to buy him his favorite snack, drink, and even a bouquet of flowers that remind you of him. Also just for the hell of it, a pair of your already worn panties/boxers, since he’s always trying to steal yours.

You wake him up with a nice breakfast in bed, since he doesn’t eat much in general. When he wakes up and sees the food, and you, he’s really thrown for a loop. He has no idea how to feel, he still has no idea what day it is either.

What the hell is wrong with them? Why are they giving me so many gifts today? He’s really trying to figure out why you’re giving him so many gifts today, and why you seem more affectionate than usual, but he just can’t seem to put his finger on it.

After a whole day of doing special little things for him, he still doesn’t know why the day was so special. Finally you give up, and just tell him.

“It’s valentine’s day Shiggy! I was just trying to do something special for you...But i’ve just weirded you out..” Your voice is soft and you’re not even sure how to react. You knew this would happen, and you can’t stay mad at him, he just isn’t used to this kind of thing. “It’s fine Shiggy, I love you, I just hope you enjoyed everything though..” You give him a soft smile, and gently kiss his cheek walking off.

Shigaraki thinks about what you say, and decides to go, and get you a little something. He takes Twice to the store with him to just help him out. Even though he really didn’t want to spend time with Twice. Shigaraki ends up buying a small box of chocolates, a little heart shaped balloon, and a single flower that Twice said you would like.

When getting back home he knocks on your door, of your shared bedroom, and enters without waiting for the aye okay to enter. He slowly looks up at you, and shyly hands you the gifts in hopes you’ll really like it. It may have been some quick little thing, but you’re the first person to ever show him any true love, and he really wants you to feel as special as you make him feel.

You happily accept his gifts. He kisses you with his chapped rough lips, telling you that he cares for you. Overwhelmed with joy you practically knock him over. He’s careful making sure to not rest all his fingers on you.

You two spend the rest of the night, eating junk food, and watching netflix, until eventually Shigaraki gives you the rest of his gift, which is a rather passionate night.

Dabi

He also has no idea what today is, and too be honest he could care less. To be honest it’s just another day to him. He honestly doesn’t even know what month it is, that’s how much he cares. But you clearly seem pretty excited about it.

This is basically closing in on your one year anniversary so it's your first valentine’s day together.

You barge into his room spooking him a bit, and show him the butterscotch chip heart shaped pancakes you made for him. Butterscotch chips being his lowkey favorite.

In a confused state he reluctantly takes the meal, and thanks you. He eats his food, and drinks the coffee you made him. When finishing everything, he hands it back to you. Looking into your excited eyes, with a complete state of confusion.

“Do you know what day it is?” You ask him with a more of a soft tone, so you don’t keep spooking him so much. Dabi gives you a confused look, and simply shrugs his shoulders responding with a serious. “I don’t know, and I don’t care.”

That honestly hurts your heart a bit but you definitely don’t let that stop you from giving him love. You hope maybe your gifts will spark something in him, to remind him what today is.

After spending all day showering him with gifts, and attention he starts to get irritated, and eventually lashes out at you. “What the hell are you doing!? Why are you giving me so many damn gifts! What do you want from me?” His flames start to emit from his body, and he watches you back up in fear.

You weren’t trying to upset him, you just wanted to show him how much you loved him. “I-I’m sorry...It’s just.. It’s Valentine’s Day! I’m sorry, I did go overboard..I hope you can forgive me..” You feel utterly embarrassed for thinking he’d like something like this. You start to gather up all the gifts you bought for him, throwing them into a bag and grabbing the receipt. You apologize once again, and leave the hideout to go return them.

Half way down the street, and he finally stops you. “Hey..Stop, I’m sorry. I didn’t even realize it was Valentine’s Day..Thank you. Thank you for the gifts little flame..” Dabi hesitantly wraps his arms around your frame, giving you a tight hug. He brings you back to the hideout, and quickly comes up with an idea. Which is, doing whatever you wanna do.

For the rest of the night he put up with you, and did everything you wanted too. He played video games with you, some card games, baked, and even watched your favorite movie, which happens to be the movie he hates the most.

To end the night off in a way he’d enjoy it, you put on your sexy Valentine day outfit. You gave him head to start the night off right, then let him have complete control. After asking for consent because he had some pretty painful things in mind, he finally started. Burning his name into your ass, and on your chest, dragging a knife down your skin, and absolutely pounding you.

Jin Bubaigawara (Twice )

Jin has been counting the days for Valentine’s Day. He was so excited, the day dedicated to love, and he can spend it with you! He’s been planning this spectacular day for the both of you for a week or two.

Jin wakes you up, and tells you he has something planned for you in the kitchen of his apartment. He leads you to the kitchen, due to the lack of money it was nothing grand but he worked hard. He poured your favorite drink into a glass cup. The table had a nice white table cloth, pillows on the chairs, a single rose in a small vase in the middle of the table. He made eggs, bacon, and a side of toast. He also lit your favorite scented candle.

Jin is so proud of himself. Pulling the chair out for you, and gently kissing your lips. “They love it!” He says softly to himself but the other side immediately saying otherwise. “No they hate they hate it!!” You gently grab his face, and plant a loving kiss to his lips.

“I absolutely love it...I really appreciate this! This is spectacular! You did amazing!” You reassure him,that you love him, and everything he’s done for you.

Finally you two sit down, and enjoy the meal he’s made. You two talk all through breakfast, making jokes, holding hands, being all cheesy and cute.

After breakfast, you both get dressed in something a little nicer than normal. Jin puts on some nice jeans, a black polo with gray horizontal stripes, and even wears your favorite cologne. You two weren’t spending a whole lot of time outside but he wouldn’t want to look homeless next to your beauty.

He takes you to a nearby small rundown shop with movies inside that you can buy. You two enter, holding each other's hands tightly. Jin always stays as close as he can too you, a way to protect you, and being near you keeps him feeling safe.

You two look through the movies, and finally he decides on a comedy, and an action movie. You decide on a cheesy romance, and a romcom. You go over your decisions with each other, too make sure you both will like them. You guys have a small feud about one of your movies. You let out a soft sigh putting it back, but Jin does feel bad because you seemed so excited for it. He grabs the movie and pays for all of them.

On your way home you two stop a vending machine getting some drinks, and some snacks before continuing your walk home.

Jin holds your hand tight walking back to the run down apartment with you by his side like always. When arriving at the apartment, he goes into a random closet pulling out all the blankets, and extra pillows he’s gotten over the years.

“Okay y/n! Now lets build a fort! Then we can get our pajamas on, and make some nachos! Oh! Oh! Or maybe even popcorn!” Jin smiles happily, and was honestly genuinely over the moon to be spending so much time with you.

It takes about two hours or more just to build the fort, between Jin fighting with himself then with you, but in the end he apologizes for starting such a petty argument over where the pillows belong.

Finally everything is set up. You both made a bunch of snacks, your favorite drinks, got all snuggled into the fort, and started to watch your movie.

You two had a wonderful night. Filled with laughs, smiles, feeding each other food, doing that cheesy linked arm then helping each other drink. You guys had a tickle fight that ended up with him on top gazing into your beautiful e/c eyes.

You look up at Jin, and gaze back into his beautiful blue eyes. “I love you so much Jin…” Your soft, and sweet voice echoing through his ears.

“I love you so much too y/n…Happy Valentine’s Day baby(girl/boy).” Jin leaned down pressing his lips gently as he could against yours.

A perfect ending to a perfect day...

Mr.Compress (Atsuhiro Sako)

Sako has known about Valentine’s day since the beginning of February. He wasn’t particular over the moon for it, but he wasn’t not looking forward to it.

Sako had planned for a nice classy dinner date with you at a very expensive restaurant. He got you this beautiful red sexy dress/suit. He bought you whatever your heart desires as well.

You never bothered to question where he got the money, you just enjoyed being spoiled so much by him. You also always did feel rather guilty though.

You were currently in your shared bedroom, getting all pretty for your boyfriend, and your special dinner date. You touched up your hair then looked up hearing the door open.

“My love..Are you ready?” Sako curiously asked, standing in a pair of black dress pants, a red button up, with a black dress vest. “You look absolutely ravishing my dear…” Sako walked up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist. He gently placed his chin upon your shoulder, smiling into the mirror. He finally took off both his mask, and his signature hat, revealing his beautiful face.

You thought your boyfriend was the cutest human in the entire world. His beautiful chocolate brown eyes, dark colored hair, his soft skin. He was perfect in your eyes.

You nod happily in response before finally speaking. “I’m all ready! I’m really excited for dinner!” You turn around, wrapping your arms around his neck, tangling your slender fingers in his soft hair. “I never said it, but thank you..Thank you for buying me all these beautiful gifts. Thank you for taking the time off to spend Valentine’s day with me.” Your eyes gaze into his leaning in. You press your lips softly against his, and smile sweetly. “Alright I’m ready to go now!”

When you make it outside there’s a slick black limo just sitting there. You want to think it’s for you but you don’t want to get your hopes up, OR make Sako feel bad for not being able to get a limo.

“Mr.Atsuhiro.” The elderly man bowed out of respect, and opened up the back door to an all red limo. Your eyes practically sparkle, and you have on the biggest smile. Looking up at Sako.

You’re so stunned you can barely think, or move, or even speak. You let Sako lead you into the limo, as he’s practically even helping you sit down, and get comfy.

Sako pours both of you a glass of strawberry champagne, and hands it over to you. “A special night for a special girl/guy.” He says in his usual charming voice. The both of you clinking glasses then sipping at your alcohol.

Once arriving at your destination you're the first one out of the limo. Fixing your hair, and outfit. Sako comes out with a proud cocky smirk, and adjusting his bow tie, then brushing back his hair. You two may have managed to get a bit frisky in the back seat of the limo. Just some heavy petting, and a heated make out session.

After collecting yourselves, the both of you enter the beautiful restaurant. A well dressed waiter leading you too your table. The inside was glistening with dim lit chandeliers, tables with beautiful red table cloth, white metal chairs with a white plush seat, and to top it all off. A non scented candle in the center of the table with a single red rose.

“Oh this place is absolutely beautiful Sako..” You carefully sit down in the chair that was kindly pulled out for you. You assist by pulling the chair in with you. “This looks really expensive how-” you were sadly cut off short by Sako’s slender finger placed against your full soft pink lips.

“How many times have I told you? Do NOT worry about money. As long as I’m around you’ll never have to pay for anything ever again.” Sako slightly narrowed his eyes to show how serious he really was. You couldn’t help it though, you were always worried about how much money he spent on you. He was a villain for christ sakes, and on top of that he was part of LOV, and you doubt they make good money. Especially enough to pay for the things Sako has purchased. If he is even buying these items, and not stealing them…

“Order whatever your heart desires.” Sako said in a soft voice, pulling you from your thoughts. You nod your head ordering your favorite wine. You then order whatever you find interesting for food.

While there Sako seemed a bit distant. He was quieter then normal, at least he held your hand the whole time. Every now, and then giving your hand a slight squeeze.

After dinner, you finally decide to ask what’s wrong. “Darling..What’s on your mind? You’re quiet...Are you not having a good time?” You ask curiously, and Sako just stares at you for a moment.

“Quite the opposite. I’m having a splendid time..I just have a question for you..” Sako stood from his spot, wiping his mouth with the red cloth napkin.

Sako approaches you, gently getting down on one knee. “I was just trying to figure out when the right time to ask you this was..” Sako reaches into his pocket pulling out a black velvet box. He cracks it open, and shows off a silver band. Attached to the silver band was a huge diamond in the shape of a heart with rubies lining the silver band. “Y/n l/n...Will you do me the honor of becoming Mrs/Mr.Atsuhiro..?” Sako had a light in his eyes, a light you haven’t seen in quite some time.

Your heart nearly stops, you’re not even quite sure how to react. Your face held a baffled expression before you finally reacted. “Sako…” Your voice trailed. Sako could feel his heart sink, all eyes were on you two. Your anxiety spikes before finally you speak. “Sako..You idiot..You know I hate pda..” You whisper to him causing him to smile. “Is that a yes?” He asked curiously. “Yes..” You say softly before being overwhelmed with joy. “Of course Sako! Of course I’ll marry you!” You practically tackle him down. His arms wrap around your waist, and he squeezes you tight as everyone cheers for you two.

After getting a free dessert from the restaurant you two head on home. When arriving home he had another gift for you. Roses, and candles leading to your shared bedroom. When arriving at the bedroom he ravishes you right then, and there.

Sako held your hips tightly, as he shifted his cock, in, and out of you. His head resting next to yours, letting out heavy hot breaths against your neck. “F-Fuck~ I love you so much Mrs/Mr.Astushiro..~” Sako rammed himself deep inside you earning a loud moan to emit from your throat. “Oh god! I love you Mr.Astushiro!” You cry out, reaching your climax.

#mha dabi #mha shigaraki #mha fanfiction #my hero academia #dabi fanfic #one shot #gender neutral reader #mr. compress #jin bubaigawara #bnha twice #tomurashigaraki #mha x gender neutral reader #my hero academia x gender neutral reader #atsuhiro sako

[jbbarnesandnoble]

Risky Business: One-Shot

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Summary: celebrating valentine's day with your husband doesn't always mean getting dolled up to go out.

Warning(s): dorky bucky, fluff, the title really doesn't have much to do with the fic except for like one part.

Word Count: 1,171

Prompt: literally that one scene from risky business

A/N: hello my loves! I wanted to do something a little extra for yall this Valentine's day! So here I am bringing you this fic! I hope you all enjoy it, feel free to let me know what you think! I love hearing from yall💕 i wish you all a happy Valentine's day! You all are so loved even if you don't have anyone to celebrate with. That's ok! I love you all💕😘

(not my gif)

Work was never a part of your plan for the day. It is Valentine's Day, all you wanted to do was have a lazy morning with your husband. Then get all dolled up for a fancy dinner tonight. You were more than happy for a day off. But when your boss asked if you could come in, you knew that wasn't going to happen. You tried to convince Bucky that you weren't going in. They didn't really need you. But of course, he argued against it. Said your reservation for tonight will still be there whether you work or not.

Which is why at four p.m sharp, you're gathering all your things to get home. A knock on your office door interrupts that. "Hey, y/n. There's another issue." Fear trickles down your spine, knowing where this is going. "It's all hands on deck." You smile politely, fighting back a frustrated scream. Your bag lands with a thunk against the chair behind you. Reluctantly, you pull out your phone. Fingers dialing your husbands number.

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Seven fifty-six

That's the time when you finally pull into the driveway of your home, throwing the car into park. You jump out, rushing inside. Apologies already spilling from your lips. The door flies open, "Babe, I am so, so sorry. I tried to leave but they…" whatever you were about to say next dies in your throat. They are instantly forgotten at the sight in front of you.

"Bucky?" You call out. The house is dark, except for the light glow of the fireplace. Silence, you call his name again. Stepping into your home, the door shuts with a soft click behind you. You aren't worried. His car was out front so you know he has to be home. And it isn't like this is something unusual, the two of you are constantly pulling pranks on each other.

"Are we having another nerf gun fight? Cause I come unarmed." You throw your hands up in surrender. Yes, you are both grown adults. Yes, you occasionally have nerf gun fights in the home you own together.

More silence. Then music, blaring through the speakers. The hallway light flicks on. On par with the upbeat song. Bucky slides into the room, facing away from you. Singing starts. He spins around, leg high in the air. Using a ladle as his microphone.

Just take those old records off the shelf

I'll sit and listen to 'em by m'self

Today's music ain't got the same soul

I like that old time rock and roll

Giggles bubble in your chest and escape through your lips. How you managed to marry the sexiest and dorkiest man alive, you have no idea. But you love him so much. It's then you notice his attire. Which only adds to your growing laughter. He is wearing a pink Angel onesie -Stitch's girlfriend from the Lilo & Stitch TV show- with the feet and a hood to match.

Call me a relic call me what'cha will

Say I'm old fashioned say I'm over the hill

Today's music ain't got the same soul

I like that old time rock and roll

He slides on his knees across the floor, stopping at your feet. The song ends. You're a laughing, smiling mess by the time he's done.

Still like that old time rock and roll

Standing up, he pulls you into a loving kiss. "You're such a dork." You say through you slowing giggles. His arms wrapped around your waist, he pulls you closer. Smiling as wide as you are. "You can make up for calling me that, by being a dork with me." He says, still slightly breathless from his dance routine. A mischievous glint in the blue of his eyes.

An eyebrow raised, you question what he means. Moving around the couch, he grabs a nicely wrapped gift box from the coffee table.

"I'm sorry we missed our reservation." You mumble as he nears you. Still feeling horrible for being late. He watches you a moment, box in one hand ladle in the other. "Are you kidding me?" He says after a beat. You meet his gaze. He isn't mad, in fact the smile on his lips tells you he's happy. "I get to spend an entire night at home, being a dork with my amazing wife! Eating as much candy and chocolates as we want." He exclaimed, a boyish grin on his face. The one he used to wear when you were young.

"Doll, if you think I need to go out to have a good time with you, you are incredibly wrong." He says and you know he's teasing you. You smile, he's right and you both know it. "I do have one question though. Why are you wearing the Angel onesie?" You ask confused why that would be his first choice. Without a word. He hands you the box. Inside you find your answer. A matching Stitch onesie. You can't help but smile at Bucky's thoughtfulness. Stitch is your all time favorite character. The fact that Bucky let you be him shows how much he loves you.

"Plus, I am rocking this color. It compliments my features, don't you think?" You laugh again, nodding along. "You look great babe. The pink suits you."

"Glad you agree, now I can destroy you." Leaving you there confused, he leans over the couch. Picking up a nerf gun, he shoots you. The styrofoam bullets fly every which way.

"Hey no fair, you got a head start."

"You snooze you lose, babydoll."

Covering your face an impish grin spreads across your face. You kneel on the floor, hunched over in pretend pain. "Ow ow ow, babe, you got my eye."

Panic washes over Bucky as he rushes to your side. He kneels next to you. "I'm so sorry, are you okay? Let me see." Panic rises in his voice and you begin to feel bad. But you don't back down. He drops the gun next to your feet. His hands fly to your face. Now. You think, grabbing the gun. You start shooting him back, laughing like a maniac.

"Now who's cheating?" He tries -and fails- to sound angry. Picking you up he tickles your sides until your breathless.

"I surrender." You manage to force out. Still laughing.

He sets you down on the couch, jumping over the back next to you. "Isn't this better than going out?" You in agreement, still winded from being attacked with tickles. "So, we are watching Lilo & Stitch, right?"

"Of course!" He announces before you can finish your question. While Bucky sets up the movie, you get changed into your new pajamas. They're soft and cozy, you feel like a child in them. You love it.

Hopping back on the couch, you snuggle next to your husband. "Happy Valentine's day, I love you." He whispers in your ear. His breath is hot against your skin. "Happy Valentine's day, I love you too." You smile up at him and the movie starts.

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A/N: I literally had the most fun writing this, it made me giggle and I hope it made you laugh too!

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader fic #modern!bucky #modern au #bucky barnes fanfiction #rae writes #valentines day fanfic #risky business #risky business fanfic #bucky barnes one shot #bucky barnes fluff #dorky bucky #writing #my writing

[sick-raven]

Flying Off - Jill/Nicholai fanfic

Jill finally has a chance to leave for Europe. However, she meets unexpected person on the plane.

This time it’s not dirty fanfic. Just Jill and Nicholai hate-talking each other.

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Flying Off

First months after Raccoon City Jill Valentine went through series of tests, interrogations and long period of sleepless nights. Carlos was good backup during these tiring times, but her plan stayed the same since day one. At the first possible time gather up all the evidence and run to Europe – it’s far enough from Umbrella’s influence and most importantly the place where Chris is already waiting working on taking the corporation down. She knew that together they can put an end to this chaos.

At the moments like this, when her memories jogged back to those late September days, she regretted a lot. Most of the evidence of Umbrella’s research burned together with her apartment. Anything else turned to ashes after the city was wiped out. The one viable source of information she left there to die. All that was left was broken vial from the antivirus she kept secret from the government.

The same vial now hidden as she sat down in the plane finally leaving this continent. Running to Chris. Undercover, with hope that nobody is following her. She didn’t trust anyone back there. Any scientist, lawyer, police officer, general, politician – they all could have been in Umbrella’s pocket. She will pick her own scientist to check if there are any traces of antivirus left. There was already a young rookie scientist on her mind.

The plane took off, once in the air she sighed in relief. The clouds outside seemed so peaceful and watching them just flow in the air was relaxing. It felt as if she left the hell behind and went towards something better now. Others were waiting. As if the all heaviness fell off her shoulders, she closed her eyes and let herself rest.

Heavy body falling next to her shook her awake. She felt a pressure down her ribs that forced her back to her seat. The tip of a knife was touching her side.

“It’s been long time, hasn’t it, Miss Valentine?”

She must have been dreaming. Nicholai was sitting next to her with all knowing smirk on his face. But he died. Raccoon City took him with a blast. She left him there on the airport to eat his sins. Fuck!

“I wouldn’t do that.” The pain in her side stopped her. She was ready to punch his neck. Attack first, ask questions later, but she recalculated. It looked like nobody has noticed this little theatre. Focus, Jill. Nicholai’s hand was hidden under a jacket he threw over it like a blanket. He was here alone; nobody knew about his little endeavour.

Plain clothes, like any other traveller. Just strong arms showing under the t-shirt gave away that he might be a soldier.

“Surprised to see me?” The shit-eating grin showed how much he enjoyed this situation.

“I am used to bastards not dying when you want them to,” she replied coldly. “It’s hard to kill cockroaches.”

Puff of air came of his mouth in short laughter. “Give me the vial, miss Valentine, and I will leave you unharmed.”

“Or what? You will kill me here in front of all those people?” she smirked. “I don’t think so.”

“I’m a patient man. I can sit for hours and wait for the plane to land. Everyone will leave and then in one fast stab you will be no more.” He wasn’t bluffing, he whispered to her with resolution as if taking someone’s life was everyday deal for him. Let’s face it, it probably was. He wasn’t afraid to sacrifice his co-workers for money. His hands were covered in blood. “Or you might think of asking for help, screaming. Do you know how far we are? Not enough, the closest airport is back there in States. In the case of emergency landing, they will have to turn it around and you will be back there, with Umbrella waiting for you.”

Jill tried to stay calm. Calculating this situation wasn’t in her favour. She needed to play it smart. The flight was long.

“Everything in order?”

Jill looked up at the flying attendant smiling at them.

“Yes, thank you,” Nicholai shunned her.

“Actually,” Jill said at the same time and leaned towards the flying attendant. The knife grazed her side. “I would love some coffee.”

“Milk or sugar?”

“Black, please.”

Carefully she took the coffee and brought it just so close in front of Nicholai’s face to her side of the seats. He stopped breathing for a short second and Jill took it as a little victory. Back in Raccoon City she showed him she can be ruthless just like him. The thought of spilling the hot liquid on him crossed her mind but causing fight on the flight wouldn’t be worth it.

However, she wasn’t finished with dismissing Nicholai’s threats.

“Thank you, you are a sweetheart,” she said to the flying attendant and shot her a smile. She smiled back and went to attend others. Jill took a sip of the coffee; hot liquid burned the tip of her tongue.

“I don’t think I caught what you want,” she finally turned her attention back to Nicholai.

“The vial with the antivirus.”

“You mean the antivirus you destroyed?” annoyance entered her voice. She gulped the coffee just to get hold of herself, but that scene kept coming back to her. They could have saved the city, they would have means to fight any other possible outbreak and this son-of-a-bitch took it away from them.

“Umbrella wants all the evidence gone.”

“I don’t have it.”

He smiled again – showing his teeth, looking like a wild animal ready to jump at her neck. Jill tried to find some information about this guy, all she got was hearsay and fantastic stories. And a nickname – Silver wolf. Just like a wolf he could sink his teeth into her flesh. Let him choke.

“Don’t lie to me, miss Valentine.”

“Check for yourself.” She nodded towards the overhead shelf with her bag.

“I already did when you were taking your little nap.”

“Then you know I don’t have it.”

He rested his elbow on the armrest between them and leaned closer. His breath smelled of coffee and mint, very different from back in Raccoon where everything smelled like blood and sweat. She felt it on her skin, she just kept drinking avoiding eye contact.

“You are not stupid; you are bringing it to Europe. You either have it on your person or in the luggage.”

“You are right, I am not stupid. I am not telling you shit. Now, if you’ll excuse me.” In one swift movement – and she deserved slight pinch in her side – she took out a book out of her handbag. Then she threw the bag into Nicholai’s lap. “Suit yourself.”

Nicholai watched her, baring his teeth. She just turned the pages focused on the text. As if he was nothing but a little annoyance. Not a wolf but a fly, buzzing but harming no-one. No threat, no pack.

After short check he threw the handbag under her feet. “Listen-“ he started but raised finger stopped him. Jill finished a paragraph and looked at him over the cover.

“Do you have something important to say?”

“The vial-“

“That conversation is over. Now, I want to finish this book before I am stabbed to death, thank you very much.”

There was a silence for maybe five pages. Tip of the knife scratched her ribs as she was breathing, she tried to not pay attention to it, but felt droplets of blood running on her side.

“I see you like to play games.” His voice sounded so close, she flinched. Nicholai was leaning right to her ear. “Just like you did in that train.”

The train. She almost forgot – it was heat of the moment, way to release stress from the situation they were in. Constantly followed, hurt, all she wanted was to forget for a second about Nemesis looking for her and the giant target on her back. She didn’t trust him then, but it was before he turned out to be greedy bastard.

The sex was good, but nothing to keep in memory.

She turned a page. Nicholai boasted about his patience, but her indifference apparently drove him mad. Maybe he was used to people bargaining or trying to talk their way out of this. Or maybe he was projecting because he sure loved to hear himself talk.

“I wonder why is Umbrella so afraid of you. You weren’t even brave enough to shoot me.”

With a sigh she closed the book. “You are right, I could’ve shot you back in Raccoon City. But seeing you beg for your life was much more entertaining.” She hit the spot. If the hatred had physical manifestation it would be Nicholai right now. Grinning, she continued to poke his nerve. “What a strong ruthless man you are, begging for your life like a baby. I will pay you anything, let me go with you, miss Valentine,” she mocked.

“Don’t play with me.”

“You said it yourself, I love to play games. Let’s play this one. You want the vial? Beg for it.”

Facing each other so close Nicholai became only thing in her field of vision. Jaw clenched in anger, his eyes spiking through her. His Adam’s apple rose as he swallowed.

“You forgot who has the knife,” Nicholai hissed.

“I see.” Back to the book it was. Even without looking at him the mood changed fast. The frustration hanged in the air with familiar smell of sweat, anger and cheap cologne. If felt like blood rushing on her side, ashes in her mouth from the Raccoon City and pain. The knife meant nothing, the memory meant nothing, the anger couldn’t get her to cooperate. She knew that and Nicholai knew that too.

“It seems I underestimated the situation again. You cooperate much better when someone your love is on the line.” Fear joined the emotional party in her, but she shunned it – Nicholai had nothing. He was just trying to get reaction out of her. “I guess I will have to use the old good methods.”

The knife moved. It didn’t cut, just slid on her skin, from her side towards centre of her chest. He rested it there for a while, she felt the blade against her heart. It stung her every time she breathed in. Jill clenched her teeth.

“Still nothing?”

“I still didn’t hear you say please.”

It took second. Nicholai pushed on the knife. Jill grabbed his wristed and yanked the hand away. She felt the blade cutting her slightly. She twisted his wrist, the knife fell on the ground. Nicholai attacked her, his elbow hit her temple. The force sent her to the window, where she hit her head again. Pain spiked through her skull, but it was nothing next to what Nemesis did to her in Raccoon City. She kicked the knife, it slid under next set of seats and disappeared from her sight.

At the same time Nicholai tried to grab for the knife. She caught his arm and forced him back to the seat. He pushed against her but stopped.

“Everything okay?” asked the flight attendant who walked to them.

Jill put on the most charming smile. “Yes, everything is perfect.”

“You have something on your shirt.”

Jill looked down. Where Nicholai cut her, the shirt got stuck to her skin and bloody. She grabbed his jacket and dressed herself to hide the blood. “Hot dog accident at the airport, I am clumsy.”

The flight attendant wasn’t very convinced of their play.

“I am sorry for disturbing the flight. It will never happen again, right, Nicholai?” Jill turned to her foe. He smiled too, more annoyed grimace than anything else.

“Right. Apologies.”

The flight attendant left them alone. Jill watched after her, she saw her talking to others and pointing their way. “If they turn the flight because of you, I will kill you,” she hissed at Nicholai.

“Suits me just fine.”

“So, are they paying you to get the vile or kill me too?”

“No, you are more worth alive. You can bring them to others to get rid of you one by one,” Nicholai answered.

“You’ve been stalking me. That’s how you know about the vile.”

“Of course. You took it out of Raccoon city. Then you never handed it in. I knew you had to have it.”

Jill raised her eyebrows. “You were the only one who knew about it. Nobody else knew anything about me bringing it along. You told Umbrella so they send you after me. You did this on purpose.”

“Every little detail means a lot more dollars.”

“And you got this job by accident,” she said mockingly.

“Oh no, I wanted to see you again.” The tone in what he said it bit morrow in her bones. So cold, but it missed the hatred she’d expect after everything. Nicholai was looking her over, she felt similar feeling she did back in the train. He was good looking, she had to give him that. And his strong arms…

She had to grin at herself for thinking like that. “To get revenge.”

“To get anything. And the vial.”

Jill shook her head. Why was she the type people will stalk? First the monster, now him. In a way, it felt great. When it didn’t steal her sleep, when it didn’t endanger her life, when it didn’t destroy chances of the whole city to live – then it felt great to be wanted. Negatives just outweighed the positives too much. And it made her feel guilty when she caught only positives for a brief moment.

No, she is not doing him any favours. But she still wanted to see him dumbfounded.

“The vial. Is that really only thing you will talk about? Okay, I will tell you where is the vile. My conditions haven’t changed. Say please.”

“You are ridiculous,” he scoffed.

She leaned to him again looking him straight in the eyes. “Maybe. I just really want to see you desperate again. Come on. It’s a lot of money for a simple word.”

Nicholas tilted his head on a side and looked somewhere behind her. He scoffed again, fighting with himself over a stupid word. Jill’s smile grew wider, soon she was grinning, teeth out, his struggle was entertaining to watch.

“Alright,” he finally looked at her. “Please, miss Valentine, will you tell me about the vial.” Poison was dripping from every word. Jill chuckled and leaned right next to his ear, her lips touched his skin for a brief second.

“It’s not here.”

“What?” he hissed.

“You said it yourself, you knew my every step. And I knew Umbrella was following me. I never boarder the plane with the vile.”

Nicholas frowned; Jill kept smiling.

“It’s already in Europe, I send it via post, undercover, long time ago. If Umbrella didn’t catch the package, you will never get your hands on the vial.”

Nicholas sighed and got up. “Then I have no business with you.”

“Oh, not gonna kill me?”

He shrugged. “You lost my knife. The jacket, please.”

Jill already had her book open again. “No, that’s mine now, you ruined my shirt.”

Nicholas shifted his weight. “I will be back for it.”

“I’ll be waiting.”

She watched him over the pages. He left to the front of the plane and she lost him. The smile stayed on her face, this interaction made her unexpectedly cheery. Yeah, hearing Nicholas humiliate himself again was great.

Like a ghost he disappeared. She didn’t see him for the rest of the flight, nor on the airport. Only thing left of him was faint smell of his cologne on the jacket.

#resident evil #jill valentine #nicholai ginovaef #valenvaef #resident evil 3 remake #fanfiction #sick raven writing #I changed the name according to new localization #but I cannot be bothered changing it in the last fiction

[chuffyfan87]

Growing Pains. Part 6b (NSFW)

"Clever boy." Duffy giggled.

Charlie laughed gently, “Can’t wait for later babe.”

"Can I have more cake?" Oli asked.

“Only a little bit, we don’t want you to be sick.”

"Its ok, I'll puke in Paul's bed if I am." Oli laughed.

“Oli, that’s not nice.”

"If you do I'll wee in yours!" Paul shot back.

“Boys!” Charlie shook his head fondly, “Behave.”

The rest of the day passed in a smooth manner. The older two left around 7pm, to stay at their girlfriends and the boys were in bed. The girls were doing god knows what in their rooms.

"Well Krystal is certainly interesting..!" Duffy remarked as she finished loading the dishwasher.

“Interesting is one way of describing her. She was barely wearing anything!”

"Yeh, I saw that you noticed that!" Duffy retorted with a playful glare.

“Where was I supposed to look? She’s quite attractive...”

"Too obvious for my tastes."

Charlie stepped towards her, “Do you fancy having fun?”

"Well it would be rather disappointing for you if your sons got more action than you on your birthday!" She teased.

“That would be disappointing.” He replied as he took Duffy into his arms.

"Shall we see what's waiting for you upstairs then?"

“Yes!” He was enthusiastic.

She led him upstairs. "Wait here." She instructed outside their bedroom door before slipping inside and closing it once more behind her.

He waited outside, pouting a little.

Several minutes later she called from the bedroom. "You can come in now."

He opened the door and stepped into the room, closing the door behind him.

The only light in the room came from candles scattered on the dresser and bedside tables. Duffy lay on the bed her hair fanned out across the pillows wearing a new negligee made of black silk and lace.

He smiled as he stepped towards the bed. “Well hello there gorgeous.”

"Does the birthday boy approve?" She purred.

“He approves very much.”

"Fancy showing me how much?" She smirked.

He crawled towards her and gazed down at her. He touched her cheek, “I can’t...”

Duffy raised her eyebrow at him briefly before a hurt look filled her eyes. "Its my fault isn't it?" She whispered, the barely contained tears evident in her voice.

He shook his head and stayed where he was, his hand on her cheek. “I can’t... You know...”

Her brain processed the possibilities. "Is it because of what happened at Christmas? Has the doctor said something? Oh why didn't you tell me?" She'd clearly flipped into nurse mode.

“Duffy, please.” He swallowed, “I can get hard but I can’t finish. I can’t come.” He sighed and lay beside her.

She was still running through the medical possibilities. "Could it be some kind of after effect of the vasectomy reversal, I mean, I know it's been years since you had it done but you never know..."

“No. It’s because of the meds I’m on for the depression.” He sighed, “It really hurt you on Valentine’s Day when I didn’t come, I don’t want to hurt you again.” He admitted.

"But you were fine on those for ages." She replied, her eyebrows knitted together. "I thought that was coz you were angry with me." She sighed.

“I’ve started taking the depression tablets again. I came off them but...” He paused, “Things started getting dark again.”

"Oh sweetheart, why didn't you say? Valentines was probably just a silly one off. We were tired and grumpy."

“I’ve tried since... To come but I can’t.” He sighed.

"You haven't let me try though."

“I don’t want to hurt you.” He moved to lie on his side.

“Because I know you think I’m not attracted to you anymore but that’s not true. You make me as hard as anything.”

"I know I'm not as young and slim as I used to be..." She sighed.

“You’re still just as slim and beautiful as the day we first met.”

"We'll just gloss over the fact I was a stone overweight back then..."

“You weren’t fat when we first met. I thought you had amazing curves.”

"Yet you still teased me when I tried to diet." She pouted.

“I did.” He kissed her lips, “I didn’t want you to lose your curves.” He began to remove his belt from his jeans.

"So that's why you told me avocado was fattening was it? Surely if you hadn't wanted me to lose weight then you would have encouraged me to tuck in instead?" She replied, a smirk pulling at the corners of her lips.

“You’re just perfect, the way you are. Always have been.” His fingertips ran up her side. “So sexy!”

She caressed his cheek. "I do love you. So very much. I'm sorry I'm such a pain sometimes."

“I don’t mind,” He admitted as he lent forward and kissed her tenderly.

She moved her hand to wrap around his shoulders, keeping him close.

“I’m so lucky to have you in my life.”

"You would tell me if there was something more serious wrong wouldn't you?"

“It’s just my depression, that’s all.” He stroked her cheek, “Things have been a bit bad lately. I got scared...”

"What scared you?"

“That you may not have wanted me anymore."

"And I thought you'd gone off me..."

“We’re a right pair aren’t we?” He nuzzled his nose affectionately against Duffy’s.

"We really are."

“Communication has never been our strongest point has it?”

"No its not." She chuckled softly.

“You’re my best friend. My whole world. You always were.”

"And you've given me more than I could wish for in even my wildest dreams."

“Our huge chaos of a family?”

"Yes. I was thinking earlier that we might want to invest in a bigger dining table." She giggled.

“Yeah I think we need to.” Charlie moved his head to Duffy’s neck and began to kiss and nibble on her sensitive spot.

"Means more room for other activities too..." She mumbled distractedly.

“I hear you.” His lips moved further down her body.

"I thought you'd approve..." She let out a moan as his touch left a trail of goosebumps on her skin.

“It suits you. I like the lace...” He ran his fingertips up her thighs and parted her legs slightly.

"You alway did like me in lace."

“Always. I remember the first time you ever wore lace for me.”

"The first time I purposefully wore lace for you or the first time you saw me in lace..?" She asked, despite the fact that the path of his tongue was making stringing words together increasingly tricky.

“First time I saw you.” He mumbled in reply as his tongue ran up her thighs.

"Did you really accidentally push the wrong door open coz you were trying to escape an irate patient?" She asked, tilting her head to watch him.

“Yeah. It was completely accidental. A nice surprise though.”

"I'm surprised my shriek didn't bring everyone down on us..!"

He laughed, “That’s true. Are you ok?”

"Yeh, are you?"

“Yeah.” He slowly pulled off her underwear and chucked them. The knickers landing on the lamp.

"I swear you do that on purpose!" She giggled.

“Throw your knickers?”

"Hit the lamp with them."

He didn’t answer as he dived between her legs and ran his tongue over her.

"Oh fuck!" She moaned.

He chuckled softly as he began to pleasure her.

She wasn't sure why she felt so different to the last time they were intimate but it filled her with relief.

As his tongue circled her clit, Charlie reached up and grabbed her breasts, squeezing them in his hands.

She waited for him to notice how much her breasts had shrunk in the last few months.

He noticed but didn’t comment, too busy trying to get her to come.

She became distracted from thinking about her insecurities as he brushed her nipples with his fingertips.

He moved and sighed sadly, “You’re not in the mood?” He asked.

"I am. I'm just so conflicted about how I look." She admitted quietly.

“You’re insecure?” He sat beside her, “Talk to me?” He took her hand in his.

"I..." Her eyes filled with tears. "I fear I'm slipping again..." She whispered.

“With the anorexia?”

"I kept telling myself that I didn't have a problem... I almost had myself convinced..."

“But you do? Is that what you’re telling me, babe?”

"You certainly think I do don't you?"

“You haven’t been yourself for a while. And I’ve noticed changes in your body.” He admitted.

"Tell me the truth. Tell me what you see." She told him as she pulled the duvet around them and rested her head against his chest.

“Every day I wake up with you by my side?”

"Go on..."

“That you haven’t changed from the day I fell in love with you. You’re still just as beautiful. Still as kind and caring, argumentative and infuriating. Your figure is beautiful, your hips, waist, tits and arse are lovely and I love touching them. But they have gotten smaller recently. The thing I miss the most though is the sparkle in those gorgeous green eyes of yours.”

"I've not been sleeping well." She admitted.

“How long?”

"A couple of months."

He kissed the top of her head and wrapped his arms around her. “Can we go to the doctors?”

"Can we not try and handle it between ourselves?"

He paused, “We can try, if you’d like that?”

"I'd feel better about that. I trust you to help me."

“We’ll do what we need to together ok?”

"OK. Dare I ask what that's going to be..?"

“I’m not sure yet. Any ideas?” He rested his head lightly against Duffy’s, “Do you fancy an early night, gorgeous? After we’ve finished talking?"

"I'd like us to reconnect properly."

“How shall we do that?”

"I don't know. I miss us being us." She shrugged.

“How about we just sit and talk for a while? Cuddle, snog..?”

"I like that idea." She smiled.

He caught her gaze and smiled, kissing her tenderly. “So do I.”

Duffy fiddled with her fingers for a few moments before leaning out of his arms to reach over to open her bedside drawer. "You're not the only one who has been taking pills again." She mumbled, unable to meet his eye as she placed the packet in his lap.

He picked up the tablets and studied them. “Are these the same ones as last time? Or similar?”

"Similar." She admitted. "I'm sorry."

#chuffy #charlie and duffy #charlie fairhead #lisa duffin

[thatfairyfangirl]

Part Of That World Chapter 13

Bucky sat staring at the platter of sushi and sashimi between you both. “So you just eat it raw?” He asked looking up to you with puppy dog eyes. “And that's safe?”

“From somewhere like here, yes,” you paused as you took one and popped it into your mouth, “from your local gas station, not so much.” He could feel his stomach turning as he watched you eat. 

“Man, call me old fashioned but I like my food cooked.” He said with a shake of his head as he nudged the platter closer to your side of the table.

“Mmm not me precious. We likes them raw and wriggling.” You joked before eating another.

“Oh I know that one!” He exclaimed a little too loudly, excited he got the reference. The restaurant went quiet for a moment as everyone turned to see the two avengers famous for hating each other out for a meal. Chopsticks still in your mouth, you looked over the eyes watching you before giving an awkward wave prompting you both burst into laughter. It felt so nice not pretending to be angry or full of hate. For once you were both just yourselves.

“It's not all raw you big baby, here.” You chuckled as you separated the raw from the cooked for him. “But yes, you got the reference, good job.” You teased as you continued eating.

“What is it with you and those books?” He asked as he picked up a california roll, examining it.

You shrugged watching him. “Dad...he loved them...he read The Hobbit to my mom when he was teaching her English, and then to me when I was a baby.” You explained with a half smile as your fingers caressed the hook around your neck.

“That is so sweet. He sounds like he was a wonderful guy.” He said with a smile as he ventured the california roll into his mouth.

You nodded with a bit of a smile. “Fantasy has a way of bringing out the wonder in people. I think it shows the best of what we all could be.” You explained as you watched him fight through the taste, seeing instantly it wasn't for him. “If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world. - Tolkien wrote that...and I shall honor his wishes by finishing this off and buying you a burger or a hotdog or something.”

His eyes lit up as he laughed with relief. “Thanks doll. I'm sorry this stuff just isn't for me.”

“Hey, you tried.” You said with a smile as you leaned over to give him a soft kiss. “All I can ask.”

~ ~ ~ ~

On the way back to the tower you stopped at a hotdog stand, sneering at the tube of meat as Bucky bit into it. You could remember a time you loved hotdogs...hell, you practically survived off them on the fishing boat when you were a kid...but ever since you learned what goes in them… "that is disgusting." You remarked, watching him take another bite, pulling a chuckle from his lips as he wrapped an arm around you. 

"Well that's not fair...have you ever tried one?" He teased holding it in front of you.

"Ugh...yes...do you even know what goes in to those things?" You answered, playfully pushing him away.

"Not raw fish. And that's the goal for my meal right now."

Once back at the tower you both settled on a movie to watch in his room...too bad you were both too preoccupied with each other to watch it, turning it into background noise as passion took hold of your night.

~ ~ ~ ~ 

The mid February snow settled in Bucky's dark hair like a dream as you wandered the streets of new York, your fingers of one hand wrapped wrapped around his, the other wrapped around the book he got you as a last minute attempt at a Valentine's Day gift. He knew it wasn't much of a gift, but you could see even in the last minute nature of it there was thought put into it… Beren and Luthien...a book by Tolkien that was published during your time under water. You loved the gift, and for that he was grateful. The only real plans you had for Valentine's day was just to be together so you found yourselves just walking, debating on what to do with your first Valentine's as a couple. He watched you out of the corner of his eye, amazed you weren't cold without a coat as his free hand coming up to brush small snowflakes from the blue in your hair. “So...How about the aquarium?” Bucky teased as you shoved him playfully.

“You know...it's a shame Rockefeller Center took down the rink. I've always wanted to do that.” You mused as you gently pulled Bucky's arm to wrap around your shoulders.

“You lived in Maine and never went ice skating?" He asked looking to you in shock.

“I never did a lot of things.” You clarified. “You gotta understand I spent a good portion of my life in hiding.” You paused, laughing at your past self. “When I was a kid I wanted to be a marine biologist so I could make the big discovery of Atlantis so I read a lot.”

“Whatever happened to that?” He asked with a raised brow as he lead you toward the subway, having a good idea of where your date should go now.

You shrugged. “I never finished high school thanks to Hydra.” He frowned knowing it was thanks to him too. “But it's not like any of that would have mattered where I ended up anyway.” You comforted as you both sat on the train to Brooklyn. “So, where are we going?” You asked with a bright smile that seemed to light up his world.

“You wanted to ice skate. There's a rink that's out by where me and Steve grew up.” He answered before both of your phones went off. You gave each other a concerned look before looking down to their phones at the message reading AVENGERS ASSEMBLE. “God Steve is so dramatic sometimes.” He joked before hunching over and kissing the top of your head. “Sorry Little Mermaid. Time for us to go to work. We can go skating another time.” You nodded as you both stood, readying to get off at the next stop and head back to the tower.

~ ~ ~ ~ 

“What's going on?” You asked as you and Bucky made their way into the mission room, rather late thanks to the subway system.

“SHIELD informant tipped us off on a HYDRA base on the Nova Scotia coast. They say it went up overnight.” Steve explained as everyone suited up. 

“That's pretty close to my colony.” You said in panic as you slipped your h2o condenser gauntlets on. 

“Hence the urgency.” Steve said with a nod. “They said HYDRA was bringing in tanks.”

Your eyes went wide with worry and fear as they shot up to him, the rush of getting ready and on the quinjet doubled. “You don't think…” you trailed off. You didn't need to finish the thought. You didn't have to, they all were thinking it.

~ ~ ~ ~ 

It was hard to tell if you or Hulk was damaging the building more as you tore your way through walls and people alike. While the others were more concerned with finding who was in control you were concentrating on hurting those who crossed your path. Bucky watched admiring your savage wrath as you tore through the building. Until you stopped, your eyes catching a blue foot laying barely in view of an open door. “Oh my God.” You whispered under your breath before rushing off on your own.

“Maelstrom! Wait!” Bucky called out before being pulled in the opposite direction.

As you sprinted into the room you found the tanks they were told about. Barely big enough to hold a full grown Atlantean as they groggily beat against the glass, barely cognitive enough to move, their strength useless. “Mom!” You gasped finding a familiar face. “What have they done to you.” You whispered placing your hand gently on the tank, watching your mother's gills gasping for oxygen.

“Go.” She panted, barely able to breath in the small space, not enough water to support her life. “Trap.” But it was too late. As you stood there the room had been filling with gas. Soon after the warning you collapsed.

~ ~ ~ ~ 

“Anyone seen (y/n)?” Bucky asked as the team took off. “She's been radio silent for a while.” He said eyes filled with worry.

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[madmen]

all of them pls jodie comer janelle monae phoebe waller bridge, have fun

do you have a crush on anyone? yeee on my grilled friend! bitches be havin girled friends.

what’s your favorite candy? i am cadbury dairy milk bar’s bitch! i also really like kitkats especially the mini ones those are so good.

favorite love song? aaaaa it changes with the weather i like so many but can’t take my eyes off of you is always a classic both it and let’s get married (mitski cover) make me feel Warm and the past few months i cannot stop listening to mr mika tiny love. yes this question asked for one but this is me restraining myself i promise. OH it might be being alive from company actually.

what was your first kiss like? technically my first kiss lasted for .0001 of a second in a public high school hallway and it was by accident so i choose to disregard that one because the one after that was very nice imagine. you are on a BEACH it is MIDNIGHT she tastes like some type of wine and you are not sober and do not know what you’re doing so you’re taking MENTAL NOTES and trying to imitate what it feels like she’s doing but you want to live in this moment forever.

what was your last kiss like? it was sweet! well, more like salty because we were crying but it’s because we are simply full of love!

sexual/romantic orientation? i’m a (fleabag godmother voice) LESBIAN

do you prefer poems or love letters? love letters hands DOWN

favorite fanfic trope? i like it when they’re both friends and in love and afraid to say anything for fear of ruining their relationship. there is a name for this but i hate it so i will not say it it’s two words, first one with an m and second one with a p. Don’t know what it is about that second word but. hate it.

have you ever been in love? yes, highly recommend

favorite milkshake flavor? I don’t like milkshakes I think they’re ice cream soup which is disgusting but my favorite ice cream flavor is mint chocolate chip if that counts

dinner dates or brunch dates? I prefer the idea of brunch dates but I wake up hungry so in practice probably dinner dates but like. to diners so I can have breakfast food.

favorite flowers? Pink carnations! Honorable mentions to bleeding hearts and roses that are light orange or light blue or light pink.  

favorite perfume/cologne? no clue

favorite candle scent? if it’s sold during fall i probably love it anything pumpkin-y or slightly-but-not-too-much cinnamon-y

what’s your ideal first date? we go on a funky lil adventure! we see some fancy house and get food together and then see something else maybe a beeg church i like the way they make me feel small and they make me feel Whole when i’m there with someone i care about. maybe go for a walk in my head this is some city we’ve never been to and we just walk and talk and hold hands and point out pretty architecture.

favorite love story? in real life i am still losing it every time i think about how ronan farrow proposed to jonathan lovett via his BOOK. in fiction i am unfortunately stuck at 11 still losing it over both the doctor and rose as well as mary and matthew crawley.

what’s the most attractive thing a person could wear? idk i think suits are hot but i also melt when my girlfriend wears her oversized hoodie she just looks so cute and cozy! i feel like most things are attractive when you’re into a person. also lingerie.

chocolate, vanilla, or red velvet? vanilla!

snow, rain, or sun? rain but not too hard just a nice light mist

sweetest romantic memory? she wrote me LOVE LETTERS!!!!

favorite dating sim (and favorite character)? I have played all of one dating sim, which makes it my favorite by default. Unfortunately, it is UmaPri/My Horse Prince. I did not finish it I got impatient and my apartment watched a playthrough on youtube you don’t even get to fuck horse boy I don’t think you even kiss but it’s still so funny horse boy is obviously the best character.

fictional crushes? leia organa, cheryl blossom or betty cooper (whichever one is more likely to commit a crime on that episode), joan holloway, betty draper, villanelle, all the big little lies milfs, among others.

what’s your dream wedding like? it takes place at the johns hopkins library if i can’t have that then like. some fancy house or library or museum somewhere thats super neat. i don’t know what i wear but i look very nice. all my friends are there and it’s Very Fancy. elegant and refined thats the general Vibe.

what makes you blush? i have no clue i think sometimes when i drink my face flushes so we’ll go with that

do you believe in love at first sight? only in romeo and juliet. i think theres like. a spark at first sight maybe but also not needed for love ya know?

do you believe in soulmates? i don’t know i feel like theres like. maybe a list of people who are your soulmate? like it couldve been this one yea but it also couldve been someone else had circumstances been different like the world is soooooooooooooo big and sometimes theres right place wrong timing i think? i don’t know. 

denim jackets, leather jackets, or bomber jackets? on me? all of the above. on hot gals? leather jackets.

what’s your sign? taurus sun, leo moon and rising

are you single? nope i have a grilled friend! i love her!

do you prefer to charm, or be charmed? both!

guitar or piano? normally i’d say piano but rianne used to play guitar so mixed thots here also it’s so fun to try and teach her piano and hear her lil laugh when i fix her fingers on the keys. answer foggy try again later

favorite romcom (or any romantic movie)? when harry met sally!!!!!! 

do you fall in love easily? i don’t think so but i’ve only done it once so i could be mistaken

valentine’s decorations: yay or nay? i think they’re cute!

would you prefer to propose or be proposed to? what’s your dream proposal? I wanna propose which throws a real Wrench in Rianne’s concurrent desire to propose. Gotta keep the proposal a surprise, soz gang.

cloud gazing or star gazing? Star gazing!

do you like to dance? I cannot dance to save my life but god if I don’t fantasize about it every second of the livelong day

what’s your OTP? please do not make me admit to being into harry potter on main, and worse yet being into dr*rry and w*lfstar it is rightfully embarrassing.

kittens or puppies? I am afraid of almost all living things which includes kittens and puppies but I prefer pictures of puppies

coffee, hot chocolate, or tea? Cofy!

favorite soda? i hate fizz > : ( why does everyone like it when it feels like theres ants crawling on your tongue?

do you prefer gazing wistfully out the window or lying dramatically over the sofa? is there someone to give me atten shun? if so, i’m lying dramatically on the sofa. if i’m on my own it’s window time babey

favorite ABBA song? this one also changes over the years right now i’m gonna say voulez-vous

fuck/marry/kill? (anons name 3 people of your choice) this is so MEAN okay so phoebe waller-bridge’s dad was named in the panama papers i know she has the most exorbitant amount of wealth and i trust her to treat me right. that leaves jodie and janelle cannot stress enough how much i haaaaate having to kill any of them okay at the oscars we saw what janelle’s tongue can do so unfortunately we will be sacrificing jodie comer : / jodie i’m sorry i love you.

favorite pajamas? I don’t own pajamas because I’m a weirdo who either sleeps in their clothes or an oversized long sleeve t shirt and leggings

favorite liquor? vodka for mixing, sourz for shots

do you think about love a lot? yeeeeeeeeeeee

a walk in the park or a walk on the beach? i don’t like sand. it’s rough and it’s coarse and it gets everywhere. Honestly I think I’d rather just walk indoors i am anti fresh air got that sweet sweet hay fever

hand kisses or nose kisses? nose kisses!

what’s your dreamhouse? i wanna live in the city in an apartment and due to the fact that i am american it is unfortunately so big in my head no apartment has ever been this beeg and if it did exist i could not afford it but. it’s so pretty i have fancy kitchen cabinets and my living room is filled with bookshelf upon bookshelf of used books and it has room for my piano and i have a beeeeeg sleigh bed and black cherry furniture and a dishwasher and a laundry room. i come home and am filled with calm.

#roman forum #personal

[multifandomhaven]

Avenger's Preference - How They Propose to You

Includes Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson, Pietro Maximoff and Bucky Barnes

Surrounded by enemies

Tony was getting overrun by enemies and you are dropped off by Rhodey beside him. You glance at him, to make sure he's okay and to reassure yourself that he won't let the enemy get past your shield as you work to control your area.

You project your power forward and knock some of the away from him. He walks over to you quickly, the whizzing of his suit making you a little anxious, how bad had it been before you got here? Where was the rest of the team?

Something behind him moved and you gasped as one of the minions somehow broke through the barrier - you hadn’t concentrated enough! Tony turned on his heel and blasted it, standing protectively in front of you until you could reproject your power, this time using all your will to strengthen it.

Once you were secured in pulsing white netting of your shield he grabbed you by the waist and raised his face plate. Without a word he planted a heated kiss to your lips. Pulling back you search him over for any wounds.

"Marry me," he says without hesitation. You laugh and expect him to say something silly like he always does, but he just blinks. "Seriously. I have the ring back at the tower, I can't exactly carry it around in my suit, it's impractical. Now, I ask again: marry me?"

Simply

You're together at your apartment, sitting on the sofa watching old re-runs of shows you'd finally gotten Steve to agree to watch.

You were laying against his chest and he was against the arm of the chair, his cheek rested on the top of your head. He had the ring in his pocket and was just waiting on the right time. He didn't want it to be a grand gesture, just something simple - you, as a couple, were simple.

You'd baked cupcakes earlier, vanilla - his favorite. As you lay there quietly watching Friends Steve was fighting with himself - he knew he loved you, but he hadn't had much lucky with the fairer sex, what made him even think someone like you’d want to marry into something so hectic - until your attention went back to the television. His heart clenched as your genuine laugh at something one of the characters had said warmed him and he realized he wanted to hear that beautiful sound as much as you’d allow it - that was all the motivation he needed.

He slipped from beneath you and reassured you that he was just getting some snacks. Once he got into the kitchen he checked his pocket again, just to be sure he had the ring, and pulled down the plate he'd had for a while - in it's center were the words "Will you marry me?" He placed the cupcake you were most proud of on the plate and brought it to you.

Once you'd finished and you saw what was underneath you was stunned into silence. You sat there, wide eyed, mouth open - and still full of cake - you were so still Steve feared you might pass out. "What d'ya say, beautiful? Will you make me the happiest man on Earth?"

 Flirty

Sam had taken his time to prepare everything in a way he knew you'd love. Roses were everywhere and the lights were dim. An aisle of candles lit your way from the door of your apartment to the bedroom where he lay on the bed in your favorite pair of his boxers.

His head was propped on his hand and he wiggled his other hand for you join him. You laughed and crawled onto the bed with him where he gave you a sweet, loving kiss. "You have a good day?" You nodded and pecked his lips again, asking what all the decor was for - it wasn't your anniversary or birthday. It wasn't Valentine's Day

"It's for you, baby." You raised your eyebrow, but listened as he continued to elaborate. "All of this, the roses, candles, my sexy ass on your bed, it's how I feel everyday being with you. I love you... so damn much. I wanted to give you a little glimpse into my heart." He leaned up again and captured your lips, gripping your hand in his free one.

You felt something cold slip onto your finger. You looked down and gasped. A beautiful diamond ring sat on your finger. "I want to come home to you and feel this way everyday for the rest of my life. Tell me you want this too, you my forever girl and me your man for life?"

Scavenger Hunt

Pietro had recruited an excited Wanda for his grand gesture. He instructed her to wait for you at each "checkpoint" to give you directions and hints for where to go next.

The hunt led you to the diner where you had your first date, to the bench in Central Park where he'd told you he loved you for the first time, the ice cream shop where you told him your fears and he wiped your face and held you - the prying eyes be damned. All over the city he had little mementos of your time together and you were unsure of what to think.

You had an inkling but you didn't want to risk being wrong.

At the end of your journey you were sitting on the steps outside a beautiful church. You looked at Wanda, who in turn looked at you with such adoration and unshed tears threatened to spill down her smiling cheeks. Her gaze went from you to someting just behind you.

You followed her gaze and turned to see Pietro, dressed in a blue button down, his hair combed neatly - he'd never looked so handsome. You stood and met him just outside the doors of the church.

"Printsessa, you are my one true love. After what happened in my country, the path my sister and I chose, I never thought I'd fall in love with someone as wonderful as you and I never expected to be so lucky to have you love me back."

He fished in his shirt pocket, shot Wanda a glance, and took a deep, steady breath.

"Moya lyubov', will you spend the rest of our lives by my side?"

*Printssssa - princess *Moya lyuboy' - my love (A/N: These are from Google Translate, don’t be upset/angry/what have you if they’re wrong! :P)

With a photo album.

Ever since Bucky regained his memories he cherished all the new ones he made with you. He still had fears that somehow he’d lose the time he had with you so he began taking pictures of everything and always has a camera of some sort with him (usually his Stark phone that Tony gifted him to start over their friendship).

He makes a photo album of your relationship together and shows it to you one evening in your apartment. As you’re flipping through it you read off the little quotes and lyrics and sweet little things he's written, almost like it’s a story of someone else’s love story, but when you get to the end you see a folded piece of paper in the place a picture is supposed to be.

You look at Bucky with a raised eyebrow and he just shrugs. You pick it up and open it and it says "They'd had so many beautiful, wonderful memories so far, but there is still something missing..."

You look up at Bucky and he leans in to give you a kiss and then slides down off the sofa and got on one knee.

"You've made me so happy. You're the light of my life and the reason my heart is still beating. You're my everything, Doll. Will you do me the honor of being my wife?"

You say yes and as he slips the ring on your finger there's a flash in the corner of the room. You look a little closer and see Steve with a big smile, wiping at his eyes, a camera hanging around his neck.

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[mermaidmaiabelle]

44.1% I have been looking everywhere for something like this but I cant anything so here. Valebtine Creates a serum that brings out the demon side in downworlders to the control. Mangus gets The serum in him he loses control eyes turn black total evil( Bounus Points if its durring the final battle) Alec Tries to get to Magnus and Help him, helps him gain back his control.

vote for malec and i’ll write you a fic

His breath rattled out of his chest like a car that had seen one too many potholes. Every muscle in his body felt tense, tight, a pain nestled there that wouldn’t go away, a constant ache in his bones. There was blood wrapped around his fingertips, caressing his neck, pasted over his deflect rune like bodypaint. At least before he hadn’t been alone. Before he’d had Jace at his back, Izzy, Lydia, Raj… even Clary, who’d improved lightyears in the few months she’d had, however reluctant he was to admit it.

He’d sent them all away, though. Valentine wasn’t here anymore, and they had to get to him before it was too late. He had too many captives to waste the time, and the Downworlders needed the backup. They were mobilizing. There was no point in throwing away a perfectly good plan for a personal crisis.

If it could be called a personal crisis.

He’d been left with a small unit of Shadowhunters, people who respected his authority enough to follow on this mission. He’d had to detach himself from everything, from what he was feeling, from the emotions and worry swirling around his brain. It was easier to feel his nerves, easier to feel the cuts on his palm and the ache in his bones, easier to feel the bruises on his chest from where a Circle member had nearly caved in his ribcage. Nearly, because Magnus had saved him.

Now he had to do the same.

The Shadowhunters that had trusted him enough to follow were gone - thrown aside in a show of power that reminded Alec exactly who he was in love with. It was like swatting flies. Magnus Bane was the most powerful warlock in Brooklyn, New York, and possibly the entirety of North America. He was certainly one of the most powerful warlocks in the world. He’d lived through the ages, seen the rise and fall of empires. He was the son of one of the most powerful and feared Greater Demons there were.

Alec was lucky to have his attention, much less his affection. He was grateful for every second of time Magnus gave to him, and every moment of adventure and love they’d had. He had to hold onto that now. Now everything was slowly falling apart.

His hand was tight on his bow, and out of instinct he had it raised and drawn in an instant at the slightest hint of movement. It was dark, and the old, broken rail cars didn’t make the atmosphere any more welcoming. The bow was drawn, and he had his target in his sights. Magnus simply watched, raising an eyebrow at the gesture, as if to suggest Alec was crazy to think such a silly and feeble thing like an arrow could really harm such a thing as him.

It didn’t matter anyway. His breath shook, and he couldn’t steady the shot, couldn’t hold it, couldn’t face it. After a long, long moment, Alec gave up. His bow fell away, arrow loose against the drawstring, and the fletching dug into the open, raw wound on his hand. It was easier to feel that pain than the one that was currently trying to suffocate him from the inside out.

When Magnus laughed, it was like someone had thrown a bucket of ice water over him. Alec knew Magnus’ laugh, the laugh that came at six in the morning when he literally fell out of bed when his phone rang. The laugh when he managed to completely offend some stranger in India when Magnus had insisted they visit the Taj Mahal. The joyous, blissful sound that came at soft, comforting moments, where they could just be alone and together and not have to worry about work or politics or wars. When they could just be two people who were free and happy and in love.

This was not that laugh. The glow of Magnus’ cat eyes in the dark was somehow different, harsher, more poisonous than ever. Alec had only ever thought him warm, caring, affectionate, and desperate to help where he could. But as he watched the curl of burnt red magic around Magnus’ palm, he knew this was different. In all the time he’d known Magnus, he’d never looked more demonic.

“Foolish little Shadowhunter,” he purred, walking closer. “You think your bravery will save you?”

Alec shook his head softly, bow slipping from his hands altogether, hitting the floor with a hollow sound that probably mirrored how empty Alec felt at the time. If he allowed himself to feel. “This isn’t you, Magnus. It’s Valentine, the serum those Circle members gave to you… because of me…” If he’d been able to protect himself, if Magnus hadn’t been forced to rescue him, he never would have been in the way…

“This is all me, Lightwood. This is the person you didn’t want to see,” Magnus insisted. “You Shadowhunters, all the same. You twist us to your own designs, use us when it suits you. You demean us and sideline us for not having your holy purity from the angels, but forget exactly how dangerous we can be. You don’t give us respect… it’s about time you remembered why you should fear us.” The magic twisted from Magnus’ hand, crackling and lashing out, a bolt Alec barely managed to dodge. Magnus… his Magnus was never this out of control. Alec didn’t know what was in that vial. But he intended on making Valentine suffer for it.

“Magnus. Please. The real enemy is Valentine, you know that, if we don’t-”

“Why stop with him? I think the Nephilim have caused enough trouble for a millenia. Why not start with you?”

Alec knew he didn’t stand a chance. He felt his body freeze, pressure against his already aching bones seizing him on the spot. Magnus stalked forward, circling around him, a finger casually trailing down his arm.

“I can see the attraction of keeping you around, though, Alexander. You always were exceptional in bed, for someone so… inexperienced. Not that I expected much to begin with,” Magnus mused, and Alec wanted to scream. It was like some twisted version of reality. None of this was right. It was like Valentine had ripped the humanity out of him. He had ripped Magnus away, and left behind whatever demonic version there was now. Which was probably the point. To turn them all against each other, show them the Downworlders couldn’t be trusted.

He couldn’t win.

“Magnus, I know you’re in there. I know you. You’re stronger than this, you can beat this, you just need to-”

“Enough.” Magnus declared. “Maybe I should finish you off now. Finish all this pathetic whining.”

“Then do it,” Alec choked out.

“What?”

“Do it. Kill me,” Alec declared, well aware of the gamble he was making. But it could see it working, could see the crack in Magnus’ eyes, a tiny glimmer of horror and sorrow there, behind the detachment and pleasure. “You say you want to make a point, then do it. Kill me. I love you. I would rather die than give up on you. I will spend every day following you to the ends of the earth, I will never leave you alone, and I will never quit on trying to keep you safe. I love you, Magnus Bane. Don’t you dare give up on yourself.”

The cracks were there and Alec could see it in every inch of Magnus’ body language, the confusion seeping in, something simmering under the surface, just waiting to come out. The magic keeping him frozen in place seemed to flicker for a moment, distraction settling in, and Alec couldn’t help himself. Either Magnus was about to kill him, or this was his last chance to break through.

He wasn’t about to waste the chance.

Alec lurched forward, lips smashing against Magnus’, forcing his way in, pouring every inch of his affections into the kiss. He’d never thought he could have all of his, never thought he could have a boyfriend, let alone have Magnus Bane. Magnus who was so beautiful and strong, so confident in every inch of who he was. Magnus who was passionate about right and wrong, about doing the right thing. Magnus, who was eternally kind, patient, and loving. Magnus, who made him breakfast in the mornings just because he could, who left him cups of tea around their apartment when he was doing reports. Magnus, who kept his favourite coffee in the cupboard and never really went to sleep until Alec was home safe from patrols, no matter how late it was.

He wasn’t going to let Valentine Fucking Morgenstern rip all of that away without a fight.

There was a long moment of nothing, of no reaction, of Alec just trying to force a reaction from Magnus, lips moving, searching. He was sure he’d failed, the stillness went on so long. But then Magnus moved, hands slipping around Alec’s waist, and he resisted the urge to sigh in relief, instead kissing him all the deeper. Magnus kissed back for a moment before pulling back, looking Alec in the eye. His cat eyes were gone, the usual glamour taking their place. But it didn’t stop Alec noticing how shaken up Magnus seemed, the slight tremor in his fingertips as a hand reached out for Alec’s face. Alec reached up, cradling his hand, caressing the skin there gently.

“Alexander,” Magnus breathed, and Alec couldn’t help but choke out a relieved laugh, well aware of how watery it sounded.

“Magnus…Thank the Angel,” Alec replied, moving closer, forehead gently bumping against Magnus’ and resting there, breathing in the same air.

“Alexander… that… what I said…”

“Sssh,” Alec insisted quietly, moving his arms, carefully wrapping Magnus in a hug. “It wasn’t you. I know you.”

Magnus nodded, leaning into the embrace and Alec couldn’t help but think he’d never seen Magnus more vulnerable. He’d lost a lot of things over the years… but losing control of himself… that was something else altogether. Alec knew that without asking.

“I love you,” Magnus whispered softly, and Alec felt the knot in his chest unwind. He never thought he’d be quite so relieved to hear the words again, and yet…

“I love you too.”

Somewhere, far away, other battles raged on. And in due time, Alec would need to get back to them. But for now, there was Magnus. For now, the man he loved needed him right where he was.

And later, when they were both recovered, they’d make Valentine pay.

Together.

#datgirl66613 #ficsformalecvotes #shadowhunters #malec #alec lightwood #magnus bane #myfic #welp i tried #sorry i kinda skimped on the black eyes #mostly because i think cat eyes is more of the demonic thing for the context??? #but i hope this is the vibe you were looking for #thank you for voting!!!

[feekins]

A Little Lace Never Hurt

A Nygmobblepot Fanfiction

SUMMARY: A non-smutty yet very self-indulgent fic about pre-election Oswald, Ed, and pretty lacy underthings. Also a smattering of asexuality. That’s really all there is to say on the matter. I fully blame @blackratchet for this because they really should not encourage my weirdo soopar-seekrit let’s-put-all-my-faves-in-lingerie aesthetic. Please enjoy, and have a happy Valentine’s Day, my fellow Nygmobblepotheads! :3c

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“...did you forget to throw out your stepmother’s clothes?”

“Whatever are you talking ab-?”

Upon turning around, Oswald immediately wished he hadn’t. His face blanched, eyes boggled, posture stiffened, like a boy whose parents had just discovered something particularly lewd tucked away under his mattress.

It wasn’t too far from the truth about his present predicament.

He knew it was a mistake to let his friend help him finish dressing for the day. Of course it wasn’t necessary, but Ed had insisted, and who was he to deny him? At the very least, they hadn’t started from scratch. As it was, Oswald stood there in naught but trousers and a dress shirt, though he felt so embarrassed he might as well have been naked. Before him, Ed cut a fine figure in his handsomely deep green suit. Any other time, he might have appreciated such perfect tailoring and pleasing form - but not now.

Not when Ed was peering into an open dresser drawer full of lacy, delicate, decidedly non-masculine underpants.

“I’d say stepsister, but this is the master bedroom,” the taller man continued, pulling the drawer open a little further. It would have been humiliating enough had Ed not then hesitantly reached in to prod through all the different pairs. “Though I will say, for her age, she was quite a small woman, wasn’t she?”

“N-Not really,” Oswald squeaked out.

Damn Ed for being so inquisitive. Damn him for his persistence. And damn himself for being too horrified to do anything to stop him!

A pause. Ed’s hand stilled. Then he extended his fingers again, brushing aside prettier panties to reveal several rather unremarkable pairs of boxer briefs underneath. Oswald’s stomach flipped horribly at the comprehending, bemused look Ed shot him, nearly flinched at how his too-bright teeth flashed in a grin.

“I see. Trophies?”

The fact that he didn’t faint from the sudden rush of blood to his face was both a surprise and a terrible disappointment.

“No! It’s not like-!”

“It’s alright! I completely understand!”

No, Mister Edward Nygma, you most certainly do not, Oswald’s mind screamed back.

“It’s not an uncommon behavior among murderers! It’s sentimental, something to remember the victim, the crime, the thrill of the hunt, if you will-”

“Ed, that’s not-!”

“I kept Miss Kringle’s glasses, remember? This is no different - though I admit, I never pegged you for this type of, um...” The taller man chuckled, gesturing to the thin lace, the soft colors, the occasional simple but elegant print. And Oswald, poor Oswald, he wanted nothing more than to shrivel up right there and die. If ever there was a time for someone to attempt to assassinate Gotham’s soon-to-be mayor, oh, how he wished it was now!

Still oblivious to his friend’s embarrassment, Ed prattled on, speaking much too enthusiastically and fast, “What I mean is, I don’t recall you ever expressing much interest in women - or anyone, for that matter, but that’s neither here nor there. People look sometimes. It’s only natural-”

Oswald bristled because Ed, there is NOTHING natural let alone DECENT about ogling people like that, why on EARTH does everyone think it is and why do YOU of all people buy into that garbage, too?!

“-but you don’t! I noticed that about you! You also never talk about your sex life, so it’s either nonexistent or you’re very private about it.”

“Edward, please.”

Leaning a little heavier on his cane, Oswald brought a hand to his face. Sure enough, his skin burned against his palm and fingers. This conversation was not happening.

“Either way...wow, why women’s underwear, Oswald? If you don’t mind me saying, it doesn’t exactly fit in with the whole.....you. The Penguin persona. There’s also the fact that she was your stepmother, which makes this a little questionable, but I assure you I’m not passing any judgment-”

“Oh my God.”

“So - it’s fine! Again, trophies! I understand!” Ed chuckled again. Judging by the way he withdrew his hand from the drawer and by the faint pink starting to dust his cheeks, it seemed the subject of the conversation was finally catching up to him. Still, he pressed on unflinchingly, “Incredible, though. I learn something new about you ev-”

“NO, THEY’RE MINE, ED!”

Silence settled over the bedroom. Face falling in an instant, Ed stared down at him, baffled by the sudden outburst. It took all of Oswald’s willpower not to shrink away. In that moment, the awkwardness, the self-abasement gripping him was so strong he could throw up. But he couldn’t escape from this, couldn’t even look away. Best to deal with it now, and head-on. After all, his dearest, closest friend was bound to find out about this thing sooner or later.

At long last, Ed broke the silence, breathing, “...beg pardon?”

Oswald swallowed hard, not sure if the lump in his throat was from fear, humiliation, nausea, or a vile cocktail of all three. He averted his eyes, forced himself to draw in a deep breath before opening his mouth again. When he spoke, his voice was so small, so indignantly strained.

“That...underwear. It’s mine. All of it.”

The bafflement lingered, all too evident in Ed’s tone.

“That’s. What. I’m saying, Oswald, they’re-”

“They’re not trophies.”

With that, Oswald turned, moving unsteadily toward the large walk-in closet. He wasn’t running away. He wasn’t. Not really. Behind him came a roll and tap of wood on wood - the closing of the underwear drawer - and Ed was following after him, still undeterred.

“If they’re not trophies, then why would you have them?”

“For the love of-! Why else, Ed?!”

He didn’t know what possessed him to do it - frustration, his damnedable predisposition to melodramatics, to shut Ed up, whatever. All Oswald knew was that one moment, he was rounding on the other man. The next, he’d undone his trousers and yanked his waistband down - just enough to reveal an edge of black lace riding low on his hips.

Finally, everything clicked - or seemed to, anyway.

Palpable realization hit Ed full in the face....which, incidentally, Oswald had never seen turn quite that red before. Another moment or so, and the smaller man all but ripped his eyes from the other, mumbling as he zipped and buttoned himself back up, “Like I said. They’re mine. For me - just me. To wear.”

The seconds ticked on, dragging indefinitely, it seemed. Ed’s silence only made Oswald more painfully self-conscious, more distantly ashamed. His secret was out, and for all the world, he wished it wasn’t. He pushed past Ed, desperately willing the moment to pass and time to resume.

“Now can we please get back to getting dressed?”

“....Right. I’m sorry.”

An outfit was picked out. Colors and accessories were coordinated. The tension was impossibly thick in the air as they stood before the mirror, eyes averted, cheeks still burning bright. Oswald followed his silent chief of staff’s reflection as he retrieved today’s vest. After knowing him for so long, Ed had to be shocked, incredulous, revolted. Men like Oswald didn’t just-!

“Is that your kink?”

Well. That was one way of getting the embarrassed Penguin’s attention.

“...what?”

Ed opened his mouth, closed it, licked his lips, then haltingly spoke up again. He still wouldn’t look at Oswald - not that Oswald could blame him.

“Do you...have...a cross-dressing kink?”

“No!”

“Sorry. I thought...better to ask then assume, right?”

“Oh. Yes. I suppose...”

That scandalized look faded from Oswald’s face, and silence settled back upon them. After helping him into the vest, Ed retreated to fetch their next garment. For a moment, Oswald fidgeted with his cuffs, still quite unsettled.

“.........I’m not-!”

Now it was Ed’s turn to glance over in surprise. Oswald fidgeted a little more, pulled at his sleeves, then began again.

“Ed, you should...um. Truth be told, I don’t...do...those sort of things.”

“...what sort of things?

“Oh, you know,” he replied with a vague wave of his hand, trying and failing to act casual about the whole thing, even while his face and ears were still burning. “That. Kinks. Any, ah....carnal activities, really. That is to say, I don’t-”

“-engage in...?”

“No.”

“Ah. You’re non-sexual?”

Their eyes met, and.....somehow, Oswald felt a little less vulnerable, a little less threatened. He even managed a small smile as he nodded, “Yes. Precisely.”

Ed gave a thoughtful nod. Up came his coat, and Oswald slipped into it easily. His earlier embarrassing reveal aside, it felt as if they’d come to a bit of an understanding. Maybe...Ed had moved on?

“I...apologize for making you uncomfortable.”

“No, it’s...okay.”

“...I’m still curious, though. Why do you wear...?”

Like that, the fear and shame flared right back up again. Oswald stiffened, swallowed hard. It was still weird. It was still not right. He shouldn’t have let Ed help him. He didn’t understand. He wouldn’t, he couldn’t. Even so, Oswald racked his brain, planned his words carefully as he folded his arms tightly across his chest. After all, Ed had already seen all...or, close enough. How much further could Oswald possibly fall?

It took a moment for him to realize Ed had stopped moving to help. He stood beside him empty-handed, watching him expectantly. This did nothing to calm Oswald’s nerves.

At long last, he shrugged, explaining softly, “I just.....I like how I look and feel in them, that’s all.”

He glanced back over to Ed, and....that smile he found waiting for him was pleasantly unexpected, red though his friend’s cheeks still shone.

“Those are some good reasons. Now...!”

Like that, the moment had passed. Ed looked him up and down, assessing their work so far.....brown eyes lingering a little too long on the other’s hips.

Shoving down the urge to smirk, Oswald pretended not to notice.

“I know we were originally going to go with something simpler for the cuff links,” Ed continued distractedly, “but now I’m thinking...the silver ones with black inlay?”

Relief washed over him. Ed didn’t mind. He wasn’t mad, he wasn’t disgusted. Finally, Oswald was able to relax. With a shrug and a grateful look, he replied, “Well...I think I’ll just trust your judgment on this one, friend.”

After all, Ed did have quite good taste.

Oswald just didn’t expect for further proof of this to show up a few days later, when he’d all but forgotten about the...incident.

It was set carefully on his pillow, all wrapped nicely in tissue paper and ribbon, with a telltale green question mark scrawled in one corner. Oswald opened the gift without suspicion. The moment he set eyes on what was inside, though, he gasped and dropped it on the floor, blushing wildly.

A pair of deep aubergine pinstriped boxer briefs, its trim and paneling on the sides an intricate lace, stared innocently up at him.

And Oswald didn’t know which he wanted to do more: to scream at Ed or to kiss him.

#gotham #nygmobblepot #nygmobblepositivity #oswald cobblepot #edward nygma #ed nygma #text postan 2k17 #feekins writes sometimes #DISGUSTINGLY PLEASED GREMLIN CACKLING

[valentinvolkov-blog]

location: Volkov Manor, Barvikha Luxury Village, Moscow, Russia time: 7:00 pm UTC+3:00        ( @sterlingmoran)

Valentin was standing in their walk in closet, in only their underwear, trying to decide if the Presidential Gala was occasion enough to wear the dark red suit they never had the opportunity to wear. Yana had agreed to attend with them, despite the conversation they had had, despite the fact that they were no longer sleeping in the same bed, that she spent most of her time off away from the manor, with whoever the mysterious man who she had fallen in love was.

They were standing there, trying not to think too hard about this likely being the last time they would make a public appearance together before they began the process of getting a divorce. They were standing there, when they felt a sudden presence behind them, unfamiliar, certainly not Oliver, likely not Eve. The sound of the voice confirmed that.

“Definitely the red suit,” a voice said behind him in English. The accent was strong, but unfamiliar to them. Definitely American. Barely understandable to their Russian ears.

They let out a deep sigh. 

They had known, from what Oliver said, that there were others, but they still hadn’t met any of them besides Eve. Now was not the time that they wanted to deal with introductions, especially considering how American this one sounded. At least it sounded like he was familiar with this whole thing, not jarred by appearing in a walk-in closet in Moscow suddenly, aware enough to suggest a suit rather than ask what was going on. A small blessing.

Valentin finally turned around to see who this person was, only to be much more shocked than they had been since they first appeared in Japan upon seeing the stranger’s appearance.

Oliver had said that one of the others that he had met looked like them. But this was more than just looking like them. Perhaps Oliver had been putting it lightly because he was worried he would overwhelm them. But it was much more than that. It was like staring in a mirror, the only differences being the glasses perched on the stranger’s nose, the different tattoos across the stranger’s arms and bare chest, and the slightly different black underwear. They had apparently caught him in the middle of the exact same state of undress.

They looked identical.

“это пиздец,” Valentin breathed, unable to take their eyes off of the stranger.

“That seems like an understatement,” the other said with a laugh, looking them up and down with a mixture of interest and awe on their face. “You’re the Russian, then, yes?”

“Valentin. So you are my lost twin, it seems,” they said flatly.

“Sterling. And, no, we look nothing alike,” he said, crossing his arms across his chest.

“A joke?” they asked.

“No. I have glasses,” Sterling said, as if that really made then look any less identical. Which it really didn’t.

He were not joking, they could tell that much by their tone. Apparently this Sterling was not interested in looking identical to someone he had a strange mind connection with. Valentin could tell, just from the tone of his voice, that he was the sort of person who had to be special. The exact sort of person who they had never liked very much at all, never had an ounce of patience for.

So instead of focusing on how strange it was to be standing there, looking at the mirror image of themself with only very slight differences, they decided to get him talking about something else. If they were going to be sharing this connection, then it would be for the best to at least try for cordial.

“You are American, yes?” they asked, unable to keep some of the disdain from creeping into their voice despite the effort.

“Yeah, but I haven’t lived in America for nearly twelve years. I live in Paris. I actually have dual citizenship.”

“Well, I suppose that is better than a chance at ending up in America,” Valentin said, voice giving nothing away. In reality, the prospect of ending up with an American, no matter where it was, wasn’t exactly the most welcome thing in the world. It was a small blessing that this American happened to live out of the country. But there was still the danger of him showing up when Valentin was in the White House, or worse, the Kremlin.

“Right. I guess you wouldn’t like that, would you?” he laughed slightly.

“I am certain you feel much the same appearing in Moscow,” they shot back immediately.

“Touché,” Sterling said with a slight laugh. “Like I said, though, you should go with the red suit. You’ll look positively dashing.”

“Dashing,” they repeated. This Sterling fellow felt more like a parody, someone who had heard what French people were supposed to be like and based his entire being off of that. His accent was thick, and distinctly non-French, despite how long he had apparently been living in Paris. He was speaking English, yes, but Valentin was having more than a little trouble understanding his words, even with their inherent connection helping things along.

“Where are you headed?”

“The Presidential Gala, with my wife.”

“Presidential Gala,” he repeated, sounding more than a little impressed with that. They could tell it was the kind of life he might’ve wanted; the glamor, the notoriety, the balls and galas. It all seemed like just the sort of thing someone like Sterling would like. But he was focused on the other half of the sentence. “President as in...Putin?”

Valentin just gave him a look, before turning and taking the red suit from the hanger.

“Fuck,” Sterling cursed, starting a frantic sort of pacing around the walk in closet as Valentin pulled the black button down off of the hanger, to start pulling it on. “Putin. You work for Putin. You’re about to go to a fancy dinner, with Putin. So you really aren’t happy about seeing an American in your closet,” Sterling said somewhere between awe and horror.

“Not particularly,” they replied flatly, buttoning up the shirt.

They were both silent for a long minute, as Valentin pulled on the dark red trousers, tucking in the shirt as they did so. They felt no real need to assuage his more practical fears, the ones they could feel. The worry that maybe they had somehow been involved with everything that happened in America, that they were some terrifying far-right terrorist, whose main goal was to bring down the American government, and help Putin take over the Western world. They felt no need to calm those fears, because they were so ridiculous and far off that they refused to even entertain them.

But they could feel something else, too, in Sterling, and for once, they felt compelled to say something about it. Maybe it was because of everything that had happened with Oliver, maybe it was because of some sort of change that had started within them because of this strange connection, but they could not let him think how he was certainly thinking.

“Just because I work for his administration does not mean I agree with his opinions,” they said, after a minute, breaking the fragile silence.

“Right, but I can’t imagine you’re too happy about having a queer French-American prostitute sharing your mindspace, either,” Sterling said, voice full of skepticism.

They clenched their jaw, but stopped themself from commenting on the prostitute part. What did they say to that, though? It was clear what he was thinking, and they could not blame him. They had spent their entire life with that same fear. They had hidden that part of themself, and still was, in the hopes that if they ignored it, they would not act on it, and there would be no reason for that fear. They had been shot for their dishonesty, for seemingly agreeing with the politics they helped along. For hating themself.

“I am...” they started, pausing for a minute, to figure out exactly what they wanted to say. They still weren’t quite at the point where they felt comfortable with the word that they were thinking of. To say it out loud felt too terrifying. All that had happened between Oliver and them was an enormous step toward that, but this was still something private, something they had not yet fully come to terms with, at least outwardly, and they weren’t sure if that would ever happen. 

So they settled on something slightly easier to say. 

“I am not interested in women,” they said, not meeting Sterling’s steady gaze.

“Oh...oh,” he started, obviously at a complete loss. Whatever he had been expecting, it wasn’t that. “Sorry, I didn’t… it’s just you work for Putin, you know? You said you have a wife. I didn’t realize…”

“We all have to do things to survive,” they said, with a little nod, knowing that that, at least, was a concept that Sterling would understand. There was something beneath the bravado, the vaguely flirtatious persona that he projected. Something that Valentin knew meant that he understood something you had to do things you were not proud of to get by, so that one day you might be able to do the opposite.

Sterling nodded, the look on his face different, more serious than it had been before.

“I understand,” he said, voice soft. “I hope one day it doesn’t have to be like that anymore for you.”

“As do I,” they said, frowning slightly as they looked back at him, the frown mirrored on his face, as if they were looking into a mirror. It was disconcerting, seeing their own pain, their own hope reflected on another’s face that looked so identical to theirs.

They were quiet, again, just standing there looking at each other, as if trying to figure something out about each other, about why any of this was happening, why it was them, of all people.

“I should finish getting ready,” they said, gesturing to the suit jacket and the tie, as if that was going to be a grand task to finish.

“Of course, I was in the middle of something anyway,” he shrugged, apparently pretty confident in their ability to just leave whenever they wanted. For some reason, Valentin believed they would be able to do it, though. “It was a pleasure meeting you, Valentin. Have a nice evening at the gala. You’re gonna knock ‘em dead,” Sterling said, reaching over and giving him a rough pat on the shoulder, a strangely familiar but strangely comforting gesture.

Valentin didn’t have a chance to say anything before Sterling disappeared suddenly, leaving them alone and wondering what, exactly, it was going to be like sharing a connection with someone apparently so like themself, and yet so completely different.

#( sterling moran. ) #( self para. ) #i wrote this and i realize there's no reason to post it bc i could just send u the doc #BUT IT FEELS WORTHLESS IF I DON'T PUT IT ON ONE OF THEIR BLOGS

[eel-guy]

Valentine’s Day

This fanfic was made by @transjacks for @gayest-of-the-grumps

Rubberwatson

Coffee Shop Au

What Are The Odds

“Would you rather...have everything but old age kill you or only have old age kill you?”

“Hmm,” Matt said, tapping his fingers on the counter. “You might as well ask me how I’d prefer to die.”

Ryan kicked his feet up on one of the tables and leaned back in his chair. “I thought it was actually pretty deep.”

Matt rolled his eyes. He looked out of the coffee shop window at the typical Californian blue sky. It was 2:13 on the dot, a time following the lunchtime rush and right before everyone would take off work to get their afternoon coffee. Their boss had just went out for their lunch break five minutes ago, and thus the shop was barren except for him and Ryan. It was about this time where they had finished most of their chores and could basically do whatever they wanted without judgment from the customers or the constant tasks given to them by the manager.

It was the one thing that Matt looked forward to while at work.

“It’s a hard one, I’ll give you that,” said Matt while puzzling at the question. “I guess only have old age kill me? I could do basically whatever I want without the fear of death.”

“Yeah, but you only have a set amount of time to do it all,” Ryan replied. “You could do a lot as long as you avoid the things that’ll kill you. You can do way more that way.”

“Pfft, what’s the point if I can’t do anything dangerous? That’s just life like normal, just way longer.”

Ryan took his feet off the table and stood up straight in his chair, obviously wanting to debate. “Why would you want to do things that could kill you? Most of them would hurt anyway. What would you even do anyway? Jump off a cliff? Shoot yourself?”

Before Matt could respond the door opened and a customer walked through. He wasn’t one of the typical regulars that came in in the middle of the day, nor was it anyone from the hipster group that preferred to get their coffee right after lunch.

Matt and Ryan shot up at the same time. Their period of goofing off was over, now it was time to get back to work.

Matt walked up to the cash register and greeted the stranger with his trademark customer service smile. “Hello, how are you today?”

Up close, Matt could get a better look at what the stranger looked like. Almost everything about him seemed warm: his skin, his hair that swooped across his face. Even his lips had red undertones to it. All of it juxtaposed against his the blue of his eyes. He wore casual clothing and carried a small laptop and what seemed to be a tablet in the crevice of his elbow. The stranger smiled and Matt could feel his heart melting at the sight of it. It somehow brightened up his face even more, as well as the entire room. His perfect cheekbones and the crinkles by his eyes made Matt want to smile a genuine smile back.

“Um, sorry, are you doing alright?”

“Huh?” Matt said, coming back to reality. “Oh, y-yeah I’m good. What was that again?”

His smile spread across his face again.  “A large vanilla iced latte, please, for here.”

Matt grabbed a cup from a stack and the Sharpie lying next to him. “And could I get a name?” he said, not making eye contact.

“It’s Ross.”

Matt wrote the name down while repeating it in his head. Ross, he thought. It suites him.

Matt set the cup down and watched as Ryan made the drink.

“Did you see that guy?” he asked Ryan in a forceful whisper.

“The one that just walked in? Yeah, I saw him,” Ryan whispered back, keeping his focus directed towards making the coffee. “He’s kinda cute; he’d be your type.”

Matt crossed his arms and leaned back on the counter. “Yeah, he is. I just can’t seem to think straight around him.”

“Was that supposed to be a pun?”

Matt scowled back at him in response. Ryan just laughed. “You should ask him out.”

“What?! What’s wrong with you! He’s a complete stranger,” Matt huffed out a breath. “I’d just screw up my words again and look ridiculous.”

Ryan smiled and cocked his head to the side. Matt could tell that something was up. “What are the odds that you go up to that guy and start up a conversation?”

Matt groaned. He should have seen this coming. It was a game that he and Ryan had developed a while back. The concept was simple: either he or Ryan would ask “what are the odds” that the other person would do something , typically something embarrassing. The other person would have to give a number, say one in ten. The two of them count to three and say a number in that range. If they say the same number, the person has to do it.

“One in thirty,” Matt said, in a way that made it seem like a challenge. It was the highest Matt had personally gone to.

“Okay,” said Ryan. “3…2…1…”

“17!” they said in unison.

“Ugh,” Matt hunched his shoulders. “Are you serious?”

Ryan smiled and turned towards the back door. “Have fun chatting him up! If you need me I’ll be in the back,” and with that Matt was alone except for Ross.

Matt turned his head to look at the stranger. He was staring at his screen with complete focus, scribbling away on his tablet like his life depended on it.  He looks cute when he’s concentrating, Matt thought. Especially when he furrows his brow and bites his lip and how he has that adorable look on his face-

Matt snapped out of his trance when he noticed that Ross was looking back at him. His face flushed as they stared in silence.

“Um…hi,” Matt said, feeling incredibly awkward in his own skin.

“Hey,” Ross said back, looking as uncomfortable as Matt.

“So... what are you drawing?” said Matt as he gestured to the other man’s laptop.

Ross let out a small laugh. “It‘s not that interesting. I’m just trying out different poses for reference.”

“Could I see it?” Matt asked, almost too eagerly.

“Are you sure? It’s really nothing special to be quite honest.”

Matt’s heart sank. He wasn’t sure if he was being intrusive or not at this point, but it was too late to back down now.

“No! I’d love to see them.”

Ross looked at his computer screen and then back at Matt. “Okay. Come here.”

Matt moved from behind the counter and approached Ross. He turned his laptop so it faced Matt and Matt leaned in to get a better look.

The sketches were beautiful. Even though they had overlapping lines and no clear silhouette, the personality radiated out from the screen. Their poses were dynamic and, although in a cartoon-esque style, the figures came to life.

“Whoa, that’s so good! You’re really talented.”

“Talent has nothing to do with it. I’ve been drawing all my life and I’ve never stopped,” said Ross. “It��s not even that good. You can tell that I’ve rushed in some areas.”

Without him realizing it, the tension in Matt’s body was slowly dissipating and he grew more relaxed the longer the conversation continued. “You should really consider making this your profession.”

Ross smirked. “I’m way ahead of you there. I’m currently working to become an animator.

“Are you serious? That’s so cool. Tell me more about animation.”

“I would but that might take a while. I really don’t want to keep you busy…”

“It’s cool. It’s a slow day anyway. I can take a break for a few.”

Ross’ face lit up and he gestured to the empty seat in front of him. “In that case, please take a seat.”

“One large vanilla iced latte!” said Ryan just as Matt sat down. He winked at Matt as Ross took the coffee from his hands. Matt smirked back at him, but not before rolling his eyes.

Ross sat across from Matt and took a sip of his drink. “So, where were we?”

It seemed like Ross and Matt could talk about anything with each other and be completely invested in the conversation, which is exactly what they did. They talked about everything from their current jobs to art, from their family lives and their least favorite genres of music. Matt had no idea how long they talked for, but it always seemed like not enough. He wanted the conversation to continue and continue and continue.

It wasn’t until Ryan pointed out that Matt needed to start working again or their manager would flip once she came back did Matt end it.

“Sorry, I’ve got to get back to work,” Matt said apologetically.

“It’s fine, I understand. I should probably get going right about now,” Ross said, gathering all of his belongings together. “It was great talking with you.”

“Same here,” Matt replied as he put his apron on. He watched as Ross took out a few dollars from his pocket and put it into the tip jar.

“See you around, Matt,” said Ross, walking out the door.

“See you around, Ross.”

Matt walked back behind the counter and stood next to Ryan.

“Did you see that thing he put in the tip jar? It looked like a slip of paper,” Ryan said while searching through it. “Hmm…oh, here it is.”

Matt snatched the piece of paper from Ryan. On it was a phone number and a small note:

I had so much fun talking with you. Text me!

-Ross O’Donovan

Matt put the paper in his back pocket and smiled to himself. He promised he would.

#Valentine's day exchange #grump exchange #rubberwatson #coffee shop au

[pissbaby-lover]

Cold Snap: College AU Part 3 [Takara and Akira Short Story]

Title: Cold Snap Pairing: Takara Kari x Akira Eri Words: 4723 Warnings/Rating: K

Continued off of this. [1] [2] ~A few weeks have passed and Akira finally decides to make his move.

After their mildly successful mock date, Akira had taken Takara's words to heart and was set on asking her out on an actual date... although it took him a few weeks to finally work up the nerve to ask her.

Takara was laying on her bed reading, though the going was slow as her roommate was more demanding of her attention despite the fact he'd yet to speak to her at all today. She watched him squirm over the edge of her book, fighting to keep from expressing her amusement.

Akira stood in front of her bed, fidgeting excessively with the lining of his pockets, tripping over his words as his heart beat a mile a minute.

“Err... umm... so I was thinking... you know- well, I guess you don't... about... maybe... that second date?” Akira swallowed hard, his eyes darting over to the ferret cage where their two ferrets Luci and Natsu were lounging, taking a moment to mentally scold them for their lazy behavior... though it was more to distract himself from his own discomfort.

Slothful things...

Takara's voice startled Akira out of his thoughts and back to his present task.

“Of course, what day were you thinking?”

“Umm... S-Saturday...” A sudden thought came to him and with it a wave of panic. Akira waved his hand quickly as if taking back his statement but it was more of a fear that she would simply dismiss him for picking the day without asking her first.

“If that's okay with you! If you've got no other plans... that is...” Takara blinked once in surprise, casting a glance at her calendar before returning her gaze to Akira. A slow grin crept across her face and she let out a small chuckle. She was sure it was unintentional... but still...

He really was just too much.

“Saturday is perfect.” Akira breathed a sigh of relief.

“O-okay good...” He stood there silently for a minute or two, awkwardly tapping his hand on his leg before he left Takara to her book, ducking out of the dorm room and avoiding all eye contact with the other students while he made his way to the cafeteria.

He spied James at the far end of the cafeteria, thankful that his friend got the message about meeting him here; he needed advice -as always- about what to do next.

James greeted him with a smirk, the expression making Akira instantly regret calling him, but he went over and sat beside his friend anyways, bracing himself for the ribbing that was sure to follow.

“Hey Akira, looking like a nervous wreck as always.”

“Shut up James... I'm not in the mood...”

“When are you ever?” Akira gave him dirty look.

“...that's not the point...” James propped his head up on the table, his other hand tapping his leg.

“What? Did Takara turn you down?” James knew full well that wasn't the case, he just wanted to get a rise out of Akira. A small grin spread across his face as he asked his next question before Akira could reply to his last one.

“Or did you chicken out again?”

“I did not chicken out again! I asked her and she said yes!” Akira huffed, his voice dropping again as there were already a few students staring.

“We're going out this Saturday...” James looked momentarily startled; he really picked Saturday? James stowed that thought away for the time being and went back to interrogating Akira.

“Well then why are you so mopey and jittery?”

“I... I don't know what to do on the date...” James stared at Akira as if he'd grown a second head.

“Are you serious right now? Wasn't that the whole point of your first date together?” Akira sighed in exasperation.

“Yes... but we obviously can't go to the fair again, now can we? Not only is it closed, but I rather her not think I can't plan a date myself.” James sent him a smug look.

“Well obviously you can't since you're coming to me.”

“Shut up...” Akira grumbled.

“I'll figure something out... maybe just take her to dinner or the movies...” James shook his head.

“Dinner for sure, but you'll need to be a little more creative than that. Try to think about the things she likes, then incorporate them into the date.” Akira bit at his lip, thinking.

Something she would like?

He had known Takara for a while, so there must be something she'd be both interested in and would make an excellent date. While he sat there racking his brain for ideas, James watched in amusement, a small grin spreading across his face.

“So... Saturday huh?” he said nonchalantly. Akira looked up to him suspiciously.

“Err... yes? What, is that a bad day or something? Is is going to storm?” James shook his head again.

“Not that I know of, I was just confirming.” He pulled out his phone to check the time then stood, grabbing his bag.

“I've go to get to class now; good luck buddy! I'm sure you'll do just fine. She fancies you, you know?” He chuckled and sent Akira a wave, disappearing into the horde of students and leaving Akira alone with his thoughts.

Something Takara would like...

He let out a shaky breath to calm himself, the outline of the date slowly coming together in his mind. Maybe James was right; he could do this...

Now he just had to make it till Saturday.

“So are you wanting to go for a spin on the horse tornado? Or do you have other plans?” Takara teased, lightly bumping his shoulder with her own. Akira shot her a dirty look, then cleared his throat  and recomposed himself.

“It's a surprise,” he informed her, smirking slightly. It was early afternoon and they were headed up into town to began their night out.

He had already surprised her earlier that day with a bouquet of roses, though as it seemed every store in town was out of stock of red roses, he had gone for lavender instead of the more abundant yellow, as yellow roses on a second date was more of an insult than a gift.

Takara was thrilled with them either way and had immediately gone out to get a vase for them to set on her nightstand, explaining she wanted them to last as long as possible.

She was currently walking beside him with a spring in her step, her head tilting in interest at his response.

“Oh, alright then. Surprise me.” Takara gave Akira a genuine smile this time in trade of her usual grin and his face flushed pink, that unsettling feeling returning in his chest. Despite that, he still managed to hold one gloved hand out to her, which she took without hesitation.

Akira lead her up to the strip mall, looking down to Takara to speak to her, a sly expression on his face that caught Takara momentarily off guard.

“I thought we could spend some time window shopping before dinner as we left a little early. Where would you like to go first?” he asked.

Akira had planned this from the get go, intending on taking her out shopping -and buying an outfit or two for her- then it was on to dinner at a nice restaurant, and finally they would finish the night out at a local club, knowing Takara had a love for dancing.

Simple and suited his needs for something that both of them would enjoy, though he obviously put her interests before his own.

Takara hummed quietly, her eyes scanning over the various shops along the boardwalk.

“How about there?” She pointed to a moderately priced store full of nice casual wear. Akira noted the display of sweaters and long sleeve shirts at the front and chuckled, replying to her choice with a mild dose of snark.

“Oh, excellent. Maybe I can interest you in some new sweaters so you can stop taking mine?” he teased, earning a laugh from his companion.

“Hmmm... maybe... I do need some new sweaters, but I won't promise to stop taking yours.” She poked him on the cheek as they walked to the store, Akira letting go of her hand so he could hold the door open for her.

“Well it was worth a try at least,” he sighed, though there was still a smile on his face as he watched Takara traverse the store, happily picking through the sweaters and fondling them in an attempt to find the softest material.

They spent a good hour or so shopping, Akira kept choosing clothes for Takara to try on and most everything she picked up he ended up buying for her. Luckily for him, he was smart enough to set extra money aside for dinner as well as any emergencies.

Leaving the store in high spirits and with a few shopping bags, Akira lead Takara toward the restaurant he had planned on taking her to eat...

But soon they ran into a problem...

“Why is every restaurant we pass so damned full of people?” He grumbled, tugging at his scarf before taking her hand again. While normally the upper end restaurants were without excessive crowds, given this was a collage town, today was different.

He was now wishing he had made reservations as it seemed every place they passed was filled to the brim and had over an hour wait.

Takara gave Akira a strange look at his grumblings, realizing he really had no idea what today was.

“Because it's Valentine's Day.”

“Well I for one–” Akira paused and looked at Takara, his mouth still hanging open. A deep shade of red bloomed on his cheeks as he dropped his hand back to his side, looking away from her sheepishly.

He had completely forgotten.

“Oh... well fuck...” Akira muttered aloud. That explained why James made such a big deal about today... as well as a slew of other things he had failed to notice up until now.

But then again, Takara had said something about today as well...

Akira only needed to think about it for a moment before his brain happily reminded him what Takara had said earlier that week.

-Saturday is perfect.-

And she knew what today was...

The thought made Akira turn red and left him fumbling on what to do next as this wasn't really part of the plan.

Takara watched him, tempted as always to inquire what was wrong...

Not that she didn't already know.

“Are you alright?”

“J-just fine...” Akira said, his voice cracking. The implication behind this specific day only added more pressure to the desire to please her, and worsened the turmoil in the pit of his stomach. He swallowed and looked at her out of the corner of his eye as she spoke again.

“Don't worry about it so much, Akira.” Takara let out a tiny sigh, though that small sound carried more weight than he'd even heard in Isamu's angry rants.

“It's never really been that big of a deal for me.” She realized after she said it, that her words sounded a bit too dismissive and might discourage Akira, adding to her statement to farther explain and to put his mind at ease.

“As much as I can appreciate the sentiment, it's usually just another day for me, so you needn't be worried about the holiday. I'm just happy to be spending time with you.” Takara smiled encouragingly at him before tugging on his arm to redirect him to a tiny coffee shop on the other side of the street.

“Let's eat here. It's not too crowded and the food's delicious.”

“Ah... al-alright,” he said in a slightly defeated tone.

Here he was hoping to take her out to a nice high-end restaurant, but with all the places they had checked so far completely booked, there was few other options.

He guessed it was better than going back to the dorm and eating food from the cafeteria...

Musing over this as they headed to the coffee shop, he grimaced in disgust, snapping out of his thoughts long enough to hold the door open for Takara before trailing in behind her and up to the counter. Akira stole a glance from Takara, who was too preoccupied with the menu to notice.

The festive red and white hearts peppered around the border made Akira remember what she had said outside about Valentine’s Day.

Never been a big deal huh...

He decided that even if Takara never viewed this day as anything important, he was going to make today memorable -which was his intention in the first place, holiday or not. Her previous statement about being happy with his company alone gave him and extra dose of determination.

After placing their order they took a seat in a corner table at the far end of the cafe so they could have some privacy.

With the soft mellow music and dim lighting, it almost appeared that they were in one of those fancy restaurants up the street.

Might as well make the most of it.

Akira looked over in a not so subtle method, siding his hand over to take Takara's, his fingers gently wrapping around hers. Takara looked over at him in surprise but he was busy avoiding eye contact with her, intensely watching the barista preparing another order.

She smiled softly, knowing full well that any acknowledgment of Akira's actions would only send him retreating into himself. Her head turning to the same barista, she closed her fingers around his, looking content.

Akira's eyes darted down to their clasped hands then briefly to Takara's face and he seemed to visibly relax, the corners of his mouth turning up into a small smile.

They waited in a comfortable silence that was only broken once their food had arrived. Akira looked at their hands again and chuckled awkwardly, squeezing Takara's hand gently before retracting his own.

“I'll take this back for now,” he said, picking up his fork.

“Only if you promise to return it to me later,” she replied with a mischievous grin, her hand taking her spoon. Akira blushed a bit at her words, but as he was feeling a little more comfortable, sent her a charming smile before moving to eat.

“It's a deal.”

They ate their meal together, chatting endlessly about school and playfully teasing one another. Both were so wrapped up in each others company that neither of them noticed how late it was getting, even as the little cafe began to empty.

This wasn't so bad, Akira decided, watching Takara laugh at a witty comment he had just made. Though this wasn't his first choice in location, his date was enjoying herself well enough.

He looked over to the clock on the far wall and his eyes widened.

“Well, um... if you're ready, I've got one more surprise in store for you,” he said, standing and offering Takara his hand once more, the other grabbing the shopping bags beside their table. Takara hummed quietly and took his hand, getting to her feet.

“I am ready, lead the way.” She dipped her head to him, and Akira nodded back to her in return, leading her to the exit. When he opened the door for her, a sharp gust of wind blew in, the cold cutting through them both.

“Whoa...” Takara muttered, squinting into the wind as she took in the drastic changes that had taken place outside while they were eating.

The time was not the only thing that had slipped past them both, as there was a small blizzard outside that was steadily increasing in intensity. The pavement was already covered and there were small drifts forming alongside the walls of the cafe.

Takara glanced up at Akira, pulling her hood up to cover her head, an amused grin spreading across her face.

“Was this the surprise you had planned?” She asked.

“No... and I thought James said it wasn't supposed to storm...” Akira couldn't help but whine, looking around with a horrified expression. With no end in sight, the storm was far too bad for them to continue on to the dance club safely.

“Maybe we'd be better off heading back to campus...” Takara called over the howling wind, confirming Akira's fears.

“Alright... let's head back...” His quiet words were lost in the storm, but Takara read his face well enough to know what he said. She took his hand again and lead the way back to the collage, not that he really noticed as he was too busy wallowing in self piety.

Some date...

They trudged through the rapidly piling snow, stumbling here and there over hidden obstacles before they finally had reached the dorms, Akira finding himself long enough to hold the door open for Takara once more, though his expression was still grim.

They had walked outside without speaking to each other as the wind was far too loud for them to talk without shouting, but once away from the excess noise, Akira felt it was necessary to apologize.

“Ugh... today has been a disaster...” he muttered, looking down to Takara out of the corner of his eye. Her brows were knit in agitation at his words and it made him feel all the more worse at the way today had gone.

“I-I'm sorry... I really wanted... things to go according to plan...” he spoke, his heart sinking into his stomach at her dissatisfied expression and he turned his head away as he couldn't bare to look at it any longer.

“Akira...” She released his hand, which left a painful twinge in his chest, just adding to his list of disappointments until she placed her hand on his cheek, making him start.

They had stopped walking at this point and Akira hesitantly looked down at her, waiting for her to speak again.

“I know you probably had this extraordinary plan for today's date, and while it is unfortunate that I didn't get to experience that with you...” she trailed off for a moment as Akira had tried to turn his head from her again, but she stopped it, her hand moving to his chin and using a bit more force than before to make him look at her.

Her eyes stared intently into his and Akira could feel the heat rising to his cheeks again. Takara smiled suddenly, continuing on now that his attention was back on her.

“I still enjoyed myself. Like I said earlier tonight, I'm just happy to spend time with you. That means more to me than anything we could be doing together... alright?” She spoke earnestly, and despite how upsetting it was that his planning was wasted...

Maybe this was the better outcome.

“You... you're serious, right?” He asked, still feeling a tad unsure. Takara chuckled, her hand moving to pat him gently on the cheek before she withdrew it.

“I am.” She sent him a dazzling smile, which was by far the most reassuring thing that she had done thus far. He couldn't help but smile in return, breathing a quiet sigh of relief, grateful she was so willing to convince him that she had enjoyed herself.

“Good... I'm glad...”

“I don't know why you're so worried about winning me over or impressing me; you've already won me over. That's why I'm here with you now.” Takara leaned over and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before heading up the hall.

He stared at her, flustered, until a few snarky words and an idea popped into his head. A smug look appeared on Akira's face at the thought and he called to her on impulse, moving to catch up with her.

“Hey Taka;” She turned her head toward him, looking inquisitive.

“You missed.” He spoke simply. Takara raised a brow at the expression on his face.

“Missed w–” His lips met hers before she even finished speaking, hand sliding under her chin and tilting her head up.

The kiss, although brief was enough to stun Takara, and ended with her kissing back just as he moved away. She huffed quietly and then spoke, a sly edge sneaking into her voice.

“It's about time you did that...” she said, taking hold of his scarf and pulling him into another kiss before he could turn from her.

He stiffened momentarily, his face blooming into a brilliant shade of red, but relaxed into the kiss once he realized what was happening, one hand moving to cup her cheek.

After what seemed like forever, Takara broke the kiss, though she lingered close to him to say one last thing, her voice soft.

“I've been waiting.” Akira chuckled nervously in response, his hand traveling up to play with his bangs, his fingers combing through them in an anxious manner. His hand found hers again as they continued back to the comfort of their dorm.

“Well... was it worth the wait?”

Takara shook her head lightly.

Did he really need to ask that?

“Yes. Of course it was,” she informed him as they approached the door to their dorm. Takara smirked slightly and looked up to him, adding to her previous statement.

“But then again if you recall, I did say you only kiss me while your drunk and that I wanted that to change... or have you forgotten that already?” Takara quirked a brow at Akira as he unlocked the door. Akira merely cleared his throat, fumbling with the lock for a few seconds before managing to get the door open.

“I vaguely recall that conversation...” he muttered, swiftly stepping into their room to avoid her gaze, the blush returning to his face. Takara cackled and closed the door, relieving Akira of the shopping bags with her clothes in them and placing them onto her bed.

“Vaguely huh... I guess I'll need to keep reminding you.” She sent him a smirk as she got out of her coat, her words making his heart jump and sending a warm feeling throughout his body.

He looked at her as he removed his own coat, raising a brow in interest, willing himself to remain at ease long enough to enjoy this strange new feeling.

“Hmm... is that so? I don't think I would be opposed to this...” he replied slyly, watching the grin on Takara's face widen. She made a motion to step closer to him, but as was the theme of the day, she was interrupted halfway.

Just when the day was starting to get better, the lights in their room flickered once then sputtered out, enveloping them both in darkness.

Way to ruin the mood.

“You're kidding me right?” Akira muttered, flipping the light switch on and off again, but the light would not return. He heard Takara sigh as she pulled her phone out and used the screen to see, stumbling over to the window.

“Seems like the storm knocked the power out... look.” Akira could see a faint outline of Takara's face illuminated by her phone and made his way over to look out the window himself.

After Takara pocketed her phone again, the dark returned, stretching not only in their dorm, but throughout the courtyard and the buildings beyond.

Even the streetlights were out.

“Well... now what?” Takara asked. Akira was at a loss; even with Takara's support, the mishaps from today as well as... whatever that was that almost happened, had worn Akira out and he could barely think.

“Not sure... can't even read in this dark...” He heard Takara hum beside him, wincing at the light as she pulled her phone from her pocket again to see.

“Wanna watch movies on my laptop? I borrowed a few bad horror films from Isamu so we could make fun of them until we're too tired to watch any longer.”

Akira shrugged slightly, willing to just go with whatever she wanted as it was the easiest thing to do.

“Sounds good to me, there's not much else we can do without power.” Takara had a few ideas of what they could do, but was kind enough to keep them to herself for the time being. She really didn't think that Akira could handle anything else she suggested.

They settled in on Akira's bed, leaning against the wall and wrapped up in his blanket with the laptop sitting on Takara's knees.

Over the course of the first half hour, Akira had crept his arm behind Takara, slowly inching his way closer to her as she did the same. By the end of the first movie, they had their sides pressed together, his arm around her while she had laid her head on his shoulder.

They stayed like that for a few hours, watching movies and laughing until her laptop died.

“Well... that's the end of that...” Takara sighed, lifting her head from Akira's shoulder and closing the laptop. Though neither of them had class tomorrow, the power was still out and it was so late into the next morning that they were left with no other options besides sleep.

Takara made a motion to get up but did not get very far.

Akira leaned over and grabbed her wrist not unlike the night of their last date... save for the fact he was quite sober tonight, even if he didn't feel as such. He opened his mouth to speak but his mind went blank and he felt if he tried to talk, he'd only stutter.

“U-umm...” He struggled to express himself properly, but unfortunately for him, Akira could not find the right words to say what he wanted...

Not that it mattered as Takara had figured it out for him even without being able to see his face.

“Scoot over; it's chilly tonight, my bed's too far away and the blankets are cold,” she said, listing off excuses that Akira would otherwise have dismissed.

He silently slid over without argument, his cheeks slowly turning a bright shade of red, thankful it was too dark for Takara to see.

Though he was grateful she had figured out what he wanted, Takara's uncanny ability to read his mind made him incredibly uneasy at times.

Akira fixed the blanket so it was covering both of them when he realized that he only had one pillow. Once again, Takara found the solution before he had time to consider how to solve the problem.

She moved to lay her head on his shoulder as they had done earlier, the action making his pulse quicken, and yet he found himself less flustered than normal. He awkwardly wrapped his arm around her, letting out a breath of air.

“Thank you for sharing your bed with me,” Takara muttered quietly, making Akira start.

“I-It's not what you think... I just... don't want you to be cold...” He said, sounding defensive. Anyone else who heard him would almost be insulted by his words, but Takara knew Akira well enough and let out a quiet laugh, closing her eyes.

“How very chivalrous... I'm lucky to have you...” she teased, lifting her head up to give him a quick kiss on the lips, catching him off guard. He chuckled slightly, pleased, before whispering back to her.

“And I'm happy that I can say the same about you...” He smiled and pulled her closer, sighing in content. Her hand crept up into his hair and he let out another sigh, turning his head to look at her outline in the darkness, unaware that she was looking back at him.

Unbeknownst to whoever made the first move, it didn't take long for their lips to meet again, and this time they didn't part.

They had little trouble keeping each other warm despite the storm still raging on outside, falling asleep a short time later in each others arms.

Thank you for reading; if you’d like to read more of my original writing, you can find the masterpost here. [X]

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