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Bucky Barnes x reader - (Un)Happy Independence Day

The sound of firing guns rang in Bucky’s ears as he ran across the field, occasionally ducking into the yellowed grass and firing his own weapon. Small explosions of dirt from the enemy’s active assault sprayed across his army green uniform, filling his nose with the musky and spicy smells of the earth and gunpowder. His commanding officer shouted commands which were barely audible over the ringing in his ears. 

Looking to the side, Bucky watched as one of his fellow soldiers was shot down. His eyes widened and heart raced as he began to panic. Never once since he enlisted had Bucky regretted joining the army, but now he was beginning to. He could have been home, relaxing and reading a book, or hanging out with his best friend Steve Rogers, maybe he could have been going out on a nice date with a beautiful girl, but no, he chose to join the front lines and potentially lose his life for his country.

As Bucky quickly got on his knees, firing his gun, a large wave of pain flowed from his chest. He had been hit by an enemy bullet. ‘No,’ he thought, lying on the ground as his vision began to fade, ‘It can’t end here. Steve, I’m sorry..’ Everything went black but lit up again just as quickly. Bucky looked around, trying to recognise his surroundings. 

To his horror he finally did.

Bucky Barnes was back in a Hydra Headquarters, strapped into that cursed machine while scientists read words from a book. His head hurt so much and his chest felt like it was on fire as he struggled against his bindings, screaming in agony. His feet slammed against the metal footrest and he shut his eyes, wanting to wake up from this horrible nightmare.

BANG BANG BANG

“Bucky?? Are you okay?? Open the door!”

The winter soldier opened his eyes, falling off of the bed as he woke up. He was back in his room in the Avengers’ tower, his dark gray sheets around him and disconnected from the rest of the bed. From outside, he could hear the sounds of fireworks being shot into the sky by some of the neighbors. The knocking on the door just added to the unwanted noise as the voice of Steve Rogers commanded F.R.I.D.A.Y. do unlock the door and let him in. 

He then entered the room and rushed to Bucky’s side. “Hey, are you okay, I heard you crying out in your sleep.” Steve said, his hand squeezing his best friend’s shoulder in a comforting manner. He then realized what was going on. “Was it the fireworks?” Bucky was shaking underneath his wrinkled sheets and didn’t respond. He was too afraid to speak, even to act because he didn’t know what he would do out of pure instinct. 

“The war is over, Bucky, and Hydra isn’t going to get you. You don’t have to worry anymore. I’m here. You’re safe.” Bucky wanted to believe those words, and for the most part he did, however his time behind enemy lines had messed him up. The sound of fireworks that he used to run toward as a child he now backed away from, as he remembered the sounds of battle and visions of fallen soldiers filled his mind. Bucky didn’t want to seem weak, but here he was about to cry like a child over fireworks of all things. He used to love this time of year, but now he could only stay in his room and pray for it to be over for the next few days.

“Do you want to talk about your dream, Buck?” Asked Steve, looking worriedly at his friend who shook his head. “I.. I don’t feel well. I think I’m just going to try and sleep again and skip the celebration tomorrow.” Steve was saddened by this. Sure, he wanted his friend to be okay, but he really wanted to spend Independence Day with him as well. “All right. You know where I am if you need me.” Steve gave Bucky a tight hug before exiting the room, leaving Bucky alone with the sounds of distant fireworks. 

The next day, the Avengers’ Tower was alive with the hustle and bustle of the Fourth of July. Tony and Steve were arguing over the last donut with red, white, and blue sprinkles, Natasha, Clint, and Peter were setting up decorations, and Bruce Banner worked on some new fireworks for the celebration later that night. (Y/n) (L/n), Vision, and Wanda Maximoff both watched the chaos going on from the kitchen while preparing food for the grill and table. 

“I don’t really understand the concept of Independence Day.” Said Wanda softly, looking at the other two in the room with her. The bickering between the co-leaders of the Avengers stopped and they looked toward the young witch in surprise. “Really?” Asked Tony who took another bite of his donut much to Steve’s annoyance. “Do you want to understand it?” 

Wanda nodded and Steve took the opportunity to delve into his patriotic passion as two of the three decorators rolled their eyes. “Look what you’ve started.” Said Clint, his shoulders shaking with a suppressed laugh as Wanda struggled to keep up with the history lecture that she had unknowingly asked for. 

(Y/n) looked around suddenly, noticing something, or rather someone, was missing. “Hey Steve, where’s Bucky?” Steve stopped talking about the Revolutionary War long enough to answer her. “He was.. Having some trouble sleeping last night and isn’t feeling well so he’s spending the day in his room.” (Y/n) frowned in concern. She hadn’t known her boyfriend wasn’t feeling well and felt guilty that she hadn’t gone to check on him at all. “Vision, you and Wanda can handle the rest of the food, right?” She asked the mechanical avenger who nodded and motioned for her to be off.

It didn’t take long for (Y/n) to reach Bucky’s room and when she did, she knocked gently on the door. “Bucky? It’s me, (Y/n), are you okay? I heard you weren’t feeling well.” From beyond the door she heard a rustle, as if something or someone was moving around, but no one answered the door. “Babe?” She tried again, hoping he would open the door so she didn’t have to. (Y/n) wondered if maybe he was asleep, but was proven wrong when there was a soft reply. “Don’t worry, I’m okay doll, you can go back downstairs. Go enjoy the festivities.” 

There was a hint of sadness in his voice and (Y/n) couldn’t help feeling bad about his condition. “I’m coming in.” She said, opening the door before Bucky could tell her not to bother. There he was, looking healthy as a horse and getting up to try and stop the door from opening. (Y/n) was confused. “Bucky? What’s going on? Are you okay?” 

Bucky knew he had been caught in his lie. He invited her to sit on his bed, thinking out what to say next. (Y/n) looked at him expectantly and suddenly spoke up. “You’re not actually sick, are you?” She said that in a monotone voice, sounding a bit upset. Bucky felt awful. The two of them hadn’t even been together for a year yet, and he didn’t want her to feel obligated to throw away a fun holiday like this for his sake. 

“No. No, I’m not actually sick.” He confessed, sitting on the edge of the bed and looking down. “Then why aren’t you joining us downstairs? We’re going to start up the grill outside on the balcony, maybe get a campfire up and running, and watch the fireworks. Doesn’t that sound fun?” 

It did sound fun, but that’s what made Bucky so sad. After everything he had done, why should he be out there celebrating America’s independence after he worked for Hydra to take over his beloved home country. Why should he celebrate freedom after he had taken so many innocent lives?

 A tight hug snapped him out of his damp mood and his eyes widened to feel tears falling on the back of his hands. He hadn’t even realized he had started crying. Furiously, Bucky wiped at the tears, trying to get rid of them and toughen up. 

“It’s okay, you can cry. I won’t judge you.” Said (Y/n) softly, hugging him tighter and nuzzling her face into the crook of his neck. Bucky’s wall of emotions shattered and he broke down. Turning around to face her, he held her in his arms and cried freely. He couldn’t form coherent words as he tried to explain to her why he hid from everyone. She didn’t say anything, trying to understand him as he finally managed to calm down. 

“I just don’t feel welcome. I’ve hurt so many people, heck I’ve killed so many people. I killed Tony’s parents and even tried to kill all of you at one point or another. I don’t deserve to be celebrating with all of you.” He looked at (Y/n) who looked at him with sad eyes. 

“You deserve to be with us as much as anyone else, Bucky. First of all, you didn’t have a choice in the matter during your time with Hydra because you were brainwashed. Second, you’re forgetting who all you’re celebrating with. Tony has indirectly killed thousands of people with the weapons he used to manufacture, Natasha used to be a Russian spy, Clint is technically an assassin, Wanda used to work for Hydra, Bruce is literally a green radioactively-made monster who can take down giant flying carnivorous alien worms,Thor has killed thousands of people because he’s a small-g god, and I work as an agent for SHIELD. You fit right in with us!”

Bucky laughed softly, falling back into her arms. “I guess you’re right..” He murmured but his faint smile didn’t last. “Do fireworks bother you?” Guessed (Y/n), a small puzzle being put together in her mind. “Is that why you had trouble sleeping?” Bucky nodded, feeling a bit stupid for admitting it. “They.. give me nightmares and flashbacks from the war.. And Hydra.. And they keep on going for days because of the Fourth of July.” 

“If there was a way to make the noise disappear from the fireworks, would you go out to see them?” Bucky nodded. “I love fireworks.” (Y/n) smiled happily. “I’ll be right back.” She left his side and Bucky immediately missed her warmth and comfort. He wondered what she could be doing. Bucky prayed that she wasn’t going to tell the others and hugged his knees to his chest anxiously. 

When (Y/n) returned, she was carrying a pair of large black headphones. “What?” Bucky asked in confusion. “They’re noise canceling headphones. I use them sometimes when I go to the firing range for practice. Try them on.” He hesitantly put it on, adjusting the ears to fit his head and he was shocked when all the noise from his room and downstairs disappeared. It was like he was just alone with his thoughts with nothing to interrupt him. 

(Y/n) tried to speak to him but he could hear her. She tried again and this time he told her he couldn’t understand what she was saying, making her laugh as she took the headphones off. “It looks like they work.” Bucky hugged her tight, kissing her cheek happily. “Will you be joining us downstairs? You don’t have to if you don’t want to.” She assured him, the question lingering for a second as he considered the option for the first time in quite a while. 

“I’ll be downstairs in a bit. I need to freshen up.” (Y/n) smiled happily and gave him a quick peck on the lips. “Alright then! I’ll see you later!” As she left Bucky’s room, he watched her retreating figure with a smile. What did he do to become so lucky that he could have a girl like her?

By the time he had gone downstairs, everyone was already on the balcony. The smell of grilling chicken, burgers, and steak wafted through the air as well as the sound of laughter. When he appeared in the doorway, Steve was the first to catch sight of him, looking at his best friend with a look of absolute shock, not expecting to see him out and about that evening. 

“Ay, Manchurian Candidate, nice to see you!” Called Tony, waving at him from his spot next to his wife, Pepper. (Y/n) looked over at him and smiled as one of Clint’s daughters braided her hair. “There are some sodas and beer in the cooler if you’d like one.” Said Wanda as she drank a Pepsi beside Vision on the couch. Peter was already over at the cooler, grabbing two juice pouches, one for him and one for another one of Clint’s kids. 

As Bucky got settled down nervously between (Y/n) and Steve, his fellow soldier patted him on the shoulder. “I’m happy you could join us, Buck.” 

“You can thank (Y/n) for that. She convinced me that I was welcome.” 

“You’re always welcome. The past is in the past so enjoy the present. It’s not like we have a time machine and can go back to when and where we came from.” Joked Steve and Bucky laughed. 

Two hours later, the fireworks started. (Y/n) was seated comfortably in her boyfriend’s arms as they watched the colorful display in the night sky. Bucky looked down at her, the black headphones placed comfortably on his head and keeping away the loud sounds of the explosions. 

“I love you, doll.” He murmured softly, nuzzling his face into her shoulder as she held onto him with a smile. “I love you too, Bucky. Happy Fourth of July.”

Yancy x reader - Behind the Pen

(Y/n) had come to expect letters arriving in her cell every other day. It was a constant thing now. Her family wrote to her occasionally, but the majority of notes she received were from someone she didn't recognize. 

And how could she recognize a letter from someone who never signed it? 

As cliche as it sounded, her apparent admirer was constantly complimenting her through his penmanship. The only reason she knew he was a male was because he had said before in a past letter, "A man like me doesn't deserve an angel like you." 

That comment had made her blush so much that the other female prisoners worried she was running a fever. 

(Y/n) held a new note in her hand, admiring just how simple it was. A small piece of paper with the front held together by a red heart sticker, like you would find on a first grader's valentine. Inside was some messy yet intelligible handwriting that looked like an attempt at fancy calligraphy.

"(Y/n), 

A dove like you should be away and free from us ravens and crows. But of course, this jailbird fell in love with you and can only dream of making you his own. After what I've done with my life, how could I deserve to even be close to you, much less your lover? Nevertheless, like Romeo, I will continue to love you, my Juliet, even if it kills me." 

(Y/n) blushed and walked out of her cell and made it to the yard where a majority of people were gathered. Like usual, they were either playing basketball, lifting weights, or taking a small nap in the sunlight. It was a gorgeous day outside and sleep sounded very appealing, but (Y/n) had something to do first.

"Hey guys!" She greeted her fellow female prisoners, the letter clutched in her hand. Tiny, one of the tougher girls, smiled at her mischievously. "Ohhh~ you got another letter? What does it say this time?" 

Some of the other girls crowded around her to hear the reply as it was read out. They were all romantics in some kind of way and a secret admirer story unfolding right in front of them was certainly exciting. 

"Well, he told me that I didn't belong in a place like this, and he even called me his Juliet." Some of the ladies let out an "awww" and Tiny wrapped her arm around (Y/n)'s shoulders. "Man, he really seems to have a thing for you, huh? Who do you think it is?" 

"I don't know. I keep hoping I can pick up signs or some kind of hint when I interact with the boys, but I'm not picking up on anything. I guess I'm just really boggled that I even have a.." 

She trailed off as she looked toward a group of 8 boys playing basketball over in the prison court. There, being patted on the back after an amazing 2-point shot, was Yancy. (Y/n) blushed, seeing how his slightly damp shirt clung to his toned body, his skin slightly shining from sweat as he panted and smiled at his teammates. 

Time just seemed to move in slow motion when she looked at him. He was beyond attractive. He was so handsome, he could kill ladies with just a look. Heh, maybe that's another reason why he was in prison. 

"(Y/nnn)? Hello?" Tiny waved a hand in front of her face, seeing that her friend had zoned out. "Huh? Oh sorry. Were you asking me something?" Some of the other girls gave each other knowing looks and (Y/n) looked at them in confusion. "Am I missing something?" 

"You have it rough for him, huh?" Asked Tiny and (Y/n)'s face erupted into a bright red blush. "Huh? Why would you say that? He's my friend, granted that he's a very attractive friend, but still!" 

"Girl, admit it. You have a big ol' crush on Yancy." (Y/n) knew she was caught and she looked down in embarrassment. "I.. gosh I know I do but I feel kinda bad about it because I have no idea who's writing me these notes. I kinda hope it's him, but if it's not I'm gonna feel terrible if I don't like this guy back and reject him."

"Reject who?" 

(Y/n) stiffened, recognizing the voice that came up behind her. "Oh, hey Yancy," said Tiny with a smirk, "we were just talking about (Y/n)'s secret admirer." (Y/n) turned around to see the scruffy faced man she had grown to love. He smiled while his tattooed hand rubbed the back of his neck. 

"A secret admirer eh? You don't usually see dat in prison. Yous gots any idea who it could be?" (Y/n) shook her head. "I don't recognize the handwriting and I haven't really got any other clues, so no not really. Do you know anything?"

Yancy shrugged. "We males don't really talk about all dat romance and lovey dovey stuff, but I'll keep an eye out for ya." 

"T-thanks." Was all (Y/n) could say while shyly looking up at his grinning face. He really was so kind. A criminal with a heart of gold. Yancy nodded at the girls behind (Y/n) and turned to leave, joining the other boys back on the court. 

Turning back, (Y/n) saw the girls smirking and looking at her expectantly. “What? Is there something on my face?” Tiny shook her head and laughed softly. “No, it’s just that some of us already know who your admirer is.” (Y/n) was shocked. “What?? Who is it?? Tell me!” Giggling, the girls began to move away, shaking their heads. “Sorry, we can’t say anything. Good luck figuring it out though.” 

“Tiny! Guys! Come on, I thought we were friends!” Laughed the (h/c) female as she chased after them. 

From across the yard, Yancy watched their interaction and he bit his lip nervously. He knew that Tiny and the other girls wouldn’t tell (Y/n) about his secret crush on her, but still, he swore that they loved to tease him with their knowing looks. “Oi, Yancy pay attention!” Said Sparkles McGee, tossing him the basketball. “Sorry. Was just thinking ‘bout stuff, y’know.” 

Bam Bam smirked at him. “Oh, thinking about (Y/n) again are we?” Yancy looked over at him quickly, “What? No! ‘Course not. What makes youse say dat? I think of other things.” 

“Riiiiight, because staring at her and losing touch with reality means you’re thinking about other things.” Laughed McGee and Yancy pouted a little. “Shut up, it isn’t like dat.” 

“We all know about those love notes you’ve been sending her. I’m surprised she doesn’t know it’s you sending them yet.” 

“Well, she doesn’t need t’know either.” Snapped the handsome prisoner, glaring at his friends and tossing the basketball to the net only to miss. “I doubt she feels the same anyway.” 

“Are you kidding?” said Bam Bam, looking at Yancy with evident shock and confusion. “Have you seen the way she looks at you? I swear you’re just as oblivious as she is!” This was news to the man in question and he looked over to where his crush sat with her friends. She relaxed under a tree, her (h/c) hair slightly messy from the light breeze that flowed through the yard. She laughed, her melodious voice sounding like a symphony to Yancy. 

(Y/n) suddenly looked over at him when Tiny pointed him out. She smiled at him, waving, and as he blushed, he waved back. His heart beat so fast and he resisted the urge to run away to his cell. He had a reputation to uphold as the Prison Tough Guy. Turning away, he saw the guys smirking at him and he shook his head, the basketball being passed to him again. “Shut up youse guys.”

-time skip-

As (Y/n) sat in her cell a few nights later, unable to sleep. She was thinking about her admirer. Who could it possibly be? Gosh, she hoped it was Yancy. No, she shouldn’t get her hopes up. Any girl would die to have him as their lover, even if he was a murderer, but Yancy sees all the prisoners as family, so he probably only sees her as a sisterly figure. Her secret admirer was probably someone else. 

That same night, Yancy slaved over pieces of paper in his cell. He struggled to come up with the right words to write down, having to start over every time he made a mistake. “You’re my own personal angel.. Ugh no. ‘ve used somethin’ like dat already. Uhh.. You’re so beautiful… naw. Gosh I’ve used up everythin’.” His eyelids were drooping, exhaustion washing over his body. Yancy wanted to give (Y/n) another letter, but he was too tired to write. “Oh well. Maybe I’ll finish it tomorrow..” He thought as he drifted off to sleep surrounded by his crumpled papers.

-timeskip-

“Have you guys seen Yancy?” Asked (Y/n) the next morning. He hadn’t shown up for breakfast which was very unlike him. Both girls and boys alike shook their heads, but then one voice piped up. “I passed by his cell on the way to breakfast,” said Sparkles McGee, “He was fast asleep. I think he was writing a new song or something last night and zonked out in the middle of it.” 

“Why don’t you go wake him up, (Y/n).” Suggested Tiny and (Y/n) nodded. “Sure. I’ll be back.” She stood up and made her way down the hall to Yancy’s cell. Sure enough, when she entered, the soft sound of Yancy’s light snoring. 

(Y/n)’s heart melted at the adorable sight before her. Yancy was curled up in his bed, cuddling both his pillow and his prison bed blanket. Around him were a bunch of crumpled up pieces of paper. (Y/n) frowned, wondering what exactly he had been writing so late at night. Sure she could just assume that they were just tossed lyrics to a new song, like McGee said, but curiosity was a powerful force and she couldn’t help but look. 

She opened the nearest piece of wrinkled paper and her eyes widened. It was a note for her, but most of the writing was scribbled out. (Y/n) could only make out a few words and sentences here and there as she continued looking through the discarded notes. Lots of the phrases were familiar. The handwriting was sloppy but legible, writing out similar sentences to previous letters she had received. (Y/n) could barely contain her tears of joy as she looked at the sleeping man before her. 

Yancy was her secret admirer all along.

Placing the gathered papers to the side, (Y/n) crept over to his side and she smiled, reaching over and gently caressing the right side of his face. Yancy leaned into her touch in his sleep, letting out a small purr of pleasure. The poor man was touch starved after all his years in prison and now he finally had the chance to receive the comfort and love that he was craving. 

Slowly, Yancy’s eyes began to open and he looked up into (Y/n)’s shining eyes. “(Y-Y/n)? What’re you…” his voice trailed off as her hand trailed up his chiseled jaw into his black hair. He began to fully wake up and he realized what was happening as well as the state of his cell, or more accurately the state which his cell was supposed to be in. 

He sat bolt upright, accidentally hitting his head on the top bunk and almost squashing (Y/n)’s hand, and looked around to find that all the papers that were previously strewn around on the floor were nowhere to be found. “Looking for these?” Came (Y/n)’s teasing voice as she held up a stack of small wrinkled papers. 

Yancy paled noticeably and his hands began to shake. “(Y-Y/n), p-please, I can explain!” He stood up from his bed, fear written all over his face. “Yancy-” 

“No, please listen. I know I’ve been lyin’ to ya about not knowing who was writin’ youse those letters, but I was afraid that youse wouldn’t like me back ‘n I just wanted youse to kinda fall in love with me indirectly before I asked youse to be mine, y’know?”

“Yancy, I-”

“I understand if youse don’t like me back, but-”

“YANCY!!!” He stopped speaking and looked at (Y/n) as she looked at him with an amused smile. “You don’t need to explain yourself. Heck, you had me mostly convinced it was someone else writing these letters.”

“I.. I did?”

“Yes!” Laughed (Y/n), “You did! Honestly, I would’ve felt awful if I had to reject my admirer because they weren’t the person I fell in love with. The letters were flattering, but it would’ve been so much easier just to tell me that you liked me after spending time getting to know me.” Yancy blushed and looked away before she used her hand to gently bring his gaze back to her. 

“And I like you too, Yancy, in a romantic way. I have for a really long time.” 

Yancy blushed so hard and he rubbed his neck shyly. She smiled, taking his free hand and squeezing it. “Alright, well let’s go to breakfast. The others are going to get suspicious if I never come back after going to get you.” 

“Heh, I guess so, since they already knew about my little crush on youse.” 

Even though they both knew they should leave, neither of them really wanted to. It was a nice change of pace to just have time for the two of them. (Y/n) looked up at Yancy and leaned up, kissing him gently. 

The kiss only lasted a second, but it brought one of the best feelings either of them had ever felt. “I… you..” stumbled Yancy, struggling to say coherent words as he touched his lips in awe. He looked back at (Y/n) with a hopeful expression. 

“C-could we do that again?” 

(Y/n) laughed and nodded, “Of course.” This time, Yancy was the one to take the lead, leaning down and gently holding the sides of her face in his large hands. His lips met hers in a passionate hunger which took (Y/n) off guard. It was a sloppy kiss, clearly inexperienced but euphoric to experience for the both of them. 

“Y-Yancy, we’re gonna get caught. I was sent to find you and bring you to breakfast. Everyone’s gonna get suspicious if I never come back.” Yancy kissed (Y/n) again with a small possessive growl. “I don’t care if we get caught. I gotta start showin’ the others around here dat your mine, sweetheart. You’re so dang beautiful. Wouldn't be surprised if one of them started a fight with me over youse.” 

Something about him calling her ‘sweetheart’ and getting really protective really got her knees weak and face red. “E-even so. What would the warden say?” That last part is what finally got Yancy to stop. “Fine, I’ll stop..” His arms wrapped around (Y/n)’s frame in a warm hug which was happily reciprocated. 

“I love youse, (Y/n).”

“I love you too, Yancy.”

Back in the cafeteria, some of the others were starting to wonder when (Y/n) was going to come back, hopefully with their leader in tow. “Do you think something happened?” Asked Hank, looking over at McGee who was smirking. “Something romantic, maybe.”

Tiny groaned and shook her head in amusement. “I swear the two of them are so dang oblivious they better get together soon because I don’t think I can take the tension and stupidity anymore.” There was a hefty laugh that filled the room but it was soon replaced with cheers as Yancy and (Y/n) walked in from the hallway, holding hands and blushing madly. 

From his office, the warden laughed softly, looking at the new couple in one of the security monitors. “It’s about dang time.” he murmured, taking a long sip of his lukewarm coffee.

Darkiplier x female reader - Dance With Me

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Rainy weather was the perfect time to read. At least, that's what (Y/n) thought. The lights of a lamp and a crackling fire in the fireplace illuminated her figure, lounging comfortably on a couch as she flipped through the pages of a book.

It was her favorite activity especially during lazy weather such as rain. Settling down and getting cozy under a fluffy blanket with a cup of warm chamomile tea and a good book. The house was nearly quiet once again with the gentle sound of rain against the window panes and the comforting sound of the fireplace being the only disturbances.

The warmth of her environment made (Y/n) sleepy. Her eyelids drooped as she fought the inevitable slumber, wanting to continue reading but as the book slowly slipped from her fingertips, falling to the ground with a thud, there was a loud clap of thunder and the light of the lamp shut off. (Y/n)’s eyes shot open, her comfortable atmosphere shattered. The only source of light in the room was the fire which continued to burn. 

(Y/n) knew she couldn’t read well in that dim of a light and she would become too warm if she sat directly in front of the fireplace. With a sigh, she curled up in her blanket and tried to adjust her eyes so she could continue reading. The storm would likely stick around for a while and whatever caused the power outage would take time to fix so she might as well get comfy.

Knock knock knock

The sound of three taps echoed through the house and (Y/n) looked around, trying to locate the source of the sound. “Reading in this light is bad for your eyesight, you know.” (Y/n) quickly looked toward the voice and her heart skipped a beat at the sight of the figure standing in the entryway. 

Darkiplier, her boyfriend of two years, was dressed in a fitted black suit and a black turtleneck sweater, and leaned comfortably in the doorway, a small smile on his handsome face. It wasn’t his typical style, but it was nice to see him switch up his usual formal attire. However as she continued to look at him in the dimmed room something about him seemed off.

Darkiplier’s usual red and blue outline was almost invisible, making him look more human than usual. In the fire light, small bits of it flashed into view but disappeared again just as quickly as it appeared. His entire being just seemed to fit the mood. 

“What are you doing here? Not that I’m unhappy with your visit, but it’s a little random.” He walked over to (Y/n), smiling as he placed a bottle of wine on a side table. “The lights went out, and I assumed you’d like some company. I know that nighttime thunderstorms can be a bit unsettling.” (Y/n) smiled and blushed at his comment.

"Well then, would you like to join me?" She opened her blanket to let him in, but he just smiled, "In a minute darling. Let me prepare something for us." He winked and wandered off into the kitchen. 

(Y/n) left the couch and from a closet nearby, she took out a box of small unscented candles and laid them around the room, lighting them shortly after. The light sound of footsteps returned and (Y/n) turned around, spotting Dark with two nice glasses, pouring the expensive red wine into them. 

She returned to the couch, and he smiled at her, his 3D effect more visible due to the candles. Dark joined her a few seconds later as thunder clapped again. It was nice, just the two of them sitting together. 

Dark had summoned a record player and it softly played music as they drank the wine he had brought. The mood of the room just seemed to change for the better. (Y/n) was beyond happy. 

"Just out of curiosity, what's with the candles, darling? Were you really having that much trouble seeing my pretty face?" 

(Y/n) giggled, bringing her hand up and caressing his jaw. "You don't have to hide any part of yourself from me, y'know." Dark leaned closer, resulting in an Eskimo kiss, and he smiled. "I thought that my outline would irritate you, especially being this close to me." She smiled back, kissing his cheek. "You could never irritate me."

As she finished speaking, a new song began to play and Dark placed his glass down while standing up from the couch. "Dance with me?" He held his hand out and (Y/n) took it, her hand was soft and warm, something that Dark found pleasant. 

He brought (Y/n) close to his chest and placed his hands on her hips. Her arms snaked behind his neck, and the two of them swayed to the music. (Y/n) rested her head on his broad chest. He smelled vaguely of expensive cologne and black coffee. It was an odd mixture, but it was comforting.

As they danced, Dark hummed softly, matching the song note for note. "How do you know this song? It's quite old." Dark looked down at her, with a sad smile. "It was quite beautiful back when it was first played. I wish you had been there with me." It dawned upon (Y/n) just how old Dark really was, but it didn't bother her.

"If I had been, I wouldn't be dancing here with you."

Dark smiled, leaning forward and resting his forehead against hers. "That's true. I'm glad we at least get to enjoy it now."

(Y/n) leaned forward and kissed his soft lips gently as rain pattered against the window and fire light danced across their figures. "So am I." 

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Murderplier x female reader - Love: The Imaginary Dagger

(A/n: This story was inspired by Loki’s "What is love" quote. I hope you all enjoy it!) ----------------------

Love is a dagger

Murdock never had time for love. His hobby kept him quite busy and his job certainly didn’t help that case either. Being a paid murderer wasn’t easy. The constant thrill of the hunt if his victims ran, the adrenaline rushing through his veins as he slowly tortured and killed them, and the long and arduous process of hiding his presence and evidence from the police kept him on his toes and occupied a good portion of his brain. It never got easier, but that’s what made it so fun so who was he to complain? 

Today was another day and another murder. Murdock was hired by an anonymous man to take out a woman. He was given a brief description as well as some pictures of the man and woman together. She was beautiful, he couldn’t deny that, but a job was a job and he had to see it through. As he roamed the streets of her residencial city, he noticed her across the street. 

The murderer frowned in frusteration. He couldn’t simply shoot her from his position. The streets were rather crowded that day which meant at least one person would see him take out his target. 

He needed to get closer. 

As Murdock quickly crossed the street, he watched as she entered a French style cafe. He rolled his eyes at her choice of dining. That specific cafe was known both for their amazing food, and for their incredibly fake accents. She could’ve done so much better, but that wasn’t for him to decide. Maybe this was his chance.

He quickly entered the cafe, which to his dismay was rather packed. Looking around, he saw plenty of people but not enough seats, and surely no sign of his target. “Bonjour! How may we help you today?” Came an awfully fake French accent and Mudock looked to see a scrawny waiter in a suit vest and pants with dyed blue hair. “Uhh, I’ll take a black coffee please.” He said this out of slight panic, but played it cool on the outside. “Ah, splendid! Would you like cream? Sugar? And are you dining in or ordering to go?” 

“No thanks, and I’d like to dine in, though I don’t see any available seats.”

“You can sit with me! Don’t worry!” A feminine voice interrupted, and both turned to see his target waving at them from her spot in a booth with a beautiful smile. Murdock was shocked. She was even more beautiful in person. The pictures he had been given just didn’t do her justice. Yes (Y/n) (L/n), his next victim, had taken his breath away with only a single sight. 

“Ah magnifique! I’ll get your order ready right away, sir.” Murdock nodded at the man and sat down across from (Y/n). “What’s your name, sir?” She asked, making him tense up slightly. He wasn’t used to his targets being so friendly right away. “My name’s.. Murdock Iplier. What’s yours?” She smiled again, making his cheeks heat up just a little. “My name’s (Y/n) (L/n). It’s nice to meet you.” He already knew her name, but this interaction with her didn’t bother him at all. How many times had he charmed his female victims through conversation only to slaughter them and laugh at their rotting corpses? Too many to count. 

Murdock’s drink arrived soon after and the pair in the booth began to talk. He found himself engaged solely in the conversation, and his thoughts avoided the gruesome topic of his mission. After his cup was empty, (Y/n) excused herself to go to the bathroom and his thoughts returned. 

‘I could put some drugs in her drink.’ He thought, staring at her drink from his side of the table. He contemplated it for a minute, but couldn’t bring himself to pull through. She returned to the table and they returned to their previous conversation, the murderous task once again forgotten.

When the bills later arrived at the table, Murdock paid both of them off much to (Y/n)’s surprise. “Why did you pay for mine?” He smiled at her, internally chuckling as her face donned a slight pink hue. “I owe you for letting me sit with you. It’s the least I can do to repay your kindness.” She looked down with a shy “Thank you.” They left the cafe together, about to part ways when she suddenly turned around. “Hey, uh… Murdock?” He looked at her beautiful being again with a slight head tilt, waiting for her to continue. “Would you.. maybe want to do this again sometime?”  

He was shocked and surprised to say the least but smiled and nodded. “I would like that very much. Would it be alright then if I got your number?” The slight pink on (Y/n)’s cheeks turned into a darker shade and she nodded happily. The two exchanged contacts and left in different directions, his target still very much alive. 

It’s a weapon to be wielded far away or up close. 

Their next meeting turned into another and that third outing turned into many more. Much to his confusion, Murdock began to feel odd around his stalled target. There were butterflies in his stomach when he thought about her, his face became unnaturally warm when he looked into her (e/c) eyes or received a text asking to meet up, and every waking moment was about his lovely (Y/n) in his arms without a worry in the world. He had to kill her. That was his mission and he had to see it through, but much to his confusion, he didn’t want to kill her.

How did this happen? The cold hearted killer, Murdock Iplier, didn’t want to end the insignificant life of his victim? No, he didn’t. He wanted to protect her and that’s what scared him. He wasn’t supposed to gain any actual feelings of affection toward her. She was supposed to be dead. That’s what he was being paid to do. So then why does he keep meeting up with her? Why didn’t he just do this one job and move on with his life? Why did he put it off and take other jobs, completing them without any problem? 

He needed to kill her and he needed to do it now.

After they went out again the next day, Murdock invited her to his home, which was the perfect place to eliminate her without anyone noticing. As he led her to his living room, he grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around (Y/n). The night had been rather chilly so she thought it was nice, but in Murdock's mind it could also help with carrying the body away without getting blood stains on the couch. 

They settled down and began to watch a movie. There was a knife nearby, if only he could reach it without her panicking.. the job would be over before he knew it. His arm, as he reached for the hidden weapon, wrapped around her shoulder and his face got close to hers. Both of them blushed heavily at the position they were in, but neither of them seemed to mind it. 

Slowly but surely, they leaned in and their lips met in a warm and sweet kiss. The knife and movie were quickly forgotten as they continued their moment of passion, both of them only separating for quick breaths before coming back for more. This carried on for several minutes before they both finally pulled away, red faced and panting. 

"Murdock.." (Y/n) murmured softly, looking into his chocolate brown eyes as he stared back. Embarrassed, he buried his face in the crook of her neck, feeling her warm flesh meet his flushed cheek. (Y/n)’s right hand ascended to his hair, massaging his head while her left embraced him in a hug. 

He began to pepper small, chaste butterfly kisses on her neck and lower jaw which made her giggle. He was simply relishing in the glory and warmth that was (Y/n)'s embrace without a care in the world. Her melodic voice reached his ears and he smiled. "I love you, Murdock." 

"I.. I love you too." 

That night, once again, his victim left his clutches unscathed. 

Murdock groaned in anger. Why couldn’t he do it? Why didn’t he let himself harm her? He was a cold blooded killer with a heart and soul as black as the coffee he drank, so why couldn’t he bring himself to go through with his job? As he lay down on his couch, the plush cushions still warm from where the two had been together, he realized the horrific truth.

He was actually in love with his victim, (Y/n) (L/n) and there was nothing he could do about it.

You can see yourself in it.

"So, hypothetically, if you wanted to hide a dead body, would you remove the feet of the victim after their hands or would you not take them at all?" 

Murdock looked over at his girlfriend in shock. This was not something he expected to hear from (Y/n) of all people. "Why would you want to remove the feet?" 

"Toes have fingerprints too, right? So if you wanted to make sure that the body couldn't be identified by prints, you would want to cut the feet off too, right?" 

Murdock laughed a bit and leaned forward. "Why would you need to know the answer to this hypothetical question?" 

"I've been really into mystery and Detective shows and novels recently and I was wondering if that was logical." 

He smiled at his lover. "Well, I don't think toeprints are used enough in crime labs nor would anyone have active records of them to keep, so I'd say the answer is no. You could leave the feet, but if you're paranoid enough, sure take em." 

It was these rare moments he could talk about something pertaining to his job without causing a panic. She still didn't know, nor would she ever if he could help it. 

Sometimes, however, he did wonder how she would be as a partner to his work. With her passion for crime knowledge, she could help in so many ways, but alas he needed to keep his dirty work a secret. It was for the best. 

Murdock just wanted to be with her and his job prevented so many happy possibilities from happening. He thought once again about the best way to get rid of her but his heart ached at the mere thought of her being gone. He could never hurt her. How could he hurt the one person who made him feel so alive? The thought of (Y/n) leaving him hurt just as much as the reality that he still had a job to do and telling her would be a one way ticket to heartbreak.

Their one year anniversary was coming up and Murdock dreaded it. One year, no, over one year of putting off what was supposed to be an easy kill and run mission. His employer had reached out to him many times asking why the job wasn’t done yet, but how could Murdock tell him that he was in love with and dating the person he was hired to kill? That night, as he lay in his bed after another date with (Y/n), he silently cried because he finally knew how to kill the love of his life.

It’s beautiful until it makes you bleed.

“Happy anniversary, darling.” Murdock invited her into his home, admiring the beautiful woman in front of him. (Y/n) smiled and gave him a warm and comforting hug. The clock on the wall was ticking, irritating the murderous male. It was another reminder of his limited time. Why was he doing this?

He had made dinner for the two of them, cooking her favorite meal which brought a smile to her face. Murdock’s heart panged painfully in his chest. How many more times would he be able to see that happy face? Nevermind. He didn’t want to know.

After dinner came relaxation and he put some nice music on. The couple cuddled on the couch, relishing in the warmth that they both produced. Murdock wanted to be happy, but he couldn’t be. The clock ticked again, and every click made Murdock feel sick. He couldn’t do this.

But he had to… or else she would eventually find out and leave. He couldn’t deal with that pain. He didn’t want to let her go but he needed to.

As he was untangling himself from his lover, a song came up over the radio and (Y/n) smiled excitedly. “Dance with me! I love this song!” The song was a sappy tune about star crossed lovers who wanted to be together but one of them had to leave the other forever. ‘How fitting.’ Thought Murdock as his hands landed on her hips and her arms wrapped around his neck. 

They gazed into each other’s eyes as the music played, the pair lazily swaying side to side, completely lost in the moment. Murdock knew that one day, this very scene would be his own personal hell. He leaned forward, pressing his lips to her forehead and then taking her hands as he knelt down on one knee.

(Y/n)’s look of surprise and happiness made Murdock nervous as he pulled out a small leather box. Opening it up, he produced a beautiful ring, black metal with a small red ruby in the middle. With a dry throat and shaky knees, he spoke.

“(Y/n), I love you. There’s no other way to say it. You’ve impacted my life in a way I could never repay. My life changed forever when you let me sit with you at that cafe. I don’t want to imagine my life without you, so will you marry me?” 

She nodded happily and threw her arms around him, kissing him on the lips. Murdock couldn’t prevent tears from falling as he held his darling. The ring found its new home on (Y/n)’s left ring finger and the two shared their love together. The song was ending and Murdock’s right hand flicked slightly behind her, producing a knife from inside his sleeve. 

With shaky hands and a heavy heart, he drove the blade deep into her back. A small gasp escaped her kiss swollen lips and she looked into his eyes, tears filling her own. “M-Murdock?” she whispered as she fell into his arms, the light leaving her eyes forever. 

He had done it. Murdock Iplier had finally completed his year-long task, but it cost him everything. He cursed himself, hugging the limp body of his lover and crying into her shoulder, wishing he would have taken it back. Why did he do this? He loved her and he killed her. His hands were shaking as he took off the engagement ring and hung it around his neck, right next to his pendant. 

He sadly carried her body down to a special furnace in his basement where he cremated her body. Many hours and with many tears later he took her ashes, placing them in both a fancy box, and a small portion was placed in a small vial which joined the ring and charm on his necklace. 

The murderous man informed his employer that the deed was done, but refused to accept the pay. No amount of money could replace the treasure that he had taken from the world. The world looked so bleak and cold. He could hardly remember the last time he felt like this. The world had seemed so bright and wonderful when she was with him and now his darling, his light, and his world was gone. 

He was alone with no one to blame but himself. His heart, once joyful and light, was heavy and as dark as his preferred coffee. (Y/n)’s last look of betrayal and pain was burned into his memory and as he sat on his couch, realizing that her lightly perfumed scent still lingered on the cushioned seat, he held his head in his hands and cried. 

Love is an imaginary dagger.

Tony Stark x requested oc Ray Rawls - One Month

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(3rd Person) "Hey, sunshine."

Ray frowned, hearing the smooth yet irritating sound of the iron avenger behind her. "What do you want, Stark?" The rich man walked up to her as she turned around, an annoyed look on her face.

"Same thing as usual, gorgeous." He smiled, placing his caloused hands on her hips. "Go out with me." Ray rolled her eyes, used to this question and its reoccuring answer.

"No thanks, playboy." She took his hands off of her body, not looking away from his shining eyes. Yes, he was handsome, but she wasn't interested.

"Oh come on, that's what you always say. You know that it's only a matter of time before you fall for me."

"Mr. Stark, you know as well as I do that your little fantasy won't ever happen." Tony frowned with an eyebrow raised, resulting in a skeptical look that was quickly returned. "Agent Rawls, report to Director Fury's office. He wants a word with you." Came a voice over her earpiece as she turned to leave. "Copy that."

With those words she left a disappointed Tony Stark behind.

(Tony's POV) "I don't get it." I said, talking to Steve Rogers from across the room. "I've asked her so many times and never given her a reason to hate me. Why doesn't she say yes ready?"

"Sometimes, the person you like just doesn't like you back." He responded, giving me a shrug. "Why do you think this will work? Asking her out over and over again, I mean."

"I think it's some sort of unspoken game between us. Like, how long will the two of us last? I won't give up, because if I do, then I lose and vice versa. If she accepts, she loses."

Steve rolled his eyes, face palming with an annoyed look. "Listen, Tony, I think you're trying to trick yourself into believing she actually is in love with you. I've seen the way she acts around you, and I'm telling you now, she doesn't actually like you."

I leaned on the table with a grin. "But what if she actually is? She's a good actor, I should know. I've seen her in action on missions before. She's really good."

"Stark, please. For the sake of my sanity, just give up already. It's not like if you keep asking then she'll magically like you."

A figurative light bulb turned on above my brain and I smiled, pointing at the patriotic hero. "Actually, that's a good idea. Thanks Cap."

"Wait, I-"

But I was already leaving and happily walking to the training room.

(Ray's POV) Days had passed since I last rejected Tony. He hadn't spoken to or approached me lately, not that I minded it, however that was a little strange. Did he seriously give up?

I began to walk across the glass walkway in SHIELD HQ when I suddenly noticed him on the other side. Before I could walk away, he called out for me. "Ah! Ray, just the person I wanted to see."

"What is it today, Stark?" I asked, crossing my arms in a bored position. Truth be told, it was nice to hear his annoying voice again. "I have a proposal for you."

"If you ask me out again.."

"Go on a date with me-"

"No."

"You didn't let me finish."

"My answer won't change."

"Go out on a date with me, every day for a month. If I can't get you to fall for me by then, I'll stop asking you out and I won't try my shot with you ever again."

I looked at him in surprised. "You can't be serious, right? You really expect me to believe that you'd just never ask me out again? Seems a bit far fetched for you."

Tony looked at me, his eyes burning with determination. "I promise. Stark's honor." He held his hand up like a boy scout which made me roll my eyes, but smile a bit.

"Fine. One month and that's it. After that, we're done." Tony smiled excitedly and gave me a sudden hug, pulling away just as fast and crossing the glass bridge behind me. "You won't regret this! I'll meet you outside the compound at 7!" He called over his shoulder as I watched him walk away.

'What did I just get myself into?'

(3rd Person) Tony had a pep in his step as he walked toward the exit of the building. His mind was moving at so many miles per second as he thought about all the fun dates he had been planning ever since he gained a crush on the attractive agent of SHIELD.

Is it really any wonder that he would fall for her though? She was the most beautiful and amazing girl he had ever seen with her long hair, fitted outfit, and confident stature.

She was completely his type and speak of the devil, there she was. The dress Ray had chosen for herself showed off her figure in just the right way and Tony almost stepped back in shock and awe. Outside of undercover missions, he had never seen her in anything so fancy.

"Ready to go, beautiful?" he asked, offering his arm to Ray in a gentlemanly manner, which to his delight was accepted. "You and I have a fun night ahead of us."

"What do you have planned?"

As Ray looked at her date under the light of the fading sunset, she was suprised to find that she found him incredibly attractive in this kind of outfit. She didn't typically see him in clothes other than casual t-shirts with jeans, the occasional tank top with sweat pants, and the special occasion Iron Man suit he wore out on missions.

Many woman would kill to be the reason he dressed up so nicely and Ray couldn't deny how lucky she felt in that moment. Anyone could see that Tony was clearly excited for their outing and this made his date a little flustered. "Date number one is gonna be a bit more fancy then you're probably used to. Everything's been set up so we have a reservation at this really good Italian restraunt in the city." Bit by bit, Tony was getting her very excited for their outing, not that she'd admit it out loud, but she couldn't stop a smirk from creeping up onto her face. "You really out did yourself, didn't you Stark?"

"Can't have you bored on our first date now can we?" Ray shrugged as she was led away to the fancy black car that Tony picked out as your ride for the night. Electric lights shown through the windows as he drove, the beautiful sight of the city greeting Ray's eyes as she watched everything fall behind them.

As that time, while they were driving, the multi-billionare man couldn't really stop himself from looking at her every so often. Tony still couldn't believe that it had actually managed to get this far with Ray. Of course, he hoped that one day she would agree to at least one date, but he managed to get an entire MONTH of dates. Rarely would he be so dang excited for something like this, but tonight was special and he was gonna make sure that Ray knew how much she really meant to him by the end of the month.

Creating every activity for their outings would be difficult but at the end of the day, he would just be happy to be with her, even if it was as simple as a picnic on a hill. Anything for her, as he had said before, and he meant it. The fact that he was rich definately helped his case.

He hoped to make this a night to remember.

-time skip-

"The look on the waitresses face when you walked in though!" Laughed Ray, the two of them reminiscing their experience during the drive home. "I don't think she knew about the reservation." Tony's presence had caused a bit of panic among the restaurant, but it was hilarious. "Oh yeah, I could've sworn one if them was trying to secretly take pictures, but the flash went off."

Both if them were giddy and had clearly had an amazing time, neither of them quite ready to let the night be over. Over all, the first date went well. The food was amazing (as Italian food typically is), the building was relatively quiet (other than the whispers from the staff) which was a nice change of pace from the busy SHIELD HQ, and they left happy and full.

When they arrived back at the base, Tony led Ray out of the car, arms linked like before. "So," he said as he looked at her, "We have a whole month of this stuff. It won't always be this fancy, but I think you'll have fun."

Ray smirked, looking at the rich man beside her. "We'll see, Stark." Tony then asked a question, his eyes dead serious, yet loving.

"Will you be mine?"

"No."

Her answer was simple and not unusual, still her admirer was a bit disappointed. Just as quickly though, he smiled at her. "Heh, we'll see about that. Good Night, Miss Rawls." He took her hand and kissed the back of it before walking back to his car and driving away.

And so, every day after that for a month, the two of them went out, sometimes at different hours but usually it was within the classic evening date hours. It brought joy to both of them that when they left the date location there would be a sky full of stars waiting for them. It turned out that both of them had a love for the late evening stars and on a few occasions they would spend extra time together just stargazing.

Everyday however, there remained one constant thing. Every day, Tony would ask Ray if she would be his and every day she would say no. Slowly, he was losing hope. The next day would be their last date. Ray never once, despite all his efforts, had said yes to him wanting to be with her officially.

He looked out of the window of his office and thought about what he could do. Nothing really came to mind though. He had done so much with her over the past month. Eating at restaurants, random thrills like skydiving and an amusement park, even the simple things like picnics and going to the beach had already been used. Even through all of those memories, she still refused to be with him.

Tony looked down, feeling sadder than he had in a long time. Maybe Steve was right. If Ray hadn't said yes by now, she likely never would say yes in the future. He had to wipe his eyes to prevent any tears from falling.

'I guess I'll just let her go early.'

Tony picked up his phone, looking at his lockscreen as he turned the device on. It was a picture of Ray in a field, smiling in a red sun dress with the light shining on her so perfectly it took his breath away. He frowned, remembering when he took that picture. On their 15th date, Tony had taken Ray to the beach, and then had a picnic nearby on a grassy piece of land. She looked so happy and he couldn't help but love her even more in that moment.

He couldn't believe he would never get to do anything like that with her again. He tapped his password into his phone and tapped Ray's texting number.

<Tony> We need to talk

It didn't take long for her to reply.

<🖤Ray🖤> No nickname? That's new. What's up?

<Tony> You don't have to go out with me anymore

<🖤Ray🖤> I though tomorrow was the last day

<Tony> It is, but I shouldn't have forced you to go out out me in the first place. I won't bother you again. I'm sorry for wasting your time

<🖤Ray🖤> Tony, you never forced me to do anything. I said I would take your deal. Let's go out one more time. Just for fun. Ok?

Tony was on the verge of tears again. She wanted to see the deal through? No. This didn't mean anything.

<Tony> Alright <Tony> Make sure to dress casual. <Tony> See you tomorrow.

The message was left on [seen], but that was enough for him. The next day seemed to drag on, the coming dread of the final outing eating away at Tony's heart and concious until he finally got in the car to pick her up.

When he arrived, Ray exited her house in comfy navy blue jeans, a white t-shirt, and a purple sweater. It was a good look for her.  Heck, he loved her and doubted anything would change that, even if he could never flirt with her or ask her out again. He would always love his darling Ray.

"Tonight will be kind of a simple mish mash if that's okay with you." He said, sheepishly looking at her. His heart skipped a beat as she smiled and nodded.

They went through a Burger King drive through and ordered a ton of food. Afterwards, he drove her to the beach, dark and beautiful in the pale moonlight and stary skies.The two of them set up a picnic blanket and ate their food in a comfortable yet awkward silence.

"I've had a lot of fun this past month." Ray broke the silence and Tony looked up at her and away from his cheese burger. "I don't think I've ever enjoyed a date, or really any past dates as much as the ones you took me on. Thank you for that."

He nodded. "I had fun too. I've never been so serious about a relationship before, so it was a nice change of pace to see the same pretty girl with me every night."

A light pink blush spread across Ray's face at the compliment and they finally got to a normal conversation.

Though the day seemed to be so long before. Their last date went by too quickly and both of them didn't want the night to end. However it wasn't quite over.

As they walked back to the car, two masked thugs jumped out from behind it and began to fire guns at the couple. Ray was hit in the hand and Tony barely managed to dodge. A third man tried to kidnap the multi-billionare only to be kicked in the face by an injured Ray as Tony activated a portable Iron Man glove and shot down the other two.

When they got in the car, which thankfully still worked and drove fine, Tony, panicking, quickly drove to the SHEILD Base for immediate medical attention. Fortunately, the hand that Ray was injured on wasn't her dominant hand so she would still be able to work.

The pair walked out into the main entrance and Ray prepared to leave, but looked at Tony expectantly. "What's wrong?" He asked, looking back at her. "Does it still hurt?"

"No. My hand feels fine. It's just.. you aren't going to ask me?"

"What? Ask you what?"

"If I'll be yours? You always ask me that at the end of a date."

"Oh, well, you always say no, and especially after tonight.. no I don't think I should ask you again."

"Ask me."

"Pardon?"

"Ask me. One more time. The night doesn't feel complete without it."

Tony was hesitant. He didn't want his heart to be broken again. However, she was looking at him so expectantly, he supposed he could just prepare for the inevitable rejection.

"Will you.. will you be mine?"

Tony didn't even wait for a response. He turned away and began to leave when he felt a hand on his shoulder. Turning around, the girl he loved was smiling at him with shining eyes. Tony's mind was racing but all his thoughts stopped as she leaned forward and planted a chaste kiss to his cheek.

"Maybe."

With that she turned around and left the building, leaving a stunned and blushing Tony Stark behind.

"What.. what just happened?" Came a familiar voice. As he turned around, Tony noticed Steve watching Ray's retreating figure with a shocked and confused expression.

Tony began to smile and pressed his hand to his warm cheek.

"I won."

Can't wait for more ego content this year!

Ngl, I like the regular fluffy black haired and disco dancing Wilford better. What do you guys think?

He knows 😳

You can count on me, Captain.

AHWM Illinois Jones x female reader - Come Back

Illinois Jones, the famous adventurer and treasure hunter, is a jerk. You can tell by meeting him. However, when you get to know him, that fact is solidified and nailed to your brain. You, of course, knew this by heart and learned it every time your heart decided to beat for him. Even now, you watched as he flirted with one of the women in the hotel you two were staying in.

You, Miss (Y/n) (L/n), were his latest partner and a fellow explorer. Like Illinois, you enjoyed the thrill of the hunt and the rush of excitement when a treasure was found or put back in its long lost home. This was actually how you two had met.

It was a complete accident. You had found a rare treasure, a crystal monkey and were traveling to return it to its temple. As you entered the cave, a boulder rolled right past you, followed quickly by Illinois Jones himself. At first glance, he was just a random explorer, but after he introduced himself, your eyes widened. 

At the time you had only heard about him, not seen any pictures or met him before. “It’s an honor to meet you sir, my name is (Y/n) (L/n).” He smirked and winked, making your face flush pink. “Nice to meet you, gorgeous. Now, what is a fine lady like you doing down here?” 

“I’m an explorer like you, but not as well known. I’m here to try to return this crystal monkey to its home temple.” Illinois’s eyes had widened in surprise, seeing the rare and valuable artifact in the hands of another explorer. “You did your research then. The temple is around here somewhere. If you’d like, you can travel with me and I’ll help you get there. What do you say, m’lady?” 

At the time, you were giddy with excitement and eagerly agreed to follow him. This led to the two of you being welcomed into monkey heaven and receiving a diamond and golden banana. (Illinois still doesn’t know that the “rock” he had received was a huge diamond. He gave it to you and you were able to put it away in a safe place for later.) After that, you parted ways and then met again, this time both of you coincidentally searching for the Jewel of Jatan, another rare artifact that historians would kill to get their hands on. 

“Ah, you again. Don’t tell me you love me so much that you’re stalking me. Heh, not that I would mind.” You had blushed and rolled your eyes. “In your dreams. I’m searching for the Jewel of Jatan, what about you?” Illinois got closer, almost touching you as he spoke. “I am too. Let’s work together. No reason why a beauty like you should travel alone. What do you say, partner?” You were hooked. Together you found the jewel and credit was given to both of you in return. (Most of it went to Illinois as most people just thought you were his assistant. It did bother you a little, but you didn’t complain at the time.)

After that, you both became inseparable. You officially traveled with Illinois Jones all around the world, hunting for rare treasures all while you slowly fell in love with the handsome explorer despite his constant warnings not to. However, a person like him really put the concept of love to the test. 

You watched him now, across the room, as he flirts openly with one of the ladies at the hotel you two were renting a room at. The woman blushes, giggling as he lift her chin up, giving her the same look a husband gives his wife. Your heart panged with jealousy and the food you ordered in the cafe section finally arrived. You quickly ate the meal, which seemed to lose its flavor as you struggled to hold back tears, and left, not bothering to give your partner another glance. 

A half hour later, Illinois entered the room. “Heeeey sweetheart! You finished and left before I even ate my food. You feeling alright?” You didn’t want to talk to him. Your heart couldn’t take it. He walked over, kneeling in front of you, catching your gaze with his shining eyes. You looked away, and back at the book you were reading. Illinois forced the book down so you could see him. 

“I was reading that.” You said bitterly, glaring at the explorer. “It’s not going anywhere.” He said gently, winking at you flirtatiously. “I don’t care. Let me read my book.” 

“Why don’t you talk to me instead. I did ask a question, beautiful.” 

“Y’know what? You wanna talk, fine let’s talk.” You closed the book and glared at him. “What is your problem?” Illinois seemed surprised at your outburst, but happy that he finally got all of your attention. “I was wondering why you left before we could eat together.” He said, standing up and moving so that he could sit down across from you. 

“I was hungry and wasn’t gonna wait for you to stop flirting with that woman before I could eat. I like my dinner warm, thank you very much.” 

“Oh, come on. I wasn’t talking with her that long.” 

You glared at him, wanting to leave the room. “You spent the entire time after you ordered food talking to that lady. That was approximately 20 minutes. You were still with her when I finished eating, which was around 10 minutes. All together, that’s around half an hour, so yes, you were talking with her for a long time.” Illinois gave you a dismissive look. “So what? That’s perfectly fine! Nothing wrong with talking to a beautiful lady.” 

That was your breaking point. “I’m done.” You stood up to leave. He did too, looking very confused. “What? What do you mean ‘I’m done.’?” You grabbed your backpack and began to put your belongings inside of it. “I’m done with your bull, I’m done with your flirting, I’m done with being your “partner”, and I’m done with you.” Your ex partner looked shocked. “W-what? Wait, what do you mean by that?”

You quickly finished and looked over at him. “I’m done with you playing with my emotions, Illinois Jones. Ever since we met you’ve been giving me mixed signals. You flirt with me, you flirt with another girl, you flirt with me, you flirt with another girl. I’m done! And I’m especially done with taking less than half credit for a discovery that I did half the work for.”

Illinois was trying to process all of this. You were leaving? “Now, let’s just talk this out okay? It’s just mindless harmless fun! I’m a flirty guy, it’s in my nature, it’s in my blood!” 

“It’s not harmless. It’s very harmful, you’ve probably broken more hearts than you’ve ever kept! That lady that you were flirting with will probably be heartbroken when you leave without a trace!” 

The fellow explorer rubbed his neck uncomfortably. “That lady.. She actually had a boyfriend already.” 

“And that’s another thing! You never check to see if the girls you flirt with are in relationships! You’re absolutely despicable! When will you start realizing that the world doesn’t revolve around you and that you aren’t entitled to everything!” 

Illinois didn’t say anything. He was shocked. You had never talked to him like this before. “(Y/n).. sweetheart, please, we’re partners we have to-” 

“Don’t ‘sweetheart’ me! I’m not your sweetheart and I’m not your partner anymore. I hate you. I’m leaving, you’re on your own.” With that last sentence and with a shocked and hurting Illinois Jones reaching out for your retreating figure, you closed the door, quickly paying for your room and leaving. 

Back with Illinois, he was devastated. He had just lost another partner. This time, you had just quit, not because the adventures were too scary, but because you suddenly hated him. The famous explorer placed his left hand over his heart. Why did it hurt so much?

He went over the argument in his head and shook his head. “No. I’m not gonna be upset over this. She’s just another girl. She doesn’t matter.” No matter how many times he said this to himself, he couldn’t bring himself to truly believe it. 

Night fell soon enough and Illinois climbed into bed. “G’night, (Y/n).” He said softly, but there was no reply. ‘Oh.. that’s right.” He thought sadly, as he looked over at the empty bed beside his own. His heart felt like it was tearing itself in two as he laid down, looking away. “Just forget about her. She isn’t worth the tears.” He murmured to himself.

He hardly slept a wink that night. 

The next morning he woke up exhausted and not well rested. He blamed it on the argument and (Y/n)’s hurtful words. Never mind that. Today was a new day and he had a new goal in mind. Search for the Lost City of Gold. He remembered (Y/n) talking about it, her gorgeous (e/c) eyes sparkling with excitement. Illinois remembered how he was instantly captivated by her eyes. She was so beautiful. When he called her gorgeous, he meant it. Every single word. When did she start to think otherwise?

Illinois began to enter a cave, no longer used to the sound of only one pair of footsteps resonating through the empty cavern. The farther he went in, the more he wanted to leave. He wanted to talk to someone. No, not someone, (Y/n). He wanted to hear her voice. He wanted to be near her, feel her presence and be comforted by her. He didn’t want to be alone anymore. 

There, in the middle of the cave, Illinois Jones sat down and began to cry. He finally accepted everything that had happened and let himself learn the truth. It was all his fault. It was his fault that his partner, his darling (Y/n), had left. It was all his fault for making her feel the pain of constant betrayal. He always told his partners and others not to fall in love with him, but now he had gone and fallen in love with the person who now hated him. Everything had been his fault.

She was right. The world didn’t revolve around him and it never did.

When the last of his tears left his eyes, Illinois let out one final choked sob and stood up. He could feel the treasure nearby, but it didn’t seem nearly as exciting and important as it originally did. Illinois quickly left the cave with a new mission: Find (Y/n).

For the next few months, he began searching for his lost partner. He learned that she was finding artifacts, both rare and more common, without him, gaining full credit for the discoveries. Her words echoed in his head, “I’m especially done with taking less than half credit for a discovery that I did half the work for!” She was finally getting the credit she had always deserved. 

He spent a night in a new hotel and there were some beautiful ladies there. ‘Why not have some fun?’ He thought, about to make his way over to them, when he remembered (Y/n)’s words. “It’s not harmless. It’s very harmful, you’ve probably broken more hearts than you’ve ever kept!” He leaves the girls alone, waiting for his food, alone at his table. 

The girls came over to him on their own accord, beginning to flirt and fangirl over him. Normally, he would be elated and flirt back, but he found himself not really attracted to them. He made small talk and a few random compliments, but no flirting. 

Soon, news came that the rising explorer extraordinaire (Y/n) (L/n) was in the area that Illinois recognized as the place that the two of them had fought. The place that his heart broke. He hopped on the first flight he could catch. He ran as fast as he could to the familiar hotel, the place that was rumored to be the temporary home to his darling. 

Looking around, his eyes land on a familiar (h/c) female. His heart felt like it was going to beat out of his chest. “(Y/n)!” He called, moving through the crowd to see her, but stopping when a figure came over to her, handing her a drink. Another man, someone he had never seen before, was chatting, laughing with (Y/n). Illinois was annoyed and saddened by this, his jealousy turning to anger as the man became touchy with her, placing his hands on her hips and leaning forward.

Illinois snapped and wrapped his arms around his partner’s familiar frame. “Hands off my woman.”

The man looked at him in shock, and (Y/n) looked up at her ex partner in shock. “I-Illinois?” Said man took her hand and led her outside, leading the struggling female into an alley where he finally let her go, already missing her touch. “Illinois, what the hecc was that? Why are you even here?” 

He couldn’t even really answer her question. He was just so relieved that she was there in the first place. There in front of him, where he could finally hold her, love her. He wrapped her in a tight hug, not wanting to let go. However, (Y/n) struggled against it and got free. “What are you doing here, Illinois?” She asked again and this time he had to answer.

“I missed you, darling! When I heard you were here, I came as fast as I could.”

(Y/n) glared and pressed a finger to his lips, which made his cheeks tint pink. “No no no. None of those nicknames. You need to stop, Illinois. I’m done with you. I’m not your partner anymore.”

Illinois grabbed her hand, holding it urgently. “Please, hear me out. I made a huge mistake the last time we saw each other. You were right. I was a selfish, and self absorbed jerk. I’ve hurt so many people just because I wanted attention. Worst of all, I hurt you, which is something I can’t forgive myself for. Please, forgive me. I want to be partners again.” (Y/n) shook her head, Illinois’s heart dropping. 

“No. No, Illinois. It’s not as simple as that. I’m glad you apologized, but that won’t change anything. Being partners requires more than just apologies. There needs to be trust. I can’t trust you. I can’t let myself get hurt again.”

Illinois couldn’t hold himself back any longer. He pinned (Y/n) to the wall, kissing her on the lips. 

(Y/n) was shocked and didn’t kiss back at first. Even after all this time, after all the heartbreak he had put her through, her cheeks still heated up and her heart felt like it was going to break out of her ribcage. After all this time, she still loved Illinois Jones. Her eyes fluttered close, finally kissing the man that captured her heart. 

Illinois let out a small moan, loving the feeling of her lips on his. This was something he never thought would happen. He had fallen head over heels for someone, and that someone was his partner. His (Y/n).

When they pulled away, slightly out of breath, (Y/n) looked up at him. “Illinois..” His name left her lips as barely a whisper. “(Y/n).. I love you so much. Losing you was the worst thing that has ever happened to me. Please, come back. Be my partner again. I’ll never take more credit than I’m due. I won’t flirt with other people. I don’t care if you don’t love me back, just please.. come back to me.”

(Y/n)’s lips met his again and this time, his arms wrapped around her, leaning against her and the wall. “Illinois, I love you too..” she murmured, “that’s why I was so upset when you would flirt with other women. I couldn’t take it.”

“I’m so sorry, darling. Gosh I hate that I did that to you. I’ll never hurt you again. I’ll give up treasure hunting before I do.” (Y/n) laughed softly, “So… never?” Illinois leaned his forehead against her. “Maybe. It’s debatable. I gave up a hunt for the lost city of gold to find you. I never want to explore without you again. You’re the greatest treasure I could ever find, and I almost lost you forever.”

(Y/n) cupped his cheeks in her hands and gazed lovingly into his chocolate brown eyes. “You won’t have to worry about that anymore. As long as you never hurt me again, you won’t be alone again. I love you, Illinois.”

"I love you too, my treasure."

Meet Glass Girl (but you can just call her GG)! She's my cuphead oc. Her designed is based on a wine glass (hence the red wine hair) but with a more comfortable clothing style. This reminds me of a glass of wine after a hard day at work (you just want to be comfortable).

For those wondering how she has "hair", I am a fan of the "Bendy and Boris and the Quest for the Ink Machine" comic series. In that series, Cuphead actually has the liquid in his head styled like hair. This is the same deal.

For every Ying there's a Yang..

Doppio x Reader - My Darling

It would be any day now. Trish had been handed over into the care of a gang and was now traveling with them to Rome. When they eventually arrived, they would all die by the boss's hands, even his own daughter.

Doppio knew this. He knew many things but mostly this and he hated it. He did care about Trish, he really did, but there was nothing he could do about it. She was doomed to die, along with those who swore to protect her. The boss never failed a task. He was the leader of the Italian mafia after all.

"Doppio," came a soft voice from the doorway to his study. "What's wrong? You're positively shaking." This voice belonged to (Y/n), Doppio's darling and his wife, the mother of Trish. "N-nothing." He replied, turning around to see her. "Nothing is wrong. It's just. uhh... the stress of finding a new capo. Since Polpo died, we haven't found anyone to replace him."

(Y/n) sat down, frowning. "You and I both know that's a lie. It doesn't take that much effort or time to give someone a promotion to capo. What's actually wrong? Is it Trish? Did something happen?"

Doppio couldn't tell her. He couldn't reveal to his darling wife that their only daughter was on a hit list and was doomed to die. It would break both of their hearts.

"No. Trish is fine, I promise." He took (Y/n)'s hands into his own, trying to reassure both of them that everything would turn out okay. "I'm sorry. Trish is on her way to Rome, but I just don't want you to worry about her and-"

A soft hand on his cheek stopped him.

Doppio looked his wife in the eyes as she smiled at him. "You're worried about her safety just like I am. You don't need to carry that burden alone." She hugged him, nuzzling his neck affectionately. "Trish is a strong girl. I'm sure she'll be fine. She is our daughter after all."

Doppio smiled nodding as he embraced the woman he loved. "You're right. I'm sure Trish will be - DOTRUTRUTRUTRU!" He stopped himself as he felt a call incoming. Looking around for the "phone", he found it in the form of a hardcover copy of Great Expectations.

"Hello? Boss?" Behind him, (Y/n) sighed, missing the warmth of her husband already. She understood that Doppio couldn't ignore the call of his boss, but that didn't mean it wasn't annoying and usually had bad timing.

She also understood that when she married Doppio, she also married the boss, Diavolo.

Doppio left the room, (Y/n) not able to pick up on what they were saying. This did nothing to sooth her worry about her daughter. Her husband wasn't really supposed to reveal too much information to her as it put her in danger. If Trish was in danger, Doppio wouldn't be allowed to say very much about it.

(Y/n)'s stand, Pink Floyd, appeared, consoling her user. "She's in danger. I can feel it." The Mrs. said, feeling down. Her stand said nothing, hugging (Y/n) from behind and as she leaned into the spirit's touch, Doppio returned.

"Dearest, the boss needs me to travel to Rome. I'm going to meet Trish and her companions there." Pink Floyd dissapeared and (Y/n) smiled. "I'm so glad! That means she'll be home soon." She said this but couldn't ignore the sinking feeling pooling in her stomach.

Doppio smiled happily and nodded, but it seemed fake. "I need to pack and leave in the morning. Will you help me?" (Y/n) nodded and left with him to their shared bedroom.

The next day, the lovers tearfully parted ways. (Y/n) waved goodbye as Doppio drove away, heading for the airport. "I'll tell him when he comes back." She thought, placing a hand on her stomach and walking back into the house.

Days later, there was a knock on the door. (Y/n) excitedly opened the door to reveal a pink haired woman. "Trish!" She exclaimed, hugging her daughter however, this excitement quickly faded. "Where's your father?" (Y/n) had noticed that Trish had come in a taxi that was now driving away.

The pinkette looked away, her eyes filling with tears. "I.. he.. the Boss, Diavolo.. he tried to kill us. They're both dead, mom.."

(Y/n) dropped to the ground. Her darling Doppio was gone. Tears fell, unable to be stopped. That night, (Y/n) lay in her bed, alone, yearning for the embrace of her husband. "I'll take care of them. I'll take care of your children, Darling. I promise."

As she murmured this and fell asleep, (Y/n) could've swore she felt the airy embrace of Doppio hugging her from behind just like he loved to do.

Should I change my pfp to this?

I'm not obsessed with the Ipliers. I'm not drawing them so often I hardly need references to draw them. I'm okay. I'm fine...

Frick..

This is G. Garmadon (the G is for my actual name but I don't want to reveal that part of the name). She's an OC of mime for Ninjago. She's the first born daughter of Lord Garmadon and the Mistriss of Dragons.

Eventually, she officially joins the ninja (eventually becoming the grey ninja even though she prefers Black) during the events of the Mega Weapon arc. However, she takes a lot of time learning to trust them (she didn't really have anyone growing up and spent most of her time trying to keep Lloyd safe during his time at Darklies boarding school.)

My design for G. gives her a tough-girl look and feel. I would think the first people whom she trusts in the ninja group is Cole and Nya because of how similar the three of them are.

Because of her powers, the angrier she gets, the more she starts to look like a dragon (until she calms down). Until she reaches her true potential, she isn't able to control her dragon transformation. The last picture is what her full dragon form looks like.

First time drawing Wilford but I think I did well. Dark will always be my favorite of the Iplier egos though.

I CAN'T STOP THINKING ABOUT THEM!! SEND HELP!!!

I went back through the Markiplier choose your own adventure series starting with Who Killed Markiplier all the way to In Space with Markiplier.

So naturally, I had this cute entity stuck in my head and had to draw him. I had honestly forgotten how much I loved him 🖤

Yugi Mutou x Disney Descendants!Reader - Card Queen

For Yugi, life was getting boring. He had recently earned himself the title of King of Games thanks to his spirit friend Yami, and his friend, Joey, was finally going to be able to pay for his sister's eye surgery. However, everyday just seemed to be the same. Wake up, go to school, see his friends, be challenged to a duel, go home, help Grandpa with the game shop, go to sleep, and repeat. There was nothing new or really fun anymore, even with the spirit around.

For (Y/n), life was getting boring. Her friends had left to go to some goody two-shoes school in another country, her mother wanted her to get a boyfriend, and no one shared or peaked her interest. She was a master of card games but no one would play with her. There was nothing to do anymore other than mess with any random chump who decided to get in her way. (Y/n) was the daughter of the Queen of Hearts and the Headless Horseman so what did that mean other than that no one would really approach her.

For both of them, there needed to be a change of pace.

-(Yugi's POV)-

"Hey Yuug! Did ya hear there's gonna be a new student coming to the school?" I looked up from my dazed state and looked at Joey in confusion. "Really?" Tristan smiled and nodded excitedly, "Yup! Apparently she's really good at card games!" I nodded, looking back down at my desk. Looks like it'll be the same old thing again.

"Alright everyone," called the teacher as he entered into the classroom, "As you all might've heard we have a new student. Please treat her nicely. Come on in and introduce yourself." I looked up in time to see a beautiful girl with (H/C) hair walk in. "Heyo everyone! The name's (Y/n) Heartman. I enjoy card games so if any of you want to play a game, I'll gladly play. Hope we can get along."

I could hardly keep my eyes off of her. She was gorgeous. "Alright, (Y/n) go take a seat in the back next to Joey. Joey raise your hand." I felt something in me tighten. My heart. Why did Joey of all people get to sit next to her? As she walked passed my desk, I was shocked when she looked at me in the eye, and winked. I could feel my face heat up and Tristan smirked at me, giving a look that could only mean one thing: "You lucked out, man."

- Time Skip -

As the bell rang, signaling the end of class, Joey started talking to (Y/n). It actually sounded like he was challenging her to a duel. "You said you'd gladly play so how about you duel my pal Yugi over there? He's the King of Games!" She seemed confused. "Who's Yugi?" I turned away quickly in my seat as Joey point me out.

The sound of a chair moving away from it's matching desk sounded in the classroom and I became stiff as a board when (Y/n) appeared in front of my desk. "Hey there! Do we have time for a quick game before our next class?" Joey shrugged. "Next class is free period since the teach's out sick. So.. yea I think so." The (H/C) female nodded. "Alright then, would you like to duel?"

I nodded nervously and Tea walked over, putting a hand on my shoulder. "You don't have to duel her if you don't want! Joey wasn't being considerate. "I can take over for you if you want." Came the voice of my spirit friend, Yami. "No. It's fine."

"I.. I kinda want to duel her on my own."

With that, she whipped out a duel monster deck and shuffled them. I did the same and simultaneously, we set up the game. Tea looked behind me and smiled, walking over beside Joey. "He's got a good starting hand. He might be able to win this quickly." I frowned, was she trying to be quiet? It wasn't working. "You never know. We've never faced her before so we don't know what her deck's like." Replied Joey and Tea rolled her eyes. "It cant be that powerful. I mean, she looks and acts like a big shot beginner."

"It's rude to talk about someone like that, especially when you know they can hear you." Came the cool voice of (Y/n) as she placed two cards face down. Tea rolled her eyes again and the game continued. "Alright, I'll place two cards face down and summon Celtic Guardian in defense mode! Your turn!"

(Y/n) drew a card and smiled. "Alright then, I'll play Full On Assault to switch your Celtic Guardian into Attack mode then summon my Queen's Knight in Attack mode. I'll attack your monster for 100 life points off of your own! Your turn."

Yugi: 1900 (Y/n): 2000

I was surprised, as were we all. Queen's Knight wasn't a very common card so the fact that she got it out and was attacking it was quite shocking. "Oh well, try this on for size! Next I'll play my Curse of Dragon to attack your Queen's Knight!"

I shouldn't have done that.

"You just activated my Trap Card!" (Y/n) flipped over one of her face down cards and smiled. "Scrap-Iron Scarecrow! Your attack is negated and I'm able to set this card face down again! I draw, and summon King's Knight. Thanks to the special ability of the King and Queen's Knights, I can also summon the Jack's Knight. Now I sacrifice all of them to summon my favorite card! I summon the Card Deck Dragon!"

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"The Card Deck Dragon?!" That card was in the rarity levels alongside the Blue Eyes White Dragon and the Red Eyes Black Dragon! (Y/n) smiled. "Yup! This is my baby! Since you have more monsters in your graveyard, my monster gets its defense points raised by 500! Also, I'll attack your monster to lower your life points again, but this time by 500! And for good measure I'll play Cemetery Bomb for an additional 200 damage.

Yugi: 1200 (Y/n): 2000

"Okay.. I'll draw and summon Gaia the Fierce Knight in attack mode. Next I'll put a card face down and play the spell card Swords of Revealing Light!" Her eyes widened and she frowned. "Should've seen that coming. That was a good play, Yugi!" I blushed and hid my face behind my cards. "Th-thanks.." Why was I being so bashful? This was strange. I mean, I was sometimes like this around girls, but this was to a whole new level. "I'll end my turn there."

(Y/n) nodded and drew a card. She seemed to be planning something but couldn't put it in play because she couldn't attack. Finally, she placed a card down. "I'll play Lord of Dragons in Attack mode and end my turn." That was confusing. Why would she leave a card like that out in the open. I fortunately had a trap card that could negate her face down card, but did I really want to risk it? Sure why not?

"I'll draw and attack your Lord of Dragons with my Fierce Knight."

Yugi: 1200 (Y/n): 900

(Y/n) began to smile. "Alright then. Remind me how many turns I have left before I can attack?" I tilted my head in confusion. "Two. Why?" She smirked and drew a card, placing it into her hand and revealing a Spell card. "I play Mystical Space Typhoon and wipe away your Swords of Revealing Light. Thanks to this, I can attack your Knight with my Dragon. For a grand total of 500 life points."

Yugi: 700 (Y/n): 900

"EH? What're you tryna pull? It's only 200 life points!" Said Joey about to get in (Y/n)'s face but I stopped him. "No, Joey. She's right. I just realized it too. One of the special abilities of the Card Deck Dragon gives it a boost in power in a certain circumstance. It's what makes it so powerful"

(Y/n) nodded. "Yup! The ability is called Dealer's Advantage. If the user has more monsters in their graveyard than their opponent, then CDD gets an Attack boost of 500! If the opponent has more monsters in their graveyard, then CDD gets a Defense boost of 500. Those stats add and subtract based on how the game changes."

"No way! That's crazy!" Said Tea. "Where did you get such a powerful card from?" (Y/n) shrugged. "It was a present from my dad. I'm known as the Queen of Cards back home so when I was first getting into the game, my dad found good cards so I could build my deck. Anyway, it's your turn, Yugi."

"R-right." I drew a card and frowned. At the moment, I couldn't take down her dragon, not only that, but her face down card was the biggest problem. I would need to sacrifice my face down card to get this right. "I play Heavy Storm and take away all trap and spell cards in play." (Y/n) smiled. "Nice!" She put the card in her graveyard and looked at me expectantly. "Alright then, I'll place one card face down and summon my Dark Magician in Attack Mode!"

(Y/n)'s eyes widened. "A Dark Magician?! No way! Those cards are wicked awesome!" I blushed hard, hiding once again behind my cards. "I-it's my favorite card." She smiled kindly. "I can see why! Not only is it rare, but it's incredibly powerful! Especially when combined with the Dark Magician Girl!" I nodded excitedly. I wasn't used to people being THIS into the game like I was.

"Alright, I draw, lay down one card face down and end my turn." I blinked in surprise. I was expecting something more. "Alright. I'll draw and place down the Dark Magician Girl in Attack Mode. Finally, I play the Spell card Dark Magic Twin Burst to destroy your life points and your dragon!"

"Not so fast! I reveal my face down card! Attack and Receive! This attacks your life points directly costing you 700 Life Points!" The duel was over.

The two of us stared at each other. Technically speaking, it was a dead tie. Both attacks landed the blows to each other's life points which dropped them both down to solid zeros.

"Wait", said Joey in confusion, "Did.. did Yugi just lose?" Tea was at a loss for words. "No." was all I could say. I didn't look away from (Y/n) and I began to smile. "It was a tie. Both of us won and lost." (Y/n) looked extremely pleased and her (E/C) eyes shone brightly as she blushed happily. Just then, the tense air was broken by the school bell. During the duel, an entire free period had gone by.

Tea sighed. "We'd better get to our next classes." Joey nodded and the two of them left the classroom. As I was about to leave, after cleaning up my cards, a hand stopped me. "Yugi, I want you to have this." (Y/n) stood behind me, holding out a card.

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"This card, if you chose to use it, can help you get out your magician faster." I looked at the card and then at (Y/n). "I'm honored that you would give this to me, but why are you doing it?" The girl smiled. "You deserve it. Not only that, but thanks to you, I've finally met my match! You don't realize how happy that makes me. I've never tied with or lost to anyone before."

I was shocked. "R-really?" She nodded. "Yeah. I'm glad to know that I can finally have a good match. Let's duel again sometime!" I nodded happily. "Yes! That would be awesome!" (Y/n) smiled again and began to leave the classroom but I called after her. "By the way, since neither of us lost the duel, but both of us lost, I guess you're the Queen of Games now." She looked at me an then laughed. "Maybe not of all Games. I'm happy with being the Card Queen for now. See ya around Yugi!"

With that, she was gone.

I smiled happily, clutching the card she had given me. Life had just gotten a lot more interesting.

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