#i dont have anything drawn for valentines day

[hootydoot]

What's the point of all this? I mean, why?

[harvestmoth]

uh. these two ig

[seawing-vibes]

HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYPONY ! ! Here’s some art summary thangs <3 ! Template is by Mintcokev on DeviantArt !! I did one of full pieces and one of Sillay Doodles

Explanations of every piece & stuff is below read the readmore ! + links to the full work if its posed online !

First Template:

January -> This Sora Piece ! I am honestly still super proud of how it turned out , it was fun to work on and looking at it still gives me that nice vibe I was in while drawing it

February -> This headshot of my OC Elk! I developed and expanded on her story this year and did some headshots for their TH, still super proud of how the shading came out here ,,

March -> lmao nothin , not sure what happened in March but I dont have anything there aside from sillay Doodles

April -> This design of Blaze! One of my fav designs I’ve done recently .. shes just so sillay To Me

May -> This piece of my friend and I’s cat ocs ! Stickpaw & Frostclaw, two silly fellas <3 something possessed me here I’ve never drawn a kibby this well since and Im still super proud of this

June -> This reference of my oc Dee!!!! ITS DEE ! ! EVERYONE SAY HI TO DEE <3 ! ! ! ! ! I was so happy to finally give her a proper ref , shes one of my favorite ocs of all time and this came out so well , it looks so much like her!!!!

July -> This artfight attack! This piece was honestly just a blast to work on, the background and frame design and expression were all fun to illustrate

August -> These refs of my lomp ocs! Lomps are fictional guys made by my good friend and August was just the Month for them. These guys are (bottom to top) Fizz, Roe, and Skipper! They’re . Normal <3

September -> This piece of my fursona Kenny ! ! Just a fun piece to work on again, the colors came together way better than I thought they would

October -> This piece of my oc Houndcall! They’re feeling normal about their leader being possessed! This was like a weird experimental painted piece and ou .. I really loved working on it I wanna do more things with that method

November -> Not posed online! Surprisingly, this is a wip of a self-portrait I’m doing for class! Fathead Minnows and Rainbow Trout !! This canvas is massive (taller than me ,, which aint much but still!!) and I’ve been cracking at it for a while but hammered out the details of the trout in November so! It’s acrylic but I really wish I could’ve done oil instead .. acrylic dont blend well

December -> The final fella ! My idiot son ! Also not posed online , this is a linocut printed on hand-made paper! Fun fact, I make my own paper and my own Lino cuts as my main medium, I just cant afford the proper transfer ink, but I got some from school to use so ! My idiot dragon linocut son was born ! I hate him because he wont print proper but this piece ended up working out. Its lino-ink on handmade paper with red micron pen over it

Second Template:

January -> DNA Helicase

February -> Valentine’s Day Gift <3 !

March -> Not (publicly) posted online doodle of my epic oc Anton Bayheart giving his grandson a thumbs up :)

April -> Not (publicly) posted doodles of my ocs Sebastian (left) and Dee (right) (you saw her ref earlier <33) having a normal convo !

May -> A shot from This video of my friends ocs … the one depicted is Quickpaw <3

June -> Not posted doodle of Breezewhipser giving Rippletooth some good advice (it was not good advice) (ripple just learns hes aro)

July -> Not (publicly) posed doodle of my Oc’s Garret (BALD) and Benny (TIRED) . Also just two normal guys (they’re divorced) (and obsessed with eachother)

August -> This doodle of my ocs Savi & Skipper (Skip’s ref is in August first template <3) . Music taste

September -> a small part of this cat sketch page ! Beetlekit getting bullied by his cousins

October -> This doodle of Skipper . I appreciate him

November -> I dont know where this came from actually. Its my friends oc’s Redstone and Bumblebuzz staring kitty-like at my oc Specklestep (she is married to Red and Bumble is their daughter)

December -> Doodle of Tide from this whiteboard ! !

Have a great new year everyone ! ! ! Thanks for reading through all that if you did lmao

[starkid256]

rant about my art/writers/creative/everything block or whatever the fuck it is [IMPORTANT]

so if you dont already know (which i dont blame you i dont talk about it) i have been going through the biggest block of my life. it started in february around valentines day where i just finished holding a contest where people drew strawberry crepe cookie on the crk wiki. i was feeling great and then boom. as soon as i started working on the prize for 1st place (which was a fic and a drawing, im focusing on the fic rn) it took me eleven fucking days to finish it and it only has 1.1k words. after that moment i dreaded making anything productive. the best drawing i made from this time period were a few funny comics, character sprites, or cards for a made up game that isnt actually a game. i dont know what is causing it, whether it be burnout, depression, or executive dysfunction, but it has drained me like a bowl of pasta and has left me with multiple nights where i cannot bring myself to draw and it breaks my heart. what i used to do so passionately and commonly has become a burden. hell, someone on that crk wiki asked me to draw their character and i made an empty promise that i took back merely a few days later. you wanna know the worst part? its still happening. jesus. its been 4 1/2 months and i have not drawn/done anything productive. i wish someone could dm me, give me a drawing idea, and motivate me daily. im being 100% fucking serious. yet ive been waiting on a miracle this whole time trying to muster up any will to do anything creatively. ifhml.

[solardick]

Happy BS day. Its valentines. I’m not allowed knowing love. Because god’s an asshole. And enjoys fucken with me. And it’s always ever going to be just me. And know that in dying. I dont care anymore. That stupid girl they always talking about is going to be there. Today, yay! My lung hurts. Smoke another ciggarette.

Wonder whys the dovstor arw going to say when i ask to be euthanized. Just send me a guy already so i can spend the rest of my short life being fucked. Like i have been since my first memory. And Since im never going to add anything to life. And for the first tome this year theres the semblance of winter. Its only ten degrees warmer than it should be today and not 20.

Oh and the girl is gone. Wonder who’s gonna replace her.

Yay for being punished all fucken day. Get the fuck out of my way.

And fuck tarot im done. All y’all fo id give me the oppositre of what i create and my intent. Fuck this rapist culture. Soend tbe rest of my short life gaming and hetting drunk. An dmy dragon image in now trash.

Not allowed being healthy others control my life. Wonder what having independance from malicious influences. Something id like to experiemce before i die. Ive never been. Maybe one day. Ill go. Lol.

I nailed it in that dragon image though. My perfect reflection. And the tower crumbles. Everytime.

Mmmnn i can feel it. Serpent. Its stirring. And after fetting hit in the face with a box. Fuck this. Im done. Fuck all of you. Go sit in the corner and wait.

Souffy, fuck off pls.

And… uh, maybe she realized she was in love with me. And could no longer stay. It was a nice two step dance we did though. Was fun. Bye luv. Maybe one day.

It’s always sexual. I have a very lovable image. I just be me. I always get fucked over. But circumstances won’t allow. Im locked down. Man. And they won’t leave me be. I left my family what eight years ago now. Haven’t had any peace pressence has always been there. … born in hell. I dint know what else to say.

Well you know what they say. Gotta poor your sexuality into something else. Like making love to god. Or jesus. Or blogging indiscriminately, unfiltered. It has to be raw. Or. Not at all. When uou have nothign good to say you sys nothing at all. Maybe in. Fairy tail ‘bout being saved by thee glorious father.

Maybe her boifriend, will show up and beat me up. Because she flirted to spite. Spite. Yeah, yeah. That word, works well. Think im being framed up again? Probably.

Hahah. Ugh. I mean. Im pretty celibate. So its usually from the opposing parties. Thats how it started. Even down near 6-8 yr’old. If its coming from women, its either a good desire that would play out right if present corcumstnaves werent treating me lije a marionnette or there wasn’t amole amounts of violent carnage preventing any act forward. Or its a dirty desire. And im turned off. And do the morally good thing. Ethically may be skitchy. The couple times it did. Treatment and marionnette and all that. Not in a healthy state of being. And thats beside the while line up of scripted ones. There to be serpents. Other people serpents. The white ones with the crow.

Where do you want me to step? Here?

Uh, ok. The added script. Strength from mother to the “king” the child as self. Mother to child. Leo. And death. A parental bond with mother. One showing trust and support. Missing piece to the script. My own, fuck her. Man. I cant do it. There’s nothing there. And for as long as im nothing but tred, i couldn’t afford to care even if i wanted to.

Now to see of i camt find something to watch that isnt predomiantly gay, or gradually drawn into being. Risky stuff. I live dangerously.

Like tomorrow war, where the threat is actually the russians. With there symbolic connection to man and the machine vs. Women and temptation. Gotta fight the good fight. It had monsters and russians in it. I should have known better. In godzilla it was what the Chinese? God sake. Gotta keep my uranus in sag occupied. Uh?

I soent what 20 years in a hole. Not being a part of the system. And then as soon as i do. “Covid”happens. Yeah, ok? Where the real world? I dont think ive met it yet.

Anyway. Crazy bs aside. Im grateful she left. Better pay, closer to home. Can’t go wrong. Even though she hurt me in two ways. Knowing that she wasn’t there to get in my way today. Was awesome. And the good feeling remains. The Dove and the Dragon. The dove, a portent to positive experience. This land is populates by too many crows though. The most dominate species here. Only in the spring and summer are they mostly chased away. Creating a loop of conditional experience. That of using the the functioning increases of solar energy to overcoming the negative association to growth. Its not at all different that the tv. Of fighting monsters and such. Except that there’s not an overlaying fabricated script over nature. And this function is towards the means of reproduction and establishing a suitable nesting home.

In high populated city zones, the natural is all but lacking. Amd the mass lives within a bubble of conditioning. Which cost millions of lives to make possible. While claiming peace on earth. Though millions of lives doesn’t seem so consequential considering the what now, eight billion?

Twisted metal does seem promising. Thanks justin.

No, it’s just sneaky. It hook punches you.

Well guess im goving up media. And going back to the wind.

Well y’all could give some hearts if your going to stock me anonymously. But no. Only the bad stuff.

[cherrymoonxx]

Hi! I would like to join your recent valentines event!

I pick 🏹 (for my future spouse )

A sweet moment in my life was the day I got accepted in college! My whole family was all smiles and celebrating together.

Thank you so much for your time and energy! - gsp

Hey there, GSP! That is such a lovely memory! I’m sure your family is super proud of you!

Okie dokie, let’s see what I’m getting from your future spouse:

Okay so right off the bat, im getting the sense that they are very active. Seems like they like to work out and stay in shape. Ooo ok, they seem like a confident person. Confident but not overly confident to the point where it’s obnoxious. Tho, it feels like they can be a bit cocky at times lol.

Do you dance? Do you like to go out to clubs every so often? Cuz I’m getting the sense that you might meet them in this sort of setting. It’s like they are out one night with some work friends thinking that it’s just another regular night. Maybe they often go out because part of their job requires a lot of networking or socializing. But anyway, so on this night, you just so happen to be out, all dressed up, hoping to take your mind off of your worries for a bit. So you’re having fun, dancing and enjoying yourself with your friends. Really letting loose and not caring about anything. And this is what draws them to you. They are intrigued by you from the very first moment they lay eyes on you. Eyes are pretty prominent here. Like they’re just looking at you. Curious about you and intrigued. Maybe you guys lock eyes and there’s just a spark that you both feel. It might be a bit of love at first sight for them actually but they may kind of deny it at first. Like they know they’re drawn to you from the beginning but dont consciously think of it too deeply. That’s the energy I see for the initial meeting.

Aw man, I get so carried away! okay so the moment they realize they’re in love with you feels like it’s a time when you both are having just a regular conversation. It feels like they had come to you for some advice and you say something really insightful that kind of opens their eyes. I know I said this already but eyes are so so prominent here. Like this person just loves looking at you. And it’s like they have this way of looking at you and making you feel like they’re able to see past all the b.s. like if they can see you in a way that no one truly ever has. They realize they’re in love with you but it’s like they knew all along, since you guys met. But this is when they kind of surrender to it, like yeah okay I’m really in love so no point denying it any longer.

Honestly, this person felt like they were playing mind games with me 😩. Had me working extra hard to get them to tell me how they fell in love. They have this aura of someone that is like always one step ahead. Super smart but definitely won’t make it easy to get what you want.

Ahhh I’m so sorry if this reading was all over the place! Oh, I was also reminded of this song based on the energy from the first meeting.

Thank you for participating! I hope you have a lovely Valentine’s Day ❤️

[causeimanartist]

A to Z Character Challenge J: John Constantine

[tianhai03]

quick doodle for beidou's bd. hope youre having a wonderful day my queen ❤️❤️❤️

[iarrelm]

So I’ve been rereading season 2 of tog...

[alexsees1111]

I just drew a hell ton of Michael Afton drawings lol- This gives me an Idea with Michael with an artist s/o headcanons, I saw you just posted a few hours ago so I dont wanna burn you out with alot of requests. But you could write if you want too!! Have a wonderful night or day!! :]] :DD

Of course!:D also the more requests the better bc it gives me ideas and let’s me write more and stops me from getting writer’s block:3 thank you for requestingggg<3

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Michael afton with an artist S/O - hc’s 🔮

He honestly LOVES to watch you draw, he finds your concentrated face so cute! Sometimes he’ll ask if he can help but we all know where that’s gonna end up..

I imagine on his bday, Valentine’s, Christmas etc etc you would draw something from his favourite show or game or possibly you would draw him. He adores them so much, it makes him happy that someone would spend so much time just for him.

He has a secret stash full of your drawings and I imagine he had a small one in his wallet, and at work he has some either hanging up or a picture frame on his desk:3

He would try to draw some pictures for you but yk.. he isn’t the BEST at drawing even tho he did get good grades in art class he barely remembers anything, but you still find it cute so you have a lil pictures of things he has drawn:3

He would 100% brag about it, he would show his friends and say how he’s so lucky and how much he loves you:3

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I hope you enjoyed it!:D this one is so cute!!

Masterlist if you wanna check out my other works:)

[thotfuss]

happy valentine’s day i haven’t slept and i’m angry so just a reminder if your partner threatens to break up with you for reasons including but not limited to: Visiting your sister at college, daring to wear a bracelet your sister made for you before she left for college, taking a figure drawing class, not picking up the phone right away if you’re driving or asleep, not wanting to drive 30 minutes on icy roads after you’ve been at work all day, going home to change after work before coming over, not finishing your dinner, etc, if your partner forces you to keep your location services on, if your partner forces you to take pictures of where you are as proof if they don’t believe you, if your partner gets mad at you for visiting family, friends, or literally even going home to your parents house, going home to your OWN apartment, if your partner goes through your phone CONSTANTLY without asking, goes through messages from YEARS ago and gets angry because you say “I love you” to your friends, even if it was, again, YEARS ago, if your partner gets angry and jealous every time you talk to literally anyone else, if your partner calls you names, calls you a cheater for getting a call from an unlisted number that turned out to be your dentist, if your partner monitors your social media use CONSTANTLY, and if you don’t respond right away to their messages, and had been active on any social media in between that time, calls you repeatedly until you answer and then used that as a gotcha, later citing that as a reason youre untrustworthy, if your partner gets angry when you want to go to sleep “early,” because they say youd rather sleep than spend time with them, because spending all of your free time with them is more important than getting more than 4 hrs of sleep a night, if your partner gets upset when you spend your free time doing anything else, homework, family, even laundry, literally ANYTHING, if your partner goes through your sketchbook and when they see that you’ve drawn the back of people's heads or side profiles or whatever when you were in other classes, says it was because you’re in love with them, if your partner makes you destroy art you made while you were dating someone else, if your partner gets jealous over fictional characters who you like and has a meltdown if you mention liking a character or doing art based off of a character and post or sell it online, if your partner CONSTANTLY accuses you of looking at other people in public, to the point where you can be driving both of you home and look in your sideview mirror to merge lanes, and they will think you were checking out the girl who was walking by on the sidewalk, if your partner gets upset when you wear makeup or a dress out in public, to class, or ANYWHERE that they wasn’t with you, and when you express that it's because of self confidence and appearance issues, will say they don’t care, saying that you’re only wearing makeup to "impress other people" in public, and gets mad if you DONT wear makeup or dress up when going out with them because you aren’t “making an effort,” if your partner says that your panic attacks, depressive episodes etc must mean you don't love them because they don’t make you happy enough, pressing this point until you have to end up comforting them over it, if your partner loses it when you get a rash on my neck as a result of anxiety, insists that it’s actually hickeys, melts down and yells at you over and over to "stop lying! just tell me who it was who did you do this with," etc, etc, if your partner tells you that if you break up, they’ll let their eating disorder get worse, just let themselves die, etc. if your partner tries to jump out of your moving car every time they’re upset, if your partner does literally any of this you are in an abusive relationship and you deserve better. and if you do any of this to your partner you’re a horrible fucking person and you need therapy ❤️

[junkercrush]

Halo!!! I dont know your inbox is still open, but could I have a request please? Maybe Poly!Junkers harboring a crush and then dating reader who is really quiet around strangers but tends to liven up around people when theu gain their trust? I just love those two smelly bois! Also, I really like your writing and blog! Thank you!!

You sure can! Here you go:

“The Quiet One” 

SFW

Pairing: Poly!Junkers x Reader

Words: 2,008                                                                                                                     

                                             *~*~*~*~*

Prologue

Overwatch Headquarters: Cafeteria. 2076. Valentine’s Day.

The headquarters cafeteria was decorated in red, pink, and white. Paper maché hearts covered the walls. It was like someone hired an elementary school to decorate the room. Ironically, the entire Overwatch team made the décor. Jack’s orders.

“Ah, the day of romance.” Junkrat sighed as he dropped his food tray on a table beside his crime partner Roadhog. “This is the best time to hit the jewelry stores, mate! Let’s say we get us some diamonds after today’s mission. What do you say, Hog?”

Junkrat noticed Hog hasn’t touched any of his food. He snatched a heart-shaped cookie and followed his partner’s gaze towards the lone eater on the other side of the cafeteria: You. Hog let out a longing sigh.

“Rat,” Hog called out.

“Yeah?” Junkrat answered.

Hog took out a pink envelope from his pocket and gave it to Junkrat. “Could you do me a favor—”

“Wait a minute!” Junkrat sniffed the envelope and gagged. The giant wave of roses rushed through his nostrils. “Are you kidding me? You want me to send a love letter to the Quiet One?”

That’s what everybody in Overwatch called you. You barely spoke to anyone except during meetings. You were a scientist, Winston’s assistant. The people you’ve spoken to the most were Winston, Angela, and Mei. The Junkers tried to talk to you before. You would say a sentence or two before shying away into your lab.

“Please do this for me?” Roadhog pleaded. Junkrat’s eyes widen. He has never seen the Hog act so vulnerable about anyone before.

“Can’t do that, mate,” Junkrat said, crossing his arms with a sinister smirk.

“Why not?” Hog huffed.

Junkrat pulled out a crumpled envelope from his shorts. It had little heart doodles drawn over them. Unlike Hog’s envelope, it smelled like an auto shop.

“Because I’m going to give the Quiet One a love note first!” Rat said triumphantly. He jumped onto the table and started table-hopping towards your direction.

Roadhog growled. “Oh no you don’t, you little—”

Roadhog chased after Junkrat. People saw the big man storming the cafeteria, swinging his hook, and leaped out of the way.

What on Earth?

You looked up from scribbling scientific notes. Junkrat was jumping on tables towards you with his behemoth friend Roadhog running behind, trying to catch him with his hook. You instantly gathered all your books and binders from the table. Unfortunately, you didn’t save your homemade lunch on time.

“NO!” Roadhog grabbed Junkrat as soon as he landed on your table, slamming his face on your lunch. Hog looked at you and immediately wiped Junkrat’s face with a napkin. You hid your smile behind your binders.

“Sorry,” Hog apologized.

You waved your hands at him. “It’s okay, Mr. Rutledge! I—

“Roadhog here wanted to give a love note!” Junkrat shouted loud enough for the whole cafeteria could hear.

Roadhog grabbed Rat’s throat. “Would you shut up!?”

Junkrat only laughed and shoved his motor-oil scented envelope towards your face. “For you, darl! Take it and run!”

“No! Take mine!” Hog offered his pink envelope to you.

You quietly took both envelopes. “Th-thank you.” You whispered.

You didn’t think in a hundred years both of your Junker crushes would pass you love notes on Valentine’s Day. And to think you had to choose one of them to offer your V-Day note. Now, this was your chance.

“Here.” You gave the Junkers two heart-shaped notes. Both, written in gold ink, said:

I like you. Do you like me too? –(Y/N)

All eyes were on you. You couldn’t take the attention anymore. You scampered out of the cafeteria before the Junkers could say anything.

“Looks like we didn’t need to fight at all.” Junkrat laughed. Both Rat and Hog flipped the hearts over. You left them your phone number and private e-mail address.

                                               *~*~*~*~*~*

 Present Day

Your Apartment. 2078. Valentine’s Day.

“You think we’re going to have another indoor date?” Junkrat asked as he set up a romantic dinner in the middle of the living room floor.

Roadhog sighed. “No, we’re going out.”

“Really?” Junkrat blew the fire out from the candlelit dinner. “You know our Quiet One is not quite the people person.”

Roadhog chuckled behind his mask. “Give it time.”

You came out to the living room wearing a long winter coat. The Junkers stared at you curiously.

“Ready to go?” You asked your boyfriends. Junkrat sauntered towards you.

“What you got under there, lovely?” He purred. You backed away from him with a smile.

“No peeking until we get to the bar.”

Junkrat whimpered. “Just a little pee—”

“To the door, Rat.” Hog barked.

“Fine, fine.” Junkrat opened the front door for you. You stopped midway. A faint burning scent danced around your nostrils.

“Rat, did you leave the oven on again?” You asked.

Junkrat giggled. “I forgot about my brownies. Give me a sec. I’ll meet you and Hog down at the parking lot.” Junkrat rushed to the kitchen, cackling.

You rolled your eyes and smiled. “I’m so glad he hasn’t burned down the apartment yet.” You sighed.

Roadhog gently grabbed your hand. “Me too. We don’t need another damn landlord suing him.”

                                        *~*~*~*~*~*

Some folks from Headquarters invited you and the Junkers to a couples’ night out at a Japanese karaoke bar. You always passed the place on your way to and fro from work. It wasn’t your kind of hangout, too noisy. However, it was going to be different since you had new friends along with you. 

“Oi, you’re here! You’re actually here!” Lena, also known as the famous Tracer, ran to you before you could say hi. “I know we don’t see each other much. Do you remember me?”

You shyly nodded. You’ve seen her frequently coming in and out of Winston’s office. She always needed some fixing with the complex piece strapped into her chest.

“Let me take you to the crew,” Lena said. She turned to the Junkers. “Do you mind?”

Roadhog waved his humongous hand. “No problem. Rat and I have to go to the restroom.”

“Do we?” Junkrat asked innocently. His face and hair were covered with soot. Apparently, he almost lost his battle saving his brownies from the oven. Roadhog silently dragged Rat to the little boys’ room.

You took a deep breath. This was your chance to be more social. You’ve been working for Overwatch for four years now. It’s about time to spread your social butterfly wings.

You’ve been watching your co-workers from afar. They’re great people. Thank God, it’s nothing like high school. Your first two years sucked big time. Fortunately, your GPA back then helped you graduate two years early.

You shook the awful, awkward high school memories out of your mind as Lena guided you through the raucous bar. Your stomach rumbled as you spotted a couple playfully feeding ramen to each other. You were definitely ordering a big bowl for yourself as you soon as you get settled.

“Here we are, love!” Lena pushed through a beaded curtain and lead inside a private VIP room. You first laid eyes upon a mysterious red-headed woman. She was in the middle of stuffing sushi into her mouth. She turned to you and waved. 

The cowboy McCree was sitting on a pile of lounge cushions. His arm was wrapped around a Japanese man you’ve seen every blue moon at Headquarters. McCree whispered something into the man’s ear, and the man burst out laughing, blushing too.

“Hello there,” McCree greeted. “It’s about time you came out of the fox’s den.”

Lena grabbed your hand and lead you closer to McCree. “(Y/N), you know McCree, right? This is his boyfriend, Hanzo.”

Hanzo cleared his throat. “Partner.” He shook your hand. “It’s a pleasure.”

“Partner? Really?” McCree whined as he pulled Hanzo back into the cushions. “We’re more than partners, Bud.”

“Hello.” Someone squeaked behind you. It was the redhead again. She was more gorgeous up close.

“Oh, how could I forget?” Lena groaned. “This is the love of my life, Emily!”

“Nice to meet you.” You said.

“You too,” Emily shook your hand. “Lena told me so much about you. How did you end up dating—”

“We have arrived!” Junkrat announced as he leaped into the room. He gave you a quick peck on the cheek. “Hello, love! Getting along with everybody, I hope?”

Roadhog soon followed and spotted the sumptuous Japanese cuisine displayed on the table. “Is this for me?” He sat down and started eating.

“My California rolls…” McCree groaned.

“Don’t worry, we’ll order more. It’s on me.” Lena chirped.

“You mean, it’s on Jack’s tab.” Emily corrected.

“It’s Valentine’s Day. He’ll understand!”

You giggled as you imagined Jack staring at his bank statement with confusion at the hefty bill from a karaoke bar.

You spotted a coat hanger behind you. It was getting hot. It was time you finally removed your coat. Roadhog rushed over to your side as if he read your mind.

“Let me.” He said. You watched his large fingers as he helped you out of your coat. You heard him gasp. Luckily, no one else heard it.

“What’s wrong?” You turned to him and smiled. You stood before your surprised lover wearing a tight sangria-colored turtleneck dress. You wanted to wear something sensual but nothing too risqué.

“Hooley Dooley.” Junkrat gasped behind you.

You pretended it was nothing and shrugged your shoulders. “It’s just a simple dress. I had it in my closet for a while. You haven’t noticed?”

Honestly, you ordered the dress online a week ago. Many reviewers said wearing the dress gave them more attention from their lovers. Some even got laid for it. You had no plans for sex (yet), but you did have in mind a little extra friskiness from the Junkers.

“Where’s the karaoke machine?” You asked, trying to break the Junkers’ attention away from you for a second.

“It’s in the next room,” Emily said.

You tiptoed over to the conjoining room and moved the beaded curtain aside. A microphone stood in a center surrounded by more lounge cushions. A tiny mini bar stood in a corner. A J-Pop band danced on the television with the English lyrics appearing on the bottom of the screen.

“Do you sing, (Y/N)?” Lena asked you.

“I’ll try.” You replied.

Behind Lena, you noticed the Junkers were still gawking at you. You gave them a flirty wink, and they acted like they were going to keel over.

The Junkers were overall pleased you were willing to go out and open yourself to more people. They’ve never seen such progress since the three of you started dating two years ago.  They watched you proudly as you shared your adventure stories traveling with Winston around the world.

You spoke little Japanese to Hanzo (which was a big surprise). You were stationed in Osaka for four months for a scientific expedition. You had to learn the basics to get around.

                                          *~*~*~*~*~*

 After the night was over, Roadhog carried your sleepy self to the bedroom. It was 2:32am. You were tired as all get out. Surprisingly, Junkrat was still full of energy, even though he had too many sake bombs to drink.

“Let’s sing another song!” Junkrat begged Roadhog.

“Shh!” Hog covered Rat’s entire face with his hand. “(Y/N) is tired.”

You only moaned and rolled around on the bed. “Could one of you guys tuck me in?” You asked the Junkers. “One of you can take the dress off.”

Junkrat let out a high-pitched gasp. You chuckled. Where did the heck did that noise come from?

Junkrat hopped into the bed with you and roamed his hands all over your body. “Come here, darl!”

“No, Rat, I get to do it!” Roadhog yelled as he yanked the Rat out of the bed. You could only laugh as the two argued over you and pulled on your dress.

What a way to end Valentine’s Day and a new chapter to your budding social life.

                                                      END

[hot-mic-imagines]

How would Ichiro react to finding out that his childhood friend is in love with him and still does?

In short, a mess.

Ichiro finds out that his childhood friend are in love with him

    Ichiro just heard something that he shouldn't have. He was just worried because he had heard you fighting over the phone with a friend, so he just wanted to make sure you were ok. He wasn't prepared for what he heard.

    You… You like him? For how long??!! You are arguing with your friend because you didn't confess yet! ‘HOW MANY YEARS AGAIN??’ Oh boy. He just silencely went back to his room and threw himself in the bed. He couldn't stop thinking about it. He threw his hands at his face of how stupid he was. Even his brothers asked if you both were dating! And Ichiro went like: Best friends forever. Oh god. ‘THAT LAST VALENTINE’S CHOCOLATE.’ You gave his brothers too but his was espacial and more thorough being his favourite anime character drawn in it like a chibi. ‘A CHIBI WITH LITTLE BOMBOM HEARTS. HOW I CAN BE SO DUMB?!’

    And then, he started thinking about...you. How you can be in love with somene so dumb? While you… well, it’s not like he thinks of you that way, but… you are so cool, and pretty; and he can talk to you about anything and he would never get bored, even when it’s not anime-related… You should date a guy with a good job like the last one that asked you out. What happened to him? ‘Oh, I scared him out, didn't I?’ He didn't know why he did that, that dude was nice. Lately, he even started to get possessive over you with his brothers. Jiro asking for help with his homework, Saburo wanted to show you his latest game… So Ichiro just took you to his room with the excuse that they were fighting, so they dont going to get it. ‘I’m getting dumber each day’.

    He passed his hands through his face to try to calm him down, and then touched it. His lips. He was smiling. And then he got it, he was happy because you said you liked him. Ah, so he was being stupid with a reason, kinda... He just wanted to hug you so hard. And cuddle. And… not too fast. ‘I need to be a man! It’s my turn to tell it!’

    -Ichiro-. You told him when you entered the room-. You okay? 

    -I… well, mmm-. He didn't see you coming, but there was no coming back-. I have to tell you something...

[arobandhan]

valentines day

hope you enjoy! I love you so much my little valentines baby xx @balenciagastones

It was finally the day. It was Valentines Day. 

This year with lockdown they really couldn’t do anything fancy to celebrate and it brought Hannah down a bit but Alex was going to make sure his girl was going to enjoy her favorite holiday. 

Alex woke up before she did, sliding out of the bed to make sure he didn’t wake the sleeping girl. 

He headed downstairs to make some breakfast to take up to her. He began with making her usual, an iced coffee, as well as made a cheese bagel for her. He then cut up some strawberries since they looked like hearts to him. 

His sister caught him when she came downstairs and began giggling at what he was doing. 

“She’s got you whipped,” he glared at her when she came to pinch his cheeks, “its cute tho.” she finished before beginning to make her own breakfast. 

He grabbed the plate of food and the coffee and headed back up the stairs to wake his still sleeping girlfriend. He placed the food and beverage on the nigh stand before sitting on the bed next to her. 

He began to brush the hair that was in her face away and admired her beauty. He was so so in love with her and everything she did, even in her sleep. 

He leaned forward and began pressing kisses on her cheek to wake her up. She began stirring and eventually slowly opened her eyes, she smiled when she saw her boyfriend smiling above her. 

“Morning bubba.” she said in her sleepy voice and Alex’s heart melted. 

“Morning bug, happy valentines day.” he said leaning down to kiss her which she greatly welcomed. 

“Mmm happy valentines day.” she whispered against his lips. 

“I made you some breakfast.” she looked at him grab the stuff her brought up for her and she sat up blushing at how cute he was.

“Breakfast in bed?” she said as she sat up, “are you trying to get some tonight?” she winked jokingly making him chuckle. 

“Nooo i just wanna treat my angel.” he said as he handed her her coffee which she gladly took and began to drink, he snatched some of the strawberries he cut which she then began to feed to him. 

Between the two of them they finished the fruit and she ate her cheese bagel and was just about done with her coffee, the two ate in silence just enjoying each others company.

“I know i said that i hated that we couldn’t do anything for valentines but now all i wanna do is lay in bed with you all day.” Hannah said breaking the silence. 

Alex chuckled and responded, “We can do that if you want bug, we can watch romantic movies all day and cuddle.” she nodded nuzzling herself into his side, “But before we start that i have something for you.” 

“Babbeee you didn’t have to get me anything!” she pouted. 

“Ofcourse i got you something, like i said earlier i wanna treat my girl.” 

“But tomorrow’s my birthday so you dont have to get me anything for today!” she exclaimed. 

“Who said i didn’t get you a ton more for tomorrow.” he winked, making her groan and roll her eyes playfully at her boyfriend who loved to spoil her even when she protested that he didn’t have to. 

He leaned over and pulled something out from under the bed. A little red colored back with her name written in his cute handwriting along with a drawn heart that was slightly uneven. 

He smiled and handed it to her. She pecked his lips whispering a ‘thank you’ before looking inside. 

Inside the bag was a bunch of heart shaped cherry lollipops which she gasped at making him laugh as she immediately pulled one out and placed it next to her saying it was for later. Then she saw a little box inside and pulled it out. She opened it and inside she saw a gold adjustable plate bracelet with a date on it, their anniversary date. 

She began to tear up and looked at him lovingly. 

“Oh my god Alex i love it! Its gorgeous thank you so much baby!” she exclaimed crashing her lips on his. 

“Im so glad you like it bug let me put it on you.” he smiled when she pulled away. He places the bracelet around her wrist and adjusted it so it fit. When he finished she kissed him on the lips numerous times. 

“I love you so much thank you.” 

“I love you so much more bug.” he said kissing her once more. 

Eventually they settled down into each other, Hannah cuddled into Alex’s side as he began to play different romcoms. 

They paid attention to the screen pretty well throughout the day, only taking breaks to use the bathroom, eat the chinese they ordered, and of course the occasional makeout session that occurred when they were feeling touchy. 

They eventually moved on from romcoms and began watching disney films. They were watching, you guessed it, Ratatouille when Hannah finally decided to open up one of the cherry lollipops she got. 

That was when Alex got fully distracted. The sound of her licking and sucking on it was getting him riled up and she was oblivious to it all. He knew that if she watched her carry on that he would lose control so he looked over at the clock and it read a quarter til 11 pm meaning it was closer to her birthday and what did that mean? Birthday sex. 

He leaned his head down and began placing ‘innocent’ kisses on her neck making her stop her from eating her lollipop as she became too distracted by the feeling of her boyfriend turning her on with his lips. 

“Baby.” she whimpered and he hummed against her skin as his kisses got sloppier and sloppier. 

He stopped and looked at her in the eyes and they both knew what they wanted. 

“Valentines and almost birthday sex?” he suggested, smirking. 

She laughed and nodded, sitting up and moving herself to sit on her knees, taking the shirt she had on of his to show the new little set she got and snuck to put on during one of their bathroom breaks. 

“This was your valentines gift from me.” 

“Yeah this is my new favorite holiday.” he said leaning into her to kiss her but she stopped him right before he did to make a joke. 

“Just make sure to wrap it up babe, we dont need anymore scorpios.” she giggled to which he rolled his eyes at before smashing his lips on to hers. 

[mirrorballparkers]

gentle; p.p.

authors note: this is my gift to @akaspiderman who was my lovely valentine this year, hope you enjoy love :) (i suck this probably won’t get any notes but my head hurts i wrote this on no sleep and an empty stomach)

warnings: bad writing + peter being cute and confused

words: 1087

summary: maybe he had no clue at all what a braid was, but all he knew is that being close to you was all he wanted.

_

peter parker was absolutely enthralled  by you. 

if anything, peter was absolutely fascinated by the many things you could do with your hair. peter loved your hair so much, and always found himself playing with a few strands or running his hands through your hair. whenever you felt stressed or sad, besides hugging, peter would run his hands through your hair as you laid your head on his lap. you LOVED it, and so did he.

  it was like a painting to him, an abstract painting come to life — so stunning and warm and captivating, he never hesitated to ask how you did it. how you looked so ethereal.

“it’s just my hair in a messy bun, pete.” you would tell him, not getting why he was so intrigued by something so simple as a bun tied up in a pink scrunchie. he loved when you put your hair in scrunches — it was so..you. your hair was apart of you, when peter thought of you, the things he adored and loved, the first thing he thought of was your hair. your pretty hair.

“yeah, but HOW do u do that?! it looks so hard.”

“but it isn’t, dork.” you’d reply, kissing his nose, which caused his cheeks to turn a soft pink color. you loved this because it was very rare that he would be the one that was blushing.

whenever he’d see you at school, or if you guys had a date, the first thing he’d notice was your hair. and, of course, he’d mention it — because the cutie was curious.

“hey, did you do something different with your hair? i-i really like it.” he would ask, as he greets you by your locker with one of his famous warm hugs that you yearned oh-so much.

“i didn’t do much, it’s just in a braid. but thank you, pete.”

“just a braid? it is so cool! and really pretty! wow.” you could literally see a twinkle in his pretty brown eyes and it makes ur heart melt every single time; he had this sense of wonder, his coffee colored eyes seeping into your skin. you felt peaceful looking into his eyes; you only ever wanted to look at peter.

you were fresh out of the shower, hair still slightly damp, dripping onto the carpet as you air dry it with a towel. peter looks at you with the prettiest of brown eyes, reminding you of only good things, and asks you shyly, “hey, um, why don’t you let me do that?”

you froze; looking over at peter who was sitting on your bed patiently, biting his lip, quite possibly too hard. “huh?” you knew what he meant, you just had to hear it again.

“y-you have pretty hair. i want to maybe help you out and try to brush it for you, if that’s okay, if not then, like, go ahead,” peter rambles, his trembling hands reaching towards your face to remove a strand that was too perfect, the pink hue on his cheek becoming more visible making his infinitesimal amount freckles stand out.

like miniature stars; beautiful. you thought.

maybe he wanted to be close to you, to keep you from all the bad in the world. all peter knew, was that he wanted you.

if anything, you thought your hair was pretty average, and a headache sometimes because it was really frizzy, and overbearing. it never stayed in the same place, never looked the way you wanted it to. it was always the first thing that you noticed, how some strands just wouldn’t get out of your face; luckily, sweet boy peter was always there to help with that.

but, the fact that peter noticed the small things, like if you wore your hair a different way or even put a headband on, it made butterflies form inside of you; which you got pretty much every single moment with peter benjamin parker.

“sure, pete. go for it.” you’d giggle , which makes him get super giddy and happy. and you loved when peter was happy. you made him happy. happier than a plant who was getting nurtured with water, happier than a puppy on a warm summer day walking through central parker; just happy.

“awesome! thanks, cutie.” he’d kiss your cheek, pattimg a spot in front of him for you to

you’d hand him your brush and he’d immediately froze, not knowing what to do. he knew he should’ve watched more tutorials on youtube.

“go ahead and brush, pete.” you wanted to make sure that you saidbthis in the mist assuring voice, because you wanted peter to feel comfortable. it was one of the easiest things ever but, of course, baby pete was just confused. so confused.

peter was delicate, treating your hair as if it was a intricate flower that was gentle and sweet, just like you. so dainty and light; he wanted to wrap you up in his arms forever and protect you.

the pretty boy had one of his hands on your shoulder: just to let you know he’s there, while the other was carefully brushing it. barely brushing it was more like it. he couldn’t help that he was so nervous, so he tried to be as attentive and chary as possible so he wouldn’t hurt you. you tried so hard not to giggle at the fact that peter was hardly even touching your hair. but you’d assure the adorable boy that it’s not going to hurt you, and this made him sigh with the upmost relief.

“oh, okay good. i dont want to, like, rip all your hair out.”

“not possible, peter.”

“oh, thank goodness.” such a sweet baby boy.

he’d purse his lips as he would figure out how to do a simple braid. “whatcha doing, pete?” you’d ask as your eyes were still closed.

it had already been, like, twenty minutes

within those twenty minutes you even got to make cute drawings on a notepad. one of them was a poorly drawn sketch of a cat with flowers. the other was of peter. he would never, ever see it.

“i wanna do a braid because those look the prettiest on you!“ he’d answer as he bites the insides of his cheeks.

you’d blush, because, well you always did when pete called you cute names like that. it was evident peter would make you blush, especially being so close and intimate at the moment. in the best way possible, you couldn’t breathe.

you always felt like your braids were sloppy and only had them whenever you didn’t feel like doing your hair.

peter thought you looked stunning with any hairstyle — but this was his all time favorite.so soft, he thought as his hands tremble as he begins to run them through your soft locks, smiling to himself as he heard a gentle and relaxed sigh escape your lips.

eventually, after many reassurances from you, he got the hang of it, and was actually brushing your hair. you gently guide him through it, explaining how to separate three pieces and put one over the other; easier said than done, of course. but you were ever so patient with him. always were.

your recently tense body was now slowly at ease, each brush was airy and soft, loving the touch of peters hand on your shoulder and the soft pad of his thumb rubbing little circles around it.  you closed your eyes, going into a warm daze of wonder and love; you were so in love, so content and halcyon.

it was as if you were in another world: just you two. nobody else. you didn’t need anybody else to feel this state of euphoria and tranquility. all you had to do was be near peter, and you felt happy and relaxed. nothing but flowers and pretty butterflies surrounding your little world with him.

“deep in thought, babe?” peter inquired, his hands still running through your curls.

“mm, guess so,” you breathed. sometimes it was easy to breathe around peter, sometimes it was absolutely impossible.

“you’re so pretty,” peter whispers, his heart flutters as he moves closer to you, pressing his lips against your warm cheek. “so, so pretty. and your hair is pretty.”

“you’re prettier.” your eyes were still closed. you knew that if you opened them it would still be like a fairytale, but right now you just wanted them closed. his voice was so poetic and calming.

after a few more minutes, and quick cheek kisses, peter sighs with exhaustion and relief, “done!” he was nervous. so nervous. his hands were cramping as he sets the brush down, letting out a loud sigh. okay, so, maybe he was a little dramatic. but he wanted it to look perfect. you were already perfect to him, though.

you smile gently before thanking him as he helps you up. you walk over to your mirror across the bedroom, your hands holding what was seemingly supposed to be a braid. you couldn’t lie, it was pretty good for peter’s first try. god, was he the sweetest? you could see the worrisome in his eyes looking in the mirror, swore he was the prettiest sight.

“the youtube tutorials told me that i start from the top, you know,” you turn around, hand still holding on to the braid, furrowing your eyebrows at the freckled boy in front of you.

“i-i have been wanting to do this for a while,” peter continued, getting up from your bed, fiddling with his thumbs as he looked directly at you. always had to look at his girl.

“you,” you breathed, smiling wide at him, blushing as the butterflies induced, “you looked up tutorials?”

peter scrunches up his nose, a nervous giggle escapes from his pink colored lips, “kind of. i just felt like maybe you’d find it easier if i helped you. and from what it looks like, i didn’t do too bad, no?” he joked, his shaky hand reaching towards yours, slowly lacing your fingers; very slow, because he wanted to feel, hebwanted to feel the sparkles and light in his chest, the flowers growing around him whenever he touched you.

there you go, having a hard time breathing again, “you’re too sweet, you know that?” your eyes fluttered.

peter smiles; so much that his cheeks were hurting. blushing, his free hand brushing strands out of your face, “i had to leave out a few little strands. you know it’s my favorite.” you were his favorite.

“hey, i love you.” his voice was promising and kind, thumb rubbing the apples of your cheeks.

“i love you too.” you tried to get rid of the butterflies, the poetic feeling; but it was impossible.

“i love you so much. so much.” he breathed. each sentence made you believe him more and more.

“i know, pete. i know.”

you melted in the palm of his hand, eyes never focusing on anything else but his own baby browns. you erased the whole concept of feeling like you were in a fairytale when you closed your eyes; with peter, you always felt like you were in a fairytale. and it was wonderous.

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tagging: @plushparker @cutesparker @t-oodles @lovelyspidey @hollandroos @curlytoms @peterplanet @naturallytom @spiiderman @akaspiderman @dorkpeter

[retro-rezz-the-est]

Opposites Attract pt. 1 (Balor/Reader)

Summary: Reader is Balor’s complete opposite, and yet he finds himself drawn to her gentle and angelic behavior. He takes her back to his kingdom one night and discovers that she’s not as innocent as she claims to be.

(A/N: Happy Valentine’s Day to you all! I hope you all have found love on this day in any form it may be in. And if not, I hope that this will bring some into your life ^^. There will be a second part to this and yes, it will include smut XD)

(Y/n): your name

Bolded text is Balor speaking.

Finn could feel Balor’s jealousy begin to flow through his veins as he watched Drew approach your table, Dolph flanking his left side. You were absorbed in your conversation with Natalya and Alicia before the Scottish man’s large hand slammed down harshly onto the table, startling the three of you and drawing your eyes to his own lingering ones.

“Hello, (Y/n),” he breathed, his gaze raking down chest in your sleeveless RAW tee. Finn could see how uncomfortable you where, noting how your arms gave way to slight shakes and how you began to scratch at your palm.

“H-Heya, Drew,” you said as you moved your chair back slightly. His dominating aura was not what you expected to encounter that Monday, especially so early in the afternoon. Glancing at the two women next to you, you could see their eyes narrow and twitch in the direction of the Scotsman and his blonde friend. For once, you thanked them for how protective of you they were.

You gave him a meek wave and brushed some hair in front of your face to hide yourself from his stare, but he wouldn’t budge. Instead, he pulled up his own chair, spinning it around and throwing himself down onto it without breaking eye contact. Alicia’s grip on your thigh tightened as a sly grin made its way onto his face, and you could feel the tension between your two girls and him grow immensely.

Drew’s breath reeked of stale beer, and you wondered about how far you could lean back before the chair you sat in gave out and you fell on your ass. He leaned forward and raised his eyebrows at the three of you, making a show out of glancing at your disgusted faces.

He turned his attention to you and asked, “Say, (Y/n), why don’t you an’ I get th’ hell outta here with me an’ Dolph over here and go have some real fun? Just th’ three of us.”

He tried to make a move towards you but you moved away, attempting to hide yourself inside your shirt. The two men gave a roar of laughter at your meekness and sighed, your hold on Alicia’s wrist slipping.

At last, her anger burst through the folds. “Listen here, you drunk motherfu-”

“I think that’s enough outta you, McIntyre.”

The five of you went silent as a hand fell onto the Scot’s shoulder and turned him around. There stood an angry Finn, eyebrows furrowed with rage and veins almost bursting out of his biceps. His aura spread across the entire room, rendering everyone else to their metaphorical knees.

Dolph, being the brave but stupid foot soldier that he is, felt the need to step up to the angry Irishman and poke his finger into his chest. “Oh yeah? What are you, of all people, gonna do about it?”

Lashing his own hand out, he pulled the blonde’s arm away from him and gripped his wrist tight. The twist he gave his arm made him scream out in pain, his face being slammed into the table. The shock made you, Alicia, and Nattie jump out of fear and surprise.

“That’s what I’m gonna do about it,” he uttered in a cold voice. “Now, get him and yourself outta here before I do some real damage.”

He released Ziggler’s arm and stepped back, allowing him to stand back up and lead Drew out of catering before throwing a nasty look his way. As soon as the duo was gone, he pivoted and overlooked the three of you. “Are you all alright?”

“Yeah, we’re fine,” Nattie answered, taking a hold of one of your shaking hands. “Thanks for coming when you did. I don’t know what I would’ve done if you weren’t here.”

Alicia pouted, crossing her arms and huffing. “I know what I would have done. I would have punched him and Dolph in their smug faces.”

“Oh, you would so do that,” Nattie teased, getting up and brushing off her legs. The two of them said their goodbyes to both you and Finn and kissed your forehead, waving as they headed to their locker rooms to change. It felt like hours had gone by when they left until he cleared his throat, garnering your attention.

“Are you okay, (Y/n)? They didn’t hurt ya in any way, did they?”

You were quick to shoot down his second question, shaking your head rapidly as your hair swished in front of your face. “No, I’m fine. Thanks for asking.”

He continued to stand there for a few moments until he said, “I could walk ya to your locker room, if ya want.”

You could see him scratch at the nape of his neck and blush like a teenager, and that made you do the same. Getting up, you pushed in your chair and shuffled to the door, glancing behind you and giving him the signal to follow you. The two of you exited the room and you cradled your elbow in your free hand as he followed closely behind.

As the two of you made your way to the door with your name marked onto it, you stopped and felt his presence radiating from behind you. You turned and looked up at him, your eyes soft and gentle.

“Thanks again for walking me here, Finn,” you whispered, reaching up and and twirling a strand of your hair around your finger. The coloring in your cheeks didn’t seem to want to cease, and you were desperate for an exit.

He brushed a hand over his face, replying, “Don’t mention it, (Y/n). Just didn’t want anyone else coming onto ya like Drew did.”

Ask her out, you fool.

“Shut it before I lock you out again.”

You peered up at him, asking, “Where you talking to me?”

He chuckled nervously, running a hand through his beard again as he commented, “Not at all, darling. I’m just gonna head back and watch the rest of the show. I’ll see ya around (Y/n).”

And with that, he spun around and began walking back to catering, leaving you stunned.

He… he called me “darling”…

He waited for you near the curtain as you walked up the ramp after your win against Sarah Logan. You could feel the adrenaline running through your veins when you passed the curtain, but as soon as you saw him, it all ran ice cold. The feeling of him brushing against your arm sent goosebumps flying across the flesh.

“(Y/n)! I was hoping to catch you here.”

You couldn’t stop the stutter in your voice as you spoke. “Y’Yeah, Finn. What’d you n-need?”

“I wanted to ask you… uh….” The words just wouldn’t come out of his mouth, even though he had practiced them right after he had left you at your locker room. “I wanted to… to know if you-”

Oh for fuck’s sake, you poor, stuttering fool. Move aside.

The shudder that zapped into his body didn’t go unnoticed by you, and you saw the blacks of his pupils absorb the blues and whites of his eyes, leaving behind inky pools of dark. His back straightened and he straightened the “Balor Club Worldwide” tee that he was wearing.

Carding his fingers together, he said, “I wanted to know if you were free this weekend. I wanted to take you out to eat. Will you join me?”

Something took over your body and through his bluntness, you nodded and he smirked.

“That’s great, (Y/n). I’ll meet you at your place. Text me the address, will you?”

He walked away directly after, leaving you stunned for the second time in a row that night, and then reality walked into your mind and hit you with a sack of bricks.

“I have a fucking date with… holy shit!” you exclaimed, rushing as fast as you could back to your locker room to grab your things and head out for the night.

The following Saturday, you paced anxiously in front of your apartment door as you waited for him to arrive, running your hands through your hair another time. Trying to heed your friends’ advice was difficult as is, but you weren’t going on a date with just anybody. This was Finn Balor: a man that exuded confidence and sexual prowess with every step. And with Balor inside of his body...

Your fingers continued to pick at the cuffs of your white off-the-shoulder top and your thoughts continued to roam down a narrow path.

You were just… you. You were nothing special, especially compared to someone like him. The majority of your dates seemed to make fun of your apparent shy and good-hearted nature, and you weren’t sure it you could handle that coming from the man who held your heart in his hands.

You’ll be fine, you thought, looking at your phone. He should be here soon. He might be your complete, utter opposite but that’s ok. Doesn’t that trope always work out on TV?

A knock on your door pulled you away from your head and you picked at your black leggings, giving yourself a quick look in a nearby mirror before slipping on a pair of flats. Opening the door slowly, there stood the man himself, clad in a black and red silk suit jacket and some black dress pants. The first few buttons of his crisp white dress shirt where unbuttoned, and in that moment you felt severely under-dressed.

Looking down at your choice of attire, you uttered, “Y-You told me to dress casually for tonight, but I can go back upstairs and change into something more fancy if we’re going someplace nicer than what I pictured. Not that you’re gonna take me anywhere gross, because I know you have standards and oh God, now I’m rambling and I sound like a complete fo-”

You felt a finger press to your lips gently. Removing it, he used it to then lift your chin and look you in the eye with his cold, but comforting lighter ones.

“You don’t have to change for anything, sweetheart,” he spoke, his breath fanning out across your face. “This is fine for now. Everything will be taken care of when we get there.”

You didn’t realize how close he was until he was leaning down to look at you, and you took a moment to gaze over the softness in his face and the slight redness flushing his cheeks, paired with those perfectly shaped lips of his…

“Wait, where are we going? You never specified.”

A laugh was heard as he placed two finger against your temple. “You’ll find out soon enough. After all, you did want to get to know me better.”

A wave of nauseousness rolled over you as you felt your legs buckle underneath you. Your vision soon grew blurrier and blurrier, and the sounds around you became more warbled and joined together. Before the darkness claimed you, you felt a soft pair of arms wrap around your torso and hold you close to a solid chest. You peered up at Finn’s face to see twin black eyes staring directly back at you. A grin slid onto his face and he let out a small chuckle.

“This is going to be a very interesting night,” he spoke, the tone of his voice echoing in your ear as you faded to black…

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...until you abruptly woke up, sputtering out a gasp and holding your chest. Wiping the sweat from your forehead with your hand, you looked down to see your clothes and your shoes still on. But, a closer look around the room proved that you were not anywhere you knew.

The bedroom around you contained various shades of grey, black, and red, including some of the most lavish items you’d ever seen. You splayed your fingers out onto the soft sheets below and held them, turning around to see the vast seat of pillows behind you.

Where am I? you wondered as you slid from the wine colored bedspread, your feet softly hitting the grey carpet below you. Another quick look around the room led you to one of the chairs near the door, a long black and red dress hanging from its back. Attached to the seat was a note and you gingerly unfolded it, taking in a breath at the name on the bottom.

Dearest (Y/n),

I’m sorry that I made you black out earlier in your apartment. The way to my home isn’t… conventional, so I had to shield you from it.I hope you can forgive me. I can assure you nothing happened to you during the time from your apartment to now. You have my word.

Along the sides of this chair lies an new ensemble for you to wear for dinner tonight. Don’t worry, everything is in your size. I got a little help from a few of your friends. Please join me downstairs whenever you are ready. I can’t wait to see where the night takes us, darling.

Yours truly, Balor

The note fluttered out of your hands and onto the ground as you felt your head start to spin. “Well, that explains the black eyes… and me passing out…” you mumbled, glancing at the chair draped over the ornate wooden seat. Lifting it revealed it to be a floor length blood red gown with a sheer black lace top, complete with a black belt holding the two to each other. Underneath the chair was a pair of sleek black heels, and you wondered how much all of this costed him.

Thank God for strapless bras, you thought, slipping off your shirt and out of you leggings and folding them. Placing them on the bed behind you, you unzipped the back of the dress and slid it on. The lace was surprisingly soft against the skin of your arms, and the dress itself fit perfectly. The shoes did as well, moving them from underneath the chair and sitting back down on the bed to put them on. A large floor-to-ceiling mirror was placed conveniently next to you, and you hesitate to take a look at yourself.

You looked… good. You felt good. All your best features were shown, and you loved it. You felt sexy, powerful, and ready to take on the man waiting for you downstairs.

You felt dominant.

Spinning around to get another angle, you said, “Never thought this would be the thing to make me feel this way but hey, I’ll take it.”

With a quick drag of your fingers through your hair, you left the room, the soft clacking of the heels echoed throughout the dark and empty hallway as you stepped outside. Suddenly, the candles lining the walls around you came to life, giving the area a surprisingly soft glow. As you started your voyage to the stairs, you dragged your fingertips along the carvings of the dark oak walls near you and the shining silver candelabras that held the lights.

“Ah, you’re finally here. I was beginning to worry.”

The deep voice drew your head towards the bottom of the stairs and you saw him, still clad in the suit from earlier. You could feel the blood rush to your cheeks as you slowly walked down to Balor and his eyes roamed down your body. Taking the hand he outstretched to you, you looked away from his lingering gaze and the two of you made your way to the dining room. He could see your fascination with his home, and loved how wide your eyes got when you saw something you liked on the walls.

Finally, a large wooden door opened to reveal his dining area, complete with a long black marble table that held even more candles, a bouquet of roses near one of the seats, plates of food, and two glasses of red wine ready for you.

He squeezed your hand and pointed up, directing you to the glass roof that exposed the most clear night sky you’ve ever had the beauty of seeing. You felt your mouth open slightly as you gasped and saw the millions of stars shine above you.

His hand grazed your jaw, and you turned to face him. “The stars in the sky tonight don’t even shine half as bright as you do, my dear,” he murmured, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “And close your mouth, (Y/n). You might catch flies.”

He chuckled at his little jab and moved towards the head of the table, you wiping your now sweaty palms on the sides of your gown. Pulling out the chair next to him, you sat down and looked down at your lap, the emptiness of the room seeming to seep into your skin.

“So, it is true. Was he okay with it?”

He raised his eyebrow. “What’s true, darling?”

Lifting your hands, you gestured towards Balor and the midnight pools that were his eyes. His posture was too straight, his actions too flirty. This was Balor: a manipulator at heart and a piece of the man you loved. The man before you grinned slyly, placing his elbows on the table and leaning forward.

“Yes, it’s true, and he’s fine with me taking the wheels for our little get-together tonight. We are very much alike, him and I.”

Your chair suddenly scooched forward and you were face to face with him, the look in his eyes a mischievous one. “But, unlike him, I had the balls to ask you out first.”

Another faint gasp left your lips and he began to roar with laughter. “What, you actually believed he planned all of this? Please, you’re in my kingdom now, (Y/n).”

His smile seemed to stretch for miles, his blinding white teeth looking as if they were growing and becoming sharper. You don’t know why but him looking at you in such a manner made your core wet, causing you to squirm in your seat. The room soon fell quiet after a few moments until a loud growling came from your stomach, your face growing as hot as the candles around you.

“Eat, dear,” he said, the smell of the food in front of you now too enticing to ignore. “We can continue our conversations as the night goes on. After all, I do want to get to know you better.”

And talk you did. In between bites of food and sips of wine, you shared small stories about yourself and your interests, throwing some things about your personal life as well. Throughout it, Balor said very few words - only commenting a few times - but was very attentive to the little movements you made while you spoke of your home.

He noticed how your shoulders would vibrate with energy as you talked about subjects you loved, and how your eyebrows furrowed when discussing topics that gave you distaste. He saw you eyes sparkle when you began speaking about your family and how you got to the WWE. You were too into your thoughts, but he listened to you and saw the little things.

And all of those little things made his cold heart a little bit warmer.

Time seemed to slow down in the dining room as the two of you continued to chat, laughter and jabs pouring out of you both. Over time, your hand drifted onto and across the table, slipping into one of his free ones. Balor closed his hand around your much smaller one and looked up, seeing how worked up and buoyant you became.

At that moment, a loud chime was heard from down the hall and you stopped mid-sentence. Looking up at the ceiling, you were able to see the stars much more clearly. They seemed to shine even more like celestial diamonds as you rose from your seat, removing your hand from Balor’s soft hold and clasping them together.

Glancing at the door, you asked, “The clock chime… what did it mean? How long have we been in here?”

He snapped his fingers and the dishes and the decor that littered the table was gone, save for a single red rose in front of your chair. “Oh, that? That means that it’s midnight, darling.”

“Midnight?! I didn’t realize we were talking for so long!”

You placed a hand to your chest and felt your heart beat faster, turning your head to face him. He picked up the rose from the table and placed it behind your ear before moving his hand to caress your jaw.

“There, there, sweetheart. The conversations we had were an amazing way to pass the time. They only made me fall for you even harder than before.”

He wrapped an arm around your waist as he dragged the tips of his fingers along the grooves of the lace on your dress. Leaning forward, you caught a whiff of a smell that was undeniably his and felt his lips press against your forehead, his beard brushing against your nose and cheek.

“There’s a choice to make here, (Y/n). I won’t force you to stay, but I would love to continue this little rendezvous of ours,” he whispered against your temple, pulling you close. “Would you like to stay the night with me?”

Throughout the entirety of your dinner, you could feel a voice pounding at the back of your head. You had silenced it before but now it was getting louder, almost as if it was screaming through a megaphone connected to a billion speakers.

Take him.

Claim his heart just as he claimed yours.

Make him yours.

Show him how much you care for him.

Make him beg for you.

Show him who’s in charge.

Dominate him.

Stay. The. Night.

You slid your hands up his chest and gripped the lapels of his twin colored suit jacket. You could feel a newfound surge of confidence roll through your body like a wave, and you could see his shock as your eyes grew dark with lust.

“You got yourself a deal, Balor. I’ll stay the night. Let’s see where this ‘rendezvous’ takes us now.”

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