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shadeysprings · 1 year

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Anything for You

— Loki x F!Reader x Vision

Summary: Your Valentine's Day date with your boyfriend is interrupted by his childhood best friend.

Warnings: This is a dark fic. Noncon, smut—spit roasting, oral (m receiving), coercion, betrayal & allusions to sex trafficking. There may be more that I missed.

A/N: Happy Valentine's Day, everyone! Let's break some hearts. Italics are flashbacks and thoughts. Shoutout to my momo, @mochie85, for being a rockstar beta. This fic is part of my sleepover gift to y'all.

Your feedback is highly appreciated and encouraged. Reblogs would be really amazing. Enjoy! ❤️

Heart full and elated, you smile while staring out the window of Loki’s car as he drives down the highway. The lights from the lamp posts are the only one that shines into the dark vehicle, soft jazz music playing in the background accompanied by your boyfriend’s soft humming while he taps against the leather covering of the wheel.

Your eyes drift to the rearview mirror and the smile on your face only grows further, the bouquet of red roses sitting idly in the backseat, a reminder of how the evening began that only cruised through into something bigger than what you’ve expected.

You give a smile of thanks at the maitre d’ when he shows you to the private booth. A surprised gasp leaves your lips upon seeing Loki standing to greet you, the bouquet of roses nestled in his arms a bright contrast and a striking compliment to the black suit he dons.

He meets you halfway, a chaste kiss pressed to your cheek, one you respond with a blush that scatters from your neck up to your face. “You look beautiful, darling.” He breathes and the compliment is enough to take your breath away.

“Did you have fun tonight?” He asks, turning your head to face him.

His eyes are still glued to the road while his other hand finds purchase of your thigh, deft fingers skimming over the exposed skin, sending a tingling sensation to your core.

“Tonight was beautiful, Loki.” You smile, taking his hand in yours and lacing your fingers together. “I could never have imagined an evening as perfect as this. Thank you.”

“The quartet wasn’t too much?” He chuckles at his question and you sense the nervousness rolling through him with how his fingers tense.

Lifting his hand to your lips, you press a light kiss over his knuckles, the gesture seemingly calming him as he lets out a breath and glances at you before turning his focus once more back on the road.

You look curiously at the door when it opens on its own accord, your breath catching in your throat when a string quartet files into the private dining space, the soft sounds of violins echoing throughout the room.

“Can I have this dance?” Loki asks and you stare at him dumbly when he holds out his hand to you from across the table.

“I—I don’t know how—”

“Don’t worry.” He says with a smile, standing from his seat and taking your hand in his. “I’ll lead and you follow.” Giving your hand a gentle tug, you slip the napkin off your lap and follow him toward the open space by the side of your table. His hand slips around your waist while keeping his grip on the other. “Slow steps,” He instructs and you obey.

You keep your head to the ground, watching your feet, not wanting to step on his toes and ruin the moment. But you then feel your hand move, Loki tipping your chin up for you to face him, emerald eyes shining as he keeps them locked on yours.

“Eyes on me, darling.” He coos and you smile shyly up at him. “I’m here.”

The ivory building of his condo comes to view and you feel a small wave of nervousness wash over you.

It’s not like you haven’t been over to his place before. You’ve stayed a couple of nights when it’s too late to grab a cab and you didn’t want to burden Loki with driving you home. If anything, the place is something familiar, the living space you’re able to navigate even with your eyes closed.

But for some reason, you feel this night to be different than the previous ones. With how magical it has been, your palms begin feeling clammy as your thoughts drift to the conversation you had with Carla before leaving to meet Loki at the restaurant.

“What if we have sex and I suddenly tell him that I love him?”

“Okay—TMI.” She visibly cringes before asking, “But, do you?”

You sigh before turning back to the mirror and nodding in response.

“Then what are you afraid of?”

“What if he doesn’t feel the same way?” You argue, feeling your cheeks heat up from the sudden surge of emotions. “What if I tell him that I love him and I scare him off? Or worse, he laughs at me.”

“Girl, he’s been showering you gifts left and right. He’s been hogging you for the last five months that you don’t even know where we put the pots and pans anymore.” Carla explains a matter of factly and you can’t help the giggle that escapes you. “How do we know for sure that he’s not the one afraid of blurting out that he loves you? That he’s not worrying he’ll scare you away if he told you how he felt?”

“I—”

“You don’t and we will never know unless you take that leap.” She stands from your bed and walks towards you, resting your hands above hers when she wraps her arms around your waist from behind. “If he doesn’t feel the same way, I have tequila you can drown in and a knife you can use to slash his tires.”

That makes you laugh.

“But if he does, I have tequila to celebrate and a knife I can use to threaten him if he hurts you.”

You’re breathless as Loki pins you against the elevator wall, his lips devouring yours while his hand runs up the expanse of your thigh, the fabric of your dress riding up along with his movement. You gasp in his mouth when he digs his fingers into the curve of your ass, feeling your core flicker to life and your cunt slickening, dampening your panties.

“Loki—” You mumble his name and tilt your head back when he reaches from behind you, his fingers brushing along your clothed cunt and pressing down on your clit.

“You’re already so wet for me, darling.” He drones against your lips and your eyes flutter close when he captures them with his once more.

The ding of the elevator signals your arrival and you’re left panting when Loki withdraws his hold from you, a chuckle of amusement leaving his lips at the sight of you left wanting. A blush forms on your face, embarrassment looming over you that you scurry out of the elevator, leaving him to follow, to hide the shame bubbling in your chest.

“Don’t worry, darling.” His voice comes close and you stop in your tracks when you feel his arms wrap around your frame, mewling as his soft lips press down on the column of your neck. “I want you just as much as you want me.” You feel his desire against the small of your back, feeling a sense of relief that it’s not just you fueled with lust but also the man you call your own.

His door comes to view and you wait for him to enter the security code before pushing down the brass handle.

All at once, your confidence blooms anew and you grab onto Loki’s hand to pull him through the threshold. But you stop in your tracks when you see a blond man standing by the couch, a glass of bourbon clasped in his hand and a smile of mirth playing on his lips that quickly morphs into a smirk.

“Victor,” Loki calls from behind you, your shyness coming forth at the unexpected visitor. “You’re still here.”

“Yes, I wanted to wait for you to discuss some important matters.” The man—Victor—explains, taking a sip of his drink before nursing the glass against his chest. “But it seems I may have interrupted your evening.”

“Darling,” Loki’s hand rests on the small of your back, taking small and measured steps as he guides your forward to meet his guest. “This is my best friend since childhood, Victor Shade.”

“Pleasure to finally meet you,” Victor says as he extends his hand. You take it to shake but startle when he lifts it to his lips and places a gentle kiss over your knuckles. “And please, call me Vision. I’m unsure as to why Loki here insists on such formalities.” He chuckles, his thumb grazing against your fingers before releasing you and tucking his hand into his pocket.

You’ve heard of him before, from the stories Loki would tell you during dinners or on lazy Sunday mornings. His best friend, who is also his partner in the trading business he’s in, and another one of the investors that help fund underprivileged schools.

He’s taller than Loki, is what you first notice, and his blond hair is kept short and neat, tousled in a swoop. His smile is kind but his eyes look electric and darker behind the rose-tinted glasses that sit gingerly over his nose. He’s as well dressed as Loki, the navy three-piece making his shoulders look broader and his frame, bigger.

You look up when Loki holds your chin, a wide smile etched on his face. “Why don’t you head on to the bedroom, love and I’ll just finish up some business with Vision.” He suggests and you accept the kiss he places on your forehead before giving Vision a small wave goodbye yet feeling a shudder at the back of your neck when he nods in your direction, his blue eyes never leaving you which makes you scurry on down the hall and to the master bedroom.

Closing the door from behind you, you huff in relief, the sudden appearance of Vision having rattled your senses. You don’t understand why Loki never mentioned that his best friend would be here, and from the way he greeted him—“You’re still here”—and the lack of surprise in his voice, he knew beforehand that Vision was present.

He was having a fun night with you. That’s why he forgot. The little voice in your head reprimands you and that itself allows you to relax, pushing the thought of Vision in Loki’s penthouse to the back of your mind.

You hang your clutch on the back of the door and run your hands down the length of your dress while walking towards his bed, attempting to smooth out any wrinkles that must have formed in your little romp at the elevator. The corners of your lips curl upward as Loki’s scent of earl grey tea mixed with a hint of mint wafts over your nose; an aroma you found comfort in since the day you first met him.

The mattress dips from your weight as you take a seat on the edge, taking his pillow in your hands and pressing it against your chest before burying your nose against the soft cushion.

“You look like you belong here, darling.”

You turn your head to the door when Loki’s voice surrounds you, seeing him leaning against the doorframe while holding two flutes of what you think is champagne. He stalks over to you and joins you on the bed, the pillow taken from your hands and replaced by the bubbly beverage.

“I hope Vision being here didn’t ruin your evening.” He begins, lacing the fingers of your free hand with his. “I thought he’d have already left and found no need to warn you about the matter.”

“It’s okay.” You smile, tightening your hold on his hand. “I was just surprised. Is he still here though?” You ask, looking past his shoulder and to the open door.

“He’s on the phone in my study. He knows better than to bother us.” Loki grins and holds up his flute toward you. “Happy Valentine’s Day, love.”

Love.

He called you ‘Love’ the second time around and it makes your heart jump with happiness. He’s never uttered the word before, not even once in the months you’ve been with him. But now, after hearing it again, you can’t help but think that all your fears from earlier were for naught, that Carla was right. Maybe Loki truly feels the same, that he loves you and has been wanting to hear you tell him those three precious words.

Love.

“Happy Valentine’s Day.” You respond shyly and take a tentative sip of the champagne, the bubbles tickling your nose.

As soon as you finish, he takes your glass and sets them atop the bedside table along with his. He sits closer and so do you, and you feel the spark once more setting a flame to your blood that you reach out when he leans in, wrapping your arms around his neck as he captures your lips.

His kiss is soft and slow, lips exploring yours while his tongue remains at bay in his mouth. But his hands begin to wander and you let him, your own moving down to grab hold of his coat and pushing it off his shoulders, hearing the fabric fall to the floor.

You part your lips when his tongue pushes past them, moaning against his mouth as he twirls the soft muscle against your own. He tastes of champagne and sin and it makes your heart pound hard against your chest, the swell of emotion taking control of your very being that makes you decide then there that you do love this man and you would do anything to make him happy. You’d do everything to keep him.

“I love you, Loki.” You whisper when he pulls away, your eyes glistening when he stares down at you, caught off guard by your sudden confession.

He inhales deeply and you feel his hands tighten around your frame. “Oh, my darling girl.” He murmurs back and you smile against his lips when he kisses you once more, lifting you off the bed and having you straddle his lap.

You mewl in delight upon feeling his desire pressing against your cunt, your hand skimming down his solid chest and cupping the tent in his pants. He groans and you preen in success, fingers moving to massage the growing erection before expertly flicking them to unhook the lock of his pants from the latch, the sound of his zipper echoing loudly in your ears.

“Will you—” He mumbles and you give him no time to finish.

You stand from the bed and giggle when he leans back against the headboard, following suit and kneeling before him to help shimmy his trousers and boxers off his thighs.

His cock springs free and you gasp at how hard he is, the tip engorged and pink with precum already leaking from the tip. He takes hold of the base and pumps himself a couple of times before you take over with your own hand. You hear his voice shake and it's enough to urge you on, leaning over to press a kiss on his clothed chest—where his heart is hidden underneath—before leaning down to lay a kiss on his tip.

Your lips part when you feel his hand rest on your head, a silent command for you to take him. And you do, wrapping your lips around the head and sucking on it slowly, feeling Loki shudder from the deed.

Inch by inch, you take him deeper into your mouth, gagging when the tip grazes the back of your throat. But you don’t relent, pulling back to trace the vein on the side of his cock with the tip of your tongue before taking him in once more and setting your pace as you suck on him hard.

Each moan and groan that escape his lips you take as a sign to go further, to take more and more of him and quicken the momentum you’ve set. You take the base of his length and give it slow and languid strokes, your lips kissing the edge of your fingers as they move in sync yet contrast with each other.

His fingers weave through your locks and you moan when he tightens his hold on them, pushing your head down on his shaft so that you move your hand away and grab tightly on his thigh when you begin gagging once more at his size.

Your pussy clenches on nothing as lewd noises continue dripping from his lips, feeling your walls slicken and soak through the lacey fabric that suddenly feels too constricting as heat crawls up your skin.

You feel him grab onto the hem of your dress, pulling the fabric and bunching them to your waist. You pull away from his cock and gasp when he gives your ass a sharp slap before grazing his fingers over your clothed cunt. He pushes the flimsy, soaked fabric to the side and moaning against his cock when he rolls his digit against your swollen bud.

“She’s ready.” Loki intones and you blink in curiosity at his words.

“Wha—”

You’re instantly filled with panic when another pair of hands grab hold of your hips. You push yourself up and look over your shoulder, your eyes widening in shock to see Vision standing at the foot of the bed, his fingers digging into your flesh and pulling you closer to him.

You try to get off, pushing away from Loki but he restrains your wrists with his tight grip, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips as he looks down at you.

“Loki—what’s going on?” Your lips tremble as you ask, grunting as you try to pry your hands from his hold. “Why is he here?”

“Don’t worry about me, sweetheart.” Vision says from behind you, your body shaking and tears falling from your eyes when you feel his hot breath fan over your cunt, a kiss being laid over the expanse of your ass. “I’m just checking the goods. A little…quality control if you will.”

The chuckle that he emits makes your heart constrict and you face Loki once more, eyes pleading that he saves you from this monstrosity. But his eyes are blown wide, and you see no remorse, no compassion in them, only lust and it shakes your very core and shatters your heart that everything you believed him to be, the sweet and kind gentleman you fell in love with, was all a lie.

Your body jolts and you clench your fingers into fists when Vision laps his tongue against your cunt. You try to kick your legs, to stop him from his malicious act but his hands grip your ankles, spreading your legs wide in the process. You’re left helpless on the bed, splayed open for him to take while Loki keeps his hands on you, making sure you don’t escape.

“Be a good girl and suck my cock, darling.” Loki intones, hiding your face from him as your tears continue to roll down your face. “We can’t let Vision have all the fun.”

“No!” You shout and pull your hands and knees inward, struggling against them to set yourself free. “Let me go!” But you let out a yelp when a harsh slap lands on your ass.

“Don’t be a fucking brat and do as he says!” Vision berates, going still as fear runs up your spine with the intensity of his voice.

“Please—” You beg, shaking your head as you look into Loki’s eyes once more. “Please, just let me go. I won’t tell anyone—I swear.”

You wince when your hair is grabbed from behind, Vision’s clothed chest pressing down on your back and you feel his hot breath fanning over your cheek. “You don’t get to make that choice, sweetheart. So you either be a good girl and listen or I won’t be kind and break you myself.”

“Now, now, Vis. Let’s not be brash about this.” Loki tuts, feeling his hand caress your cheek and Vision releasing his grip on your tresses. “She’s a good girl, right?” He says while looking down at you, fingers pinching your chin with his thumb grazing over your lower lip.

You nod in reluctance.

“Now, do what Vision says and we’ll be gentle with you.” He smirks and leans down to nuzzle his nose against yours before pressing a light kiss over your lips. “Between the two of us, he’s the nice one.”

You swallow thickly at the revelation. If Vision is the nice one and he’s already angry with your defiance, you don’t want to know what Loki would be like if you pushed him over the edge. And the thought itself scares you for you’ve never seen him angry, even once. You don’t want to see him angry. The small voice in your head whispers and your tears flow anew as you take Loki in your hand and part your lips to push him into your mouth.

Vision pulls back, his hands once more framing your hips, and you whimper when you feel the tip of his cock press against your clit. He teases you, rubbing his length over your folds with the tip of his thumb grazing over your cunt. You stop your head from bobbing and pull away from Loki’s cock when you gasp as Vision pushes himself in, your walls squeezing him tightly from his intrusion, your back arching at the size of his cock, feeling him stretch you wide.

“Oh, shit—!” He curses into the air. “She’s fucking tight.”

“Told you,” Loki responds, pushing your head back to his length. “No matter how much I fuck her, she always squeezes me good.”

His words make your chest clench in pain—the realization that he never cared for you and was playing with you all along, stringing you around like some puppet all for whatever purpose he and his friend have—and disgust, that he sounds delighted to share you with another.

Vision starts a slow rhythm, his cock rubbing against your aching walls with languid strokes. But such reprieve quickly fades as he begins to thrust at a faster pace, rough hands holding onto your hips tight, keeping you grounded on the bed, allowing him fuck you faster and harder.

You groan when Loki moves to stand on his knees, his hands framing your face as he, too, fucks your mouth relentlessly, your nose flaring as you try desperately to breathe. Your jaw aches and your throat burns in pain as his tip hits the back of it repeatedly. You keep your mouth wide open, tears mixing with the saliva that drips down your chin.

They groan in sync, abusing you with their strength, their thrusts brutal and their touch unloving with how they grab on you—Vision’s hand curling over your thigh and rubbing his finger against your clit that makes your knees ache, fueling your arousal which you forcefully keep at bay—and Loki, grabbing a fistful of your hair before burying his cock deep, your hand, finally free from his grasp, slapping against his thigh for him to pull back.

You can’t believe this is happening, how these men were able to force themselves on you. How you allowed yourself to fall for Loki’s lies which eventually brought you here and it makes you cry further that it’s all because you allowed yourself to love.

You feel them throb inside of you, your pussy clamping down on Vision’s cock as you feel yourself edging closer to your peak. Loki groans, garbled moans spewing out of his lips and you shut your eyes tight when the salty essence of his come spreads throughout your tongue.

He pants, his body seeming limp from his orgasm but his hold on your hair doesn’t falter, keeping his cock lodged in your mouth as he continues to spurt out his seeds. “Swallow.” He commands with a shaky breath and you moan your disapproval. But his hand wraps around your throat, thumb, and forefinger massaging and pinching the sides, leaving you no choice but to do as he demands.

Loki pulls out and you gasp lungfuls of air, thankful for the respite you’re given. But Vision pushes on and your face is pushed on Loki’s thigh, moaning incoherently as he snaps his hips at a frantic pace.

“Come for me, sweetheart.” He growls, your hands pushing hard against the bed as he pulls you back to meet his thrusts.

You gasp once more, the breath knocked out of your chest when he hits that sacred spot from within. He pinches your clit and your walls tighten further around him, a slew of moans escaping your lips when the dam within you finally breaks and you cry as your orgasm consumes you, your chest dropping down on the bed while your legs shake from the intensity of your release.

You’re left hollow when Vision pulls out all of a sudden, his grunts bouncing off the walls and filling your ears. You then feel something warm splash and trickle down the back of your thigh then the tip of Vision’s cock poking against it before smearing all over your skin. A whine spills from your lips when he fills you once more, thrusting into you slowly before stilling yet keeping himself nestled within your cunt.

“She’s perfect.” Vision breathes and you sniff as you cry again, whimpering when you feel his lips press against your lower back and then trail up the length of your spine. “That attitude needs work though but nothing we can’t fix.” He chuckles darkly and your knees finally collapse on the bed when he pulls out once again.

You hear the rustle of clothing and a zipper setting in place. Vision’s shadow looms at your periphery and you pull your head away when he kisses your temple.

“We have a meeting with Stark in 2 weeks and we have to make sure she’s ready by then.”

“Don’t worry, Vis.” Loki laughs and you turn to hide your face when he runs his fingers through your hair. “She loves me and she’ll do anything for me. Isn’t that right, darling?”

You yelp when he pulls on your hair, turning your head to make you face him, green eyes laced with darkness as he keeps them on you. You want to say no, to fight back and tell him you don’t want to be part of their sick plan, but the tick in his jaw scares you, seeing the anger brewing within and waiting to be released.

So you nod, lifting your hand to wipe the tears from your eyes, and take a deep breath.

“Yes.” You acquiesce, lips quivering in fear as you speak. “I’ll do anything for you.”

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h e l l o, Hanna!!! ♡ guess who is back again with prompts for V-day??? well, what a magician that you are here, here are some prompts that i chose for one and only Victor Vale BUT as we both love college!Vic that much; thus, i would love to see the college lovers day with these prompts!!

“i could marry you right now.” + “you’re all i’ll ever want.” = ♡

bonus: i actually came across with your post how you like shy!reader; if you want you can do this with a shy reader, i don’t mind really since i am a shy person too. happy writing, love ♡

Softie college!Vic🫶🏼 I love these prompts together!!

Warnings: fluff! takes place at Lockland before the events of Vicious, Angie and Eli are together. 1.4k+ words.

Fanart from Pinterest (pretty boy.)

Valentine's Theory

It’s always hard to talk to Victor, but it becomes harder when he’s studying. You’re never sure if he’s intentionally blocking you out or just so focused that he truly can’t hear you. As you lay on his bed, picking at a box of chocolate someone left at your door, he is sitting at his desk and studying for an exam that is months away (and he will ace, no matter how much he does or doesn’t study).

“Vic, are you doing anything for Valentine’s Day?” you ask, rolling onto your side to look at his back.

He doesn’t answer, and you reach for another chocolate. After a moment, he asks, “When is it?”

“Tomorrow.”

Victor shrugs, mumbling that February 14th is just another day on the calendar. You smile, having expected no less.

“Let me guess, it was commercialized by the card companies and chocolate makers,” you joke.

“Absolutely, it was. How else do you explain the stereotypical, not to mention, expected, gift or a card, roses, and chocolate? There are millions of ways to show you love someone, yet those three have their own day,” he explains.

“Okay, then.”

As you put the lid back on your chocolates, having eaten all your favorite flavor combinations, you wonder about something.

“If you were going to go out,” you begin, “what would be your dream date? With your valentine.”

Victor turns toward you, his pale brows raised as he abandons his textbooks. “Who am I going with?”

You shrug, looking back at the heart-shaped box beside you. “Your choice.”

Victor thinks for a moment, then sighs. “I just don’t see the point.”

Smiling, you ask, “What if I show you?”

Victor doesn’t answer, but you push the chocolate toward him and announce, “We’re going out tomorrow. You have to at least try Valentine’s Day before you decide it’s pointless.” Noticing his blank stare, you whisper, “Unless you don’t want to.”

A man of science (and a man who has unexplained feelings around you and difficulty turning you down), Victor agrees. “You have one chance to prove your theory that it’s worth it.”

Standing from his bed, you tap his shoulder in thanks before leaving to plan the perfect Valentine’s Day.

✯✯✯✯✯

Victor finds you waiting outside his first class on the morning of Valentine’s Day. Extending a box, you wait until he takes it, then tuck your hands behind your back and press your lips together nervously.

Victor’s expression is unreadable as he looks at the gift: a black watch with a cat engraved on the back. At that moment, you have no way of knowing that it will become his most prized possession, and even years in the future when it’s scraped and worn, he looks at it and remembers this moment.

“I know it’s not much,” you begin.

“It’s perfect. Thank you. I, uh, I didn’t get you anything.”

“That’s because you are my valentine for the day, not the other way around,” you remind him. “Have fun in your class and I will see you at lunch.”

Victor watches you walk away before looking at the watch again. It’s the most thoughtful gift he’s ever gotten, but he’s more surprised by the sudden desire to follow you. Victor Vale will do anything to get what he wants, but now he’s questioning what he really wants and what he’s willing to sacrifice for it.

The watch holds his attention throughout the class, and Victor doesn’t hear Angie calling his name until she touches his hand.

“Angie, hi,” he says, blinking as his eyes adjust to looking at more than a watch.

“Eli and I are going out for Valentine’s Day, but I wanted to see if maybe you want to come hang out before?” she offers. “It’s not fair to have to be alone.”

There was a time when Victor would have been angry and hurt at the idea of Angie and Eli together and more so at their pity-driven invite to save him from a perceived miserable, lonely night. Now, though, he can only think of you and how, for once, he’s somewhat excited to spend time with someone else.

“I’ve got plans,” he mumbles. “Thanks though.”

“Wait, Vic! Plans with who?” Angie asks.

The watch beeps, and Victor knows it’s a reminder to meet you for lunch. You really did think of everything.

“Sorry, have to go, have fun with Eli.”

Angie yells after him, but he only has one thing on his mind: you. All those moments with you, the feelings that he couldn’t place… he’s starting to realize that you’re showing him something he has never experienced before. The second realization, though, that you’ve been doing it since long before the Valentine’s Day theory arose, is the one that makes him question everything.

✯✯✯✯✯

Around sunset, you take Victor to a small restaurant in a secluded area. You know it won’t be busy, making it more comfortable for you and Victor, and you’re glad to have his full attention when you sit across from him.

Victor has been distant since telling Angie and Eli he was happy for them. You could tell it was a lie, but you seemed to be the only one. Part of you thinks he’d rather be out with Angie, but he’s not. He’s with you.

“How is your day going?” you ask kindly.

Victor nods, and you smile. “Thank you, for all of it.”

You see the watch on his wrist, surprised that he hasn’t taken it off yet. When the waiter approaches, you turn to order, and Victor’s hand brushes yours under the table. His touch disappears quickly, but the spark you felt sticks with you.

It’s no secret to you that you have feelings for Victor, but now you wonder how obvious they are to other people, to him. Friends aren’t usually so willing to take one another on dates and buy custom gifts to prove that a day dedicated to love doesn’t have to be scripted or stereotypical. Yet, here you are. Sitting in a nice restaurant with a guy who has never given you anything close to an idea that there could be more between you.

Victor tugs his hand back into his lap before he takes it too far. Your kindness, loving actions, and soft questions and reassurances make Victor see the point of Valentine’s Day. You show him love daily, he realizes, but today is the one day that it is wholly acceptable to show off the person you love and shower them with the gifts they deserve. It’s a day of appreciation, which happens to involve cards and chocolate for some people.

✯✯✯✯✯

As you leave the restaurant after a dinner filled with pointless conversation, neither of you willing to acknowledge the touch or the fact that this is a date, you walk beside Victor and work up the courage to speak.

“Is there anything else you want to do? We need to make the day perfect.”

Victor slows, and you turn toward him as he answers, “You’re all I’ll ever want.”

“Vic.”

“I think I knew. Or have known, for a while, I just didn’t realize what it meant,” Victor admits quietly, his eyes on the ground.

“So, what now?” you whisper.

Victor takes your hand, and your skin alights at his touch. He fights for his composure, his entire being bending to your will with a single touch. Knowing that he is totally yours, Victor doesn’t hesitate to answer.

“I could marry you right now.”

Your hand tightens around his fingers, and you silently hope his trench coat is soft before you lean against it, hiding your face against his shoulder.

“Why’d you ask if the answer was going to make you shy away from me?” Victor asks.

“I was expecting a, ‘let’s take it slow’ or ‘we’ll see,’ not a few words short of a proposal,” you say against him.

“It’s your fault. You’re the one who wanted to show me the point of Valentine’s Day.”

Pulling back, you look at Victor, whose eyes seem softer than usual. You argue, “It may have worked a bit too well.”

Victor runs his tongue over his bottom lip before tipping his head toward you to ask, “Are you denying that everything you say and do comes from a place of love? Love for me?”

“Vic.”

“You already said that. You’re getting redundant.”

“I- we…“ You stop, inhaling deeply before asking, “Is this ending tonight? Was all of this just for Valentine's Day?”

“Oh,” Victor says, making a noise that sounds suspiciously like a chuckle as he pulls you against his side and begins walking again. “This is starting tonight.”

Bonus: 2 Years Later

"Vic, it's falling apart, just let me replace the watch," you beg. "I can get the same engraving, like it's the same watch."

"It won't be the same watch," he argues. "I like this watch."

"The new one can be a Valentine's Day gift, just like that one was."

Victor's hand gently cups your hip, turning you toward him as he says, "You will have to take this watch from my dead body."

Speechless, you blink at him. "Okay."

He nods, keeping a hand on your back as he returns to what he was doing.

"But could I at least get it cleaned or something?" you add.

Victor's hands move to your face, cupping your cheeks as he says, "Absolutely not."

#victor vale x reader #victor vale #vicious ve schwab #vicious #fem!reader #requests #fluentmoviequoter valentine's day '24

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midnightlee25 · 1 year

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Sweethearts Yandere Cyborg (Victor Stone) x Reader

Before the accident when Valentine’s Day would come around he would spend the whole day with his sweetheart showing them just how much he cared for them and vice versa. No matter how cheesy it would get it was always one of the best days out of the year for him and his sweetheart. And now after the accident it is these days that he clings to the most especially when it comes around that year and he hasn’t been around them since.

Sure he has kept a close eye on them for their protection but he hasn’t been able to go near them. Afraid of what they may think of his new form.

However that didn’t stop him from showing them how he feels just like he did all these years ago. Leaving flowers and their favorite sweets on their bed, sending them anonymous love letters reminding them just how much they mean to him.

It would be sweet if it wasn't so maddening to his sweetheart. Not knowing who gets getting into their house or sending them those weird letters by email. They tried moving, changing emails, everything to try and get away from whomever this creep was pretending to be their dead high school boyfriend.

Now instead of Valentine’s Day being filled with bittersweet memories it's filled with dread waiting to see if anyone leaves anything behind.

#yandere #yandere x darling #yandere x y/n #yandere x reader #yandere x you #dc x reader #dc imagine #yandere dc comics #yandere dc #cyborg x reader #yandere cyborg #vic stone imagine #victor stone x reader #vic stone x reader #yandere events #yandere event #valentine event

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demigoddessqueens · 1 year

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love letters

read on ao3 // ongoing series

saved Arno for last because he would be a lil romantic and go all out on Valentine’s

Also this song just screams Arno vibes

Mon Coeur,

A whole month, and a special day, to celebrate my love for you. And the Order has called you away for business as usual. The fire grows dull here in our home, but it has never ceased within my heart. I would imagine that upon your return, you never have to part from me.

The lack of your presence saddens me greatly, but I await the moment for your smile, soft kisses and gentle embraces.

Return to me, mon Cherie.

With the deepest, sincerest love,

Arno Victor Dorian

Master Assassin

#assassins creed #my writing #arno victor dorian #assassin’s creed x reader #arno x reader #arno dorian #fanfic #writeblr #arno dorian x reader #love letters #valentine’s day #Spotify #Arno victor Dorian x reader

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k1ngdom-of-thieves · 2 years

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Golden Deer Masterlist

Claude Von Riegen

Poisoning a nobleman’s tea

Hilda Valentine Goneril

Relaxing during PE

Lorenz Hellman Glouster

Trying desperately to get bitches

Marianne Von Edmund

Making birdy friends

Lysithea Von Ordelia

Trying to get over her fear of ghosts

Ignatz Victor

Painting the best damn fruit basket that’s ever lived

Leonie Pinelli

Praising Jeralt for sneezing three times

Raphael Kirsten

Raiding the kitchens

#fire emblem three houses #fire emblem imagine #claude von riegan #hilda valentine goneril #lorenz hellman gloucester #leonie pinelli #lgnatz victor #lysithea von ordelia #marianne von edmund #fe3h #fe3h x reader

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frickingnerd · 1 year

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Golden Deers Masterlist

Claude von Riegan

just one night - drabble

having a baby with claude von riegan - headcanons

being in a relationship with claude and hubert - headcanons

Lorenz Hellman Gloucester

lorenz crushing on a commoner - headcanons

Ignatz Victor

ignatz painting you - headcanons

Raphael Kirsten

raphael crushing on you - headcanons

Hilda Valentine Goneril

oversleeping & overworking - oneshot

hilda protecting you during battle- headcanons

Marianne von Edmund

first kiss with marianne - headcanons

Lysithea von Ordelia

sleepy study dates - oneshot

waiting for your letter - drabble

Leonie Pinelli

confessing to leonie pinelli - headcanons

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damien-mlm · 2 years

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Keeping Myself Alive

Tags and warnings!!!

RE Gameverse, Carlos Oliveira/Transmasc!OC, Established Platonic Relationship with Jill, Childhood Friends, Carlos Oliveira, Jill Valentine, Nicholai Ginovaef | Nikolai Zinoviev, Tyrell Patrick, Mikhail Victor, Nemesis, OC, Angst, Hospitalization, C-PTSD, Injury Description, Gore, Depression, Suicidal Thoughts, Self-Harm, Character Death, Hurt/Comfort, Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, Fluff, Smut (eventually), Explicit.

Chapter 4: Old Times

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(4500 words approx.)

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Liam’s hands were all patched up, but Jill was gone, and the two men had no idea where could she be. They couldn’t even hear the monster around anymore.

“Can you reach her on the radio?” Liam asked Carlos, he pressed the radio on his ear and tried to communicate.

“Jill? It’s Carlos, do you copy?” – silence… – “Jill? Jill, can you hear me? Are you there?” – more silence – “Shit, it’s not going through…” – Carlos said at Liam, worry in his eyes.

“We need to go find her-” – Liam started, before being interrupted by the doors opening again, Nicholai and the man from before coming towards them.

“Sub’s ready to depart” said the man, looking at Carlos.

“Thanks, Tyrell” – he said, then turned to Liam expectantly – “You go, get out of here, I can find Jill” – but Liam protested.

“Absolutely not, I’m not leaving the city without her.” – he said with a stern tone. Nicholai scoffed at him.

“Get in the train with the rest of the civilians” – he ordered Liam – “or you’ll end up dead like her” – that struck a nerve in him.

“Yeah, you would know all about that. Wouldn’t you?” – he said as he approached the silver-haired man with big, heavy steps, ready to punch his teeth in. Nicholai, on the other hand, rose his chin and looked at Liam before pulling his gun out and pointing it at his head; earning a reaction out of the two other men in the room.

“Nicholai, calm down, you can’t just kill a civilian!” – Tyrell exclaimed. Carlos was just about to put himself between the two of them until Liam rose his hand at him, making him stop in his tracks. Nicholai seemed amused at this.

“Do you have a death wish, friend? Is that what this is?” – Nicholai mocked, gesturing with his hand at Liam. He didn’t say a word, but the air got suddenly cold.

Liam slowly inched closer to him, closing the space between them. Without breaking eye contact, he pressed his forehead to the barrel of Nicholai’s gun.

“Go ahead, pull that trigger…” – Liam said in a low tone – “See what happens…”

The men stared each other down for a few moments.

‘I know that you know…’

A few seconds later, Nicholai gave a wicked smile and raised the gun away from Liam’s head.

“You are wrong in the head, friend.” – he laughed while putting his gun away – “I like that, keep things fun…” – he smirked, then turned to go back to the subway cars – “Tyrell, Carlos, come with me, there’s been a change of plans.” – he ordered, and disappeared under the stairs, Tyrell eyed Liam with caution before following suit.

Carlos, on the other hand, approached Liam and grabbed him by the shoulders – “What the hell was that?” – he asked Liam – “What Nicholai did was uncalled for, but you…” – he went quiet for a second – “Why did you do that? I thought you wanted to see Jill again…” – Liam looked away, rubbing the back of his neck.

“I’m sorry…” – he said – “I have a short temper and I can be a little impulsive when something gets on my nerves.” – he was a bit embarrassed, and Carlos could see it. He sighed and gave Liam a light tap on the cheek, making him look back at him.

“Just don’t get yourself hurt again, okay?” – he asked – “Jill’s already gonna beat the shit outta me for the state of your hands…” – he laughed – “And she’s gonna put a bullet up my ass if you die on me” – this earned a small laugh from Liam.

“Yeah, you’re probably right” – Carlos smiled at his response, then gestured Liam to go downstairs with him.

Once they entered the car, Mikhail was still sitting, with Nicholai and Tyrell standing close to him. Liam idled around right outside the car while Carlos went to join the other men.

“So, are we ready to depart?” – he asked Mikhail, who gave a small nod.

“Yes, there has been a small change of plans, though. Nicholai and I will escort the civilians out of the city.” – then he gestured at both Carlos and Tyrell – “You two will stay here, there’s orders to rescue Dr. Nathaniel Flint” – Liam froze at the mention of the name. Did he hear that right? He listened closely, never entering the car.

“He’s supposed to have some idea of how to make a vaccine, eradicate this disease…” – Mikhail paused for a second before continuing – “His last given location was in Umbrella’s Central Offices, head there; you might be able to get his exact location within and communicate with him through the building’s security system.” – he explained before giving his final order – “Once you’ve located him, report back to me, we will send a chopper for extraction.”

“Yes, Sir.” – Tyrell and Carlos said in unison, then exited the car. Liam laid against the wall as he saw the two men approach, the subway setting in motion behind them.

“We need to go get Dr. Flint” – Tyrell said to Carlos. He nodded, then turned to look at Liam

“You’re coming with us, Pretty Boy” – he said, jokingly. Then lowered his vision at Liam’s bloody hands – “How are your hands?”

“It was but a scratch” – he answered, grabbing his axe and flipping it in the air for a second before catching it – “See? I can fight” – he said, smirking at Carlos.

“Alright, lovebirds” – Tyrell interrupted – “We gotta go get Flint” – the other two nodded and followed him out of the station. Liam tried his best to play fool, but curiosity got to him.

“So…” – he started – “What do you guys know of this Dr. Flint?... Or is it classified?” – Tyrell and Carlos looked at each other for a second, then Tyrell nodded at the other man, allowing him to speak.

“He’s supposed to be one of Umbrella’s top scientists, and the only one alive in the city who knows how to engineer a cure for the virus.” – Carlos stated as they moved forward, Liam scoffed loudly – “What?” – Carlos asked.

‘Shit’.

“Nothing, just… you would think that somebody as important as him would be out of the city by now…” – Liam said.

‘Nice save’.

“Yeah, well… That’s our job” – Carlos responded – “We’ll find him, and Jill. Then we’ll call for that chopper and get the hell out of here.” – he said, turning to give Liam a small smile. He smiled back for a second, but it faded as soon as Carlos went to look forward again. His mind was racing and he didn’t know what would happen once they found Nathaniel. Once he saw him.

As they pressed on towards their final destination, the population of zombies seemed to get higher and higher. Like they multiplied by the minute, or were drawn to them for some reason.

The three men fought tooth and nail their way through the streets, until the unavoidable happened.

“Shit” – Tyrell cursed – “I’m out of ammo!” – he shouted as he used the butt of his rifle to keep the flesh eaters away from him.

“I’m running low, too!” – Carlos answered, then turned to see Liam pull out his axe from yet another undead head, an idea springing to mind – “Hey Ty! Stab them in the head with you knife!” – he shouted at his partner – “Just don’t get bit!” – Tyrell laughed at that last sentence.

They were a couple blocks away from Umbrella’s Main Office Building, inching their way through the thick swarm of zombies, when the earth shook violently beneath their feet.

“What the fuck?!” – Liam shouted, quickly grabbing Carlos by the arm to keep his balance.

“An earthquake?” – Carlos guessed, stumbling around. Liam shook his head.

“That sounded like and explosion to me…” – he said, Carlos frowned his brows at him.

“Wait, you heard it coming? How-?” – but he was abruptly interrupted by Tyrell’s cries of pain. He had fallen due to the floor shaking, and a bunch of zombies swarmed around him, latching onto him like tics on an old stray dog. – “Tyrell!! No!” – Carlos cried out, shooting a few bullets at the swarm.

“No! Stop!” – Tyrell yelled, taking a hand grenade out of his pocket and pulling on the ring – “Stay away! Don’t waste more bullets on me!” – Carlos saw what he had done; he let out a frustrated grunt and turned to grab Liam’s hand, leading him away from the explosion.

It seemed to clear most of the zombies, just a couple remaining, but far enough to just walk, or rather, run away from. So, they did, and hid in an alley for a minute to catch their breaths.

Carlos leaned against a wall and let himself slide down to the floor, sitting with his head in his hands, still breathing heavy. Liam looked at him with sympathy, and sat down next to him, placing a hand on the other man’s knee.

“I’m sorry…” – he said quietly. Carlos sucked in a breath, lifting his head to look at Liam.

“It’s okay” – he started – “He died like a soldier…” – then he looked away into nothingness – “We have to be prepared and ready to die in action. It’s a part of the job. It’s what we do.” – he said, trying to convince himself that it was okay, that this was all good. Just a casualty. Tyrell would be replaced by another soldier.

‘And if I die, I’ll just be replaced, too…’

Liam frowned as he saw Carlos’ expression. He looked resigned, painfully so. – “And what about his family?” – Liam asked. Carlos turned his head to look at him, genuinely puzzled at the question.

“What about it?” – he asked back.

“I dunno” – Liam shrugged as he answered – “Doesn’t he have somebody waiting for him back home?” – Carlos looked away with a small, breathy laugh escaping his lips.

“I don’t know about him. But most of us don’t...” – he said quietly. Liam inched closer to see Carlos’ face better.

“Do you?” – he asked. Carlos was quiet for a moment.

“No…” – he said without turning to look at Liam. The other man could see his eyes were glossy, though. Carlos felt Liam’s eyes on him, so he run his forearm through his eyes quickly, sucking in a breath through his nose and then turning to face the man with the best fake smile he could muster out. – “And what about you? Anybody waiting for that pretty face to come back home?”

‘Ah, there it is’

“Not really, no.” – Liam answered – “Nobody other than Jill.” – Carlos looked to the side and pursed his lips slightly.

“You two datin’?” – he asked. The question caught Liam so off guard, he couldn’t help but snort at it. – “What?” – Carlos asked, slightly amused at [Y/N]’s reaction.

“Nothing, nothing…” – he said – “Just… you’re unbelievable. You know that, right?” – Carlos looked away sheepishly.

‘Oh, that’s cute’

“And to answer your question, no. We’ve been friends since high-school, though.” – he continued – “We’ve been together through a lot of shit, more than a friend, she’s a sister to me.” – Carlos turned back to look at him as he reminisced about the old times. – “But hey! Now you’ve got somebody!” – Liam said suddenly, giving Carlos a pat on the back. Carlos raised a brow and smiled at him.

“What?” – he asked, even if he knew where this was going; Liam just laughed in return.

“You’re gonna make me say it, huh?” – Liam said, Carlos just looked at him expectantly – “Fine then, I’ll say it. You’ve grown into me, Mophead.” – he continued – “Plus, I’m pretty sure Jill would miss you, too. You’re not allowed to die in battle anymore.” – Carlos looked down and gave the most genuine smile he has given in a long time.

“Same goes to you, Pretty Boy” – he responded – “Don’t go dying on me now, okay?” – there was a palpable sincerity in his words. Liam looked away and down into his hands.

“Yeah, okay…” – he said quietly. Despite de positivity in his words, his tone was the complete opposite. Carlos noticed this, and almost instinctively tried to make things better.

“Let me check your wounds” – he said, reaching for Liam’s hands. The other man quickly flinched away, though; not letting him get close to touching them. Carlos was confused at this sudden reaction, and looked at Liam’s face with a puzzled frown on his own. Liam quickly realized the odd nature in his actions and decided to evade the situation, standing up.

“They’re fine, no need to take a look.” – he said, then offered to help Carlos on his feet. Carlos eyed Liam’s bandaged hand, then his face, then accepted the offer and got up from the ground. – “See? I can lift you up no problem, they don’t even hurt anymore” – Liam said. Carlos found Liam’s need to show him his hands were okay, but not actually letting him see them, kind of weird. He remained quiet about it, though; not wanting to press things too far.

“So… Should we try to find Jill before you continue with the mission?” – Liam asked to break the silence. Carlos nodded at him.

“Yeah, that’s probably a good idea, she will certainly be helpful.” – he responded while checking his rifle for ammo. Liam walked up a few steps ahead of him, almost out of the alley.

“Right then, let’s go find her, then we’ll go get Nathaniel…” – he said without thinking.

“Right…” – Carlos responded, then paused for a second.

‘Wait.’

‘Fuck.’

They both realized of Liam’s error at the same time. Carlos sped his pace up to catch out to Liam. Reaching out to grab on his shoulder – “I didn’t mention Dr. Flint’s first name.” – Carlos said with a stern voice. Liam tensed up and didn’t move a muscle – “Liam …? What do you know?” – He turned his head slowly to look at Carlos, a drop of sweat going down his forehead.

“Uh…” - but Carlos’ gaze was adverted, Liam turned his head back around to look at the source of the distraction, quickly noticing Jill running down the street with the monster right at her ankles.

‘Is that a fucking flamethrower?’ they thought simultaneously. The damn thing was wielding the weapon, spewing flames at Jill furiously.

“Jill!” – Liam exclaimed, both him and Carlos running after her and the beast. – “HEY!” – Liam yelled at it – “Over here, you ugly fuck!” – he said, throwing a piece of debris at it. It seemed to be effective, since the monster turned away from Jill and seemed to be focused on Liam entirely.

“Okay… Now what?” – Carlos asked him, getting ready for orders. The creature slowly walking up to them.

“I-… I, uh...” – Liam stuttered, taking a few steps back.

“You don’t have a plan?!” – Carlos yelled. Then the creature fired at them, both men threw themselves away, barely missed by the flames.

“Go get Jill, I’ll entertain this freak for a while” – Liam said, Carlos protested.

“She’s not the one in need of assistance right now, you know?” – Liam pushed him out of the way as another set of flames came out of the creature’s weapon.

“She’s smart, got get her and make a plan to take this damn thing out while I distract it!”

“Right, don’t get killed!” – Carlos said before running up to Jill, who was already approaching from behind the beast.

“I won’t” – Liam said quietly to himself, before running away from the monster’s fire.

“Supercop! You’re alive!” – Carlos exclaimed at Jill once he reached her. She was not amused.

“Why did you leave him behind with that thing on his ass?!” – she questioned, following both the creature and its new target. Carlos ran beside her.

“He just wanted to get that thing off of you then told me to come get you. He’s as stubborn as you, you know?” – Carlos explained. Jill scoffed at him – “Yeah, I know” – she said before aiming at the creature, firing a few times. But it was useless, it was fixated on Liam now.

Liam jumped and stumbled around the streets, the fire grazing his ankles as he moved forward. Jill concentrated her sight on the creature’s back, then had an idea.

“The fuel tank…” – she said to herself before turning to Carlos – “We need to fire at the fuel tank!”

“And what about Liam? What if the explosion reaches him?” – Carlos questioned.

“Then we need to warn him, don’t we?” – Jill said, pointing at Carlos’ radio on his left ear. Carlos nodded and pressed the button.

As soon as he heard his radio beep, Liam picked it up – “WHAT?” – he screamed into it as he ran.

“We have a plan” – Carlos started – “Try to keep it around, but don’t let it get too close to you, okay?”

“Alright, I’ll do my best!” – He huffed loudly into the radio before setting it down, then turning back to their general direction, trying his damn best to pick up the pace.

Once it was close enough, both Jill and Carlos started to fire at the tank, but their bullets seemed to just bounce off.

“Shit” – Jill said, before grabbing her radio – “Liam, it’s me! Do you think you can help us make a dent on that fucker’s fuel tank?” – the radio beeped back immediately.

“You got it, Bluebird.” – Liam responded, then looked back at the creature while he put his radio away. Up ahead, he spotted a set of fire escape stairs on a building, and across it, a street light, and a shop with nylon awnings hanging out front.

‘That’s it!’

He ran up to the set of stairs and got to climbing as high and as fast as he could, the monster following suit, simply climbing on the railings like it was a ladder. It pointed to fire at Liam once he saw he wasn’t moving, but Liam quickly jumped away at the street light, using it to swing himself across the street. He grabbed his hand-axe and turned around mid-air, throwing it at the beast’s fuel tank with such force that it sunk into it, fuel dripping out of it as he landed on the awning, then the floor.

Jill and Carlos saw the whole thing from afar, noticing Liam run up to them while the creature dropped itself from the fire escape stairs and onto the floor. Jill let Liam catch up to them before signaling Carlos to fire at it.

They shot at the tank in unison, and, in a split second, the tank exploded on the creature’s back, engulfing its entire body in flames. The three of them watched it stumble a few steps forward before falling face first on the ground.

Finally able to relax, Carlos gave Liam a playful punch on the shoulder – “Look at you, I didn’t know you were a gymnast!” – he exclaimed celebratorily.

Liam scratched the back of his head and laughed nervously. He wasn’t. Never in his life had he gone to any sort of gymnastic classes, Carlos didn’t know this, but Jill did. And he could just feel her suspicious eyes on him.

“I don’t know about you guys” – Liam started, desperately trying to change the subject – “But all that running’s gotten me hungry. How about we go scavenging?” – Jill rose her hand as to gesture, but just as she was about to say something, her stomach growled audibly.

“I could go for a bite” – Carlos chuckled, looking at Jill’s frustrated expression.

“Fine, let’s go find something.”

The trio walked around until they found a pizza place in half good condition, the bright and colorful neon sign reading “Pete’s Piece a’ Pizza”. They walked in, Jill and Carlos pointing their guns, scanning for any potential dangers. It was clear.

“I’m gonna go check the kitchen, you guys relax for a minute, okay?” – Liam said before disappearing behind the counter.

Jill sat down on the floor against said counter, Carlos sitting right across from her. She started to bounce her knee on the floor in anxiety as they waited. Something has been eating at her for a while now, and she couldn’t help but to say something.

“Something’s wrong…” – She said at Carlos. He raised his brows and gave a breathy laugh.

“We can go sit at one of the tables if you want-” – he started, but Jill cut him off.

“That’s not what I mean…” – she said, rubbing her temples – “It’s Liam” – Carlos looked at the kitchen’s general direction.

“I don’t hear any struggle…” – he said, while Jill just shook her head – “If you mean his hands, well, I did my best to bandage those, though he won’t let me take another look at them…” – he stated.

“No, that’s not- Wait. What happened to his hands?” – Carlos looked away nervously, but Jill just dismissed it – “Anyway, that’s not what I’m saying…” – she looked down, Carlos finally noticed her distress.

“So, what are you saying?” – he probed. Jill rose her head and looked at him in the eyes with a stern and deeply worried expression.

“He’s hiding something, either out of fear or… Hell, I don’t know…” – she said, letting her back hit the counter.

“Well, if anybody knew, that should be you, right? He told me you guys are practically like brother and sister.” – Carlos said calmly, Jill was more frustrated by the second, he didn’t understand, he couldn’t understand.

“Yeah, I should but I don’t… I haven’t even seen him in years, and…” – Jill sounded so disturbed, Carlos didn’t say a word and let her recollect herself before she spoke again. – “Carlos…” – She started, looking at him dead in the eyes with an unmeasurable mixture of confusion and worry. – “Liam, he… He was pronounced d-”

“Already talking about me behind my back?” – Liam popped from the kitchen with a cutting board on his right hand, a fresh pizza on it. – “I’m surprised, Bluebird. I thought you didn’t like to gossip…” he said calmly as he set the board on the ground between Jill and Carlos, then sat down.

“Liam…” – Jill said, giving him a look. He knew what he interrupted, but ignored her and went to grab a slice.

“Just eat.” – he said without looking up from his slice, then bit down.

Jill gave a defeated sigh and went to grab a piece. Carlos had no idea what was going on, so he just followed their lead. Though, something was in his mind, too. Just, how did Liam know Dr. Flint’s first name? And all the things he had said about Umbrella… Was all this connected to whatever Jill was trying to tell him?

The three of them sat and ate in silence, the air thick with discomfort. Once the pizza was all gone, Liam had an idea.

“Jill?” – he started.

“What, Liam?” – She snarked back, she was clearly upset at him, he winced at her tone, but continued nevertheless.

“Remember…” – he paused for a second – “Remember what we used to do? Back in school, when we were having a bad time?” – he asked. Jill looked at him kind of put off by the question, she looked down and gave a heavy sigh, but answered anyway.

“Yeah… Yeah, I do” – She said without looking back up – “We would sit in your dad’s car in some convenience store driveway, plug in our mixtape in the cassette reader, and sing our lungs out while drinking slushies” – she reminisced, her expression getting softer as she spoke.

Liam smiled softly – “You always wanted the blue flavor, I always chose red” – he said, and Jill continued.

“And it would tint our mouths for hours as we sang…” – now she was smiling softly, too. Carlos kept quiet and enjoyed the sudden, but relaxing change in the atmosphere, even if he felt a bit out of place, a bit of an outsider.

“And sometimes we didn’t even tell each other what was going on, but we sang anyway, we had that moment and let it all out, together” – Liam finished. Jill finally looked back up at him.

“Where are you going with this?” she asked him. Liam simply moved to sit next to her, his back relaxed against the counter. Jill was having none of it.

“Oh, no… No, absolutely not” – She started, but Liam interrupted her.

“It’s fine, I’ll sing, I just need you to listen… okay?” – He was never good with his own words, but he had a habit of using song to express what he was feeling, whether good, bad… or terrible.

He looked up at Carlos, who was sitting across them, awkwardly. Liam wanted to express himself freely, and he felt Carlos’ presence was an important part of it.

“Come on over here.” He said, tapping the empty spot beside him. Carlos looked at him a bit puzzled and nervous. Liam gave him a sad, solemn look.

“Please?” – he asked, and that was all it took for Carlos to comply. He sat down close to Liam, his heart racing. He didn’t understand why, though. He had flirted with the other man plenty of times before, and had been alone with him.

Something about this felt more personal, more intimate, and it had him almost trembling, his heart pounding against his chest.

There was a brief moment of silence as Liam scooted closer to Carlos. Jill rested her head on Liam’s shoulder, and he rested his head on hers. Liam gently took one of Carlos’ hands and placed it on his lap, then laid his own hand on top. Carlos turned to look at him, but he was looking forward into nothingness, he looked so tired, in so much pain. Carlos wanted to take it all away from him.

Liam gave a heavy sigh, before starting to hum a soft, slow tune.

Then, he sang.

“Sing me to sleep Sing me to sleep I'm tired and I I want to go to bed

Sing me to sleep Sing me to sleep And then leave me alone Don't try to wake me in the morning Cause I will be gone…”

Jill frowned heavily, fighting back her tears as she clung onto Liam’s arm.

“Don't feel bad for me I want you to know Deep in the cell of my heart I will feel so glad to go…”

Carlos looked at Liam with sad eyes of his own, gently squeezing his thigh, Liam didn’t look back at him, but chocked back a sob as he kept singing.

“Sing me to sleep Sing me to sleep I don't want to wake up on my own anymore

Sing to me Sing to me I don't want to wake up on my own anymore

Don't feel bad for me I want you to know Deep in the cell of my heart I really want to go…”

Jill cried softly into Liam’s shoulder; he gave a few hitched breaths of his own as tears ran down his face.

“Sing me to sleep Sing me to sleep…”

Liam’s voice held so much hurt in it, Carlos couldn’t help but rest his forehead on Liam’s shoulder, inching even closer.

“There is another world There is a better world Well, there must be Hmm, there must be…”

Liam linked his fingers with Carlos’ and felt his body shiver, both of his shoulders now damp, along with his own face.

“There is another world There is a better world…”

And they stayed that way, they don’t know for how long, but exhaustion started to creep up on them slowly, they relaxed into each other, giving into it, and fell asleep holding each other.

#RE #resident evil #resident evil 3 #resident evil x reader #kinda #carlos oliveira x OC #transmasc oc #carlos oliveira #jill valentine #tyrell patrick #nicholai ginovaef #mikhail victor #nemesis #angst #angst baby #emotional vulnerability

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ceirinen · 5 months

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December 2023

I decided to make a list of every fic I read each month.

I would like to interact more, but life has been complicated recently and when it comes to interacting, I get very anxious which is something I'm trying to overcome.

So, here I made this to appreciate such amazing writers and stories that inspire me and others everyday. To the authors, I want to thank them for their dedication and time spent on writing to offer us fascinating stories.

I totally recommend their work.

(If you are in this list and you don't want to, please let me know so I can fix it).

@cillianmesoftlyyy

So New | Cillian Murphy x fem!reader Method Acting | young!Cillian Murphy x Reader

@runnning-outof-time

Research | Tommy Shelby x Reader Bedtime Stories | Tommy Shelby x Reader & Daughter

@zablife

teacher!Luca Changretta x Reader Funeral | Tommy Shelby x sister!reader A Visit to the Peaky Blinders Set | Cillian Murphy x wife!reader

@gypsy-girl-08

Festive Spirit | modern!Tommy Shelby x Reader All I Need... | modern!Thomas Shelby x Reader A Gentle Warning | Thomas Shelby x wife!Reader

@pacifymebby

Arthur Shelby x Reader

@fkmarrycill

Pre-Gaming | Cillian Murphy x Reader

@holacia3

Lost and Lucky | modern!Tommy Shelby x Reader Surprise visit | modern!Tommy Shelby x Reader

@beastofburdenxo

Let Me Praise You | Tommy Shelby x Reader Raising Catherine | Tommy Shelby x Reader

@look-at-the-soul

If I let you go | Cillian Murphy x Reader

@your-nanas-house

What does my princess want? | sugar daddy!Cillian Murphy x sugar baby!reader I'm pretty sure you're mine | sub!William Killick x dom!fem!Reader What are we, idiot? | Neil Lewis x best friend!Reader Thirsty | Tommy Shelby x secretary!Reader

@raincoffeeandfandoms

@lis-likes-fics

Loner | Edward Cullen x Reader At the End of the Day | Tommy Shelby x wife!Reader

@rafeology

Mentor!Finnick Odair x victor!reader

@wife-of-all-dilfs

Flower Therapy | Finnick Odair x Reader

@darlingsfandom

Cillian Murphy x Reader Tommy Shelby x artist!reader Soft sugar daddy | Robert Fischer x Reader

@pinguwrites

Home Is Where the Heart Is | William Killick x future!reader

@http-finnick

Skin to skin | Finnick Odair x fem!insomniac!reader

@acewritesfics

Lost Love | Tommy Shelby x Reader 36 Minutes | modern! Tommy Shelby x Reader

@dearshelby

Had you first | Tommy Shelby x Reader Little Tommy | Thomas Shelby x oc

@lau219

Red Carpet | Cillian Murphy x Reader

@peakyswritings

I Do Bad Things | demon!Tommy x Reader

@shelbystales

Ceramic Lessons | Cillian Murphy x Reader

@darthannie

Day eighteen: breeding kink with Lenny Miller | Lenny Miller x f!Reader

@hllywdwhre

Afterglow | Cillian Murphy x Reader

@red-write-hand

I'll be home for Christmas | Thomas Shelby x Reader

@mysaintkitten

Bad Behaviour | Mike Kiernan x fem!Reader

@notyour-valentine

The Spirits that I summoned | young!Tommy Shelby

@brummiereader

No Son Of Mine | Tommy Shelby

@youbyradiohead

Strawberry Syrup | Cillian Murphy x Reader

@cillianthinker

British accent | Cillian Murphy x Reader Young and in love | Cillian Murphy x Reader

@cillspropertea

Coming home | Cillian Murphy x Reader

@cillmequick

Operation Christmas Tree | modern!Tommy Shelby x fem!Reader

#cillian murphy x reader #tommy shelby x reader #neil lewis x reader #finnick odair x reader #thomas shelby x reader #lenny miller x reader #arthur shelby x reader #mike kiernan x reader #william killick x reader #alfie solomons x oc #robert fischer x reader #edward cullen x reader #tom buckley x reader #luca changretta x reader #fic rec #monthly reads #fic recommendation

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kaicubus · 8 months

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master list (main course) ☿

➶ all my finished works will have a link attached, if there's no link i haven't gotten around to completing it ➶

❤︎ : nsfw, smut

(⸝⸝ᐡ. ̫ .ᐡ⸝⸝) movies (sweet!) ──────────────────────

♡ 10 things i hate about you + Dating Cameron James + Dating Kat Stradford + Dating Patrick Verona

♡ diary of a wimpy kid + Dating Rodrick Heffley

♡ corpse bride + Being with Victor Van Dort

♡ jennifer's body + Extra Salty | Jennifer Check ❤︎

(๑´×`๑) series (salty!) ──────────────────────

♡ euphoria + Being Cassie Howard's Crush + Spin the Bottle | Maddy Perez + Robbers | Rue Bennett + Water Fountain | Cassie Howard + Dating Jules Vaughn

♡ victorious + Being Jade West's Girlfriend + Dating Beck Oliver + Dating Andre Harris + Dating Cat Valentine + Dating Robbie Sharpiro

♡ wednesday + Distraction | Xavier Thorpe + Distraction Part 2 | Xavier Thorpe + Show, Not Tell | Xavier Thorpe ❤︎ + She Wolf | Enid Sinclair + Xavier Thorpe with a Plus-Sized Girlfriend + Being Academic Rivals with Xavier + Radio Silence | Wednesday Addams + Dating Enid Sinclair + Dating Wednesday Addams + Dating Bianca Barclay + Art Block | Xavier Thorpe ❤︎ + Dating Xavier Thorpe + Dating Yoko Tanaka

♡ alice in borderland + Minor Indulgences | Kano Mira ❤︎ + Dating Shuntaro Chishiya + Dating Ryohei Arisu + Sour Like Lemons | Rizuna Ann ❤︎ + Chishiya NSFW Alphabet ❤︎

♡ wayne + Dating Wayne Headcanons + Getting into an Argument with Wayne + Wayne NSFW Alphabet ❤︎ + More Wayne NSFW Headcanons ❤︎ + Shoplifting | Wayne McCullough ❤︎ + Wayne Fluff Alphabet + Wayne x Pregnant!reader + Cherry, by Lana Del Rey | Wayne McCullough + Blah Blah Blah | Wayne McCullough + Stains We Can't Remove | Wayne McCullough + Carnage | Wayne McCullough

♡ the summer i turned pretty + Dating Conrad Fisher + Dating Jeremiah Fisher + Dating Steven Conklin + Dating Cam Cameron + NSFW Steven Headcanons ❤︎ + Same Perspectives | Jeremiah Fisher

♡ criminal minds + Dating Spencer Reid + NSFW Spencer Reid Headcanons ❤︎ + You Have to Trust Me | Spencer Reid + Unarmed | Spencer Reid ❤︎ + Call Me Back | Spencer Reid

♡ american horror story + Guard Dog | Kyle Spencer + Rotten Pumpkins | Tate Langdon

o(>ω<)o anime (sour!) ──────────────────────

₍ᐢ. ̫ .ᐢ₎ video games (bitter!) ──────────────────────

♡ obey me

#kaicubus blog #kaicubus masterlist #masterlist #fanfiction #fanfic #angst fanfic #fluff fanfic #smut fanfic

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sleepingcup · 1 year

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Happy Valentine's Day - Idv x Reader Headcanons

Genre: Fluff/Platonic (Be aware of the friendzone)

Source Image: Identity V owns that picture, it is used at the event.

Summary: You are the store assistant from the owner Emma Woods, tending to the store especially in the middle of the night. But one night you were not expecting something from your client...

Note: I added Emma to this headcanon since she is the owner of the shop. So you can consider that she is an additional route.

Jack the Ripper

Although you know how sinister he is, that won't stop him from greeting you "Happy Valentine's Day."

He gave you the product he purchased but you were not expecting that he also gave you a rose he bought for himself the other day.

He did had a polite chat with you and know that you are the reason why he was in a good mood. As a reward he offered you to go on a hang out with him to a cafe that serves delicious chocolate there.

Norton Campbell

Sure he is sassy, sure he is greedy and a bit of an angsty. You might find yourself catching you off guard when he ask you to go on a date with him for food.

Of course, he will be asking you to pay him money since he liked to be a rich person.

However there are times where he does want to get closer to you. You may not see it but he was making sure that you are safe and not harmed, just be aware that you might want to pay him in return...

Emil

Unfortunately, he has a lover and he doesn't want to cheat on his lover Ada once you found out about his relationship. However Emil gave you a friendly card so the thought counts.

There might be a day that you would talk to Ada and Emil but something tells you to give them their space.

Tip of the day: Don't steal their lover.

Annie Lester

A shy timid girl she is, but was honestly flattered when you wanted to have a nice time with her over a cup of hot chocolate.

You would often find her staring at you from the distance and yet she just wanted to show you her wares about what she wanted to show. Yet again you two did talk about that with interesting ideas.

At the end of the night she had a good time and gave you a nice hug before exiting the store. She was once shy but she was actually happy to have fun with you.

Victor Grantz

He is shy but his buddy Wick was there to keep you company. It was a nice hang out with him that you might catch him blushing when he is having too much fun.

Plus Victor gave you a letter that indicates his appreciation towards you, it was a very sweet letter that you gave him your gift for free.

Be prepared for a long letter chat from him from time to time.

Aesop Carl

He arrived to your store just to have a conversation with you over a cup of hot tea about deep dark conversations. Knowing him, he knows that you talk too much but it really caught his attention to hear a different opinion.

The hang-out was actually enjoyable for the both of you while watching the snow falling slowly.

But once it was time for him to go home, he gave you his rose from his breast pocket telling you that he was fond of talking about deep conversations with you before leaving.

Emma Woods

Your owner aka boss decided to hang out with you just for a simple hang out. Talking about businesses but also about what type of flowers that she wanted to bring to the store.

She was enjoying herself talking about various new types of flowers that she started talking about having a greenhouse at the side of the store for sight seeing or a mini garden.

Seeing her that happy makes you want to work hard for her, and yet Emma actually appreciates you for the chat and hot chocolates for the night.

#idv x reader #idv #identity v x reader #identity v #jack the ripper #jack x reader #norton campbell #norton campbell x reader #emil #emil x reader #annie lester #annie lester x reader #victor grantz #victor grantz x reader #aesop carl #aesop carl x reader #emma woods #emma woods x reader

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intimacyequalsdeath · 6 months

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Navigation Hub for Intimacyequalsdeath

<3 Welcome to my Blog! While your here enjoying your stay this is the Hub where you will be able to navigate my fics depending on what or who your looking for <3 Notes: Minors DNI. This list contains smut and certain things you might not be interested in, Please be respectful to people who are into those things this is a place for EVERYONE. IMPORTANT DISCLAIMER Prompt Request List Here Navigation Key: Regular Fics : Anything from the fluffiest of fluff to requests and other just miscellaneous fics. Smut : All smuts, NSFW alphabets and any requests having to do wit smut will be found here. Holiday Collections : Links to my Holiday specials and collections as a whole, including Fictobers and 12 days of Christmas fics.

Regular Fics :

Drayton Sawyer Series

Otis Driftwood Series

RZ Michael Myers X Reader

Peepaw Myers Request

A Father's Love (Mark Hoffman)

Things That Go Bump (Corey Cunningham)

Poly! Ghostface (Billy and Stu)

Tex Sawyer Request

Fluffy Tex Sawyer (Request)

Bo Sinclair Request

A basic ass Lester Sinclair x Reader

Wax Melts (Vincent Sinclair)

This Little Town (Poly! Sinclairs)

Victor Criss x Reader (Request)

You're My Girl (Patrick Hockstetter)

My self indulgent Lost Boys pregnancy fic (David x Reader)

Disobey (William Afton x Reader)

Smut Fics :

William Afton x Reader

Holiday Collections :

Fictober Cafe Collection (Fictober Masterlist)

12 Days of Ficmas Masterlist

Will you be my Valentine? Masterlist

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starlightscythe · 4 months

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Raining in Manila

Greg Hirsch x f!Reader

Also includes an instagram!AU (idk what it's called but I added some insta interactions)

Plot: you're the Chief of Financials at Waystar Royco and also Logan's Goddaughter, tasked to go with Greg to the Philippines to check up on the xerox business, not knowing some budding feelings will grow along the way.

Warnings: stressed!reader, will add more later.

P.S: purely written for Greg. Fuck Nicholas Braun, man. What a prick.

"So you're half Filipino? All this time?" Greg asked, trailing you from behind. Pushing your heavy baggage cart as you walk with hands free, clutching your phone with your right hand.

"I am 1/4th Filipino, Greg. My grandma, Nerie is the Filipino. Lucky wife to my Grandpa, Victor whose a European." You explained, steps hasty as you walk towards the exit of the NAIA airport.

Greg tried to catch up with you as best as he can with his long legs, pushing the heavy cart with force to walk side by side with you.

You were sent here by Logan to check the Xerox copy machine side business and to evaluate the profit and if it's still considered to be operational by income standards. Waystar is apparently looking to cut their losses even if it means a thousand people would lose their job just to pay off Peirce.

"That's interesting. So you speak the language? B-because you know, what if we got lost and none of us speak the language? Google Translate isn't exactly eh- exact?" He pushes his hair back, adjusting the sleeve of his suit, "Is it normally this hot here?"

"I told you to lose the suit dumbass. It's a tropical country- and you know what-" You paused, stoping by a souvenir shop a saw an English-Tagalog Dictionary, "learn the language while we're here."

Quickly purchasing the book and throwing it at him which he catches clumsily mid-air.

The ride to your hotel was short, doesn't help that Greg was complaing about the tropical heat and how he's sweating underneath his suit.

"Honeymoon?" The Uber driver asked. Smiling at you and Greg from the rear view mirror.

"Uh- oh- no. No. Just work- work mates. Happy workmates" He laughed, "here for work."

"On valentines day?" The driver raised his eyebrow.

"Yeah, unfortunately." You replied, pulling your lips in a tight line as you message an unresponsive Roman about the hotel reservation.

Exiting the Uber and going straight to the hotel lobby whilst Greg was left alone to unload your bags from the trunk. A couple minutes of waiting for him, he finally emerges besides you, tapping your shoulder lightly.

"Oh, took you long enough. Show them the reservation." You spoke, returning your attention to your phone.

Greg stood there confuse, pushing his hair back and wiping his sweat from his forehead, "What reservation? I thought Roman sent it to you?"

"I thought he sent it you?!" You whispered to him, "well, call Kendall and have him sort this out."

"Is there a problem?" The receptionist finally arrived in front of you.

You quickly turned to her and smiled, "no. No. We're all good. He's just sorting out the reservation paper. Such a klutz, this one."

"Well, Ma'am if you just have a name for the reservation and an I.D I can verify it even without the papers." She assured you.

Rummaging through your bag as Greg tried calling Kendall behind you. Taking out your Waystar employee I.D and showing it to her.

"Can you try, (Y/N) Abberdon? I think my collegue might've put it under my name."

The receptionist typed for a bit and shook her head, "we don't have that name in the system Ma'am. Is there any name? Maybe under the name of your collegue?" She gestured to Greg.

Grabbing the man by the I.D which dangled from one of those laces with the retractable strings. "What- hey!" Greg exclaimed, hand still on the ringing phone.

"Try Gregory Hirsch?" You desperately looked at her. The woman did the same thing only to looked up at you once again and shook her head.

Mentally punching Roman in your head at this point, "Ok well, we don't have his I.D but, Roman Roy?"

"I see a Roman Roiland but no Roman Roy, miss. I am sorry."

"Oh my god," You backed away from the reception desk, "I am sorry- just give me a minute" Excusing yourself. The woman nodded her head and returns to her work.

You grabbed Greg by the arm and dragged him away from the desk, looking up at him for an answer.

"They won't call back. I tried Kendall, Shiv, and Roman." He panicked, "I could try Tom?"

"Then try Tom." You deadpanned, "I am going to call Roman. But keep calling whoever is in that flip phone of yours Greg or I will throw that ancient thing in the trash."

"No need to be stres-"

"Don't tell me what to do." You suddenly flipped out at him, making him flinch, "I am- I am sorry. I am just stressed, you're right. This is not big deal. If we can't reach out to any of them we'll just have to book it ourselves."

Greg nods, "yeah. Ok. I'll keep trying to call Tom."

A couple more minutes of you guys looking like anxious rats on your phone trying to contact everyone. Greg finally got a hold of Tom over the phone.

"Tom! Oh thank God. Listen I am- we- yes me and (Y/N)- we're stuck in the Philippines- yeah- can you just- Is Roman with you?- oh- right- uhuh- well, here." Greg hands the phone to you.

You took it out of his hand, "Jesus I forgot how these things work," Fiddling with the flip phone for a bit, "Hello? Tom? What the fuck is going on? Where the fuck is everyone?"

"Enjoying your vacation with my assistant? That you stole by the way. How dare you?!"

"We're not on vacation, dipshit. What's happening over there? We can't get a hold of everyone and we're stuck in another country with no hotel reservation."

"Oh yeah, well. There's been an emergency and Shiv just told me you guys might be stuck in there for another week or two because they're using the private jet to go to the bahamas."

"What the fuck?!" You exclaimed, quickly returning back to your normal tone, "well can you atleast have Roman call me b-"

The phone suddenly crackles and Roman's voice was heard though the phone, "hey god-sis. Yeah listen, I did an oopsie and I kinda forgot to put in a reservation..."

"What's happening...?" Greg tried to ask but your head was running a million miles per minute.

One thing you hated was when plans didn't go as planned and mostly being stucked in another country where you barely speak the language and your American Express might not work.

You raised your hand out of frustration, an attempt to throw Greg's phone onto the ground. But he was quick to catch your arm with his tall physique, snatching his phone out of your hand.

"He-hey. Ok. How about you sit and calm down. Ok?" He tries to comfort you, "I'll handle this. I know you're stressed out so just relax. Ok?"

You nodded, sitting by the nearby sofa of the hotel lobby. Frantically typing into your phone whilst running a hand onto your hair out of frustration.

"Yeah- ok- I can manage that. Ok. Thanks- bye" Greg ends the call and sat on the couch parallel to yours, "ok so, we'll book a hotel and have it on the company card. Shiv said we could do whatever we want for the next two weeks as an apology for your distress and inconvenience. So...there you go. Don't stress ok? Cause youre kinda freaking me out too."

Slowly nodding as you bit your lip, preventing yourself from laughing at the distressed Greg as he sighed and lean back onto the white sofa, putting his earphone on to calm himself down. You sneakily took a picture of him and posted it on Instagram.

"Well I'll just see if they have a spare room available." You pull a tight smile , touching his shoulder as you move past him. Greg gives a nod in response.

"Hey," You greeted the receptionist again, "looks like my collegue might've missed it in his brain to book a reservation, is there a room available for two weeks? Two room separately...preferrably for me and him" Pointing at Greg behind you.

The receptionist tuts as she tapped at her keyboard for a bit, looking appologetic up at you, "sorry, looks like we're all fully booked at the moment. That's normal for valentines Day- oh wait- we have an opening for a honeymoon suite... I am afraid that's the only room available."

"Oh..." You scrunched your face. Scratching the back of your head in frustration, "is there like...another hotel?"

"Well you can try the love hotel from across the street but at valentines week I am afraid all of the hotel right now are fully booked too, miss."

Glancing at your watch, it reads 6:37 pm. And the jet lag was getting to your system. Not really wanting to go out there and dragging Greg around the block you were forced to weigh your options.

"Does it have a couch atleast?"

"Yes ma'am. But I am afraid it only has one bathroom."

"That's fine." You sighed, taking out your business card, "just do it. We're way too tired."

The woman apologized again as she took your card before handing you two keycards for the room. Telling you that your bags will be delivered in your room shortly.

Dragging your feet back to where Greg was, you handed him the other key card by shoving it in his face. Greg took it and read;

"Honeymoon suite?" He asked, looking up at you with wide eyes

"Yeah, not alot of options at valentines day, buddy." You scoffed at him, "you're welcome to run around the block for a new hotel room. They're all fully booked apparently. and I am too tired to argue for separate room. So either suck it up or get out."

Greg grunts in annoyance, standing up and following you anyways.

You turn back at him, "there's a love hotel full of jizz across the street. You're welcome to that"

"Uhuh, and if I get sick because of it, you'd have to be Tom's assistant for as long as it takes."

"He wishes, Greg"

#greg hirsch #Greg Hirsch x reader #cousin greg #succession #greg hirsch fluff #greg Hirsch fic #greg succession

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mr-voorhees-husband · 3 months

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,,sabretooth time

Warning: Probably ooc Victor (he’s soft, but still very insane), he is just very in love, late valentines one shot, Victor gets home and shows you how much he loves you, nsft

Info: Victor Creed (comic) x FtM!Househusband!Reader

Victor stepped into your shared home, shrugging off the thick bear pelt coat and hanging it up onto the wall. Sniffing the air, Victor grinned widely at the smell of his favorite dinner being cooked, brown sugar ham, mustard greens, and best of all, homemade rolls.

“Somethin’ smells good.” He grinned, stepping up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist. Large hands pressed against your body and held you close as Victor nuzzled his face into your neck. “Almost as good as you...”

“You’re hilarious.” You chuckled softly, leaning back into his hold. “How was your day, baby?”

“Good,” he muttered, a clawed hand trailed beneath your shirt, sharp claws gently scratching at your skin, never breaking skin. Victor knew he reeked of blood and sweat, but he also didn’t care. He always had to get a lungful of your smell when he got him. “Yers?”

“Fine,” you smiled, basking under the affection of your lover— used to his smell, even if it was disgusting. You couldn’t live with Victor and not grow used to the smell of copper and musk, it was almost impossible. “Do you know what today is?”

“Valentine’s.” Victor pressed a kiss to your neck, “is that why ya’ made me such a wonderful dinner?”

“It’s your favorite.” You replied without an ounce of hesitation, letting out a soft moan as Victor started to leave hickies and marks on your neck. “Vic, dinner’s gonna get cold.”

“Mmm…” Victor grumbled, claws digging into your stomach and holding you tighter, continuing to litter kisses and nips onto your neck. Something he loved to do. He always had to mark you up, even if the two of you lived in a cabin in the middle of the Canadian woods, it was a primal need for him. If you weren’t marked up, he’d drop everything to mark you up once again. “Fine,” he growled out, “but you better be ready. I got plans for you.”

“I expected as much.” You purred, slightly leaning into his hold as he pulled away before walking off. “You got the table?”

“Always do.” Like always, Victor got to work setting the table, pouring you both your choice of drink and setting up the utensils. He didn’t really know why he did this every night, maybe part of it was because it was his chore as a child, and another part of it was because he really didn’t know how to clean other than very simple organization and trashing.

He was thankful that you didn’t hold it against him, especially considering how many times he tracked mud, snow, and blood into the house.

After dinner was served up, Victor swallowed it down like he always does, returning for seconds and then thirds. Each time he filled up his plate again, you didn’t bother to hide your smile. Victor loved to eat, that was no secret, and knowing you fed him more than enough always made you feel a bit proud. He hunted the food, you cooked it, but you always made enough so there was leftovers— simply because Victor had a habit of waking in the middle of the night and eating whatever was left straight from the fridge.

While Victor would never say it, everytime he came home to a cooked meal, he fell more in love with you. Maybe it was because of his childhood, or just his mutation, but cooking for him meant you cared— at least to him.

Victor placed his empty plate down in the sink and grabbed the ham bone, sitting at the table and starting to tear whatever meat was left on it before gnawing on the bone itself. When he heard you giggle, he looked at you with a raised eyebrow and a gruff, “what?”

“You look like a cat.” You giggled, placing your own dirty dishes in the sink to be cleaned later.

“Oh yeah?” Victor snorted, standing up and dropping the bone back into the pan the ham had originally been cooked in. Victor dropped to his knees and grabbed your sweatpants, ignoring your surprised gasp. “Do I look like a pussycat?”

“That is so bad—“ you tried to critique his horrible flirt, but it was quickly forgotten as your boxers were pulled down just enough for him to latch onto your dick. He let out a rumbling purr, grabbing onto your thighs as you moaned out. “Vic—!”

Without removing himself from your boypussy, he helped you the rest of the way out of your pants before suddenly lifting you up so you were on his shoulders and your crotch to his face. His tongue, barbed but not painful, lapped at your cunt desperately. Swallowing down each bit of slick and arousal like a man drowning in the desert.

“Victor—!” You moaned, hands digging into the wild mane he called hair. Victor groaned in response, nuzzling his face into your thighs— and you basked in the way his stubble burned your inner thighs.

It didn’t take long for you to reach your peak, back arching while your cries of pleasure filled your shared cabin. Victor pulled away with a satisfied rumble— a noise akin to a purr— licking your cum off his lips. He dropped you suddenly, catching you before you could hit the ground, your crotch pressed to his own bulge.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, baby,” Victor growled, leaning down to nip at your skin, “You’ll get yer proper present later, but right now I think I wanna fuck you until you forget yer own name.”

It was going to be a long night— not that you minded.

#victor creed #victor creed x reader #Sabretooth #Sabretooth x Reader #tw nsft #trans reader

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damien-mlm · 2 years

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Keeping Myself Alive

Tags and warnings!!! RE Gameverse, Carlos Oliveira/Transmasc!OC, Established Platonic Relationship with Jill, Childhood Friends, Carlos Oliveira, Jill Valentine, Nicholai Ginovaef | Nikolai Zinoviev, Tyrell Patrick, Mikhail Victor, Nemesis, OC, Angst, Hospitalization, C-PTSD, Injury Description, Gore, Depression, Suicidal Thoughts, Self-Harm, Character Death, Hurt/Comfort, Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, Fluff, Smut (eventually), Explicit.

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Chapter 2: Long Time No See

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Carlos gave Liam a pat on the back once he was up, never breaking that smile of his. He was cuter from up close, he thought. And it was a two-way street, not that either of them would say anything about it, though. There’s a time and place for everything, and this wasn’t it.

“Come with me, let’s get you some place safe.” – said Carlos, as he guided Liam through the streets with his hand on his back.

Liam didn’t say anything and just let it happen, enjoying the warmth of another person’s touch. Damn, just how long has it been? Never mind intimacy or sex… Just how long has it been since he felt the caring and gentle touch of another human being? Too long, that’s for sure.

That is, until he saw the unmistakable logo on the other man’s shoulder.

Liam stopped dead on his tracks, his face twisted with what seemed like anger, fear and disdain. He took a few steps back, looking at Carlos straight in the eyes with disbelief and disappointment.

Carlos turned to look at Liam, a little shocked by the stern expression on his face.

“You’re with Umbrella?!” – he barked, pointing at the man’s shoulder, which prompted Carlos to look at it as he answered.

“Uh, yeah. I’m part of the Umbrella Biohazard Countermeasure Service, U.B.C.S. for short. You familiar with the company?” – Liam let out a sharp breath.

“Familiar?!” – his voice overflowed with indignation – “Judging by my experience, you might as well be the ones who did this!” – he said, spreading his arms, gesturing at the chaos around him.

Carlos let his assault rifle hang on his side and put his hands up, trying to calm down Liam, reassure him that he meant no harm.

“Listen, I don’t know much about Umbrella’s business, I just get paid to fight, I swear.” – he said, never breaking eye contact with Liam – “Hell, half of the times I don’t know who, what or why I’m fighting, I don’t rank that high up, I just follow orders.”

Oh, he should not have said that.

“‘Just follow orders’, huh? What kind of dog just follows so blindly? And for what? Money? Or do just enjoy killing so much that you don’t care who you’re working for, or what they do?” – Liam’s words were so bitter; he might as well have been spitting out bile. His words stung, but Carlos understood he had to have a reason for such a violent reaction. – “Do you have any idea of how many lives have been destroyed or ruined in the name of your company?”

Carlos looked at his feet, he was ashamed, Liam might be lashing out, but some of what he said was true, he never bothered to question how any of this happened in an otherwise tranquil and unassuming town, he just fought, then got paid. That was it.

“I don’t… And I’m sorry, but right now we’re all you got, I haven’t seen any other military or police service taking care of this.” – Liam looked at him like he was shooting daggers out of his eyes as he remained silent, Carlos couldn’t look at him in the eyes anymore – “We, uh... we are trying to get the subway going to get survivors out of the city.” – He paused and looked at Liam once again, trying to appear as unthreatening as possible. – “Will you come with?” –

Liam clicked his tongue and looked away into the street. There wasn’t much to do other than to follow him. And by the looks of it, getting out of the city by foot was practically impossible. Carlos looked at his face intently, hoping for a positive answer. Liam pinched the bridge of his nose and let out a loud, pronounced sigh.

“Fine, I’ll go” – Carlos’s face lit up – “but I don’t trust you, is that clear?” – Carlos smiled.

“Hey, it’s all good, I understand where you’re coming from, I’ll see this as an invitation.” – He said, motioning his arm to guide Liam alongside him.

‘Pfft, no you don’t’, [Y/N] thought…. Wait.

“Invitation to what?” – he asked, raising an eyebrow at the other man.

“To prove to you that I just want to help” – Carlos said, flashing a smirk at him. – “I’ll keep you safe, Pretty Boy, you’ll see.” – and then he winked. This man is beyond remedy from flirting as means to break the ice.

Liam scoffed, then cackled, and just kept walking without saying anything else. Carlos smiled at himself, pleased with the other man’s reaction, and kept guiding him to the refuge in the subway station.

Carlos led Liam into the passenger car with the rest of the survivors, then left, presumably to look for more people out there. Liam looked at the survivors, most of them were in in a state of shock, others sobbing uncontrollably, others passed out on the seats. He stayed right next to the car door, firmly gripping the axe in his hand, ready to fight or run if necessary.

Suddenly, he heard what sounded like a car crashing on the street, closely followed by two explosions. The others didn’t mind, or didn’t notice, but Liam could feel the vibrations coming from up on the street.

After several minutes he could hear Carlos get into the adjacent car, where Mikhail was waiting, closely followed by a second set of footsteps.

“Carlos…” - Mikhail started – “you didn’t even think of asking fine young lady her name?” – after a brief silence, he continued – “She is an elite operative of R.P.D. Special Tactics and Rescue Service.” – Liam listened closely from behind the close door. – “Her name is… something… Valentine” –

Liam’s eyes widened and he quickly turned to see through the small window on the door, could it be??

“It’s Jill” – she said as she calmly sat down facing the old man. Liam couldn’t believe his eyes.

“Nice to meet you, Jill. I am U.B.C.S. Platoon Leader Mikhail Victor. My team was sent here to rescue civilians.” – He tried to motion towards the door to the car where the survivors stayed, but quickly winced in pain, grabbing his side.

Jill looked at the door and her eyes widened. She quickly rose from her seat as Liam opened the door and ran to her.

“Liam??!”

“Jill!!” – he exclaimed as he brought her into a hug – “God, Bluebird, I thought I’d never see you again!” – Jill hugged him back in a tight embrace, still not believing he was there in front of her.

“I should be the one who says that! How the…?! We all thought you- “– but Liam interrupted her.

“I know…” – he said calmly, breaking the embrace but keeping his hands on Jill’s shoulders, he looked her in the eyes – “I know, I have a lot to explain” – he admitted, then side-eyed the other men in the car – “…but now is not the time.”

Jill understood he needed privacy in order to open up, she looked at him and nodded silently, giving him the smallest, most subtle, yet genuine smile. She had so many questions, but she knew they would be answered in due time.

“So…” – Jill started, turning back to face Mikhail – “how’s the whole ‘rescuing civilians’ business going for you” – she said, sitting back down and inviting Liam to sit next to her.

“The city is completely cut off, isolated. Most of the hundred thousand civilians will wind up dead. Ah, correction, undead.” – Mikhail said, earning a look away in disgust from Jill and an eye-roll from Liam. – “My platoon has suffered serious losses…” – he continued – “just keeping them alive is more than I can manage” –

“Well, you can thank your corporate overlords for that” – Jill snarked back. Liam looked at Carlos, catching him staring. Carlos looked down quickly.

“Yes, well... we are doing all we can. If we can get the subway train moving, we can evacuate some survivors…” – Mikhail paused for a second – “but we need help, my men cannot do this alone.”

Jill and Liam looked at each other, communicating without saying a single word. As much as Mikhail tried to hide it, he sounded desperate, they needed to get the survivors out of Raccoon asap.

“Alright” – Jill said, standing up from her seat – “I’m in. But I’m on their side” – she said as she gestured towards the survivors – “Not yours.”

“Oh hey, hey it’s cool. We all want the same thing.” – Carlos said calmly.

“I’m going with you” – Liam said to Jill. She turned and looked at him with a mix of worry and confusion.

“Are you sure about this?” – she asked. Liam smiled at her.

“I’m not letting you run off after I’ve just found you. I’m coming with.” – Jill gave him a stern look, but she knew she couldn’t stop him from tagging along.

“Thank you, Jill, Liam” – Mikhail said as Carlos was shuffling with some equipment in a tin box. Once he found what he was looking form he stood up and approached the pair.

“Alright, Supercop, Pretty Boy. Here you go. We can use them to stay in contact.”

“I know what a radio is” – said Jill, defying as always. Liam stayed silent, and Carlos gave a quick smile before continuing – “Okay, first things first. We need to get you guys geared up. Head up to street level, you’ll find supplies there.” – he said before examining Mikhail’s wounds again.

Jill and Liam headed upstairs and found the supply pile and started rummaging through it. Liam never learned how to use a gun, and he didn’t want to either, his small axe was enough, so he just resorted to grabbing a hip pouch and strapped it on to be able to carry anything they might need. Meanwhile Jill stocked up on ammo and handed him a first aid spray can to carry. She made a face, looking at him take the spray.

“So… ‘Pretty Boy’?” – she asked raising an eyebrow at him. Liam snorted.

“Yeah, I don’t know either, ‘Supercop’.” – he said, laughing. – “Dude just shot a zombie I had on my ass and then was all like ‘I’m Carlos and I’m your savior’ or something like that.” – Jill’s eyes widened and her jaw dropped.

“Shut up!” – she exclaimed – “He said that to you, too?!” – and they both laughed.

“What did he save you from, anyway? That was some loud stuff, I heard a car crash, I didn’t think anybody would be driving by now.” – Jill rubbed the back of her neck.

“Ah… that was me, actually. I… kinda drove a car off of a parking lot roof…” - it was Liam turn to be shocked.

“You WHAT?!”

“Listen, there was this… thing, chasing me and I thought that driving a car into it and off the roof was gonna kill it.” – she explained, Liam tried to hide a look of worry.

“What thing?” – Jill shrugged.

“I don’t know what it was, but it was big, ugly and fucking tough. My stunt didn’t even seem to slow it down. Anyway, that’s when Mr. Savior appeared with a grenade launcher. This fucking thing caught the first grenade with some sort of tendril coming out of him. The second shot got him right on the face, though.” – she paused for a few seconds, looking at Liam's face, immediately noticing his concern.

“Is he- is it dead?” – he asked. Jill sighed

“I guess so, fucker fell on its knees then face flat on the floor, that’s when Carlos ran up to me and well, you know the rest.” – Liam gave a half-smile and grabbed his chin, rubbing his bottom lip with his thumb.

“He’s cute, though… He might have had a chance if he wasn’t an Umbrella dog.” – Liam changed the subject. Unconvinced, Jill and looked at him expectantly.

“What do you know about Umbrella, exactly? Cause I’ve been researching them for years, it’s a part of my job, but you…” – Liam looked down.

“Remember Nate?”

“Your boyfriend?” – Jill asked. Liam frowned at that last word. – “Yeah, I remember him. Why?” – Liam started fidgeting with his hands, Jill could tell he was deeply troubled about whatever this was, even if he was trying his best not to show it.

“Well… he, uh- “– then their radios beeped in unison. It was Carlos.

“Jill, Liam? It’s me again. You guys topside yet?” – Jill reluctantly grabbed her radio and answered for the both of them.

“Working on it… So, what’s the plan?”

“The old tank’s got me clearing the tracks. You mind getting the subway infrastructure back online?” – Jill and Liam shared a look.

“And how do we do that?”

“Let’s start by restoring power. I’ll navigate you guys to the substation once you hit the main road.”

“Copy that, let’s do this fast.” – and with that Jill put her radio away. Meanwhile, Liam grabbed a few potted herbs he found with the supplies, grinding and mixing them.

“Didn’t take you for an herbalist” – Jill said, sort of amused.

“Yeah, well… Nathaniel was a doctor, so… I learned a few things here and there…” – he answered, looking down. Jill frowned her brows, put her hand on his shoulder, giving it a light squeeze. She looked at him with nothing but compassion and sympathy.

“Hey, we don’t have to do this right now, okay?” – He lifted his face, his glossy eyes meeting hers. – “Let’s just get the fuck out of here first, then you can tell me all about it, sound good?” – She said, lightly rubbing Liam’s back to soothe him. He looked down again for a second and let out a deep breath.

“Yeah… yeah, sure” – He said, wiping a tear away and sniffling a little before smiling at her.

#RE #resident evil #resident evil 3 #resident evil x reader #carlos oliveira x reader #transmasc reader #oc #carlos oliveira #mikhail victor #jill valentine #you and jill have (or had) a beautiful friendship and i wanted to convey that

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