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rebeccccccaaa · 3 years

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ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ ʀɪɢʜᴛ _____________________

ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ’s!ʙᴇsᴛ!ғʀɪᴇɴᴅ!ʙᴜᴄᴋʏ ʙᴀʀɴᴇs ᴀᴜ

sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: You and Buck have always been close growing up but you two soon learn that the line that separates friendly and flirting is a lot thinner than you think.

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: fluff, slight angst bc u got a shit bf, big bro vibes from bucky, smut duh [18+ minors dni (slight praise but also slight degradation, marking, belly bulge, squirting, fem!rec oral, unprotected sex, plz be safe irl, slight choking, pet names: darling&princess, i think that’s it lmk plz)]

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You knew this was a horrible idea.

It’s Saturday night and you and your boyfriend were back in another night club after being kicked out from one just hours before. Daniel had gotten too drunk, as he always does, causing you to kindly ask the bartender to cut him off. Daniel didn’t take that too lightly resulting in a gnarly swing at the poor guy just doing his job.

Security threw you out and Daniel called an Uber to go where you thought was going to be your apartment but twenty minutes later you pulled up to another club practically on the other side of town. You yelled at Daniel but he pushed aside stumbling inside for yet even more drinks and mistakes waiting for him inside.

You sat at the bar simply drinking some water and snacking on some peanuts keeping your eye on your garbage boyfriend. You're constantly checking the time on your phone, annoyed with every passing minute. It was 2 am and you just wanted to go home and sleep. You were even debating texting your brother Steve hoping you could just crash at his place not too far from where you were but it would be incredibly irresponsible to just leave Daniel in the state he’s in.

So you waited and waited and waited. Your eyelids felt heavy and your energy was just completely drained. You were basically a zombie. It wasn’t until a guy approached your half asleep body that you felt a sense of alert. Daniel was shit-faced so you were practically defenseless.

“Hey,” the guy shouted over the music.

“Sorry, I’m not interested. My boyfriend’s-” you quickly said, only to be cut off.

“Don’t worry. I’m not gonna hit on you. I’ve got a boyfriend of my own,” he chuckled, making you breathe out in relief.

“Sorry,” you cringed at yourself.

“It’s alright; but uh, I hate to be the one to tell you this. You might want to check with your boyfriend,” he said sympathetically.

You pushed your way through the crowd scanning every face in search of Daniel. What did he do? Is he hurt? Did he get in trouble again? Is he getting arrested? Where is he-

“Daniel?” you said eyes tearing up a bit.

His arms were wrapped around another girl’s waist as he kissed her the way he kissed you. She practically moaned as their tongues slobbered disgustingly with each other. Their hips grinding against each other proactively as if you weren’t even there. Sadness turned to anger, and anger turned to rage, gripping Daniel’s short hairs and pulling his head away from whoever this girl was.

“What the fuck?” the girl complained, her eyes completely bloodshot.

“Did he tell you that he was here with his girlfriend tonight?” you're sad with gritted teeth. Daniel stumbled around still unable to register what the hell was happening.

“Oh my god, you forreal?” she said.

“Who fucking cares? She’s a prude anyway. I got more action with you than I did her in the past, what, six months?” Daniel slurred.

“You know what, you’re a fucking prick, dude. She deserves so much better than you; I bet your dick is small anyway,” the girl said.

“Fuck you too bitch,” Daniel spit.

“I can’t believe you,” you said.

“Oh, whoop-dee-doo, big fucking surprise. Babe, you’re a prude. Can’t you see it? I don’t know why I’m wasting my time with you anymore,” he practically puked out the words without any second thought.

“Fine, then I hope you enjoy the rest of your night, you fucking asshole,” you stormed away holding in the tears; he wasn’t worth it.

Almost three am and you just dumped your cheating lowlife boyfriend on the other side of town. Steve wasn’t answering his phone and you even wanna be near the club anymore. Walking speedily staring at your screen desperate to call an Uber home, you bumped harshly into a hard chest falling to the ground on your bum.

“Fucking hell, I’m so sorry, darling,” the man said helping you up by your elbows.

“It’s ok. I wasn’t looking- Bucky?”

“Oh, hey kid. What are you doing? It’s like three in the morning and you don’t live anywhere near here,” Bucky said, crossing his arms.

“Daniel got himself kicked from the one by our apartment and Ubered here instead.”

“So where’s Daniel?” Bucky scowled; he’s always hated that guy, so did Steve.

“Probably fucking some other chick in the bathroom,” your voice cracked.

“What?”

“It’s nothing; I just want to go home,” you cried.

“Hey, it’s ok; it’s ok. Do you wanna crash at me and Steve’s? He’s gone for the weekend with Peggy; you can stay in his room at least for the night,” Bucky offered; so that’s why Steve’s not answering his phone.

“I don’t wanna intrude on your night. I can just call an Uber, it’s fine.”

“No, it’s not. Steve’ll kill me if he found out I left his baby sis alone in the streets of New York at three in the morning. It’s not a problem, we were just bar hopping and I stopped drinking ages ago.”

“Are you sure, Buck?”

“Of course,” he smiled warmly at you.

“Hey, Nat!”

“What’s up?” a beautiful redhead approached you both.

“Gonna head home ; don’t do anything stupid,” he chuckled.

“You too,” she wiggled her eyebrows suggestively, “Catch you Monday?”

“You’re stupid. I’ll see ya,” Bucky laughed before grabbing your hand and headed towards his apartment.

“Thanks again, Buck. For letting me stay here tonight,” you said once you entered his apartment.

It had been a while since you hung out at your brother’s apartment but nothing’s changed. Typical men and their inability to change even a throw pillow. You set your small bag on the couch before Bucky led you to Steve’s room. There were pictures of you and him posing at Steve’s graduation; and later your own. Pictures of Steve and Bucky at a theme park, during a bar-be-que for Steve’s birthday. So many memories that Steve held onto in his room.

“Time really flies doesn’t it?” Bucky said, slightly startling you.

“Sorry,” he chuckled.

“No, you’re fine. But you’re right. Feels all these pictures were taken yesterday,” you reminisced.

“I got you some clothes if you need to change; I’ll give you privacy,” Bucky said, slipping from the room briskly.

You sat on the bed frustrated with everything. Your body was so drained from being up so early in the night, to the fight with Daniel. The past couple months with him were so awful. He was just so mean to you all the time and you didn’t know what you did wrong. Where did it go wrong? When did things shift?

"Is everything ok, darling?" Bucky asked quietly, knocking on the door when you hadn't come out after a while.

"What did I do wrong? I thought he loved me," you choked out.

Bucky sighed as he walked over to the bed sitting beside you before engulfing you in a warm hug. You cried into his shoulder and Bucky couldn't help the anger that bubbled inside him for your excuse of a boyfriend Daniel. He never got along with the guy and now he finally has a reason to knock his teeth in.

"You didn't do anything, I know it. That prick wouldn't know love if it hit him in the face. It's his loss. You deserve so much better than that asshole. Look at me, you're so beautiful and funny and fucking adorable; any guy who can't see how perfect you are, is a dense piece of shit."

"James," you whispered.

His words made your heart skip and your stomach flutter. But Bucky’s always had that effect on you. Even growing up. You weren’t going to sit there and pretend that hearing his words hadn't had a deeper effect than they would’ve coming from Daniel. Sometimes you wondered what being with Bucky would be like. You’re not the first to admit how handsome Bucky was and growing up you did have quite the crush on your brother’s best friend.

You don't know what it was, whether it was the alcohol still swimming through your veins, or just feeling so vulnerable being in Bucky's arms but you wanted him badly. You needed him, needed to feel something again. And you knew he could give it to you. You pressed your lips to his and in an instant his hands dropped to your hips pulling you impossibly close against his body. Your hands went to the back of his head as you kissed him messily. Your noses bumped and teeth clashed but it was the best kiss you’ve ever had.

“Fuck, your brother’s gonna kill me,” Bucky mumbled, almost to himself, as he slowly laid you down on your back.

Bucky’s hands trailed up your thighs, squeezing the soft flesh every now and then as he continued kissing you passionately. Your own hands couldn’t help but tug at his shirt desperately. When he did so, your breath was completely taken away. It had been years since you’d seen Bucky without a shirt.

Not only had he been quite skinny just like your brother back then, but not long after leaving for college with Steve he was in a bike accident that left him with ghastly scars and burns along his left arm and shoulder. Since then, it’s fair to say Bucky never really ever took his shirt off. It had taken years just for him to remove the glove he’d always wear to cover the scars on his hand.

“You’ve gotten so strong, James,” you grinned, reaching out to brush the flexed muscles running down his front.

He simply stared at you with an anticipating and anxious expression on his face, waiting for you to state the obvious. When you didn’t, when you pulled his head down to kiss him once again, he almost cried. Bucky hadn’t been with a woman in so long, afraid of this very moment. He knew at that moment, there was no one quite like you.

Bucky fell in love.

“Let me take care of you, darling. You’ve been so good to me,” Bucky whispered huskily in your ear as he trailed his hand under your own shirt brushing his fingertips along the underside of your breast.

His lips pressed softly against your hot skin along your neck before standing up between your legs at the end of the bed. He pulled your shirt off then played cheekily with the straps of your bra that you still had on. You smiled back at him with the same playful stare, reaching behind you to unclasp the material.

You could see the way Bucky’s eyes darken and his pupils widened as he stared in awe at your naked chest. Your skin bursted into chills under his hungry gaze even though you felt like you were burning up. Bucky leaned forward kissing down the valley of your breasts, nipping once in a while playfully before laying you back down. He shimmied you out of your bottoms easily, kneeling on the ground leaving you completely bare before him.

“You are absolutely stunning, princess,” Bucky whispered, running his hands up your thighs slowly.

“Bucky, please. I need you,” you whimpered.

“Don’t worry, darling. I promise I’m gonna take good care of you,” he smirked devilishly.

He pushed your knees open, eyeing the arousal that glistened between your thighs. He brought his fingers up to you slowly rubbing your slick around before finally pushing a thick and long finger past your folds. Your body shuddered solely at the foreign but pleasurable feeling, already moaning softly.

Bucky’s cock strained through pants upon hearing your beautiful moans; they were like music to his ears. He couldn’t help the way his hips would buck into the mattress in a desperate attempt to relieve some pain from his erection. Soon after he pulled his fingers from you slowly only to thrust them further in you, curling his fingers just right.

He brought his mouth down to you, wrapping his lips around your clit sucking harshly. You gasped and your back arched, overwhelmed with pleasure Bucky was giving you with just his mouth and fingers. All the times that you’d given yourself to your ex, he had never made you feel this good before, feel this full; let alone with his fingers. Bucky was taking his time with you solely for your own pleasure and it made your heart swoon.

Your legs trapped Bucky’s head between your thighs, squeezing as he continued to eat you out like a starved man. Your hands went to his hair pulling on his dark locks causing Bucky to moan deeply against you. You were so close to a release; your legs shaking violently and your stomach tightening.

“Come on, princess. Want you to come all over my face. Can you do that for me, darling?”

“Fuck!”

“Be a good girl and make a mess,” Bucky teased.

His fingers moved faster as he swirled his tongue around and over your clit just as quickly. You were becoming overwhelmed and that coil bursted in the pit of your stomach. You pushed Bucky’s face from you, shrieking with pure pleasure; Bucky’s kept the rapid pace with fingers as you fell over the edge.

“Fucking hell, that was so hot, princess,” Bucky said standing up; his fingers, arm, his chest was covered in your arousal.

“Did I do that?” your voice trembled.

“Because of me,” Bucky winked playfully.

“I didn’t know I could do that,” you let your head fall back on the bed as you briefly caught your breath.

Bucky grabbed his shirt that he discarded not long ago and quickly wiped his chest and arm before discarding his pants and boxers. He nearly moaned at the feeling when he finally freed his dick from the restraining garments. His hand instantly wrapped around the base before pumping himself a few times.

You brought yourself onto your elbows momentarily ogling at the sight of Bucky completely bare before you. Your mouth practically watered at the sight. Bucky crawled over you kissing you deeply and messily; but perfectly. He pulled away and you both had goofy smiles on your faces before bursting into a fit of giggles, Bucky’s head burying into the crook of your neck.

“You’re so goddamn adorable, princess,” Bucky’s voice was muffled.

“Bucky,” you whined.

You couldn’t resist squirming underneath the burly man. Although, you’ve just had what was probably the best orgasm you’ve ever had, you wanted more. You needed more; you needed Bucky.

“I got you, darling. I got you.”

Bucky wanted to tease you more, make you beg, but he was just as desperate to feel you as you were. He propped himself up on his elbows kissing you one last time before reaching between your bodies and lining his dick with your entrance. Both you and Bucky moaned simultaneously as he stretched you out; curses spilling from his lips as incoherent moans fell from yours.

“So fucking tight, princess. Squeezing my cock just right, aren’t ya?” he whispered.

“Fuck, I feel so full,” you whimpered.

Bucky began to slowly move his hips in and out of you deliciously. He quickly picked up the pace, jetting his hips rapidly making your moans louder. Bucky sat up on his knees and gripped your waist surely to leave bruises in your wake. This new angle surprised you and you couldn’t help the squeals and moans that left your mouth. You chanted Bucky's name like a prayer; as if it was the only word you knew.

Bucky watched you carefully, your face contorting with pure euphoric pleasure. He couldn’t help notice the small bump in your lower belly and without a second thought, he grabbed your hands pressing them firmly over your tummy.

“You feel how deep I am, darling? Fucking poking through,” Bucky grunted.

“Shit! Oh, it feels so good,” you moaned.

“That’s right, no one’s ever gonna fuck you this good again. This pussy’s mine now,” Bucky growled.

He took one of his hands and wrapped it around your throat squeezing the sides gently but firm at the same time. Your eyes rolled back and you moaned even louder, confident that the neighbors were sure to complain in the morning. Feeling Bucky’s hand around your neck was so exhilarating; you and Daniel had never ever experimented with anything beyond a pair of handcuffs, and that particular night went horribly.

You like being choked by Bucky.

“Fucking slut; you like this, don’t ya?” he came down to whisper huskily against your lips.

“Mh-hm,” you moaned with a devilish grin, your bottom lip resting between your teeth before your eyes rolled back again.

“Such a fucking beauty you are.”

Bucky hips snapped in and out and he knew it wouldn’t be long until he needed to release.

“God, I’m close, princess,” he growled.

His hand moved to rest on the back of your neck to pull you up so you straddled his thighs and your chest was flushed against his. Your sensitive and hardened nipples brushed against his slightly sweaty skin causing you to shudder in pleasure. Bucky’s lips attached themselves to your skin along your collar bones sucking harshly leaving purple marks all along.

Your legs shook once again as they did before and soon enough with an arched back and shout of Bucky’s name you came all over his cock. Overwhelmed with your sex, Bucky bit harshly on your shoulder in a poor attempt to muffled the loud groans and moans he elicited. Feeling your velvety walls squeeze tightly around him pushed him over the edge, coating your walls with hot ribbons on cum.

He fell forward almost crushing you but you were too tired to complain. Bucky continued to pepper soft kisses all over your skin whispering how good you were to him, how beautiful you looked. Just absolutely showering with compliments. You felt him slowly getting off you, probably afraid he was crushing you, but you didn’t want him to leave just yet.

“Don’t,” you whispered, wrapping your arms tightly around his body.

“I don’t want to crush you, darling.”

“You’re not.”

Bucky chuckled before settling completely above you, careful not to make you uncomfortable. Hardly any time went by when he felt the even and soft puffs of air hitting his skin, sure that you had fallen asleep. He picked himself up and with major guilt for his best friend, picked you up from the bed and walked you to his own room.

After he was sure you stayed sound asleep, Bucky grabbed a clean pair of boxers and hurried himself to Steve’s room again. He collected all the discarded clothes and the dirty sheets and tossed them in the washing machine to clean right away.

He hadn’t meant to fuck his best friend’s little sister, let alone in his own room, on his own bed, but it all happened so fast.

He went back to his room letting the clothes do it’s thing, and quickly grabbed his phone. He messaged Steve, telling him that when he got back for his weekend with Peggy, he really needed to talk to him.

Tonight made Bucky realize how much he loved you. Growing up, you two had always been close. But he doesn’t know when he stopped being friendly and instead began flirting. Bucky wanted to be with you; he knew it now more than ever.

Bucky watched your gorgeous sleeping form on his bed. He smiled to himself before opening the window; the sun already rising and those beautiful golden rays seeped through the glass window, making you look angelic. He crawled into bed cuddling flushed against your naked body. He chuckled softly when you realized he’d returned, wiggling even further into his arms.

“I love you, Bucky,” you mumbled.

“I love you, too, darling.”

And he really, and truly did love you. As did you love him.

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la-fille-en-aiguilles · 3 years

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Billy Russo x Female!Reader

Request by @nebulastarr : Hey! Whenever requests open up again, could you do a Billy Russo x Reader where the reader liked Billy but doesn’t want to tell him because she thinks he won’t feel the same way

A/N: I was going to wait and get down to writing this once I was finished with my series... But this one has simply hit a little too close to home. I couldn’t stop thinking about it when I saw it and I ended up putting a lot of personal stuff in it so I’m sorry if it feels chaotic at times. Thank you for requesting, love, I hope it lives up to your expectations. The Only Living Thing series will be back with its third part next week. The song: Isak Danielson - Power

All you heard was an excited scream, that raised above all of the New York’s past-6-pm commotion, as a slender tall body smashed into you, locking you in a bone-crushing hug. You laughed happily, albeit feeling a little bit uncomfortable in Karen’s strong hold. You knew it didn’t seem that way, but Karen packed a wicked punch in those elegant arms of hers. Those self-defense sessions with Frankie boy that she’s been gushing about over the phone must have been finally paying off.

“Once I am done hugging you, I am so kicking your ass,” she breathed out into your hair as she squeezed you harder, as if reading your thoughts. “You’ve been ghosting me for what, a month now?”

You sighed guiltily as Karen pushed you slightly away, keeping her hands on your shoulders. You watched her as she studied your face, a creeping smile stinging at the corners of her mouth.

Grabbing one of her elbows, you groaned dramatically, pulling her towards the busy road. With your hands locked, you finally admitted:

“I did suck at communicating these past couple of weeks. Work’s been…. hectic”, the lie tasted bitter on your tongue, but this was the best explanation you’ve been able to come up with so far. “Please don’t kill me”.

Trying to keep up with your power walk, Karen let a bubbling laughter leave her lips.

“You’re not the one who should be worried then,” she gave you one of those bright trademark smiles of hers. “Next time I’m going to interview Russo, I’ll…”

You stuttered at her tirade as you walked, and of course it didn’t go by unnoticed. Karen was the best journalist you have ever met during your prominent career. She just sensed that sort of thing.

“I’m getting this ‘I-meant-to-tell-you-Karen-but-I-didn’t-and-now-you’ll-need-to-fight-it-out-of-me’ vibe”, she gave you a scrutinising look. “Want to maybe share whatever it is you’ve been not telling me before I go full interrogation mode on your plump backside?”

You rolled your eyes as you led her to a terrace-ringed Upper East Side high-rise, waving to the doorman through the glass doors. Jackson, a thirty-five year old ex-military with three kids and a labrador, gave you a brilliant smile as he hurried to open them for you.

“Good evening, Mrs Y/L/N!” He bowed his head in a stiff, very army-like manner. “A package arrived this afternoon for you, should I bring it up?”

From the corner of your eye, you caught Karen looking around, confusion written all over her face. You had a lot to catch up on.

“Don’t worry about it, Jax, just give it to me,” you didn’t mean to urge him, but you couldn’t wait to change out of your corporate attire into some comfortable old pyjamas and crack open a bottle of whiskey - that’s right, some habits did die hard. And to think you were a bubbles-kind of girl a year ago when you met him.

You could feel Karen’s blue eyes drill a hole in the back of your head as you took a small, envelope-sized package from Jackson’s hands.

It wasn’t until you both stepped into the elevator that Karen cleared her throat.

“When you said you’d rather have a girls’ night in, I asked Frank to pick me up from Queens, not from…here,” she spoke, her eyes skimming expensive red wood and mirrors. “Did you finally sleep with Russo and moved in with him?”

Whatever it was that Karen expected you to say to that, it definitely didn’t include you spitting out a roaring laugh, as you nearly dropped the package on the floor.

“Quite the opposite, actually,” you informed her after you finally restored your breath. “I left Anvil. And, well, Russo. At the end of last month”.

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A half-bottle of whiskey for you and a bottle of white wine for Karen later, both of you were sprawled out on the lambskins thrown over the hardwood floor in your living room. Jazz music was seeping out of the speakers by the TV, a couple of Diptyque candles emitting a soft yellow glow.

You stared at the ceiling of your new living quarters, your mind a blur. As you folded your hands on your stomach, you felt Karen twitch as she bent her elbow and leaned her blond head on the palm of her hand, facing you.

“So let me get this straight,” she paused, narrowing her eyes. “After becoming the Forbes’ hottest CSO, concluding what can easily be described as deals of the century - especially the one with Anthony Stark aka Iron Man and his magnificent goatee…”

Involuntary, you giggled at this. This talk brought out some very dear memories that you wouldn’t trade for the world - the way Billy’s dark eyes shimmered in the dim lights of the opera house as he gave you a look that said you did it, ever the perfect team… Or the way he threw his arms around your frame, his long fingers sliding down your back… You knew you looked good in that dress, but the moment Billy saw you wearing it… You felt like the only girl in the world, the way his jaw dropped a tad, his lips opening up in awe…

Oookay, Y/N, can’t go there, your mind screamed at you as you wiped that dreamy smile off your face. Sitting down, you took your whiskey glass, and washed those memories away with a gulp of amber liquid.

Meanwhile, Karen ranted on.

“…you just quit?!”

She jumped to her feet all of the sudden, brushing her blond hair away from her face as she watched you excitedly.

“Jesus Christ, did Billy make a move?! He made a move on you, didn’t he?”

The urge to facepalm was fierce, almost overpowering, but you managed to resist. Slamming your empty glass against the floor harder than you intended, you gave her a bored look.

“No, Karen, why… Why in the world would you think that?” You sounded just a little short of desperate, so you cleared your throat. “I was his second-in-command, that wouldn’t have been appropriate…”

When you were done studying the flame, dancing within the glass walls of one of the nearby candles, you raised your eyes to meet Karen’s. She wore quite possibly the most blatant look of ‘you are shitting me’ on her face.

“So you just quit?” she stared at you in disbelief, unblinking. “No explanations provided?”

“This wasn’t how it happened,” you said, hating the fact that you felt like you had to justify yourself. You brought your knees closer, hugging them tightly. “I…”

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“…I’m here to see William Russo”.  

With a nonchalant gesture, you unbuttoned your Burberry coat, looking at a red-head secretary behind a desk that screamed power and status with every inch of its epic proportions.

Anvil was certainly new money. With all of those hedge funds injecting their cash into emerging companies, there was no shortage of these - entrepreneurial endeavours that didn’t last long.

You didn’t know that at the time, but you were going to make sure this one would.

“My name is Y/N Y/N/L,” you added, perching your sunglasses on top of your head. “He’s expecting me.”

The red-head gave you a polite smile before checking something on her Mac.

“Welcome, Miss Y/N/L,” she almost seemed shy, as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear before standing up. “Mr Russo is indeed waiting for you. If you would like to follow me, please”.

As the redhead led you through the training grounds, packed with fit men and women that looked like they walked straight outta Gym Shark ad, you did notice a couple of vagrant stares in your direction. You couldn’t blame them. You looked slightly out of place; more Vogue than the setting allowed for.

You quit your job as the COO of a global FinTech company just weeks ago, looking for a new challenge. It was an adventure of a lifetime, and while your ex-executive board had literally begged you to stay, once you’d decided something, no promise of a generous promotion could make you change your mind. While you absolutely loved your job, working for one of the most prominent online payment giants in the world, it felt like it was time for you to step down. Due to all the processes and wise investments you’d initiated, the company could make millions of profits without their CEO having so much as to lift a finger.

And you, well, you lived for the hustle. And that’s exactly what you were here for.

You still had your doubts about Anvil’s owner and acting CEO, though. William “Billy” Russo had already become a household name in the financial circles, albeit the company he was spearheading had little to do with the FinTech space. Some said he had the potential to succeed; others badmouthed him for being ruthless and balancing on the very edge of legal limits.

In short, the man had you intrigued. So the very moment he called and invited you to drop by Anvil to talk strategy, you knew you had to meet him.

See the beast for yourself, so to speak.

The first thing you noticed about William Russo as you walked into his office, spacious and entirely transparent, with its glass walls overlooking the training grounds, was experience, for the lack of a better word. It was etched into his every handsome feature, especially into his scruff strong-willed jaw. As he raised his gaze to meet yours upon the red-head’s announcement, his black eyes swallowing you whole, you realized no light reflected on their surface. There was a certain confidence to him as he raised from his chair, his white shirt straining some over his chest, long dark strands of hair falling onto his long eyelashes. This man meant business, as those black impenetrable eyes zeroed in on yours. He almost seemed too flawless - to spotless to be an ex-marine, stained with blood and murder.

All that Hallmark handsomeness was nothing but a cover.

Before William Russo had even got a chance to open his mouth, you were determined to find out what was lurking underneath.

“Mrs Y/L/N”, the hot-shot gave you a polite smile. “Thank you for coming”.

“Nice to meet you, Mr. Russo”, you didn’t move an inch. He may have invited you for interview, but he wasn’t the only one with a long set of demands.

You briefly wondered if he knew that.

Before your thoughts could take you further, William Russo made his way to you, composed and calculated. He stopped by your side, albeit for a moment; rolling the sleeves of his shirt further up, he shot the red-head a charming smile (nothing like the one he gave you).

“Olivia, would you please bring a fresh pot of coffee to the conference room? Mrs Y/L/N and I have a lot to discuss”.

When he turned back to face you, you noted unconsciously that he was taller than you expected, the top of your head barely reaching his shoulders. The cool and composed look was back on his face as he motioned towards the doors.

“Would you like to follow me, Mrs…”

“Y/N”, you cut in with a slight raise of your chin. “I’d also prefer to call you William while I tear Anvil’s strategy down”.

His reaction didn’t disappoint. Some tension left his arms, his stung-up body relaxing just enough for a spark of mischief and curiosity flicker its way to his eyes’ surface.

A twinkle of a smile danced across his lips as he bit on the inside of his cheek, nodding ever so slightly in approval.

“It’s Billy”, he said, amusement echoing in his every word. "I don’t expect any leniency, Y/N”.

“Good”, you replied instantly, looking him straight into his eyes. “That’s not what I came here for”.

He nodded again.

And this time, there was liveliness in the quirk of his brow and a touch of insecurity in the corners of his mouth.

Now that was the man you could potentially work with.

—

Working with William Russo was anything but predictable. There were, however, certain patterns to his way of handling things. Whatever the trouble was, Billy was good at seeing the bigger picture - he was usually able to put things into perspective, but there were occasions when he refused to. You dare say that sometimes, you felt like he thought that money didn’t matter - like Anvil’s financial prosperity didn’t matter - as long as his team got not to risk their lives one extra time. You watched him turn down several lucrative deals that you’d busted your ass to put on his table, because it involved sending his men a little too far from home, in a place where he had no strings to pull whatsoever should anything go south. A part of you (the part that wasn’t frustrated as hell) admired him for that - it didn’t, however, stop you from disagreeing with him, time and again.

You may have never been to Iraq, and may have never known the horrors of sleeping with the bombs exploding a mere kilometer away, but you knew a game-changer when you saw it. There were risks involved, there was no arguing about that, but those were calculated, and those kind of deals could make Anvil jump straight to the top of the private military sector overnight.

William and you disagreed.

When William and you disagreed, no voice was raised, no blood was spilt, but Billy usually became distant, cold and just short of snappy when those conversations took place. 

He only crossed the line once.

  You were three months into your job as Anvil’s Chief Strategy Officer when Mayhew happened.

The clock on your desk showed midnight as you paced in your office, on the phone with Rex Mayhew, the U.S. Ambassador in Cairo. A cat-and-mouse game between the Egyptian Armed Forces and the nefarious arms dealer group had become common knowledge since a week or so; the U.S. special forces got involved in the conflict when it’d been discovered that the arms were being transported onto American soil. Rex, an old friend from your Yale days, had let you in on the fact that General Richard Ravelin, in charge of the operation, was looking to reinforce his rangs with private military before “neutralising the threat”. This was a one-in-a-lifetime opportunity, with a potential governmental recognition in play… and Billy wanted to hear nothing of it.

You were exhausted and barely hanging in there; Billy was categorical and stubborn.

You’ve dropped the phone on your table promising Rex you were going to give him an answer in two hours, tops. Taking a deep breath, you walked out of your office, your bare feet thudding on the parquet floors of the corridor. When you reached Billy’s hideout, you found the man leaning against his desk with a glass of whiskey in his unnerved hand.

“Billy…” you spoke firmly, barely stepping through the doorway. “Rex…”

“Can go fuck himself”.

Oh, okay. No sugarcoating this. Alright.

You saw his lips barely touch the amber liquid as he slammed the glass against the surface of his desk.

“I said no, Y/N,” he wasn’t facing you anymore, leaning on his desk with his hands digging into the wood, his back tense. “Please just go home. Have a good night sleep. We will talk about this tomorrow.”

You could have sworn you felt your head starting to fume. This was the third time Billy Russo was shutting you down. For the third time he was making you feel like an incompetent fool when you were trying to do your goddamn job.

Why in hell would he hire you if whatever vision you had for Anvil didn’t match with his own?!

“You could at least say this to my face, Billy,” you spoke a bit harshly before you could stop yourself. “You know, to my tired and disappointed face, with a mouth that you have been shutting up every time it offers you a deal of the century”.

This sounded so much better in your head.

“Why did you hire me?” you asked almost immediately, trying to soften the impact of the words that had already escaped. “If this isn’t the direction in which you want to take your company, maybe I should just…”

“Oh for fuck’s sake, Y/N, just fucking leave already!” Billy snapped like a branch that’s been holding too much weight, the sound of it dry and final.

…maybe I should just rethink the entire plan.

There was no point in finishing that sentence now, was there?

“I was there long before you came along, so I’d think I know a shitstorm in the making when I see one!” Billy was looking at you alright, brushing his hair back, his eyes black and void.

You had wished It would have been new to you - looking in William Russo’s eyes and not seeing him there. But it wasn’t. He was back to his Hallmark version of a man, but instead of playing a hero, he was now putting on his villain guise.

“Let’s get something straight here,” he leaned back on his desk, crossing his arms on his chest, his black eyes narrowed. “While you were making your way to the top of a rich-ass cookie-cutter FinTech company, I was crawling in the dirt in Iraq under a downpour of the Trident D5LE missiles. While the closest thing you’ve come to havin’ your hands dirty was bribing an investor or two, I was fucking beheadin’ people under the direction of the CIA,” his words were cold, measured and rhythmic, like a round of bullets being fired on a range. “You know nothing of what’s it like to be in the middle of that kind of shit show, princess, so when I fucking say no, you listen. Is that clear?”

Bark. Sit. Roll over.

“Crystal. Sir.”, you finally broke the heavy silence hanging in the air, just barely resisting the urge to salute him. “I’ll see myself out.”

Biting the inside of your cheek like your life depended on it, once you turned your back on him, your first thought was don’t you dare cry on his account, bitch and then almost right away wait at least until you’re home.

You could have sworn you heard William call your name in a stranded voice, but you made sure to slam the door somewhat hard as you left his office so you could pretend you didn’t hear him.

If you were to face him now, with all that power and toughness he exuded… You would never admit it, even to yourself, but you’d just end up on the floor, huddled into a shivering little ball.

—

You were grateful that the next day after the shit went down with Mayhew fell on a Friday. When you stumbled into your apartment in Queens at almost one in the morning, you immediately shot an email to the HR department asking for a day off. Once that’d been done, you dialled Rex to decline his offer to introduce Anvil to general Ravelin, washed the makeup off your face and crawled into bed, hugging the second pillow close to your chest.

You didn’t cry, if that’s what you’re wondering.

As you rolled out of bed in the morning at around 8 am, you took a shower and grabbed a coffee from the kitchen before settling behind your home office desk with a heavy head. When you opened up the Keynote presentation with your strategy outlined for the H1, you couldn’t help but steal a glance at the iPhone you left on your couch last night.

You weren’t going to check if you had any missing calls.

There was nothing you had left to say to each other.

…with your chest hollow, you powered up the screen. There were no missed calls and no new messages.

It all looked like you had another strategy to build now. If Billy Russo thought that calling you a rich-ass princess that knew nothing of the world, all butterflies and rainbows, was going to make you resign, then man, was he in for a surprise.

You once heard one of his men compare you to a military convoy, when the guy thought you weren’t listening.

He had no idea.

You spent the morning refilling you coffee cup and rebuilding your H1 plan from scratch. After about eleven calls with the people you knew could get you a foot in the door of the offices of some government officials, billionaires and generals, after typing, deleting and typing again for 5 hours straight, by 2pm you had a solid game plan. You were pretty sure it would still need some tweaking from Castle, who essentially held the role of the Chief Operating Officer, dispatching men and women on missions and planning operations, and, well, from Billy Russo.

The Badass-ex-Sniper-turned-CEO himself.

You kept the email short and to-the-point, sending the document over to Russo with Castle on copy, saying you’d be in the office to debrief on Monday.   Refusing to check whether your email’d been opened, you slammed your MacBook shut.

The rest of the day rolled on uneventfully. You grabbed a coffee with the People Culture Officer from your previous company, who also happened to be one of your dearest friends; then you picked up your dry cleaners and did some shopping, cracking for a pair of new shoes in Saks Fifth Avenue.

Shoes were, indeed, your weakness.

By the time you got home, the tired sun was yawning, stretching its rays in one last effort before rolling into bed. Humming a Dua Lipa song under your breath, you were putting your new Jimmy Choo’s away when you suddenly heard your phone ring.

You didn’t even have to look at it to know who it was.   You checked the time, however, noticing is was two minutes after the official end of the working day.

“Hi, Y/N”, Billy spoke, clearing his throat. “Are you… Um… Any chance you’re available to meet tonight? I would really appreciate it if you could give me fifteen minutes of your time. Please.”

It sounded like the real Billy Russo was back around. Insecure. Rugged. Imperfect.

“Can you pick me up?” you asked softly, “I’ll text you my address. There’s a pizza place just around the corner, I could use a free slice”, you circled the cold coffee cup you left on the counter with your finger. “Free as in you’re paying, Russo”.

A laugh that came somewhere from within caressed your ear.

“Uh, yes, I’m actually… Yeah, thanks. I’m leaving the office now,” even if he tried to hide it, a shocked surprise still seeped through the cracks in between the vowels.

You chuckled silently at his reaction.

“Just one more thing,” you ventured, placing the cup in the sink and making your way to the balcony - your small piece of heaven with a wooden chair, pillows and lavender. As you stepped outside, you put oyour free hand on the railing, just to feel the coolness of it, the evening air and the gentle flower smell stroking your skin. “What kind of car should I be on the lookout for?”

Billy hesitated, biting his bottom lip, running his nervous fingers through the thick strands of dark hair. The setting sun was hitting him just from the right angle, making his sculpted cheeks look like they were made of marble.

“A Rolls Royce Wraith”, he squirmed, rubbing his forehead, probably realising how lame and pretentious it sounded. “I’ll call you once I’m downstairs”.

“Uh-huh”, you smirked, leaning on the railing with your forearms.

You saw Russo pinch the bridge of his nose, sinking his teeth into his bottom lip again.   Your small balcony provided quite a view, when you really thought about it.

“Don’t take too long”, you couldn’t help it, it really was stronger than you. “I’m starving”.

With a wide grin, you dropped the call and went back into your apartment.

You were planning to make him wait for ten extra minutes when he would finally “arrive”.

Just for the hell of it.

—

“That’s a lot of hot sauce for one pizza”, Billy commented, watching you spray your truffles and cheese generously with the piquant olive oil.

You gave him a mischievous smile.

“What can I say,” you shrugged, leaning back in your chair and licking the tip of your finger after you swept a drop of it from the top of the bottle. “I like them hot”.

That startled a laugh out of Billy as he eyed you with something in his irises looking a lot like awe.

Just when he was about to speak, a servant brought a glass of red wine for him and bottle of sparkling water for you.

You thanked the guy with a sweet smile, while Billy eyed him a bit coldly, obviously waiting for him to leave.

When the waiter had finally made himself scarce, Billy softly called your name.

You raised your eyes to meet him, struggling as hell to keep your stare vacant. (Which was hard to do with some foreign tightness in your throat).

“Before we dig in and I hope spend a nice evening as two friends, getting together on a Friday night”, he didn’t even blink? Was he blinking? You couldn’t tell, his black eyes swallowing you whole, again. “I want to apologise. I was completely out of line… It was unacceptable. You don’t need my validation, of course, but I still want you to know that you are doing a terrific job at Anvil, taking us to the heights I never even thought existed. It’s just… It’s hard for me sometimes to be a good CEO and someone who promised to take care of my men at the same time… Everything is happening so fast, I’m afraid to lose my footing.”

You reached out for his hand across the table before you could stop yourself. You didn’t take it, but your fingers brushed his ever so slightly before you realized what you were just about to do. Your eyes widened as you looked at him, searching for a reaction.   Billy remained perfectly still, not taking his eyes off you.

You grabbed a napkin next to his wrist, pretending this was what you had meant to do all along.   “We’ll get there, Billy”, you said, a small encouraging smile blooming on your lips. “We just need some tweaking”.

You weren’t sure if you were talking about strategy at this point anymore.

—

You had a great time at dinner.

(And a whole-hearted laugh as Billy finished your remainders of the truffle pizza, downing a litre of water to numb down the burning sensation in his throat afterwards).

You talked about your respective lives, your ex-colleagues, your hopes for the future… You dared think this who the real Billy Russo was.

And he was incredible.

After the two of you were done with dinner, you offered him to come upstairs to your place and go through the new strategy together. He didn’t hesitate, although you could swear you’d seen something ambiguous flash in the depths of his dark eyes before he nodded.

(You must have imagined it.)

The two of you ended up sprawled out on your soft faux fur carpet talking game plan, bouncing ideas off each other. You watched Billy frown, as he rubbed his mouth with his long fingers, smile in excitement and shake his head in awe when you voiced your ideas - you felt proud and appreciated, and you wouldn’t trade the sensation for anything in the world.

A couple of hours later the two of you had finally decided that it was enough brainstorming for one night, and you rose to your feet to go and make Billy a coffee before he got behind the wheel. As you pushed the start button on your coffee machine, you heard him speak over the noise.

“You know I’ve done four tours - three in Iraq and one in Afghanistan”, you popped your head up, only to see him play absentmindedly with something on his chest. “And every time I’m considering a mission for Anvil, I find myself back in there again… A part of a death squad.”

You carefully picked up his cup of coffee and made your way back to him. You didn’t say a word as you leaned lower to hand it over to him, encouraging him to go on.   Billy thanked you in a whisper before clearing his throat.

“Every time I have to send them somewhere, especially overseas, I force myself to stop and think… Is this really worth it? Is a fat check really worth putting the lives of my men and women in danger? And most importantly - you may think it’s stupid…” he avoided your gaze, staring into his coffee cup, a miserable smile on his lips. “I think, will it make a difference? If one of them dies on a mission, I have to at least know they made a difference… it’s selfish and it’s more about the peace of my own mind, but it is what it is, you know?”

When he looked up at you, his eyes were full, full to the brim. There was so much emotion in them, hatred, misery, hope, adoration, all whipped in a wild mix that was Billy Russo’s dark, velvet eyes.

“I carry these at all times,” the fingers of his free hand dropped to his chest, as he got a hold of something hanging around his neck. A necklace? “When in doubt, I just look at them - they help me remember where I’ve been and what I’ve done - and I just know if it’s worth it or not. The answer is usually no, by the way”.

He smiled again, the curve of his lips looking less haunted this time, as he sipped on his coffee.

Dog tags. Those were Russo’s dog tags.

“So they’re your reminder that, even being a badass CEO of a private military company”, you couldn’t help but feel some kind of zero gravity settling in your lower stomach as you saw him chuckle at your words. “…you still have a heart”.

“How poetic”, Billy teased you without missing a beat, putting the empty cup on the floor next to him. “But yeah. Sort of, I guess”.

As you fell asleep that night, you dreamed about explosions, piquant olive oil and holding Billy Russo’s dog tags in your hand.

—

The time flew by after that. In 8-month time (after some tweaking) Billy Russo and you became a team. It sometimes felt like nothing could stop you, as long as you were together.

It should not have come as a surprise that the two of you earned yourselves a catchy nickname - at first, it was spoken solely behind your backs, but soon enough it became some kind of a title, more powerful than that of the CEO or the CSO.

Anvil’s men and women (and especially Frank - the fact that he invented the nickname secretly tickled him pink) - were now calling you Bonnie and Clyde. The ultimate partners in crime, against all odds, doing the impossible.

The two of you also settled in an almost homely kind of routine. Ever since that Mayhew fiasco and the day that followed, Friday had become the non-spoken partners in crime day. What it meant in practice was exchanging Friday jokes on Anvil’s internal communications suite…

(Billy once attacked you with a “would you look at this, just found the actual footage of your interview @ Anvil”. Before you even got a chance to answer, he forwarded you a cheesy meme with two old women speaking to each other, one of them saying “We need someone who can do the job of two men”, and the other responding “oh, so it’s only a part-time job then”. When you shot him back a message asking whether he really considered himself an arthritic old woman, that seemed to have shut him up).

…grabbing a beer in a bar nearby…

(you sometimes invited your colleagues to join you, plus it was an unspoken rule that Frank and Karen were to be there as well)

…you making fun of Billy Russo’s eating habits…

(It was honestly a nuisance to have a lunch with him. The list of things he refused to eat went on and on: no asian food, no food chain restaurants (even high-rated), no soups, no cheesecakes… He sure was settling well in that peaceful life he earned after spending all those tours living off canned food).

…and just overall enjoying each other’s company.

By the time the ninth month of your being Anvil’s CSO had rolled in, you couldn’t imagine not seeing Billy Russo every day. Not noticing him rolling his eyes at a smart-ass comment you or Frank made, or his orbs lighting up every time you told him the deal with that or this decision maker had gone through. You simply could not understand how you managed to live day in and day out, and think you were genuinely happy, before you actually met Billy. Everything before him just faded away somehow, your memories lost their colour and spike in comparison to the life you were living now. You kicked ass at your job, your career thrived, but most importantly, you were feeling like this was exactly where you were meant to be, braving the obstacles by Billy Russo’s side, knowing he would catch you should you fall.

He would, wouldn’t he?

It was your usual Friday night outing, the seven of you - Billy, Frank, Karen, Curtis, James from legal, Ashley from mine clearance and yourself - occupying your usual table at Whimsy, the bar that must have made 90% or their revenus off of Anvil’s folk. It was just around the corner from the headquarters, after all.

The overall mood of the evening was rather nostalgic. It’d been four weeks since you’d lost a team member in a crossfire in Falluja, Iraq. After everything was said and done, his loss still hung heavy in the air, and it felt right to get one more drink in Jasper’s honour. The conversation flowed easily, even though the topics you’d spoken about were anything but.

“I remember how I felt when I lost Andy”, Ashley nursed her beer as she stared into the distance. “I just literally had the weight of the entire world on my shoulders, pinning me to the ground, I just couldn’t move on”, she finished her bottle in one go and motioned for the bartender to bring her another one. “Sometimes, I just ask myself, what would have I done if I’d known he was going to die the next day? Would I have stopped him from going? I think I would,” she thanked the bartender as he put the beer in front of her, her eyes a bit foggy. “Yeah, I definitely would have.”

Frank grasped Ashley’s shoulder and squeezed it hard in a comforting gesture; Karen gave her a tender look.

You didn’t know why your mind had gone there, but all of the sudden a memory of Billy sitting in his office chair, laughing his ass off at some offhand comment you’d made flashed before your eyes; it quickly got replaced by the recollection of his hand brushing against yours during the Zoom meeting you’ve had with general Warren Singer; then you remembered him putting his hand on the small of your back, staring daggers at some army brat wanting to join Anvil, eyeing you like a piece of meat (you learned later that day that the man’d been thrown out before having a chance to introduce himself); until finally, your brain stopped dead at the picture of Billy running his nervous fingers through his hair as he called you from his car, telling you he was only leaving the office.

What would you do if you knew he was going to die tomorrow?

Your heart sunk at the thought as you gulped hard, ducking your head and staring at your hands folded in your lap.

A soft touch enveloping your elbow had you facing the man of the hour, his black eyes shimmering with concern.

“Are you okay?” he half-whispered, half-mouthed, not letting go of your hand.

No.

Nothing is okay, Billy.

I’m so happy that I met you, but you’re scaring the hell out of me.

I never wanted any form of eternity until now, I never saw the point…

So stay. Please, stay forever, and feel something for me, too.

“Yes. I’m fine,” you whispered back, staring into his eyes, hypnotised and helpless. You watched him turn away from you as if in slow motion, the warmth of his hand leaving nothing behind but emptiness in your bones.

“Here is to always telling the things that matter to the people who matter”, Billy spoke firmly, raising his beer. “Here’s to never missing a chance to open up to the people we love”.

Well, if this was his way of crossing the t's and putting the dots to the i’s regarding his feelings for you, he couldn’t have been clearer.  

As far as confessions of love went, this one was non-existent.

—

You tried, time and again, to convince yourself you had to go. You learned the hard way that your unrequited feelings were feeding on a sort of inadvertent parasitic relationship where every moment of your day depended on the level of Billy’s unintentional emotional indifference. Your days were spent questioning his every move - every look and every touch; until, the grown-ass woman that you were, you’d commanded yourself to stop second-guessing everything - stop feeling - and decided your best course of action would be… to work yourself into the ground.

If Billy ever noticed anything, he didn’t show it - your were still you, after all, working hard, laughing when he said something funny, calling him out on his bullshit when needed. He didn’t notice slight change in your eyes, when their icy surface cracked at every other compliment he threw in your direction (and there was no shortage of those). He didn’t realize the smile you gave him was different from those tightlipped signs of appreciation you gave to Anvil’s potential clients, he didn’t think twice about the reason for which you glowed around him, your every move softening, your every gesture emanating warmth.

Because Billy hadn’t really known you until you started to have feelings for him.

You knew this couldn’t go on forever. This entire situation was bound to result in some explosion of nuclear proportions, and then all hell would break loose. You needed to get yourself out of this situations, but you just… couldn’t. You couldn’t imagine your life without Billy Russo. You couldn’t leave him.

Even if being friends with him meant tearing yourself apart and suffering in silence.

  Long story short, you waited with fear in your bones for someone to walk into your life and to get you out. You’ve had no fight left in you to do it yourself.

Your salvation came in the form of a phone call on a Friday evening, when Billy was on a recruiting mission in California.

You were typing back a response to his cheeky message when the call cut in half-sentence.

Billy Russo: Please remind me to take you with me instead of Frank next time? He’s driving me insane trying to set me up with the ladies from the Organising Committee. Any ideas on how I can calm him the fuck down?

You: Sorry, Billy, but recruiting is out of my mission scope. As for the calm down part, try bondage maybe? :)

Billy Russo: I’m going to pretend you did not just suggest I engage in sexual practices with Frankie. Karen will have my balls.

Billy Russo: But perhaps you’re right. Taking you with me is probably not a good idea. Wouldn’t want my new recruits’ brains to turn into mush because of how beautiful you are.

You: The flattery will….

“Hello? Y/N speaking”, you brought your phone close to your ear, your cheeks still a lovely shade of pink. If you were going to feel miserable when Billy came back, acting like nothing happened, you were sure going to make the best of that fuzzy feeling in your chest right now.

“Miss Y/N/L”, a smooth deep voice greeted you, and you could have sworn you’d heard it many times before. “I hope I’m not interrupting?”

Frowning in an attempt to remember, you urged:

“No, not at all. How can I help you?” you stared into the screen of your Mac, wheels turning in your head as you silently catalogued all the men you were in discussions with regarding a deal. “I didn’t catch your name…”

“Oh, how rude of me”, the man chuckled but there was no mockery in his voice, more like self-depreciation. “Tony Stark, from Stark Industries”.

Your mind went blank. Did you hear his last words correctly?

“Uh… Mr. Stark”, you quickly got a hold of yourself - well, as quickly as you could. “I appreciate you reaching out to me directly. What can Anvil do for you?”

You did a pretty bang-up job trying to mask your amazement with polite cheerfulness, and Stark had caught on that.

Tony Stark just called your cellphone number. What in the world?…

“We don’t really do alien invasions”.

Ohyourgod, did you just say it out loud?!

His uproarious laughter took you by surprise, reverberating through your entire body. It took every ounce of your self-control not to giggle in response.

“That’s a good one, I love it”, Stark finally said, restoring his breath. “And the better question would be, Y/N - can I call you Y/N? - what you can do for me”.

Before your brain could take you into some naughty direction, freaking Iron Man cleared his throat.

“Okay, this came out wrong,” he admitted with a sense of self-irony. “I um… I’m looking for the Co-Chief Executive Officer for Stark Industries. Well, Virginia Potts is actually looking for a Co-CEO, I’m just her errand boy. And my missions apparently include recruiting…. Anyway,” it was a bit of a challenge to follow Anthony Stark’s train of thought, but you were also still shocked, so that could explain it. “…I think you are the perfect fit for the job”.

You just stared into the screen front of you, your breathing barely audible.

“Mrs Potts and I would love it if you could swing by the A-Tower, let’s say, on Thursday? You’ll be surprised, but I can also whip up a mean cup of coffee…”

Say something.

Fucking hell.

Say something!…

“Thursday sounds great,” you blurted out without thinking. “Let me just shuffle my schedule around… I could stop by after lunch?”   Your hands were slightly shaking as you clicked on your mouse, opening your schedule window.

“Whatever works for you, Y/N”, you could hear Stark smile. “Not to sound like a creep, but I’ve been following your career for quite a while now, and I think that the work you've done in such a short span of time for Anvil is outstanding, even though you still don’t offer protection from alien invasions”.

That made you chuckle, pushing you halfway out of your stupor.

“I’ll put that on the list of things for us to consider”, you promised.

"Tell Mr. Russo I sent my best,” Stark added, and you felt your heart drop to your stomach. “I actually might have some ideas for how we could collaborate. Let's discuss this on Thursday, too, shall we?”

After you said your goodbyes, you fell back in your chair, dropping your iPhone on the table.

You: The flattery will….

...get you nowhere.

You never finished that message, leaving Russo on Read.

—

Starting with that evening, things were moving fast - too fast for you to keep track.

After a three-hour long coffee and the tour of the A-Tower, Virginia Potts, the acting CEO of the Stark Industries, had offered you the job - just like that - and asked you to come back to her executive assistant should you wish to take the job, with your salary expectations and the information about your notice period. You thanked her for her time and promised to get back to her as soon as you made your decision.

Virginia Potts was a brilliant woman; but running a company like Stark Industries while being equipped with a vagina was certainly no walk in the park. Sexism was still very much present within the Boards of the Tech Businesses. You understood perfectly well why she wanted a woman in her corner - it would have been a massive slap in the Board’s face, but it was also about having someone to lean on, who just understood.

In any other circumstances you would have peed your pants in excitement. It was an opportunity to work for Stark Industries - no, scratch that - it was an opportunity to step in as a Stark Industries co-CEO. The idea of it still made you dizzy.

…but as you looked at Virginia’s email sent to your personal address thanking you for stopping by, your eyes were swimming with tears.

You weren’t ready to leave Billy.  You just couldn’t.  You couldn’t leave him.   There was no epic finale to your story. There was no big revelation, no closure, no moment of relief, no acceptance, nothing. Only a fat-ass what if.

And you didn’t know how to let go of a what if with Billy Russo.

And that was exactly why you had to do it.

You heard Billy come in the next Monday earlier than usual. He was positively humming Usher’s Yeah! quietly as he made his way past your office’s doors straight into his own.

You took a deep breath, closing your eyes. You’ve been psyching yourself up during the entire weekend, telling yourself it wasn’t a big deal, we wouldn’t even flinch when you were going to tell him.

You had to tell him.

As you stood up from your chair, straightening you skirt with the palms of your hands, you suddenly heard the footsteps coming back in your direction. You froze in place like a deer in headlights when Billy swung open the door to your office, a box of Pierre Hermé macarons in his hands.

Your goddamn favorite Pierre Hermé macarons.

“You’re here!” Billy’s warm smile illuminated the room. “So much for a surprise, huh?”

He shook the box carefully in the air. You stared at it, dumbfounded, every single thought leaving you.

You couldn’t breathe.

In the hazy morning light seeping through the windows of your office, Billy looked beautiful and dissolute, shirt open at the collar, longer strands of dark hair falling into his eyes.

He was going to be the death of you. It really wasn’t fair.

“Billy, I have to tell you something.”

Was it you who spoke those words? They seemed distant and cold, so uncharacteristically detached.

Blood roared in your ears.

“What’s wrong?”

Billy’s reaction was instant. In three decisive steps he closed the distance that separated you, leaving the macarons on your desk. He stood still just mere inches away, and just like during your very first meeting, you had a fleeting thought cross your mind: you really were tiny next to him, the top of your head barely reaching his shoulders.

You bit the inside of your bottom lip, trying to keep your composure. He stared at you unblinking. He wasn’t touching you, but it felt like his eyes were looking straight into your soul, undressing you, blowing that wall you built around yourself into dust. They were taking you down, piece by piece, determined to see what you’d been keeping from him.   Because, of course, he knew. He should have known something was going on. Hence the surprise this morning.

He had no idea what it was though.

“Maybe you should sit,” you said, making a physical effort to tear your eyes away from him, feigning sudden interest in the buttons of his shirt.

  That chest…

  …was going to be just fine. He didn’t feel the same way you did. He would just find someone else to fill your position. With brilliant women stalking him - in cooperative packs - that would not be a problem.

“You’re leaving, aren’t you”.

You squeezed your eyes shut as soon as his words reached your ears.  Fucking hell, you should have done that by phone. Or with other people around. You should have…

“You’re leaving”, you heard Billy repeat as his voice broke a little. He stepped away, burying his face in his hands as he dragged them down his jaw and neck, staring into the ceiling.

“Billy, listen, I…”

You were the one to close the space between the two of you this time, and before you could think too much into it… You threw your hands around his shoulders, burying your face in his neck.

The sensation struck you like a bolt of lightening when you felt his hands cross behind you back and pull you closer.

He smelled heavenly. Like a forest fire, a hint of smoke with oud and pine. You inhaled deep, deeper still, losing yourself in his comforting touch.

In his arms, just for a second there, you felt home.

“You… The company doesn’t need me anymore”, you nearly choked on words, screaming internally at yourself to keep the waterworks at bay. “It’s thriving, there’s not much else I can give you. My job here is done.”

I need to leave because your indifference is destroying me, and when I think I’m ready to let go, all it takes is one look from you, and I’m back to wanting you, to settling for anything you give me, like a goddamn fool.

“What the hell are you talking about, Y/N?!” Billy exclaimed, his hands grasping your shoulders as he distanced your bodies just enough for him to look into your eyes. “I nee- The company needs you! I was… You know, I was planning to make you the CEO of Anvil in a couple months time,” his smile, as earnest as it was, did not reach his eyes. “Yeah”, noticing your eyes go wide in shock, he let his hands slide down your sides. “You’re so much better at it than I ever was. I was going to join Frank and just manage operations… under you”.

You just stared at him, dumbfounded, not feeling a stray tear escape your eye and rolling down your cheekbone.

“These are the tears of happiness, I hope”, Billy added, and you barely registered his touch as his thumb wiped the salty drop off. “Well, I guess Anvil will have to settle for the little old me. With my best girl going places."

You gave him a strained smile before you carefully wiped your cheeks, just taking a moment to look at him. To try and read him.

Billy Russo was a goddamn ceiling. Plain white, cool and unattainable. In all of your time working for him, you have never seen this Hallmark version of him before. Which one was it?  

Oh wait, you guessed you knew. The happy-for-you friend.

“So where are you going?” Billy asked, his eyes empty. “Who snatched you away from m- Anvil?”

The stutter was so subtle you barely noticed. You were finally tired of reading into shit.

“Stark Industries. I’ll be their co-CEO”.

—

Before you left Anvil you promised yourself you’d get the deal with Stark Industries up and running. There was no one in the world you trusted more in terms of security than Billy.

(The fact that you couldn’t keep your heart safe from him didn’t really count, did it?)

As a matter of fact, Billy and you were going to shake hands with Anthony Stark on the deal on your last night of being Anvil’s CSO. It was happening in The Metropolitan Opera and required both Billy and yourself to dress for the occasion.   He promised to come pick you up at 6pm sharp; you were putting on the Jimmy Choo’s you’d bought a coulee months ago in Saks Fifth Avenue when you heard a low knock on your door.

Straightening up, you threw a quick glance at your reflection in the mirror. You decided to go with a long Marchesa black velvet gown with a rather deep V-line, a pair of long diamond earrings and an elegant half-up half-down hairdo, soft curls in the front framing your face.

“I’m coming”, you yelled out, picking up your leather jacket (because why the hell not) and your purse from the kitchen counter. Sharply opening the entrance door, you realized moments later that you didn’t even take time to prepare yourself for seeing William Russo in a tux.

If you weren’t already half in love with him, the sight before your eyes would have sealed the deal.

God-fucking-damn, like he needed any help being unforgettable.

With a black jacket thrown on a crisp white shirt with a couple of buttons undone and the tie hanging loosely around his neck, Billy was here to make a statement, to leave a mark. His hair was coiffed back in his usual style; honest to God, he looked like he just stepped out of the Man of the Year special GQ edition…

Just when your thoughts were about to switch to the way you must have looked next to him, ridiculous in your simplicity, like you refused to make an effort…

…Your eyes met his.

And the way he looked at you was so intense, his big black eyes with galaxies in them probing into yours, his strong jaw slack. There was beauty and tragedy reflecting in those orbs, but only just for a second - just for a second, he looked at you the way he probably looked at the sky he could never reach. Just for a second, he looked at you the way that made your heart beat twice as fast, like the world could crumble all around him and he still would not have blinked.

Would not have taken his eyes off you.

“Wow, Y/N, you look… You look beautiful”, he finally said. “I just can't spot a part of you that beats the other.”

Something in your chest exploded silently.

“Thank you, Billy,” you smiled at him - a genuine and happy smile, because you felt on top of the world with his adoring eyes on you. “You’re quite a catch yourself”.

Before you could scold yourself for your choice of words, you stepped out of your apartment and locked the door behind you.

“Shall we?” Billy offered his hand to you, without hesitation it seemed.

“We shall”, you replied instantly, slowly sliding your hand into the crook of his elbow.

And, just like always, you were going to enjoy it while it lasted.

—

The crowd in the opera was so posh, the looks all the women had been throwing you first made you question your choice of outfit. It’s after overhearing their conversations that you realized, the reason they stared daggers at you was the man that kept by your side no matter where you went.

Virginia and Anthony welcomed you at the buffet with sun-stained sincere smiles. After a short small talk, Anthony Stark informed you both that he had signed the contract earlier today, thus officially giving Anvil an exclusive security deal with Stark Industries. As of now, Anvil was the only company allowed on the Stark Industries’ premises in the quality of guards and protection officers.

The look Billy and you exchanged spoke volumes; while your eyes were sparkling with excitement though, screaming “we did it!!”, his bottomless black eyes were whispering “thanks to you”.

The four of you then shook hands and went through rounds of gratitude and appreciation; when a pleasant woman’s voice announced the imminent start of Onegin, inviting the guests to go to their seats. Virginia immediately took you hand, leading you straight into the Opera house, saying something about leaving men to finish their drinks. You threw Billy a laughing look over your shoulder, mouthing “come join me” before disappearing out of his sight.

“So on the scale of one to ten, how pissed at me are you, Mr. Russo?”

Billy turned his head sharply to a side, leaning on the high table, and spotted Anthony Stark himself, nursing a glass of whiskey. “For taking your queen away from you? Excuse the chess metaphor, but that woman”, Stark took a sip of his whiskey and savoured it before swallowing it down. “Is a goddamn queen.”

Billy chuckled, straightening up, digging his hands into the pockets of his trousers.

“That, she is,” he whispered, his eyes still piercing the spot in the crowd where your smiling face was mere minutes ago.

—

When the opera ended, both Billy and you couldn’t be more relieved - because both of you hated it with passion.

Exchanging meaningful glances in the dark during the singers’ performances now and then, you had to bite your tongue in order to not just ask Billy if you could maybe sneak out. Russo proved to be more stoic than you, carefully covering your hand with his in what was meant to be a comforting gesture.

You didn’t look at him once after that, afraid to say or do something that would make him remove his hand.

How much more pathetic could you get?

When the performance was over, Billy led you out of the opera house without saying a word, his hand hugging carefully the small of your back.

His silence was unnerving. You didn’t know what to make of it. Should you have shaken his hand off back in the darkness of the concert hall? Or should you have caressed it with your thumb?

Your mind was spinning in circles by the time he opened the door for you and you slid into the front passenger seat of his Rolls goddamn Royce.

When he got in the car and gripped his steering wheel, you reached out and placed your hand on his whitening knuckles.

“Billy,” you spoke softly, barely audibly. “Is everything alright?”

“Yes,” he whispered back, turning his head to a side to face you. His black eyes stared into yours, looking hypnotised and helpless. “Everything is fine.”

It didn’t take a degree in Psychology to see that he was lying. You could feel his gaze on you as you turned away from him, taking your hand away at the same time.

Billy started the car. The revving engine filled the silence, loaded with the unsaid words.

—

“…he then walked me to my door, we exchanged our goodbyes. And that was it,” you finished lightly, looking back at Karen.

Her eyes were red as she stared at you, unblinking.

“Unbelievable…” she whispered. “So you never told him?…” her lips barely moved.

You sighed.

“Have you ever felt like you’re potentially in love with someone? Like, you don’t actually love him, you know you don’t, but one day you realise that you could? You realise just how easy it would be for you to fall in love with him? With all the teasing and the banter, the play hitting each other, calling each other names, just…. You start to pick up on little things - like if you listen closely, in every shut up, there’s a barely-there ring of I could love you.”  You shifted on the floor a little, and Karen watched your memories transport you somewhere else again. While physically your were here, in your apartment - with your fluttering eye-lashes, uneven breathing and loaded expression - mentally, you were somewhere else.

“….You probably don’t notice it at first, but your body is drawn to him. Every accidental or absentminded touch…” you continued quietly. “And there’s that twinkle in his eyes when he looks at you and it messes you up, because - what’s going on with you? What the hell does it even mean? Are you imagining shit? You’re trying to make sense.”  

Karen didn’t interrupt, still staring at you as if she were seeing you for the first time

“I mean, he didn’t ask for any of it, you know?” you finally raised your foggy stare at Karen, as if searching for confirmation. “Maybe he just did something dumb one day, smiled at you or said something that seemed important and then all of the sudden you’re full on Looney Tunes, seeing stuff that isn’t there?”

Your words barely audible, you swallowed hard, before continuing.  “…I just kept looking at him with what ifs, and could haves, seeing all that goddamn potential. It’s so fucking twisted. Over-analyzing everything? Waiting for a sign?…” you chuckled bitterly all of the sudden. “…I was so fucking scared of reading too much into it, of crossing that line, because… It would be so easy!… Falling in love with him would have been so easy.”

Oh sweetheart, Karen’s eyes glowed with comfort as she reached out for your hand and squeezed it softly. But you already are in love with him.   

A loaded silence ripped through the air in your living room. The sound of an engine revving somewhere close squeezed its way through the slit of an opened window, and it seemed to break the trance.

Both Karen and you shuddered, and as you took in the realisation Karen’s eyes just bestowed upon you, you pinched the bridge of your nose.

“It’s pretty late,” Karen spoke up, reading you like an open book. She knew it was her cue to leave the stage. You needed time to process. “Frank is in a bar nearby with Curtis, let me just give him a call, okay, sweetheart?” she gave your hand one last reassuring squeeze. “You know where to find me when you need me”.

“Yes”, you responded, blinking tiredly. “Thank you so much for coming, Karen. I didn’t mean to unload on you like that…”

“Shut the hell up,” the blonde advised, raising her eyebrows. “But honestly, Y/N, please call me once you… come to terms with things, okay?”

You nodded.

When Karen left, leaving the sweet and pleasant smell of her perfume behind, you closed the door behind her and turned around, leaning on the cold wood and metal with your eyes closed.

It’s been a month. This was supposed to pass by now. Billy was supposed to stop inviting himself into your dreams. You were supposed to heal.

You may have just realized you were in love with the man instead.

Letting out half a moan, half a groan, you peeled yourself from the door slowly, and brushed your hair back, wanting nothing more than to fall face-first into bed.

After you at least cleaned up a bit and put out the Dyptique candles, that is.

As your eyes scanned your living room in an attempt to asses the size of the job at hand, you stopped mid-way, zeroing in on the box Jax gave you earlier in the evening. It rested silently on the kitchen table.

Tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, you made your way to the kitchen area. Grabbing the package, you turned it around, looking for any indication of the sender.

The package wasn’t even stamped.

Curiosity getting the best of you, you took a moment to grab a knife from one of the drawers, and carefully swished it between the two cardboard sheets.

Flipping over the envelop, you heard something fall out of it before you could actually see it. A small sheet of paper floated in the air before falling on the surface, partially covering whatever fell out of the package.

Your heart squeezed the second your brain identified the object, attached to a worn silver chain.

With trembling fingers, you slid two metal pieces from under the paper, covering your mouth.

Finding their home in the palm of your hand, Billy’s dog tags shimmered in the dim candlelight.

Squeezing them in between your fingers, you grabbed the paper with your free hand, your eyes staring at one single sentence scribbled on its surface.

“You took my heart with you”.

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hellomynamiseglaf · 3 years

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🌰Chestnuts and Warm Milk🍂

My List of ~Favorites~ for Interactive Fiction and Visual Novels

(This is a work in progress so please bear with me)

Interactive Fiction:

The Wayhaven Chronicles (WIP Series in Development) - @seraphinitegames (Look,,, I’m just... obsessed.. I can’t stop thinking abt it,,, and I'm..... sometimes, I read and I think I feel like I know what love is.)

Mind Blind (WIP) - @mindblindbard (I just,, UGH it’s so good. I can't even say that much because my feelings about it are so potent that everytime I see an update I try to tell myself to leave it alone to play larger portions of updates as a treat and everytime my willpower FAILS and I replay the demo like twice in a row)

Demon: Recollect ; Forsaken (WIP) - both by @bathalafiction (whew...WHEW!!! Are you kidding me?? ARE YOU KIDDING ME?? Look. I was attached to Demon: Recollect. I loved it. And then I played the Forsaken WIP and now I can't get over my absolutely BOMB character design for my player persona. Also it's kind of fun being considered a jerk in the game, because it opens up a lot of different options that I usually feel bad about taking)

Shadow Society - @carawenfiction (the concept is so interesting,, I dream of more. Also Quaiel...baby...)

The Soul Stone War - @intimidatingpuffinstudios (also whew!! I really enjoyed it and the characters all picture themselves really vividly in my mind for some reason.)

Greenwarden (WIP) - @fiddles-ifs (reading this is like thick fog.. but in a good way? I don't know how to describe it without pictures but this IF smells like fog over wet grass)

Divine Intervention (WIP) - @divineinterventiongame (the concept?? UGH SO GOOD. For some reason it's always the first game I click to check for updates)

Golden (WIP) - @milaswriting (😈😈😈😈)

Blood/line (WIP) - @bloodlineoffical (simply put,,, LARRY)

Supernatural in New York ; The Bastard of Camelot (both WIPs) - @llamagirl28 (UGH Both of these are so good in their own ways but equally as exciting to see updates for. I haven't consolidated my feelings much further than "my MC for SiNY is so cute" and "Mordred is a child" but they're all generally positive.)

Ace of Spades (WIP) - @steph-writing (I keep thinking about,,, con........)

Nevermoore (WIP) - @asteristories (AHHHHH.... let me say it again for those in the back: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH)

Son of Satan: The Mortal Coil (WIP) - @sosthemortalcoil (YES.)

Shepherds of Haven (WIP) - @shepherds-of-haven (yes. I just have to sigh because it's very good and I like saying those funny little words of power. But also outside of the game I can only picture this game as a great, grey border collie)

Attollo (WIP) - @attollo (Also a very interesting concept, whoo... I almost forgot how immersive it was untill I played the demo again and was reminded of how 'into it' I was straight off the bat. Also the seperate, short little piece on the blog with Sysba was also really good and I had a dream about it the other day)

Into the Shadows (WIP) - @wynnakang (whooo.... I'm sighing again, but louder. I press restart and play the demo again)

A Comedy of Manors (WIP) - @sviyaginthegreat (I kept replaying options that I hadn't chosen before because I wanted there to be more lmao)

Fallen Hero: Rebirth - @fallen-hero (I think there's a sequel coming up? I haven't stopped thinking about this storyline since I finished it omg... the.. the details are really good and I've become ridiculously attached to my tragic villain? Character... she IS the standard for my reusable IF persona, or at least one of my most prominent ones ;-D )

Samurai of Hyuga (WIP series) - (I'm pretty sure multiplechoicestudios.com is the development blog for this game, or at least what I've been checking for updates..... this is a series with four book currently out.... and I've been playing through book 4 at slower than a snail's pace in a desperate attempt to prolong my experience. I really didn't think I was going to like it as much as I did but I got a little too into it and now I'm horribly attached to all the characters)

The Porthecrawl Witness(WIP) - @porthecrawl-witness (I'm pretty sure this is a WIP?? But ugh. SCREEEEEE- it's so good. It's SO GOOD. I really want to punch Talbot in the face. And Asher, if for a different reason. And sort of Staci just to try. Quinn is just a cutie I could never hurt him like that. Ugh but they're all so good and I forgot that I was reading a WIP untill it suddenly was over..... I'mfeeling really aggressive rn as I'm writing this, so please just note that the punch comment is meant as a statement on how interesting the concept and immersiveness of the characters and story is)

Forgotten Names (WIP) - by Alexandra_Zorila on the CoG Forum (turn the volume up. AHHHHHHHHHH!!! Look, look. It's..... delicious. It's SO interesting and I obsessively have a tab open on my computer to check for updates)

OFNA: Birds of a Feather (WIP) - @ofna (the vibes are so grey and smoky but the fog is definitely from a party smoke machine and the room is only dark because the walls are taped with those huge sheets of black construction paper that teachers use to cover their bulletin boards with... the game definitely falls in the 'dark and mysterious' genre but something just strikes me as really funny when I play it. Anyway it's good and it's in a lot if recommended lists for a reason. Also I'm very attached to my American Goldfinch)

More Things in Heaven and Earth (WIP) - @morethingsgame (in the same way that it's fun to play Guenevere in the Guenevere game or Mordred in The Bastard of Camelot, playing Ophelia in the sort-of Hamlet story is really fun. If anyone has read the Missing collection- which I absolutely love- by Margaret Peterson Haddix, this gives me similar vibes for some reason. Anyway, I really want to give Hamlet a hug and make him a flower crown or something)

A Tale of Crowns (WIP) - @ataleofcrowns (It's kind of not even funny how much I love this game... It's hard to even describe why I like it, just that it's so well rounded in terms of the story, characters, dialogue, and relationships. It's such an interesting plotline and it's pretty immersive. Also the first time I read the demo, there was an update as I was reading and the high that sent me on has very rarely been matched. Also Dara running to save my Crown in the tunnel?? 🤚😩🤭💓 ugh. UGH!! That's good food for my fool heart)

Scout: An Apocalypse Story (WIP)- @anya-dev (I'm usually not that into apocalypse themes/plots but I really enjoyed this game, and the plot was very good and intruiging... it really pulled me in and I like my character in the story a lot. I don't know why but it tastes like chikuwa, atsuage, and this specific type of carmelized onions that my mom makes sometimes)

Nothing left to burn (WIP)- @clowdee-works (......ouch. I *knew* what was going to happen and I STILL became attached to Drew)

Smoke and Velvet - @roast-ifs (It's good. And I am VEDY much into my character design. Also the story is really interesting, and I enjoy the setting a lot somehow)

Speaker (WIP)- @speakergame (very fun to play, and each update gets me more interested in the aspects of the plot. I also really like the little descriptions of what the characters think of the player)

The Nameless (WIP)- @parkerlyn (interesting plot, I like the characters a lot, and The aesthetics of this world are so interesting. Definitely had a good time visualizing what everything looked like)

Fields of Asphodel (WIP) - @asphodelgame (I think it's really cute so far!!! I like mythology in general, and the persephone/hades dynamic is *mwah!*... I like the way the story progresses in the beginning, and I think it works well in drawing the reader into the world. I also very much enjoy petting large dogs.)

...there are so much more.. and I have followed so many blogs.........

I'm not sure why I can't find it rn but there's this one WIP game that I really like where the MC buys a manor for like dollar and moves to go live there with her best friend and shenanigans ensue as they try to settle in and fix up the estate

Harbringer (WIP) - @harbringercog (....are you KIDDING me?? I was fully planning on just enjoying the demo and keeping a mental note to update the list sometime later,,, but this game... THIS GAME really made me fold. It's very immersive and regardless of how nervous the author claims to be after releasing the demo, it's of my humble opinion that those nerves can be calmed. It's very good. I was planning on procrastinating and reading a little bit and then going back to this essay I need to write, but somehow I got pulled in and ended up reading through the whole demo and it's apparent that I honestly had no chance of getting through this without becoming invested in the plot.... just... so good.. I'm very excited to see how this will progress)

Visual Novels:

Andromeda 6 (WIP) - @andromeda-six (I repeat: Obsessed, I come back every few months to see an update and I fall deeper into the hole every time...)

To the Edge of the Sky (WIP,, probably) - by Ajané (??) on Steam (I think, it’s been a while)

Next on my list to check out: Perfumare by pdrrook

Does.... does The Arcana game by Nix Hydra count as VN?? If so, then yes.

Similarly, the FictIF games are all entertaining, although Last Legacy and Heir to Love and Lies are my favorites rn (and.....unfinished....)

I also don't know if this counts, because I kind of consider Otome games to be their own genre, but on the Love 365: find your story by Voltage Inc. There are a bunch of fun stories, my favorite of which are: the Shinichi Kagari route on After School Affairs and the Saejima and Keiichiro routes on Bad Boys do it Better

..To be continued...

#IF_VN #fis fic recs #interactive fiction #visual novels #game #recommendations

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ducky-moo · 3 years

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It’s Nothing

A scream ripped through S.T.A.R Labs, sending everyone into a flurry. Weapon in hand and suit donned, Cisco and Barry rushed into the former's workshop, where the sound had come from, only to find you sitting bolt upright in a chair, alone, but panicked.

"Are you okay? What happened? Did someone hurt you?" They asked a million questions, but you just shook your head. Confusion crossed Barry's face, while realization crossed Cisco's. "Nightmare?" He asked, tilting his head to the side to really look at you. You let out a weak laugh and nodded. You had been having increasingly worse nightmares recently, and it was near impossible to determine whether or not they were real. You had been having them ever since your last encounter with the Twisted Shifter, which was what Cisco had decided to call the shapeshifting meta-human that was after you. It had been a week and a half now, and even though you were finally almost fully recovered from your concussion, you had still been staying at Cisco's every night. The two of you weren't dating, but...no, yeah, you were basically dating. He had been taking such good care of you over your recovery, and he stayed up with you when the nightmares hit, and he was the best binge partner you'd ever had. The two of you had already watched all 8 of the Harry Potter movies at least 5 times.

"Did you watch Chamber of Secrets without me again? You know what that does to you." Cisco chided as he lowered his weapon. This was the first time you had had a nightmare at work, and you hadn't really told anybody else about them yet. You only told Cisco about them because, well, he'd been sleeping right next to you when you had them. You made him promise not to tell anybody, and although he desperately wanted to help you solve them, he agreed. So he put up a flimsy excuse for the nightmare, and you went along with it. Barry seemed to buy it, as he laughed and shook his head at the two of you before leaving the room.

As soon as he was out of earshot, Cisco closed the door and sat down in his chair and rolled over to you, taking your hands in his and resting them on your knees. "Are you okay? That one seemed pretty bad, Y/n." Concern was evident on his face as he leaned towards you, searching your eyes for some kind of hidden answer.

"I'm fine, Cisco. Just another stupid nightmare," you mumbled as you turned your head to look away from him. You pulled your hands away from him as well, and he looked at you with even more concern. You tried to wheel away to go do something else, but he grabbed your chair firmly by the arms and held you there in front of them.

"They're not stupid, and you're not fine, Y/n" he reached out and turned your face towards him with his thumb and forefinger, "I wish you would let me help you," he all but pleaded. You shoved his hand away and stood up.

"You don't even know what they're about." You shot back, then turned to leave the room.

"Because you won't tell me!" Cisco exclaimed in frustration as he rose from his chair. He stepped in front of you and placed his hands on your shoulders. You immediately shoved his hands away, afraid he would vibe you and find out what your dreams were really about. Hurt spread across his face as you took a step back from him. "Why won't you just let me help you?" His voice was strained, and you could tell he wanted to reach out for you again, but was trying to respect your space.

"Its not something that can be helped Cisco. It's my grave and I'm going to lie in it. Alone." By this point you were near tears as your eyes darted about the man's face, trying desperately to make him understand. Your whole life you had had to fend and look out for yourself. It wasn't easy, but it was what you knew.

"You can't handle this alone, Y/n. For Christ's sake, I've been sitting up with you half the night for the past week, watching Harry Potter on repeat because you're too scared to go to sleep. There's only so much Michael Gambon Dumbledore I can take."

"You said you liked watching Harry Potter with me." You were trying to redirect the conversation, and you knew Cisco was easily distracted by movies.

"I do. I do like watching Harry Potter with you. But the reason we've been watching them is keeping us up half the night, and frankly, I haven't felt like I've been getting any sleep because I'm up the other half of the night worrying about you!"

"Please," you scoffed, "you snore like a freaking freight train as soon as you think I'm asleep." Cisco made a face that was a mix of surprise and offended.

"Okay, one, hurtful, and two, maybe I have my own dreams! And in my dreams, I'm worrying about you!" He defended himself. You had to admit to yourself, that made your heart melt a little.

"Why do you worry about me so much, Cisco? Of all the things in all the worlds to care about, why me." Your voice broke as you sunk down into your chair, and you buried your head in your hands. You heard him inhale deeply, and he crouched down in front of you, taking your hands in his and looking into your eyes.

"Because you're worth caring about, Y/n." His voice was quiet and soft, but there was such earnest in it that you couldn't help but burst into tears. "Baby, please," his voice cracked with emotion, "let me help you." He reached up and cupped your cheeks in his hands, holding your face so that you had no choice but to look at him. His thumbs brushed under your eyes as he wiped your tears away. You shook your head, watching his heart break as you denied him once again.

"I can't." You whispered. He heaved a sigh and leaned his forehead against yours, closing his eyes. You sat in silence for a moment before Caitlin's voice rang out from the cortex.

"Cisco!!! We need you!!" Cisco muttered profanities under his breath and shook his head.

"You know where to find me." He sighed as he stood. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head, and jogged back out into the Cortex.

Hours later, Cisco was sitting at his desk in the Cortex, going over data from all the previous fights with Twisted Shifter. "Caitlin, you said Y/n's vitals-" He was interrupted by a short, weak scream coming from his workshop. His head fell, and he sighed as everyone turned to look towards the sound.

"Was that-"

"Yep."

"Are you going to-"

"Yep." Cisco rose from his chair and made his way back to the workshop. At this point, Cisco was pissed at you for not letting anyone help. He was preparing his angry speech when a second scream rocked through the building, causing him to jump. "Jesus fuck," he muttered as he jogged the rest of the way to the workshop. "Y/n?" He looked around, confused and possibly slightly panicked as he couldn't find you immediately. Finally, his eyes landed on you, curled up in the back corner of the room. "Y/n? Hey, hey hey hey, you're okay." He rushed over and dropped to the ground next to you, pulling you into his arms. After a moment, he felt you struggling against his secure grip, and rather than fighting with you, he simply let you go.

"I'm fine." You snapped, wrapping your arms around yourself as you turned away from Cisco. He let out a loud groan as he schlumped back against the wall.

"Fine my ass, Y/n, I just found you curled up in a goddamn corner!" His voice rose in his frustration and he threw his hands in the air.

"I don't-"

"This is the second time today you've had these nightmares. You're being totally stupid! You need help!" Cisco was all but yelling now as he stood up. You started to walk away, but he grabbed you by the shoulder. You tore yourself away and whirled around to face him.

"Don't vibe me, Cisco!" You exploded at him, your voice growing louder as well.

"I am not vi-"

"Hey, woah woah woah, what's going on in here?" Joe asked as he walked in, followed closely by Barry and Iris. Cisco drew his mouth into a tight line and looked at you expectantly. He was gonna do what he promised, no matter how stupid he thought it was. You looked away from all of them sheepishly, rubbing your arm, but saying nothing. There was an awkward silence for a moment before Barry spoke up.

"Are you guys...Okay?" More silence. Cisco threw his hands into the air, finally giving up.

"Yeah, everything's fine. With me at least. I can't say the same for her though," he threw a hand in your direction, and you closed your eyes, sucking in a deep breath.

"Cisco-"

"What? I didn't say anything. I left the fun part for you."

"Y/n, what is he talking about?" Iris asked, taking a step further into the room than the boys would dare.

"I-I- nothing. It's nothing. I'm fine." You stuttered out, unsure of how to get out of this.

"Oh for Pete's- It. Is NOT! NOTHING!"

"Woah, Cisco, calm down dude." Barry walked over to his friend, taking him by the shoulders and moving him back a bit.

"Okay someone better tell me what the hell is going on right now or we're gonna have some issues." Joe stated, pointing to the two of you.

"It's nothing, I-" Before Cisco had the chance to explode again, Iris held up her finger to him.

"Okay, don't say it's nothing, because clearly it isn't. I'm pretty sure you're going to give Cisco a stroke if you say that one more time." Her voice was firm, but her touch was gentle as she rested her hand on your arm. "What's going on?"

"It's noth-" you winced as you caught yourself, and you looked frantically around the room as if searching for a way out of this, "I- I just- I-" You stumbled over your words as you tried to find the right thing to say. Preferably something that would cause minimum concern, or at least de-escalate the situation at hand.

"Take a breath, Y/n." Joe's soothing deep voice cut through the chaos in your head, and you closed your eyes, inhaling deeply.

"I- I've just been having really bad dreams, lately." Blanket terms. As simple as you could hope to put it.

"You're fighting...over...bad dreams?" Barry sounded confused, and you could tell by his voice that he looked it to.

"Yeah, I'm not following." Joe chimed in. You squeezed your eyes tight, not wanting to explain any further.

"How recently did they start?" Iris asked, rubbing your arm as she pulled you closer to her, away from Cisco's wide-eyed, hopeful form.

"Not too long ago- um- just a couple weeks." You were tiptoeing around the actual issue at hand, hoping they would let it slide.

"A couple weeks? Like- wait, a couple weeks like these started happening after you two fought the Twisted Shifter?" Joe asked incredulously as he looked back towards the door and back at you.

You bit your lip and looked down, nodding as you wrapped your arms tighter around yourself.

"Wait, is he still in your head?" Barry was suddenly coming to understand the situation at hand.

"Whoomp, there it is," you heard Cisco behind you, and you squeezed your eyes tight again. Barry looked between the two of you.

"Y/n, why didn't you tell us this?" You tried not to flinch at the disappointment and concern in Barry's voice as he questioned you.

"They're honestly not that bad, I didn't think it was that big a deal-"

"Oh no no ma'am! You are not going to pull that crap anymore." Cisco shook his finger at you as he approached you, then turned to the others. "She hasn't slept a full night in a week and a half. She's been forcing herself to stay awake so that she can avoid them, and there's only so much Michael Gambon Dumbledore a man can take, people!"

"What are the dreams about?" Barry asked. Immediately, your lips drew into a tight line. This was not something you were prepared to talk about. Not with Barry, not with Cisco, hell, not even with yourself. "Y/n, if it's something that can help us beat Twisted Shifter-"

"It's not." You interrupted him, shaking your head.

"Are you sure? There's nothing he's making you see that we can use?"

"No. It's just...He's just messing with my memories. That's all."

"That's all?"

"Yes, Barry, that's all. I swear. There's nothing in my head that's useful for this mission right now."

"Hey, she won't even tell me what they're about, so don't feel bad man." Cisco reassured Barry, clapping him on the shoulder.

"Okay...well, we should probably have Caitlin and Cisco run a few tests on you anyway, see if they can figure out a way to block him out."

"Everything's gonna be okay, Y/n." Iris reassured you as she squeezed your arm, then left to go back to the cortex. Joe and Barry left promptly, leaving you and Cisco alone again. Silently, you sunk into your chair, schlumping down as if the past 10 minutes had wiped everything out of you. And mentally, of course, they had.

"Y/n-"

"Don't, Cisco." You held one hand up to stop him and rested your forehead in the palm of the other. "I can't right now. I just can't"

"Okay." His voice was tiny, and quiet as he nodded in response. "You know where to find me."

At home later that night, you were walking around Cisco's living room clad in yet another one of his t-shirts. You had brought your own clothes from home, of course, but you simply liked wearing Cisco's better. There was something about the familiarity of each shirt that made you feel safer, almost.

"Y/n, can we please talk." Cisco was pleading with you as he moved to stand directly in your path. You stopped, and looked him in the eye, your expression blank. You had hardly said anything the rest of the day- just answers to questions Caitlin and Cisco asked while they were running their tests. You had just been left completely drained after the event of the day. "I'm sorry, okay? Actually, you know what? No I'm not. You needed to tell people what's been going on, and you did, and, surprise surprise, everyone's working to help you!" Silence. "Okay, look," his form deflated as he looked at you, feeling defeated, "I know you're upset with me. I get it. I'm sorry about that part, but not the rest. You're finally getting help. Soon we can have all of this figured out, and you can go home and-"

"You are my home." The words left your mouth before you had the chance to process them, and your hand flew to your face almost immediately. Cisco blinked, taken completely off-guard, and it took him a second to process what you had said. Once it sunk in, however, Cisco's expression softened significantly. His chest filled with warmth as he reached out to you. His hands stopped, however, before they made contact with you, as he remembered all the times you had pushed him away throughout the day. He inhaled deeply and closed his eyes.

"Can I? I'm not trying to vibe you, I swear. ...I just want to hold you." You could hear the yearning in his voice as he opened his eyes to reveal a pleading look. You took a step back and saw his heart break a little. After a moment of consideration, you nodded slowly. Letting out a long sigh, he reached out and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you snugly into his chest. It was more of a relief for the man than he thought it would be, and he felt a weight being lifted from his shoulders as he finally got to hold you again. He wanted nothing more than to keep you safe and happy, and every time you pushed his affection away, he felt a little piece of him die a little.

You stood there for what felt to you like ages, just tucked away safely into Cisco's arms as he held you. You were almost falling asleep to the sound of his heartbeat when he finally spoke up.

"Be mine. Like, for real. I want you to be mine. I want to do all the stupid cheesy couple things with you and I want to tell people you're my girl and I want to be able to hold you and kiss you and smack your ass in public," despite how your heart was racing, you couldn't help but giggle a little, "and I want you to know that you'll always have a home here." You could hear the smile in Cisco's voice as he spoke, and you couldn't keep a matching one from growing on yours as you simply nodded, burying your face in his chest. You could hear his heart skip a beat, and couldn't help but giggle as you realized you had caused it to do that. Suddenly, Cisco had scooped you up into his arms, and was carrying you into the bedroom. Gently, he tossed you onto the bed, causing you to laugh as he climbed on top of you. "There's that beautiful smile." A soft hum came from your throat as he bent his head down and planted a kiss on your neck. There was a quiet gasp that came from him, and he suddenly went still.

"Cisco?" You reached up and grabbed his biceps, then ran one hand up into his hair. "What's wrong?" He suddenly lifted his head up and looked at you, blinking slowly.

"Nothing. Everything's fine." He smiled and bent down to kiss your cheek, then got up and walked to the kitchen. You sat up on his bed, crossing your legs as you looked out the door behind him in confusion.

"Just forgot I left the oven on." He remarked as he entered the room once again. You simply nodded and watched as he did a lap around the room to throw laundry into the pile, then returned to you. "Hey." There was a wide smile on Cisco's lips as he looked at you, then down to your lips, then back again. The simple gesture made your face flush, and you smiled back at him goofily.

"Hi." The word came out as a giggle, which only made Cisco's smile wider as he reached out and ran his hand through your hair. His thumb ran along your bottom hairline and you froze, your smile faltering.

"I never noticed this scar before." He commented as he pushed your hair away from the long-healed wound.

"Huh. Funny." You replied, your mouth going dry as you backed up a bit.

"What's it from?" You were quiet for a moment, trying to come up with a convincing story when you heard a flash of Cisco's thoughts. Your eyes immediately widened, and you looked at him with panic and anger.

"You vibed me!" His eyes widened at the exclamation and he shook his head.

"N-no, I didn't, I-"

"And you're lying to me about it? God, Cisco." You groaned, burying your head in your hands.

"Look, I'm sorry, alright? I didn't mean to. I really didn't, I swear. How did you know?" You looked up at him and were silent for a minute. He raised his eyebrows at you. "You were in my head?"

"It was an accident-"

"So was vibing you! Sometimes it just happens, alright? Let's just move on." You nodded as he climbed onto the bed next to you, and you were both silent for a few minutes. Your hand drifted up to the scar at the base of your skull.

"Cis...what...what did you see?" Your voice was quiet as you stared straight ahead. He didn't respond, so you turned to look at him. He was leaning back against the headboard of the bed, with a look on his face that told you he wasn't sure if he should tell you. "What was it?" You asked again. He sighed and sat up a bit more, running his hand over his face.

"I saw...that." He gestured to where your hand was still pressed to the back of your neck. Another brief moment of silence.

"All of it?"

"Y/n, we don't have to talk about it if you don't want to."

"So you saw all of it." He sighed heavily.

"Yes, I did. I saw all of it...Is that what you've been having nightmares about?" You bit your lip as you felt your eyes well up. Hot tears started rolling down your cheeks before you had the chance to control them, and Cisco reached out to grab you around the waist and pull you back to him. "Baby..." His voice sounded sad, which only made you cry even more. He smoothed your hair down and kissed your head, simply waiting for you to calm down. "You're okay, I promise. We don't have to talk about it tonight. Let's wait until tomorrow morning when you've gotten some sleep, alright. You need to wind down." He rested one hand on your back as he reached out and grabbed the tv remote, turning on the second Harry Potter movie. "Scoot." He urged you to move forward, then slipped behind you and pulled you back between his legs. His hands began to work their way across your shoulders and back, carefully rubbing out every knot. You let your head fall forward, and he pushed your hair over your shoulder to place a kiss on the back of your neck. You smiled a little bit and closed your tired eyes.

"Thanks, Cis."

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shhhlikeme · 4 years

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THE SEXY

HALL🎃WEEN COSTUME 🎃👻💀🍬 YOU WEAR THAT MAKES YOUR VOLLEYBALL PLAYER GO: 🥵🥺 part 2

Haikyuu!!

Ft. Tendou, Kenma, Daishou, & Aran

Part 1 | Part 2 🩸 Part 3 🩸 Part 4 🩸 Part 5 🩸

Ojiro Aran -

A Pretty AF Princess👑👸

this hubby-material, absolutely perfect creation of a man has a royal kink. It’s not up for debate!

argue with your mother if you disagree

Not in some crazy cocky sense where he thinks he’s royalty or something...

It’s moreso that he literally sees you as his princess already..... and treats you like it—even though you two have only been on a handful of dates!!!

Where you wore cute and casual outfits only.

Sooooo when you’re dressed as how this boy actually sees you....mannnnnnnnn

Aran Ojiro is all: 😦😦‘s and 🥺🥺🥺🥺’s

and a whole lotta 🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩’s

Be prepared for him to shower you with compliments and attention, god damn

At the Olympic Team’s sober bar hop yall go to, Aran’s telling you how beautiful you look and how much a crown on your head suits you every half an hour

It puts butterflies in your stomach every time.

He’s dressed as a Prince to match you (which you had to beg him to wear because he doesn’t like the attention) and the entire night your new boo thing was treating you so sweetly

Kissing your hand, holding you bridal style through door frames, bowing to you 🥺🥺🥺🥺 the whole nine yards

The twins, Bokuto, and even Sakusa kept making fun of him for being so simpy

But the man didn’t care lmao! he kept speaking over the boys when they chirped him, yelling at them that they are FORBIDDEN TO SPEAK TO YOUR MAJESTY WITHOUT ROYAL PERMISSION 💀

You couldn’t stop blushing, even though you were shy... you secretly felt like you were on cloud nine by the way he was being with you, honestly

You thought the dates couldn’t get better but here we are.

“Ojiro..........” You blushed as you watch the guy you’re seeing and falling in love with Oop— press his plump and soft lips to you hand again.

“Hm?” He asks, opening them and looking up at you through his long lashes. He never removed your hand from his lips. You swooned even harder as your heart pounded, looking away. You tried again.

“Umm.... you’re just being so kind treating me like this all night even though your friends are making fun of you, and you say it’s because I am your Princess but.... you do know that YOU’RE the one that gives off a Royal vibes, right?! Your entire aura and the way you carry yourself—even when I first met you—screams King. Plus everyone says it. That’s why people keep saying how much your costume fits you. You’re Like........” You gave yourself a beat to think. “—-you’re like the kind and gentle Prince who takes over his father’s throne and changes all the mean laws that were there.... then takes the peasant girl for his wife because he only cares about true love. That would totally be you. You’re like, amazing, Ojiro.”

You were still looking away from your crush when you finished, immediately wanting to sink in a hole caused by utter embarrassment.

What am I, a damn Disney narrator?🙄, you thought pathetically.

Aran studied your features when you said all of this, his eyes softening. As soon as you were done speaking, he romantically pressed his lips against your hand again and then brought your hand down between you two, holding it.

Next, he gently turned your chin with his free hand so that you were facing him, and so that you could see the sincerity in his eyes.

You whimpered from the intensity you saw there.

“Y/N,” Ojiro began in his gentle-king voice.

“I could really go on with a monologue right now about how you carry yourself the same way you just described for me—like a Princess who overtakes her father’s throne and denounces any preexisting closed minded laws, then decides to give the humble baker—that’s me, a shot at a life of euphoria with you...... but I’ll save that for another time....” he paused, and you swore that you would never forgive yourself if the tears you were feeling decided to fall and ruin this moment.

“No! It’s you, Ojiro. I’m not even close. You’re so perfect and—“ A handsome smirk graced Aran’s handsome face, making your butterflies explode. Somehow looking at that smirk you just knew that he could tell you were holding back tears with everything in you, so, being the modern Prince he is, Aran came to your tear-saving rescue. He lightened the voice, effectively lightening the mood; but his eyes remained just as intense. He chuckled cutely before explaining the reason behind the intensity.

“Okay well uhh, hey, if you insist on calling me a Prince.... Then... as my first order of duty 👑, I’d like to ask you, my fair maiden, if would consider being so kind as to call this Prince: your new boyfriend? I mean—damn—sorry, did they even use that term back then?!”

Your heart bursted, practically springing out of your chest:

Not Prince Eric, not Prince Charming and not even Flynn fucking Rider had anything on how amazing this Prince was!

Your emotions bubbled over, letting out giggles that sounded just like a real Disney Princess’.

“Yes, Aran!” You exclaimed, lunging forward to hug him. Aran laughed brilliantly, thanking you.

You just basked yourself in this ending: Not knowing that your “yes” was the beginning..... of your fairytale.

A/N: shoutout to my upcoming King Aran AU omg I am smitten 🥺🥺🥺

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Kenma Kozume -

Gamer Girl 🕹🔌

When it comes to Halloween costumes.......

You and your boyfriend Kenma are both lazy.

So when Kuroo called and screamed at both of you because you promised to go to his work’s party tonight, (especially Kenma who would look really good to his superiors) you both reluctantly agreed .... again😑😑😑

While Kenma simply showered, dried his hair and put on your cat ear head band and called it a day,

You realized that you had to scramble for a presentable costume. Shit.

You scoured Kenma’s condo since you have been staying here and won’t have time to go home.

Freaking out because you found shit all, your bf told you that you really don’t have to wear a stupid costume because this party is stupid and Kuroo himself is stupid.

Speaking of the devil: kenmas phone starting ringing with the Kuroo ringtone, meaning he was calling.

Kenma tried to ignore it, so you went into his game room to retrieve his phone for him.

While you looked for his phone near his gaming set up, your eyes fell on your boyfriend’s Professional Gamer headphones.

You placed his headphones on, fixed your glasses and decided you’d go as a cute gamer girl!

Kozume followed you in after a while when he didn’t hear you on the phone, stopping dead in his tracks when he saw you.

“Th-those are my headphones.” Your youtuber says flatly, trying not think about how mind blowingly attractive you look with them on. 🤯🤯🤯

You just pointed at his costume.

“And that’s my kitty headband. What’s your point?” You retorted, winking at him behind your glasses. “I have a costume now: I’m a gamer girl. Do you like it?”

Cat boy could only nod, his eyes growing dark. He pictured you gaming and it made him suuuuuper turned on.

You noticed and like the little shit you are, you closed the distance between the two of you and wrapped your arms around his neck. You puckered your lips asking for a kiss.

Kenma’s cheeks flared up, unable to stop himself from looking down your tight black & white tank top at your boobs.

In true Kenma style, he ignored your ask for a kiss.

“Kuroo is probably ou-out-outside, Y-Y/N. We should go.” Obviously flustered, your boyfriend quickly collected his phone from his desk and made a beeline out of his game room.

You laughed, calling out to him from your place in the room. “I saw your boner, Kenma!”

“Shut up.” You heard your monotone boyfriend call back. You could picture his blush.

You smiled.

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Daishō Suguru -

Poison Ivy 🧑‍🦰🌿🥀

Your boyfriend is a self proclaimed snake . 🐍 he even recently got one tatted on one side of his chest and it looks AH-MA-ZING

But anyways... like I said:

Your boyfriend is a self proclaimed snake .

.....And Snakes like leaves 🍃

Therefore, you dressed as a leaf.

LMAOOOOOOOOOO

After you got all ready,

You Facetime’d him because he was away at a tournament and you wanted to show him your costume

When Daishō answered while grocery shopping, he was not prepared. He dropped his phone, picked it up, stared at you in awe, then he quickly hung up on you.

He didn’t want to sport a boner in the fucking meat aisle so he practically raced to the cash and called you back when he got in his car. Lol

no but fr Daishou went gaga when he saw you dressed as the sexy Poison Ivy

Not only is he a DC > Marvel Enthusiast, but Daishō loooved Poison Ivy because he and the super hero/villain had similar personalities

Poison Ivy approached DC Universe situations the same way Daishō approached rival volleyball games: with a manipulative sense, a temptress grin, and ultimately being someone no one you can tell whether they are a hero or a villain.

With all of that to consider, your man wasn’t even thinking about that because he was too busy thinking you look like sex-on-legs

He stared at your body madddd hard

“Fuck me. I wish I was Clark Kent right now so I had x-ray vision.” He groaned as he covered his free hand over his face, opening his fingers to peek at you. “What are you wearing under those leaves? Anything?!” Your snake-like boyfriend tried to sound stern, but you knew better.

“Nothing.”

Licking your red lips, you lean toward your laptop so that your boyfriend could see a close up of those red lips.

You saw him instinctively lean closer to the camera and take a deep breath.

“Your Best Friends/Name isn’t picking me up for another hour, Dai. But you and I both know that really means two hours. Anyway, I’ll slip on underwear when she gets here but I was....... sort of hoping you could show Poison Ivy that snake of yours......before then. She hasn’t met him yet🥺.”

In his rush to get back to his hotel for some hot ass web cam sex, Sugaru forgot the groceries in the car. Oh well ;)

the extra grocery trip he’d have to take later that night was well worth it.

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Tendō Satori -

Skeleton Chick w Dope Clown Makeup

“Y/N CHAAAAAAAANNNNN!”

you cringed and put your hands out in front of you to protect yourself, just in time before your boyfriend Tendou tackled you on the bed you two share

You expected this, and that’s why you had strategically placed yourself in front of the bed when you finally told your boyfriend you were done your makeup

3 hours ago, you had a long talk with your red head as he sat down with his legs folded like a kindergarten student:

“Ten. I love you, but you are NOT ALLOWED back in the room until I’m done my makeup. You’re too loud, and you’re making me shake. I need precision. I promise I’ll call you in when I’m done and have my costume on.”

Just like a kindergartener student, your boyfriend gave you puppy dog eyes.

“BUT—“

“Ztttt! No buts!” You shut your eyes so that you weren’t looking at his puppy dog eyes that get you every time. “Ten, you can come in as soon as it’s done.”

You heard him sigh, so you sealed the deal.

“Don’t forget that You’ll be the first to see it, my special boy.”

“Alright!!!!” Tendou jumped up.

“Please, bring me to the room and shut the door behind you.” Since your eyes were still closed, your boyfriend hummed and linked his arm through yours, doing exactly as you asked. He lead you to your vanity and helped you sit down.

“I’ll be waiting! Cant wait to see it! I’m going to bake a Halloween cake to waste time!”

You felt a familiar kiss to the top of your head, then you heard your bedroom door shut.

God you loved that Chocolatier.

***

3 hours later, you were questioning why you loved that Chocolatier🙄, because he was crushing you under his weight after tackling you

Your boyfriend quickly rolled off of you and began his chatter.

This was both of your favourite holidays so Satori has been gushing the entire week

“OHO, you look awesome, Y/N-chan! When I was young, no one would take Halloween as seriously as I did so they’d say hurtful things behind my back and it made me very sad.....!!! Last year Ushi actually dressed up as the peanut butter to my jelly which was cool, but he didn’t know the words to the song for Karaoke......” His eyes lit up. “But now I have YOU! Someone who loves October 31st as much if not more than me! Oh, and you look beautiful AND scary! How did you do that??? Can you do my makeup like that, my love?! I want to match you! I also want to make love to you..... and—“

You reached over and covered Tendou’s mouth with your index finger.

This cutie shushed himself, making himself cross eyed because he was now looking down at your finger on his own lips

You laughed. There is so much you could respond to, but thinking about a baby Ten being all excited for Halloween and his stupid bullies making him feel like shit for it tug at your heart strings, disallowing you to say anything else to your brilliant Chocolatier:

“Ten...........I love you. Happy Halloween.” 😌

This time, you hadn’t had enough time to put your arms out before you were tackled by an enamoured Tendou Satori again.

Who do you want to see react to your Sexy Hall🎃ween Costume next?

Part 3: 4/4 requested - closed 🚫

Part 4: 4/4 requested - closed 🚫

Part 5: (final part): 4/4 - closed 🚫

first come first serve - send me an ask!

Characters that are currently in queue: Iwa, Ukai, Daichi, Oikawa, Mattsun, Kuroo, Kyoutani, Akaashi, Tsukki & Noya.

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tomiokai · 4 years

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Agent Reid || Spencer Reid

Masterlist

A/N: I honestly have nothing to say but I write too much and I can’t stop as much as I try. When I watch anything I always have to do do something else along so when I watch CM I also write these. When I was first writing this I was going to set this all in one day but then halfway through I decided I wanted this to take place in a series of days so low and behold I deleted the whole thing and started over. Enjoy.

Please don’t copy my works, but if you do want to use it as inspiration please give me credit, at least tag me. I do read a lot and when I see my ideas getting stolen and then turned into new stories it really hurts me.

Summary: Y/n loves teasing Spencer by calling him Agent instead of Doctor.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Category: Fluff

Warnings: Extreme fluffiness. Some innocent teasing. Maybe it gets Kinky.

Word Count: 2.0k

Day 1 at the BAU

The first time it happened it was simply a mistake. It was my first day at the BAU and I was simply a rookie.

I walked behind JJ as she showed me around the BAU, the conference room, Hotch’s office, Rossi’s office, Garcia’s den, and finally my desk, that was also with a bunch of other peoples workspaces. JJ told me that we all worked as a team and I nodded along. JJ was very nice to me and acted as if I was her own child, perks of being young and likable I had thought to myself. At 8 o’clock sharp everyone started filing in. Before everyone poured in tho JJ had warned me I would be the youngest of the group which meant I was going to be the baby of the team.

I meet Aaron Hotchner first, he was as you would suspect the “alpha” man he gave me boss vibes, let’s be honest. He seemed nice enough but I could tell he was going to work me hard for the first few months.

Then I got to meet Derek Morgan, he, on the other hand, was not as uptight as Hotch, he seemed chill but he did warn me I better do my best but also be safe. I already could tell he and I are gonna get along well. He was cool.

Next was Penelope Garcia. She was the biggest sweetheart ever! She definitely had the best style. She wore funky clothes that I loved. She instantly loved me but I suspected she snooped through my personal life before she liked me, but can I blame her.

Next was the supermodel Emily Prentiss. She wasn’t a supermodel but she might as well be one. At first she was cold to me, like very cold to me, but you know like all ice they melt and now I proclaim Emily as my second mom besides JJ.

Then came David Rossi. He was very nice and funny. He acts tough all the time, but we all know on the inside Rossi is a big softie, he’s like a teddy bear. I proclaim him as my father. I think that since I am the youngest of the bunch I can proclaim anyone as my mother or father. Period.

The last person walked in through the doors and I felt like I was drooling let’s be honest. He was tall had dirty blonde hair and hazel eyes. He was dressed in a purple dress shirt with black dress pants and a dark grey cardigan. In my eyes he was beautiful.

JJ and I walked up to the beautiful man and she introduced us.

“Y/n this is Spencer Reid, and Spencer this is Y/n Y/l/n.” JJ introduced.

“Hi, Agent Reid,” I said sticking my hand out for a handshake. First mistake I made.

“It’s actually Dr. Reid and I don’t do handshakes, It’s actually safer to kiss,” Spencer responded waving at me instead of taking my hand.

I looked over at JJ but she turned around to hide her laughing face.

I looked back to DR. Reid and lowered my hand. “Okay Dr Reid. Nice to meet you.” I responded going on my tippee toes to kiss his right cheek.

When I pulled away he looked shocked and I just laughed. “See you around Doctor.” I smiled and walked away with an innocent look on my face, but not before I saw Derek pat his back and mumble, “You should really try fixing you introductions kid.”

Day 9 at the BAU

The second time I called Spencer ‘Agent Reid’ it had accidentally slipped out. We had finished a successful case and I went in for a hug with Spencer. Spencer and I had gotten close over a week’s worth of time, he and I had become very good friends. We would often go to 24-hour cafe’s and we would talk about books and anything we were interested in over coffee.

“Good job Agent Reid. You did great,” I said to Spencer as soon as I saw him walk through the door to the Philadelphia police station.

Spencer hugged me back tight but when we pulled back Spencer looked at me sternly. “Remember Y/n it’s DOCTOR Reid not AGENT Reid.”

I let go of him with a small laugh and winked at him. “Okay doctor, I’ll watch my mouth,” I laughed.

Later that night when we landed back in Virginia we went to our favorite cafe together and talked till 12:47 in the morning before the manager kicked us out because we were “too loud”.

Day 68 at the BAU

It slipped again. It was an accident I swear! We just arrived in a small town in Canada and it was my job to introduce everyone to the deputy.

“Hi, I’m SSA Y/n Y/l/n,” I said walking into the police and shaking the deputies hand.

“This is SSA Aaron Hotchner,” I said pointing at Aaron. “This is SSA Derek Morgan,” pointing at Derek. “SSA Prentiss, SSA Rossi, Agent Jennifer Jareau, and Agent Spencer Reid.” I introduced everyone.

Everyone shook hands and when it was Spencer’s turn to shake the deputies hand he refused and said, “Actually it’s Dr. Spencer Reid.”

Shit, I had thought.

When we were sent off by Aaron to go investigate the crime scene I quickly apologized. “It just slipped I’m so sorry Spencer.”

“It’s okay Y/n just make sure next time you say, Doctor.” Spencer brushed it off.

“How about I buy you a coffee after the case to make up for it,” I asked as we walked into the Johnsons house.

“Only if you get me a refill too,” Spencer answered as he inspected the house.

“Anything for Dr. Reid.” I sang back.

Day 143 at the BAU

When we had a first-ever disagreement I called him ‘Agent Reid’ just to rial him up even more. We were arguing about who would do better with children. Honestly, the whole fight was just stupid but neither of us was going to give in to the other.

“I did so well with the children today.” I bragged as we got on to the jet, Spencer right behind me.

“I think I did the better job,” Spencer responded as we took a seat across from each other.

“No,” I drew out slowly looking at Spencer dead in the eye.

“Yes,” Spencer responded taking out a book from his bag.

“Whatever,” I said, rolling my eyes and turning away from Spencer.

“Okay Y/n, whatever you say,” Spencer said, rolling his own eyes then turning his attention to his book.

I started fidgeting with my fingers as I mumbled under my breath. “I know I did better.”

Spencer looked up from his book and turned to me, “You know I can hear you right?”

“I know, Agent Reid.” I shot back narrowing my eyes at him.

“It’s doctor. D-O-C-T-O-R,” Spencer spelled out.

“Actually I can call you Agent if I wanted to.” I sassed.

“I’d prefer if you called me Doctor, Y/n,” Spencer spoke, he was obviously annoyed.

“Nope I think I prefer calling you Agent more than Doctor,” I responded standing up to go get myself a coffee.

I walked over to the coffee pot and flicked it on to make some coffee. I glanced over to where Spencer sat and he had turned back to his book, but this time he was biting his lower lip. I wasn’t a profiler for nothing, he was thinking of something for sure.

I poured myself a coffee and added in creamer and sugar. Out of habit, I grabbed another mug and poured some coffee for Spencer. Darn my stupid habits and I. I grabbed the other mug and walked back to where Spencer was.

“If you admit I did better than you, I’ll give you your coffee,” I said sitting down both coffee’s in hand.

“Fine you did better, hand me my coffee now,” Spencer said not looking up to me.

“I’m not convinced,” I bluntly answered.

Spencer looked up at me this time, “You did better than me Y/n, you are better with children than I am.” Spencer deadpanned.

“Fine,” I puffed, handing him his coffee.

“Good girl,” Spencer replied taking a sip.

I don’t know why but my face immediately heated up and I quickly excused myself to the bathroom. That’s when I realized I had a crush on him.

Day 757 at the BAU: Current Day

Over the past 2 years, I have never dropped the ‘Agent Reid’ act because: A) It’s a tease and B) It’s hilarious because he always gets so frustrated. It simply clung to me and it won’t be going away anytime soon.

I sat at my desk and typed away on my computer, it was a quiet day at the BAU. Hotch, Rossi, and Prentiss were all out on their own business. JJ was sorting through files, and Garcia was in her office having a dinner date with Kevin. Spencer was reading at his desk across from mine waiting for me.

I had three more sentences to write for tomorrows report and then I’m done. Spencer and I had plans to go see a movie after work today so I quickly typed my last three sentences and quickly shut off my computer. I started shoving my papers into my to-go bag and throwing pencils into my desk.

“Calm down Y/n, I’m not going anywhere.” Spencer laughed putting his book away too.

“Oh, I know I’m just really excited,” I said back standing up and swinging my dark blue cardigan on.

We walked together to his car and we got in together. “So you wanna tell me what movie we are watching now?” I asked buckling my seat belt.

“I’m not telling you, it’s a surprise,” Spencer responded smirking as he sat into his seat.

“Alright Agent Reid.” I teased.

Before I could register what was happening next Spencer lunged forward to me and wrapped one of his hands around my neck. I was shocked truly, I always thought Spencer was vanilla even after prison. I starred at Spencer in shock as he held me by my neck.

“In the past two years, you have called me ‘Agent Reid’ exactly 432 times. The first few times I get it, it slips, but now you straight up tease me with it, and you won’t stop because you know how much it bothers me. Were you trying to get me to snap, buttercup.” Spencer asked his face dangerously close to mine. The nick name came out of no where I swear.

I bit my bottom lip and instead of an answer I gave him a small moan.

“Oh you naughty girl,” Spencer whispered a small smirk on his lips.

I leaned forward as far as I can and attempted to kiss Spencer, but he moved back and smiled. He let go of my neck and said, “We can’t do that right now, we have a movie to catch.” before he sat back into his seat and started the engine.

I slumped down in my seat and pouted at Spencer as he drove. I glanced at him once in a while to see if I caught his attention. But I suspected he knew what I was doing and smiled as he drove.

“Finally he looked over at me and laughed, “Tonight.”

I instantly sat back up in my seat, once again happy. Oh boy was I excited about tonight.

#spencer reid #spencer reid angst #dr spencer reid #spencer reid fluff #dr spencer reid fanfiction #criminal minds #criminal minds fluff #criminal minds x reader

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ohallthecrushes · 4 years

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Drawing you in, part 2 // Arthur Fleck x Reader

A/N: I’ve been tempted to make it more creepier and less awkward, but as creepy as Arthur can be at times and as little as he knows about healthy boundaries, he’s a gentleman after all. He wouldn’t do much to you without your consent. @duhliriouss i’m sorry, it’s not that creepy, but i hope you like it anyway. ^^

Summary: Arthur loves you. He’s obsessed with you. After stalking you for some time and making a few conversations, he kidnapped you to his apartment. Into his bed to be more precisely.

Contains: struggling, awkward sexual tension, freaked out reader.

Word count: 2575

It was a slow process of waking up.

You wrinkled your nose and sighed deeply as your senses were coming back to you from a long dreaming journey. You always took your sweet time before you woke up entirely and got up from bed. Especially when you felt you had been dreaming very deeply and peacefully. And tonight was that kind of night.

You stretched your arms and licked your lips. You smelled a strange scent that you were sure smelled like cigarettes, though it couldn’t be, you didn’t smoke. You probably had left the bedroom window open, that was where the scent was coming from.

Your eyes stayed closed as your spirit settled down in your body. You felt some weight around your waist, but your still a little dizzy mind didn’t put much thought to it yet. You slowly fluttered your eyelashes as a blurry vision of floral sheets that wasn’t yours, alerted your conscious mind.

Something was wrong, very, very wrong.

Your eyes opened more widely as you realized that there was someone clung to your back, that someone was spooning you from behind. You looked above the pillow and you realized it wasn’t your bedroom at all and that person was definitely not your one-night-stand. Heck, it wasn't even a weekend, you hadn’t been drinking any alcohol that night before. You didn’t remember how could you end up in someone else’s bedroom, in fact you could barely remember what you’d been doing after you’d finished work. Maybe it was stress that was making your memory so unclear, or maybe it was something else, you couldn’t tell right now.

You gasped as you felt paralyzed with fear for a moment. The blood was rushing through your veins making a swooshing sound in your ears. You tried to stay calm, you really tried as your rational mind told you that panicking would only make the situation worse and you should first see what options did you have for escaping, but your survival instinct was giving you much more simply advice - run. Run as fast and away as possible.

You took a deep breath and gave yourself a chance to escape. You didn’t want to stay paralyzed and wait to see what would happen when that person woke up, and you weren’t up for a fight either. Your only advantage was a moment of surprise. So you told your legs to be prepared, you gripped the sheets to lift them up - no chance to get entangled with piece of fabric and fall off on the floor, and you counted to three. Your muscles tightened, but so was the grip on your waist...

You let out a scream and tried to moved up your body, but you were held down by a strong arms that wrapped tight around you the very second you tried to move. You screamed once again as your legs were kicking and your nails were scratching the skin on his forearms. But it didn’t make the grip on you any much loosened, if anything, you could feel yourself being pressed down to the bed even more. Your legs were soon caught by his to stop you from kicking and you felt his warm escalated breathing against your neck as he was keep whispering the same words that you got to understand after you stopped fighting so much, having to take a moment of break, before you would try again.

- Please, don’t leave me, please, don’t leave me, please don’t leave me...

He was breathing as fast as you and you could feel the skin on your neck becoming moistened.

Tears.

He was crying and begging you to stay. And as scary and confusing as it was, you recognized the pleading voice of his.

You could recognized it anywhere.

- A-arthur?

It was no one else than Arthur Fleck himself. Your neighbor that you made some short small talks with, a neighbor that you had a crush on. It was strange for you to admit it to yourself, but the fact it was him and not someone else, calmed you down a bit. Not that this made it any less weird or non acceptable. It just... You liked Arthur very much and you knew he wouldn’t hurt you. You couldn’t be sure of course, but you knew.

You were admiring him from away from some time since you’d moved in to the same building he’d been living in. You were too shy to ask him on a date, and you weren’t even sure if he liked you the same, maybe he was too shy also or maybe you just weren’t his type. Sometimes you got this strong intimidating vibes from him when he was looking at you from the other side of a hall. He seemed to be harmless and naive at times, but his sense of humor was dark and he had his own creepy way to approach people. Like, you could swear that he’d been following you sometimes, but you’d never really caught him doing that. He was nice and polite to you, but you often felt like you’d been watched by him, like he’d been studying your every step.

This man was like enigma to you. You felt like you knew him by heart, but his mind seemed to be too complex to be completely understood.

You didn’t know why you liked him exactly, there was something off about him after all, something strange and unusual. People were telling you to stay away from him.... But maybe that was the reason you found him so interesting and endearing. He was weird, shy, funny and awkward. And there was something in his eyes that was speaking to you on a deeper level.

- Arthur? - you tried once again as he hadn’t responded, so focused he was on begging you to not go. So scared.

He was holding you tight, so tight you could barely breath. He left out a series of muffled laughs, the ones that kept people away from him. The ones that always sounded so painful to you.

You reached and carefully touched his hand, caressing the back of his palm. It seemed to calm him down a little, making his laughter more quiet, but he still hadn’t responded to you.

- It’s alright, Arthur, I’m not going anywhere... - you said trying to keep your voice steady and soothing - I’m right here.

- Y-you’re not? - his voice was so soft and innocent, you couldn’t believe he could have done something wrong. And maybe he didn’t believe it either.

That thought sent cold shivers down your spine.

- No... - you kept caressing his hand like you were petting a scared animal - As long as you tell me what’s going on. Why am i here?

He buried his face into your neck and sighed deeply mumbling something under his nose.

- I don’t understand, Arthur... Can you speak louder?

- I said... - he paused as if he couldn’t remember the answer - You... I mean... I picked you up from work and... was trying to get you to your bed, cause... - another sigh - you didn’t feel good, but I didn’t want to leave you alone in your apartment, so... I’vebroughtyouhereforanight.

You were listening to him with a skeptical look on your face. There was some flashbacks of Arthur showing up at your work after you’d ended your shift, bringing you a smoothie, and you remembered going back home with him, laughing at something, but then the memories were too blurry to make any sense of what had been happening later on.

You furrowed your eyebrows thinking about it. His answer sounded honest and it was true to some point of what you remembered that had happened. But his last words were mumbling so quickly as if he wanted to get it out of his mouth as fast as possible and it was puzzling.

- And what about - you started as another disturbing thing came to your mind - what about my pj’s? Why am I in m-

- You insisted to change before bed so I let you - he rushed with the answer - but I didn’t see you changing if that what you’ve wanted to know.

You closed your eyes in relief, he hadn’t seen you naked then, ooff.

- And why... why... - you tried to word your question about why the hell had he been spooning you, but you tried to be delicate about it. He was still clung onto your body and you still weren’t sure what to think about the whole situation and what was he going to do with you - Why are we laying like that?

There was a long pause and you thought that maybe he didn’t hear you and you should repeat your question, but as soon as you opened up your mouth, he answered with a quiet voice.

- It was cold...

You made a noise of understanding though you didn’t quite understand who did he mean that had been cold exactly. You knew for sure that you felt hot right now for... oh, so many reasons.

You felt hot because you were under the warm sheets, pressed to another human being, but you also felt hot because you could feel Arthur’s body pressed against you as he was half naked. And it did make only a slight difference that you weren’t naked wearing your pj’s. He. Was. Half. Naked. And it was as uncomfortable as arousing. You wondered if he felt the same.

Well, his cock was half hard as far as you could tell, so probably.

Damn, what was wrong with you?

You shouldn’t even feel aroused, you shouldn’t even make a conversation with him in this position right now.

But then... How many times could you find yourself in your crush’s bed out of the blue?

- Arth-

- Am I making you uncomfortable? - he asked as if he was reading your mind.

Better later than never.

- A little bit, yeah.

He sighed and shifted away from you, taking his arm off of you. You didn’t move, laying still, too embarrassed to face him, though you were sure, he was as embarrassed and red on face as you.

- Thanks... - you murmured and bit your lip. His weight on you and his warmth were keeping you grounded for a while. Now that he pulled away, not holding you down anymore, you were even more unsure of what to do.

Sure, you should just get up and leave, avoiding the eye contact and never come back, but you were still somewhat paralyzed and you still wanted to know what really had happened.

- Do you... - he started as you felt him lifting himself up - I can make you breakfast if you’re hungry. It’s still very early but maybe-

- Alright - you said as you figured that if he was in different room, that maybe you could move from bed - I could eat something, thank you.

You felt him getting up and heard moving towards the door. You turned your head to make sure he’d left and only after when you were left alone, you turned around on your back. You hid your face in your hands and sighed deeply.

- What. The .Fuck?

You wanted to go back to your apartment and take a long cold shower. Or go back to your apartment and masturbate till you released all the tension you were feeling. You weren’t sure at this point. You felt excited and freaked out. You’d never been in a situation like this before.

You got up from the bed and glanced at a window. It was dawning, the Sun had just started to rise, illuminating the room with soft pink and white lights. Arthur was right, it was still very early and you still felt sleepy somewhat. You walked around the bedroom to refresh your mind, looking at things. Old carpet, old tv, old bed... everything was old, but well kept and cleaned and everything fit to each other. The bedroom was cozy and charming in its very own unique ways and very feminine. You felt like you were visiting your mother in your old family home.

Your feet took you to the door and you opened it, walking out to the living room. You quickly looked around and you spotted Arthur standing in the kitchen, with his back turned to you. He’d worn a long blue trousers, but still no shirt. You could see his spine visible under his skin and the muscles in his arms working as he was shifting a pan. He was making you breakfast and hadn’t noticed you yet. The delicious sweet aroma of pancakes being made filled the apartment bringing a soft smile on your face.

You walked closer to the kitchen and glanced at the exit door. Sure, you could run now or maybe even sneak out without him noticing it, but you had some questions to ask and you couldn’t let them just be ignored.

- Arthur?

He startled and turned around to you with a look of surprise on his face.

- Sorry, I didn’t want to scare you.

- It’s alright... - he smiled at you as he moved out of the kitchen and stood in front of you. Blocking the exit door.

You wondered if he made that on purpose.

- Pancakes will be ready in a minute - he said and you nodded.

- I’ve been wondering something and I want to ask you this - you started glancing at him - Has anything happened between us?

He parted his lips and looked at you with complex emotions in his intense yet shy gaze. He shook his head slightly and looked down at the floor.

- No, nothing has happened - he murmured as he shut down his eyes as if he was too afraid to look at you. His posture was tense, his head bent downward and he slightly shifted his weight from one foot to the other.

This time you knew he wasn’t telling you the whole true.

- Arthur... I need to know. If anything has happened that you’re not tell-

This time he shook his head more vigorously and opened his eyes to look at you, but he didn’t look you in the eye.

- I was dreaming, that’s all. Nothing’s happened I swear. You were sleeping and I didn’t want to wake you up.

- You were dreaming about what? - you asked more out of curiosity than anything, before you realized that his dreams could had been related to one subject only.

What could had he possibly been dreaming about while laying half naked in a bed with a girl, pressing his body to hers?

He glanced at you as he slowly straightened up, his green eyes went dark as he kept the eye contact with you this time, an unspoken dangerous promise was hidden behind them. You saw a corner of his mouth slightly going up in a mischievous smirk.

His sudden change of demeanor was disturbing and alarming, but also, and you couldn’t deny it, hella exciting.

- You - he simply said in a low voice, with a kind of confidence you hadn’t seen in him before - I was dreaming about touching you.

#arthur fleck x reader #joker x reader #joker arthur fleck #arthur fleck imagine #arthur fleck imagines #joker reader #joker imagine #joker imagines #joker fanfiction #arthur fleck #joker #fanfiction

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jazzytriestowrite · 4 years

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Forget Me Not

Fandom; My here academia

Paring; Kurogiri x GN reader

Synopsis; Kurogiri running his daily errands late night, bumps into someone who changes his life for the better. Wanting to express his feelings somehow and in a cute way, he gets you flowers with beautiful meanings behind them.

Warning; Fluff and angst. It’s me, of course there is angst.

Word Count; 4,283

A/N; This is a bnharam sfw server collaboration! My first one actually. The theme for this was flowers, and you can read everyone else's here. I can’t wait to read everyones fic, and a big thanks to Jojo for making the masterlist. Also sorry for any mistakes, my dumbass was proof reading at 2am 😭✋🏾

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‘’Sorry for being late, Shigaraki was having some issues today’’ The male speaks, a small smile on his face as he stares down at you. ‘’It’s hard to be on time when I’m babysitting a whole group of adults’’ He says with a chuckle, his hands trembling as he held the flowers in his hand.

Taking a deep breath, he put on a smile. ‘’I don’t know why this is so scary? I guess I’ve never really had to confess to anyone, as loving someone would be an extra task that I didn’t need’’ His yellow eyes close slowly as he thinks about his life so far.

‘’Bear with me though, I promise I won’t waste all your time’’ Kurogiri says with a chuckle, shuffling on his feet, his eyes watching you very closely.

‘’The thing is, For once in my life I felt seen. I always felt like a background character working behind the scenes that no one really cared for’’ He stares at you the entire time while he’s talking, not wanting to break contact. ‘’While I usually only saw people as tools to help further push Shigaraki’s success, I saw you as something more’’

He was very glad to have the purple shadow covering his face right about now, because his face felt hot and red. Was this what it felt like to confess? Why was he nervous?

‘’Y/N, The moment you caught my eye, I knew you were going to be a handful, but never did I expect you to sneak into my heart’’

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‘’Thank you! Have a good night’’ You call out as you walk out the door, waving to the old man behind the cash register. Walking outside, your eyes were met with the pitch black sky, not even a star in sight. ‘’It got dark really fast’’ You mumble gripping the two bags to your side.

Although the darkness was unsettling, you continued your journey through the quiet streets of Japan. Humming a tune, you swung the bags back and forth as you walked, legs already wishing they could stop.

‘’Meow.. Meow’’

The soft melody of a cat had a smile forming on your face. ‘’A kitty!’’ Noticing that it was just around the corner, you sped up to an almost jogging pace and turned the corner quickly, your eyes searching for said cat.

While you thought you’d be met with a cute cat, instead you bumped into an actual human being. ‘’Ah! So sorry Sir’’ The apology slips out before you even look up, already feeling terrible. ‘’I just heard a cat, and maybe I shouldn’t have been running--’’

The male in front of you puts a hand up and shakes his head, ‘’It’s fine don’t worry, no one is hurt’’ Finally gazing up at the male talking, you noticed he was.. A purple shadow? In a suit?

Giving a small smile you rub your neck sheepishly, ‘’Maybe chasing after a cat this hour wasn’t the best decision’’ You say with a grin, trying to clear the awkward tension you had caused.

‘’Luckily you are okay, yet this is a dangerous place to be venturing about during this time’’ His yellow eyes gaze into yours, and for a split second you are curious as to who is behind the shadow.

Shrugging you give him a grin and thumbs up, ‘’I’m a grown up, I’ll beat anyone up who tries me’’ You say with happy determination, showing him a few playful punches to the air. ‘’Anyone who tries me is trying the wrong one’’

The male blinks, looks you up and down and then frowns. ‘’You are right’’ He said at first, which made you grin again, ‘’If they are a mannequin doll, you have a very good chance with those punches’’ and que your grin dropping.

‘’If you are SO worried about my wellbeing, then maybe you should walk me home’’ You say as half a joke, crossing your arms as you stare down the male, to which he laughs at you.

‘’And now you’re inviting me, a stranger to walk you home? You truly are something else’’ He keeps laughing, not even knowing how to process your words. How dumb were you? ‘’If it makes you feel better, I’ll walk you halfway’’ He turns on his heels, rolling his eyes.

You swing your bag in glee as you walk behind him a small smile on your face, ‘’It’s way better to walk home with company, and you seem nice so what;s wrong with a bit of faith’’

He looks over his shoulder and his expression deadpans, ‘’You are making me worried with your naive thinking, in the future don’t trust some random stranger. There are lots of villains lurking around here, and you might get caught up in it.

You stop walking and take in his words. He was right, but anyone could be a villain. From the man who works at the gas station with a happy smile, to the girl who sells newspapers.

Him noticing that you stopped sighed, ‘’Come on, I already said I would walk you home, don’t linger behind so much’’ He smiled when he heard your footsteps running at him to catch up.

‘’I’m Kurogiri by the way’’

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‘’If anything, I think people who pour in the milk first and then the cereal are crazy’’ You state, your legs kicking back and forth as you sit on the park bench. ‘’People like that scare me, and I’ll run away’’

The person next to you laughs as he shakes his head, ‘’I guess I can agree, but Shi- Toma doesn’t agree with that. He says putting in the milk first is the only way to do it’’

‘’Kurogiri, I say this with much love,, but please get new friends. I’m scared for your wellbeing’’ You say honestly, shaking your head.

The two of you start laughing, both agreeing that this ‘Toma’ friend of his was a little weird. Sooner or later the laughing died out and a calming silence took over. Not that it was bad, You didn’t feel the need to fill the silence.

‘’Maybe, I should start heading home soon’’ You say softly, your eyes gazing out, eyes staring at the empty playground. ‘’Bet we look like creeps hanging out at 2 am’’ You say with a smile as you stand up.

Kurogiri nods, ‘’Sorry about that again, I work so much that my only free time is when the sun drops’’ He says with a sigh, his eyes looking up at the pretty dark star filled sky. ‘’It’s weird to think, that we became friends over you being stupid’’

‘’HEY!’’ You say walking towards him and poking his chest, ‘’If anything, you were the one who was so concerned’’ Crossing your arms you turn away from him, while making a sassy noise.

You hear a small chuckle before you feel soft hands turning you around, ‘’Thanks for meeting me again today Y/N, truly thought you’d stop showing up after the third time we met up here’’ Facing him again you give him a smile, ‘’Of course Kurogiri, We’re friends and I wasn't lying when I said you were interesting.’’

You were about to leave, but your eyes caught the purple smoke that was always around his face. ‘’Do you have a face behind there, or is the smoke your feature?’’ You ask

Kurogiri nods, ‘’I do have a face behind here, I guess you can call it some sort of mask’’ He says, alreadying knowing what you were going to ask next.

‘’Can I see?’’ You step closer, trying to peer into the purple mist, trying to catch a glimpse of something.

Kurogiri shakes his head, ‘’I’d rather not if that’s okay. If that makes you uneasy--’’

‘’Oh okay that's fine’’ You shrug as you smile, ‘’No need to give me a reason. I’ll take the no without an explanation. It’s not like I need to see your face or I won’t be your friend, it's only a face.’’ You think out loud, ‘’It’s your personality that matters, I was only curious’’

Kurogiri stares at you for a hot minute, before shaking his head. ‘’You are a weird one’’ He starts walking forward, ‘’Come on, it’s really late and you should be in bed’’

‘’Just promise me we can still hang out.. Don’t vanish or anything, not when I’ve already made a friendship bracelet’’ You jokingly say, taking pride in when he started to chuckle.

‘’I’d be very bored without a very wild and entertaining person like you’’

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You walk slowly down the sidewalk, your gaze down as you enter the park. You were never good with hiding emotions, so anyone could read your vibe from a mile away.

‘’Y/N??’’ You hear his familiar voice, but you don’t look up to meet his gaze. ‘’I almost thought you weren’t going to com-’’ He pauses seeing the state you are in, and he’s already up and approaching you. ‘’What happened? Are you okay? Hurt anywhere?’’

You simply shake your head as you stare down at your feet. ‘’Kurogiri, I know I’m stupid, but I’m not that stupid’ You finally meet his gaze, tears slipping down your cheeks as you walk past him and sit down on the bench.

Kurogiri follows behind silently, and he could already guess what this conversation would be about. A conversation, he dreaded since becoming a bit closer to you. From the multiple times the two of you hung out here, he always waited until you would figure out the truth.

‘’So you’re a villain..’’ You finally say, fingers gripping your legs as you keep your gaze low. ‘’Saw you on the news, with Toma- Or Shigaraki and a few others. They say you guys are one of the biggest threats to this city--’’

Kurogiri sighs, ‘’We don’t have to go through the hard part of you explaining you don’t want to be associated with me, I understand and prepared for this outcome’’ He states in a monotone voice.

‘’Shut up! I wasn’t done’’ You snap as you finally meet his gaze once more, eyes narrowing as tears still freely slipped down your cheeks. ‘’I never ever said I’d leave, so shut up about that’’ You whisper, shoulders sagging.

‘’I don’t agree with the thought of harming others, if they are good or bad but..’’ You trail off, ‘’They called you a villain.. But what really is a villain’’ Your eyes gaze innocently into his golden yellow ones.

‘’A villain is someone who goes against the ideals set by a hero. In everyone's eyes, the hero is always right and the villain is always wrong. But I’ve been thinking… Is the hero always right? Is the world we live in right now how it should be? Is what the heroes are fighting for something that I stand behind?’’ You rant as your hands fly around the place as you explain.

‘’I think,, no one is born a villain, and throwing around the title is a waste,, I’d like to think everyone is good but I know that isn’t true’’ You trail off, ‘’What I’m trying to say is, villains usually have a reason why they fight, why they keep pushing when everyone is against them’’

Kurogiri stares at you, mouth hanging slightly open as his brain tries to process your words.

‘’Kurogiri… What's your reason you keep fighting? What's your motivation that makes you want to go against the heros? I think your a good person, so there must be something that drives you?’’ You ask, curiosity swarming in your eyes.

‘’I want to know why, and then we can go from there.. If you are some brute who just wants to see the world burn just because then maybe we shouldn’t bring our friendship any farther, but if there is a reason… I’m willing to listen’’ You finally end your rant, now giving him the stage to speak, to explain and to open up his mind to you.

Kurogiri opens his mouth to speak, but in all honesty he didn’t even know what to say. Usually when someone says villain, everyone is running the other direction. Quick to think that what they are doing isn’t for a reason, that they are just terrible people in the end.

No one ever.. Takes a second to even listen in the first place.. Which usually leads to far worse situations.

Who were you? And were you just naive and too trusting,, or were you more. He wouldn’t deny that somewhere down in his heart, he felt it flutter.

‘’I guess it's time to be honest with you, and everything started when--’’

♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡~♡

Several weeks after Kurogiri’s confession to you about what he actually did as a job, things continued normally like nothing ever happened. Yet now instead of the two of you meeting late at night in a park, you often spent your time in a rundown bar with other people.

Or villains if you were to be honest.

They scared you at first, no need to lie. They had some powerful quirks and scary faces, so obviously you almost peed your pants when you saw them. But when you let it slip that you didn’t like the hero agencies and how things were run, you were engaged in a very deep, meaningful conversation about it with Shigaraki.

You gained more points when you said you didn’t really like All Might.

Within the several days you spent at their hideout, you felt more comfortable there then anywhere else. With these thoughts in mind, you came to the conclusion that the world was fucked up, and everyone in this hideout, had been treated wrong by the people who said they’d help out.

‘’Y/N?’’

You slip out of your trance when you hear your name, eyes looking around and meeting the very familiar yellow ones. ‘’Oh sorry! Just thinking about some things’’ You say with a smile.

During the weeks that went by, your relationship with Kurogiri changed drastically. While you were still friends, you felt as if he opened up more. That he was actually speaking to you and letting you in.. you felt like you truly knew him.

There was never a time where the two of you butted heads. He was always so mature and honest about things that it left no room to argue unless playfully.

While your heart hurt knowing that they were hurting people with their plans, you never really spoke about it much. And you noticed how the others didn’t really bring it up around you..

Other than Dabi.. He said he was going to burn some fellow to ashes and sprinkle them on their families yard for fertilizer. You laughed taking it as a joke, but soon realized he was serious when he came back with a bag of ashes.

Shaking those thoughts out of your head, you push yourself off the counter and yawn a bit.

‘’I see you're getting tired, I’ll get some dinner started and get you in bed as soon as possible’’ Kurogiri says behind the counter, setting down the glass he was drying off.

You hum, ‘’I was actually wondering.. If I could cook instead?’’ You take the silence as a big ass no, but continue going anyways. ‘’I’ve been here for a while, But I’ve noticed how you’re always taking care of everyone without expecting anything back. You cook, clean and babysit grown adults who cause trouble 24/7’’

You ignore the shouts of protest at your last statements.

‘’What I’m trying to say is.. Who takes care of you? I know you're a grown man and can do it yourself, but I believe you deserve a little break. So I’ll make dinner, and you’ll sit down and relax for a bit’’ You say hopping over the counter and pushing him out.

You hear a chuckle, ‘’So what, he’s your bitch now?’’ You turn and see the purple scarred male and shake your head. ‘’I don’t see you making your own meals or cleaning up, so shut up Mr. Wannabe Bad Boy.’’

You turn your gaze back to the male you were talking to originally, ignoring the protest of Dabi. ‘’I just want to help out, to care for you a bit. You’ve always been so kind to me without expecting me to give you anything in return,, so let me cook this one meal in appreciation. Let me show you I care’’

The small smile on his face gave you the answer you needed, and when he finally sat down at the bar you jumped in glee. Dabi and Shigaraki along with Toga also sat at the bar, watching to see what you’d do.

‘’I hope she can cook, I’m not up to eating mush just because Kurogiri has a crush’’ Dabi states as he lays his head on the counter top.

You shake your head at his comment, ‘’Oh Twice! Do you mind playing that song you were humming earlier? I really liked it and music sounds nice while cooking’’ You say looking towards the male, happy to see his face light up.

A few hours later, after everyone had eaten and settled down either on the couch or bar stools, you stood up slowly and yawned. ‘’I think I should be getting home, It’s really late and I have some work to do’’

Kurogiri who was sitting next to you stands up as well, ‘’Sorry, time seemed to go by so quick, I forgot how late it was’’ He apologizes, grabbing your coat and things, and leading you to the door.

‘’Thanks for the food, even though Kurogiri cooks better than you’’

‘’Yeah thanks’’

‘’Come back and cook again! Maybe we can have a girls night!’’

‘’Your cooking was great-- It fucking sucked you gordan ramsey rip off’’

You wave at all of them, giving them a smile. Glad they were semi kind to you every time you were here. You gasp, ‘’Actually I have something to give you!’’ You say excited as you bounce a bit.

Digging your hand in your pocket, you pull out a small item. ‘’I got you something! I hope it isn’t weird or anything but’’ You show the item, and it is a small blue pin with a flower on it. ‘’It’s a honeysuckle pin! I notice how you only wear these suits, so i thought a pin would be the best suit.. You’’ You laugh a bit at your own pun.

Kurogiri smiles at you, watching as you step closer, ‘’Thank you Y/N.’’ He says, letting you pin it on him. ‘’Was there a reason it’s honeysuckle?’’ He asked, wondering why the random flower, yet you were weird enough to see something cute and buy it.

‘’Well’’ You feel your face heat up, ‘’The meaning behind honeysuckle is.. Well bonds of love’’ You meet his gaze, ‘’Not that’’ You fumble over your words. ‘’I really like you, not as a friend but as something more. The love can be too soon or go too far, but I do love you. Maybe not as a partner yet, but I love you as a friend and want to push that farther.’’ You hear the entire room go quiet, and you lightly curse remembering that there were still people in here.

Kurogiri wraps his arms around you, and lightly pulls you into his chest. ‘’I’m glad we feel the same Y/N’’ he whispers into your ear, ‘’I’ll cherish this gift, and hope one day, probably very soon, We love each other more than friends’’ He runs his fingers down the spine of your back.

He was glad that you were confident as well, as he did want to say something about their friendship moving farther. He was more grateful that you weren’t moving too fast, that you were going with life as it came to you. A free soul who had no problem stating what they want.

‘’Oh yeah, Happy May!’’ You continue, your eyes meeting the ones in the back, a plan already forming to give them something else as well. ‘’I’ll have a gift for you guys as well tomorrow , So be here or. I’ll probably cry’’

A few laughs come from the couch, and they didn’t doubt that you, out of all people would start crying over something like that. They hadn’t known you for too long, but they could tell what kind of person you were.

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‘’Thanks again for the present Y/N, I didn’t tell you before, but I was smiling for hours after you went home’’ Kurogiri said honestly, ‘’It was one of the first gifts I’ve received.’’

You didn’t say anything to his words, instead remaining quiet and letting him finish.

Kurogiri smiles, ‘’I remember you mentioning May, and looked into it some more. May day huh?’’ He grins, now knowing why the sudden gift of a flower pin. Of course he would participate, even if that meant the guys back at the bar called him names.

He reaches inside his portal and pulls out a bundle of different flowers. ‘’I may have gone overboard, but I wanted to actually put some thought into this’’

The yellow twining vines or shrubs, were known as honeysuckle.

‘’These mean Bonds Of Love, these are the ones you gave me just yesterday.’’

The light purple small flowers were Heliotropes.

‘’These mean Eternal Love and Devotion, since I never want to be without you. I don’t mean to be weird or anything, but I do see a future with me and you together for a long time’’

The pink and really big flowers were known as Hibiscus.

‘’These mean delicate beauty. Y/N, you are something out of this world. The beauty you hold is outside, yes, but also on the inside’’

The last ones in his hand were a light purple mixed in with different shades of blue, and were called Forget-Me-Nots.

‘’Well, I guess you can guess why I got these. Y/N, these mean true love memories, and do not forget me.’’

Kurogiri smiled, ‘’I never want to forget you, and I hope you will never forget me either. I feel like you've snuck your way into my heart, and it would be a shame to forget all the wonderful memories you’ve given me. I’ve always been so happy spending my time with you, and never once did I regret it’’

His heart warmed when he saw your smile, making his heart flutter.

Well, he could only imagine you’d be smiling. Bending down, he places the flowers he made on the pile of dirt in front of him. He glanced up at the headstone, his hand lightly caressing the side of it. ‘’I’m sorry I dragged you into my mess Love, and I’m sorry I couldn’t save you.’’

He stood up, hands trembling as he tried not to think about it too much. You wouldn’t want him to be this way, so for your sake he was holding it together. But wasn’t this funny? Him a villain, wanting to save someone, someone who he didn’t want to use as a tool for success.

You were someone he was willing to be a hero for. Anything you wanted he would have given you without a second thought. He wanted to save you, he truly did.

He turned around, all the memories of you flowing into his brain. Your laugh, that always made him laugh as well. Your smile that made him fall in love with you all over again. Then your pure heart. Even when you found out he was a villain, you still kept your heart open to him. Something he would never forget.

Stopping in his walk, he turned to look over his shoulder, yellow eyes gazing at the headstone. ‘’I love you y/n’’ He says softly, before stepping into the portal, and letting you rest peacefully.

When he stepped back into the bar, tears flowing down his cheeks, he slowly passed the four members who were standing all around the bar.

‘’Wait, Kurogiri, did you figure out who did this?’’ The soft voice of Toga said, her blonde hair covering her eyes as she tried not to cry for him as well.

Kurogiri just pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket, placing it into her hands and walking away. ‘’I don’t care what you do, just do them some justice’’

Dabi slipping on his coat rolls his eyes, ‘’Don’t have to tell us twice, I’ll beat the shit out of all of them, myself Kurogiri. ‘’ He mumbled putting on his shoes before making eye contact with Twice.

Twice and Toga kept silent, rolling their shoulders back. They didn’t have anything to say, but they sure as hell had some pent up anger to let out. Some punks had taken the love of Kurogiri, and a friend the two of them made.

‘’Lets go’’ Shigaraki states, opening the front door and narrowing his eyes. Looking back at Kurogiri, he saw the tears still flowing, yet no expression on his face. He didn’t understand the feeling all too well, but his heart hurt knowing the person who was helping him out so much, was so heartbroken.

He’d kill them all. He’d kill them all for hurting his friend. He’d make sure to avenge y/n, the only person who wasn’t a villain, who he could talk to without wanting to kill them 24/7. They were a good person.

Toga, Twice, Dabi and Shigaraki was about to go fuck some people up.

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Mischief, Meet Your Match - Chapter Five (Loki x Reader)

WARNINGS: Violence, Swearing, Smut, Loki

SUMMARY:

Sam would say your liking for bad boys has gone too far.

Tony would kill the God of Mischief with his bare hands.

Steve would lock you in your room and never let you out.

Natasha would probably just throw you off the roof.

But there’s just something about Loki that draws you to him, and you couldn’t help it even if you wanted to.

MASTERLIST

By the time you reached the outskirts of the city Loki had taken to ignoring you, annoyed by your constant barrage of questions. Not that you really noticed, you were talking at a hundred miles an minute and he wouldn’t have been able to get a word in if he’d tried.

“How am I going to you know… talk to them? And what are their customs? Mischief what if I offend them?” You asked with considerable concern.

This was your first foray into Alien territory, you didn’t want to screw it up and upset anyone.

His fingers closed around your wrist and he pulled you backwards, spinning you so you were facing him.

“What are you doing now?” You sighed.

He only smirked and stepped in closer, his arm wrapping around your waist. The once steady beat of your heart picked up until your heart was thrumming like a trapped hummingbird against your ribs.

“Mischief?” You choked out in a whisper.

He dipped his head until his lips were just a mere breath from yours and against your better instincts your eyes fluttered closed in anticipation. He whispered something against your lips, something you didn’t understand and a cool tingling started in your lips, spreading through your body like an electric shock. Your head felt clouded and heavy.

Abruptly he released you. It was so sudden you almost fell over and scrambled to regain your balance as he turned on his heel and strode away.

“There, now you needn’t worry about the communication barrier.” Loki said over his shoulder.

“Wait, what?”

“Allspeak Kitten. You can understand and be understood by almost any being in the universe now.” He elaborated.

Your fingers brushed over your lips as you frowned. It was a spell, he had enchanted you, not kissed you.

“Wait, you’re saying I can talk to Aliens? I’m going to be able to talk to them?” You gasped.

“You are aware I myself am what you would class as an Alien? As is my brother.” He said dryly, taking the time to look back at you like you were an idiot.

“Thor’s not an Alien, he’s a puppy.” You scoffed as you caught up with him.

“And me?” He probed.

“I could spend a lifetime trying to figure out what you are and not have any answers.” You told him.

“What a waste of a lifetime, especially since yours is so short.”

“Don’t worry Mischief, I wouldn’t really waste my life on you…...”

You trailed off mid-sentence because someone walked out of a doorway and across your path. The person was about 4ft tall, green, had a trunk with a snail-like shell around it and two eyes raised on stalks above it’s head, and didn’t appreciate you staring it.

“What the hell are you looking at?” They snapped.

“You.” You said dumbly.

You hadn’t meant it to come out rude or antagonistic but they seemed to take it that way, ducking their head down and hurrying away.

“Oh. Oh no, I didn’t mean it like that.” You said, looking after them forlornly.

“Ciegrimite, native to this planet.” Loki supplied helpfully.

“Cool!” You said, awestruck.

The further into the city you got, the more that awestruck feeling grew. It was a cluster of new sounds and smells, some you could find similarity in, some completely foreign. There were aliens that were indistinguishable from you and Loki, though some had blue, green or purple skin. There were various beings though that were absolutely nothing like you as well though and everytime you saw one, you got a little giddy.

“Who’s that?” You asked, tugging on Loki’s sleeve like an excited child.

“A Calurnian. I’m not personally acquainted with her though so I can’t tell you who it is.” He said with only a hint of mocking.

A small furry brown creature that came up to about your waist saw you peering at it and before you could look away before offending it, it waved at you. You waved back enthusiastically, ignoring Loki rolling his eyes beside you.

“Druff. Idiotic things, they possess no more than a childlike intelligence and have an even shorter lifespan than you do.” He whispered.

“What? How long do they live?”

“Three years, give or take.” He shrugged.

You looked back at the small being sadly. Three years wasn’t long at all, no wonder they had childlike intelligence, they never even grew up.

“It’s not all beautiful after all is it?” Loki taunted.

“Beauty isn’t measured by quantity Mischief.” You snapped.

He seemed taken aback by the sudden souring of your mood.

“Enlighten me then Kitten, how does one measure beauty?” He challenged.

“You don’t.” You said simply.

If he needed it explained, then he was never going to understand. You kind of got it though, when you lived for millenia then things lost their charm and excitement and your standards got higher, being raised as Royalty probably didn’t help either. You were actually glad that you would never live long enough to become that numb to things.

“This is one of the seedier taverns in the city, well know to be frequented by pirates and mercenaries.” Loki said, nodding towards a one storey shack.

Even if this world was unfamiliar to you, you could tell that the tavern wasn’t a nice place. It had a very bad vibe and the raucous yelling and sounds of fighting coming from it put you on alert even before Loki had pointed it out.

“What are you doing now?” He sighed in exasperation when you didn’t follow him but started scoping out an alleyway instead.

“I though you were like the King of Sneaky? If I watch from here, I have a clear view in through the windows. It’s better than stomping in and attracting attention.” You explained, perching on top a railing so you could see the whole inside of the tavern from your vantage point.

Loki might have argued if it weren’t for the brisk professional manner you had taken up. You had slipped into mission mode.

“Yes, it’s better if you stay out here. You can be my secret weapon.” He agreed with a slight nod of his head, acting like he had come up with the idea.

“If you need me, scratch your right eyebrow. If you need me to get ready, scratch your left.” You ordered.

“How droll.” He sighed.

“Ok, counter offer, I’ll wait for somebody to stab you. Soon as I see you bleeding, that’ll be my signal to come in.” You offered.

“Everytime I think we’re making progress you say something like that, I’m starting to think you don’t like me.” He quipped dryly.

“I like you.” You said with a casual shrug.

He narrowed his eyes and waited for the punchline but there wasn’t one.

“Even after I kidnapped you and forced you to play bodyguard to me?”

“An alien waved at me, I’m pretty over the kidnapping thing as long as I get home soon. And you’re not the worst company in the world.. or the universe.” You informed him with a teasing smirk.

“So there’s hope for us yet then.” He deduced with a grin.

He leant on the wall so he was towering over you with his considerable height, his eyes twinkling and his lips upturned.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself. I like you but I don’t trust you. I’d say I wouldn’t trust you as far as I could throw you but I think I could actually throw you quite a bit further than I’d ever be able to trust you Mischief. You’re still the god of lies, and fire and chaos, and you tried to take over my planet and attacked my family. I’m working with you because I have no choice but don’t forget that I’m still and Avenger and you’re still a villain.” You said, reminding yourself more than him.

Everything you had said was technically true. He was the bad guy and you were trying your best to be a hero. You were helping him because you were essentially his prisoner. Neither of you could afford to forget that. You guessed Loki wasn’t pleased with the reminder because his expression went cold and he turned around and walked into the tavern without another word.

And if you felt guilty for hurting his feelings then it was just weakness on your part and you needed to do better. Making friends with Loki was not on the agenda. All that was on the agenda was getting home.

You needed to get back home, to Steve.

~~~Two Hours Later~~~

Loki exited the tavern furiously. He had been forced to threaten his way out, leaving at least two bodies in his wake and you, you hadn’t deigned to show up. He stormed over to the alleyway he’d left you in and as he suspected, found it void of your presence. There was a slight chance you had been taken but he suspected that if you had somehow been unable to fight off an attacker you would have at least made such a scene that he would have heard it. No, he knew what had happened. You had abandoned him.

Ire coursed through his veins at your unreliability and callousness. He thought you had reached an accord and you had scuttled off like a cockroach the second his back was turned. You were really arrogant enough to believe you could survive in this place without him, lightyears away from your home and your precious Avengers without any backup.

He bit down a groan of frustration and began searching for you, trying to think like you would to figure out where you had gone. He searched all through the marketplace assuming you would be entranced by the stalls of shiny worthless junk but he turned up no sign of you. He could just leave you here but that was too close to mercy and he wanted to make you pay for your betrayal. He’d been kind and this is how you repayed him.

So what if he had kidnapped you, you had tried to trick him first. In fact, you were the reason he had been captured in the first place. Even if you thought you had just been defending the little hunk of space debris you called a planet you had no right. And he hadn’t hurt you, he had even let you attack him without repercussion. He had used his magic to gift you allspeak, something usually reserved for Asgardians, and just because you’d been so worried about being able to talk with the insignificant beings who traversed this place. Well he hoped that you enjoyed being able to understand them before they slit your throat and threw you in a pit. Though the thought of that happening did make him quicken his pace.

Because he was the one who deserved to kill you, not because he was worried.

His search for you came to an abrupt conclusion when instead of him finding you, you literally fell at his feet. Or to be precise, someone bodily threw you out of a tavern and into his path.

“Mishiff?” You slurred, squinting at him from the ground.

He stared down at you, half furious, half perplexed.

“Kitten.” He said lowly, his tone dripping with venom.

He knelt down and grabbed a fistful of your shirt, dragging you to your feet, glaring daggers at the ginormous bovine like creature that had unceremoniously thrown you in the dirt.

“Leave. Now. Before I make you pay in blood for laying a hand on her.” He snarled at it, his eyes flashing dangerously.

It seemed to understand the danger and slowly backed away. When it had retreated back inside the Inn he looked down at you.

“’Lo.” You said amicably, blinking up at him.

“You’re drunk.” He seethed.

“Yup! They have strong stuff here, gets even super shoulders drunk.”

“Of all the stupid, ignorant, lowly creatures in this universe you are the one I trusted and you abandoned me if favour of getting drunk.” He clarified, deadly calm.

“You didn’t trust me with a thing, you napped me by *hiccup* accident. You were just being a dick so get off that high…. Thingy… HORSE!” You screeched, trying to turn around and looking confounded by the fact you couldn’t seem to move.

He noticed a few people watching the commotion and swore under his breath.

“Move.” He snarled at you, pushing you ahead of him and swearing again when you stumbled and he was forced to catch you.

He sighed and kept a grip on your waist, dragging you off the streets.

“Where we going?” You asked giddily.

“Out of sight,” He hissed.

“Oh, I’m in trouble now!” You yelped.

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