#ruined date

[michela-kiwicocco]

Snake jay I want you again in the show

[kply-industries]

[inkygemuwu]

Anonymous asked: “Can we get a part 2 of the possessive villain being interested in the hero’s lover?? (Luv your writing btw 🤍)”

Anonymous asked: “Continuation of the possessive villain and the hero’s lover??? You’re writing is ✨AMAZING✨”

A continuation of this ficlet of mine.

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“Good evening, darling.” the villain said, voice all honeyed. “Did you miss me?”

“Certainly not.” said the hero’s lover with crossed arms.

They were in the restaurant’s fancy bathroom, where the hero was left in their table waiting for their partner to wash their hands and return, only to have the villain make a sudden, unwelcome, appearance.

It has only been a few weeks since that little incident where they were kidnapped, and honestly they completely forgot about the villain. They were happy with their hero the whole time, happy with their date, untill this idiot had to waltz in.

“I miss you too.” the villain said, ignoring the lover’s choleric and piercing gaze.

The lover’s blood boiled. How could the villain be in this restaurant of all places? And what the hell are they doing inside the bathroom with the lover? “You better not be planning some evil non sense. I’m on a date.” the lover said in a harshly cold tone.

The villain’s mocking expression twisted, and there was this glint in the villain’s eyes that the lover couldn’t quite figure out its nature.

“A date alone? With them? Darling, you could have invited me. I would be flattered.” the villain said.

“Yes, with them.” the lover took a few wary steps back as the villain prowled closer to them, gaze hungry. “What, jealous? Because I snatched your beloved hero who is clearly not interested in you away from yo–”

The villain shoved them against the wall, hands on either sides of the lover’s head. They gasped, wide–eyed, startled from the quick, swift movements of the villain, who was now standing above them, tall, dark, handsome.

The lover’s heart pounded, adrenaline rushing through them, alerted. They looked up at the villain, who looked down at them with an obscure gaze, the look on their face was serious, dangerous, and.. something else the lover never saw in the villain’s eyes.

“I must admit,” The villain started, ”I am certainly jealous, envious.. but not for that reason.” they tilted their head as a smirk engraved on their deadly face. “You see, I came here for a different reason than the one you assume. I had a drastic change of plans for the past few weeks.” the villain ran a finger along the lover’s paled, delicate face, and down their throat, drinking up the flinch they draw from them.

“What do you mean drastic change of plans?” the lover almost hissed. “What are you up to? Why are you here?” they managed but a weak snarl.

“I’m here,” the villain dipped their head to the lover’s ear, hot breathe sending shivers down their spine. “for you. And only you. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to have to capture you again.”

It was at that moment, the lover realised that they were too late to realise what the villain desired.

Not a prompt.

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A/N · I am terribly sorry for making you wait months to have this done. I also apologise for being inactive. I’ve been focusing on school and other things and decided to take a small break from Tumblr. I hope you understand.

[inkognito97]

Can ra's take tahl on a date since he got advice from nyssa because he needs help in the romance department with batman interrupting because ra's is kinda an international criminal.

@mostie01

Nyssa al Ghul was only able to grimace at her father’s poor efforts at seduction. He was not at all subtle and all the advice she had given him, had evaporated into nothingness. He was a nervous wreck and even someone blind could have seen it. Yet Tahl did not let it on that she notices. She was as calm and in control as always - a skill Nyssa truly admired in her - and she was so patient and understanding. It was truly sweet how well she reacted to the nervous man#s mumbling. 

But the best part was probably the joy that appeared on Ra’s features, when the woman agreed to go out with him. Nyssa was just glad that she had already taken care of everything, made reservations and prepared a helicopter for the love sick couple to fly with. A smile appeared on her features. She liked Tahl, the honey skinned woman was a good match for her father. Not only was she able to reign him in, but they completed each other. Nyssa was aware that she sounded as if she was quoting from a romance novel, but this was just the way things were…

Tahl was… uncomfortable, though no one would have guessed from the outside. Not even Ra’s seemed to notice and the man had gotten very good at reading her. But Tahl was a woman and there were always things a man would not be able to read from a woman, it was the other way around too after all. 

Still, the whole concept of going out and on ‘dates’ and in fancy restaurants, was very new to her. Jedi were not supposed to form attachments or such kind of partnerships after all, so it was understandable for her to be just a little bit nervous. She had no idea how to behave after all, or what to say. What was expected of her?

The dark haired female took a deep breath, subtle so that her companion would not notice, and she called upon the Force. Thankfully, the Force replied immediately, calming her nerves and her heart that was beating just a little bit too fast. She could do it. Ra’s loved her after all and he loved her, for you she was. That much was clear. So, why should she behave any different now? No, Tahl would stay true to herself and then nothing could go wrong, right? Later this evening, Tahl would wish that she had never asked that question.

“I’m sorry,” Ra’s mumbled and he looked more like a small puppy, who had received a harsh beating, than his usual strong and confident self. Tahl immediately felt bad for him. After all, it was NOT his fault, that Bruce Wayne - or rather Batman, as he was called - had made an appearance and openly attacked Ra’s.

Needless to say, Tahl had jumped into action and apparently Gotham’s superhero had been a little bit taken aback, by her protecting the taller man, who had been sitting on the ground with a split lip and a bleeding nose at this point. That and the fact that she had had beaten the over sized bat in combat, might have left a lasting impression on the dark hero, though Tahl was pretty sure that it was not a good impression she had left. 

“Don’t be,” she said gently and wiped the remaining blood from his face. 

Ra’s jerked away, averting her gaze. His midnight blue eyes were full of shame and sadness, it broke her heart to just look at him. Without hesitation, the honey skinned female slid closer to the distraught male and she rested against his side, her head coming to rest on his shoulder. 

Ra’s was obviously surprised by her actions. From his point of view, he had just ruined a perfectly planned date and therefore ruined her whole evening.

“You ruined nothing, everything is fine,” she reassured. There was obvious doubt in his midnight blue eyes. Tahl sighed. “In all honesty, I rather sit here with you, alone and in peace on this roof, just watching the moon and the stars, then being in that overcrowded restaurant.

Ra’s blinked at her revelation. “Do you mean it?” he put his arm around her shoulders and smiled in delight, when his companion cuddled even closer to him, seeking warmth against the cool night. 

“I don’t lie,” she said and it was true. She was truly not bothered by the fact that their ‘date’ had been ruined by a man in a bat costume. But she WAS disturbed by the fact that her partner seemingly was a highly wanted criminal, why else would Batman appear in such a crowded place?

The female Jedi moved her head so that Ra’s could not see her eyes. She wondered if she had truly done the right thing in defending Ra’s, or if she had betrayed her Jedi training. Had she truly let her growing feelings that were dangerously close to an attachment, rule over her actions? Or had it been the Force guiding her hand? She was not sure and that was probably the worst of it all. She barely stifled a sigh. It meant hours of meditation ahead of her. But for now, she just closed her eyes, contend and safe… and is she would fall asleep, then Ra’s would protect her, she knew at least that with one hundred percent accuracy.

[nonbinarybaby]

So, kinda like Yoosung and Jumin fic. How about Yoosung asking Zen out and something happens that makes Yoosung think the date went terribly but Zen loved it and rewards him with a kiss (and maybe smut??)

This one took some time to think about cause I was like “How am i gonna write a story so similar to what i’ve already written but make it different?” But I think I came up with something! :3 Hopefully you like it~ 

Also I really felt like this one didn’t need any smut (shocking, I know, right? But when I got to the point where I ended it, it felt like the end. Anything more felt like it would ruin it. So, yeah I hope you understand :3)

“Where to, Captain?” a YooZen fanfiction by Pansexualtrash.

 “This movie is horrible.”

 “I know.”

 “Why are we watching it then, exactly..?”

 Zen sighed heavily at Yoosung’s question, shifting in his position on the couch, rolling his eyes at the fake french accents coming from the actors on the TV screen.

 “What else would we do?”

 Yoosung continued staring at the screen, his head lolling to the side, tapping his fingers on the edge of the leather chair he was curled up in.

 “You’re right, I suppose.”

 There was silence for a few moments, the sounds of the movie filling the room as they both shifted uncomfortably, not sure what to do with themselves. Zen sighed again, rubbing his forehead.

 “Why does life have to be like this?”

 “Like what?”

 “Like, this-” he gestured his hands in the air dramatically, roughly towards his whole apartment in the immediate area, “sitting in my living room watching some shitty french movie instead of- I don’t know- going on dates with people I like?”

 “You could go on dates,” Yoosung spoke softly, not looking away from the TV screen, his hair hiding his face like a veil. Zen didn’t notice the change in his tone, never skipping a beat as he pressed onwards with his tirade.

 “With who? It’s not like people are lining up on my doorstep. And the fans don’t really count either- I’m not pining to go on dates with people who comment ‘please let me bear your children’ on my InstaPic photos.”

 “With me,” Yoosung’s voice was so soft in that moment- comparable to the footfalls of a mouse avoiding a cat nearby- that Zen didn’t hear it at all. He titlted his head at Yoosung, raising a brow in a questioning manner.

 “Did you say something?”

 Yoosung blushed, turning towards him, his eyebrows scrunched up in an attempt to look serious- he rather looked like he was about to cry.

 “I said, me.”

 “What about you?”

 “You said who would you go on dates with.”

 Zen blinked slowly, the realization of what was happening finally coming to him.

 “And you want me to go on a date… With you?”

 Yoosung’s face turned an even darker shade of red, his face tilting forwards, his bangs hiding more of his eyes from view.

 “Th-That’s what I said. I mean, you want to go on one right..? So why not?” He peeked up at the silver-haired male under the line of his bangs, his heart pounding in his chest, his palms clammy. He tried rubbing them on his jeans, but it didn’t stop the anxiety swirling in his chest.

 A smile curled up on Zen’s lips as he flicked his hair backwards.

 “Weren’t you always teasing me for complaining about being single?”

 Yoosung flinched, looking away, one of his hands flying up to rub his neck awkwardly. A nervous tic.

 “…I was annoyed.”

 “Why?”

 “Because I’ve been single my whole life, and… Well,” Yoosung sighed, glancing up at Zen again, his lavender eyes sparkling with tears that threatened to spill, “I liked you.”

 “Liked?”

 Yoosung sat up straight as a board, his eyes wide with horror.

 “Like! Still like, currently, not past tense!”

 Zen burst into laughter, hiding his face behind his hands as he did so. Yoosung felt like he was on fire as he watched him, his body tingling with nerves- part of him was really hoping he would just spontaneously combust- anything to avoid listening to Zen break out into full-blown hysterics after clarifying his feelings.

 Zen finally pulled himself together, sliding a hand through his hair as he smiled, letting out a breath.

 “Alright. Why not? Let’s go on a date.”

 Yoosung blinked, his mouth hanging in shock.

 “R-Really? Like- right now?”

 Zen smiled, nodding.

 “Yeah. Go home and get changed, and meet me back here. You better have a plan by the time you come to pick me up, or I’ll be disappointed,” Zen stood, winking playfully, swishing his hair over his shoulder as he walked towards the TV, shutting it off, “Be here around 2 PM at the latest.” 

 Yoosung watched him walk away in shock, hearing his bedroom door close. He shot up, grabbing his things, hurriedly running out the door, scrambling for his bike. He pedalled as fast as he could, his mind running a mile a minute as the wind blew through his hair. 

 He made it home soon after leaving, quickly hopping in the shower as soon as he entered the door, being as thorough as possible. He blow-dried his hair when he finished, throwing in some gel to make it look sleek and well-done- a much more mature look in comparison to his usual hair clips and messy disarray. 

 He stood in front of his closet, biting his lip hard as he pondered over what he could wear, his face flushed as his eyes scoured through his options- half with panic, and half with excitement that he was going on a date. 

A date.

 He decided to go with a baby blue t-shirt, a thin, black cardigan layered overtop, grey knee-length jeans that rolled up to his calves, and black high-top shoes. 

 He checked himself in the mirror- satisfied with his look of a relaxed college hipster, he ran out the door, quickly calling for a cab to bring himself to Zen’s apartment. He shot Zen a text to let him know he was on his way, his fingers trembling as he did so. 

 The cab waited outside, and Yoosung waited outside of it, practicing some kind of hello in his head, or how he could hold the car door open for Zen- should he compliment him as he does it? Or just say ‘Hi’? Or something like,’I am at your complete and utter service’?

 Yoosung cringed. God, that was awful

 All of his mental panic was washed away as quickly as it came as Zen walked through his front door. He somehow made it look like everything around him came to a near-halt in slow motion- his hips swaying ever so slightly as he walked- a white faux-leather jacket hugging his waist and his elegant, yet broad shoulders, tapering down along his arms- a pair of sleek, tight, black pants wrapping around his legs in the best of ways- his feet adorned with shoes as bright and red as his eyes.

 And his hair- god, his hair.

 He had let it out of his ponytail, flowing around him like some kind of magical headdress, swirling and dancing in the breeze. It almost looked like it sparkled. 

 Yoosung didn’t even notice when Zen had gotten to be standing right before him. Zen raised an eyebrow playfully, leaning in close.

 “Something wrong, Yoosung?”

 Yoosung ripped open the door, shaking his head firmly. 

 “Nice. You. You’re nice. I mean- You look nice.”

 Zen smirked, flicking his hair behind his shoulder as he got in the taxi, winking up at Yoosung before he closed the door.

 “I know.”

 The blond shut the door, walking around the back of the cab, letting out a heavy breath- this was off to a great start.

 Zen had been pestering him the whole cab ride about where they were going, and Yoosung held his stance, insisting on keeping it a surprise. ‘It better not be some Greek restaurant- that stuff never agrees with me.’ Yoosung assured him it was not, as he knew this already. ‘Alright well i hope it isn’t a movie either. I really am not down to just sit and do nothing for a few hours.’ Again, not that either. 

 Zen had given up on guessing, peering out the window, watching buildings and trees whizz by, colours blurring together into a wild mess, like a child’s finger painting. The cab started to slow down, and Zen averted his eyes, looking forwards, his eyes widening as he turned to Yoosung.

 “You brought me to the aquarium?”

 Yoosung blushed, shrugging his shoulders.

 “I thought you might like fish.”

 And it was the second time that day Zen burst into hysterics.

 “Where to first, Captain?”

 “Why am I the Captain?”

 “You’re the one who wanted to take me on a date.” 

 Yoosung scrunched up his nose, staring down at the aquarium map in his hands, blushing promptly as he realized it was upside down.

 “Yes, but- Captains need experience to steer a boat. I’ve never steered this boat. A date boat.”

 Zen smirked, wrapping his arm around Yoosung’s shoulder, which caused him to stiffen.

 “Well then you’re my apprentice Captain. Let’s test the waters.”

 Zen turned down the first hallway, illuminated by the lights in the tanks, shadows of tropical fish dancing around them. Yoosung could barely hear the whirring of the tank cleaners over the pounding of his heartbeat in his ears. All he could seem to focus on was the grip Zen had on his shoulder, how warm his fingertips were, how long and slender his hands looked…

 “Yoosung.”

 “Wh-What?”

 Zen smiled, pointing up at a huge tank in the centre of an open room they had walked to- Yoosung wasn’t sure when they’d arrived.

 “Look at all the jellyfish.”

 Yoosung’s eyes widened as he looked up at the tank- it reached up from the floor to the roof, and judging by the open balconies, it was at least 3 floors high. There were hundreds of jellyfish swimming slowly in the tank, twisting and twirling, all elegance, yet deadly- frills, yet terrifying.

 “It’s beautiful,” Yoosung spoke softly, a breathiness to his voice.

 Zen smiled as he stared at Yoosung, not even bothering to look at the tank.

 “You’re right. It is.”

 The pair slowly made their way through the aquarium- covering almost ¾ of the map, which had given them lovely views at jellyfish, exotic and tropical fish, axolotl, tortoise, and a riveting walkthrough on varying stages of moss and coral development. 

 An announcement went off about a seal show going on at the outside pens- Zen slipped his hand into Yoosungs, following the map to make their way to the show. Yoosung blushed, smiling softly at the gesture, sure his palms were sweaty, but Zen never lost grip. 

 They made it outside, the fresh air whirling around them like a welcoming hug, the sounds of claps and cheers coming from the crowd not too far off. They started to make their way towards the sound, but suddenly Yoosung was slammed into the ground, letting out a surprised yelp as he hit the concrete, his palms aching from catching himself just in time.

 He looked up to see a large man turning around, glaring down at him, his brown eyes wild and clearly angry.

 “What the hell, kid? Watch where you’re going.”

 Zen helped Yoosung up, leering daggers at the man, his voice dripping with animosity as he spoke, “Shouldn’t you be apologizing? What if he had gotten hurt?”

 “He should stay out of the way of someone who’s bigger than him.” The large man smiled crookedly- his teeth were sticking out at funny angles, and his chin hairs looked more like tiny needles sticking out of his face. Zen held his angry stare up at him.

 “No, people should be more respectful of those around them. You shouldn’t have backed up without looking around you first.”

 “And what the hell would a pretty boy do about it, huh?” He laughed sickeningly, waggling his eyebrows, reaching forwards and shoving Zen aside, his back slamming into the railing of the walkway. The large man continued to laugh as he walked away, spitting on the ground, “Pathetic.”

 Zen regained his balance, pushing himself up off of the railing, his face still set in a hard frown. He turned towards Yoosung, about to ask if he was okay, but saw Yoosung staring over the railing, his face white with dread.

 “Yoosung?”

 Yoosung turned to him slowly, his eyes tearing up.

 “When he shoved you- Your- Your phone-” He took a shaky breath, tears spilling over, “It fell through the space in the glass divider on the railing and down the cliffside. It’s gone.”

 They were back, sitting in Zen’s apartment- Zen sitting on the couch, Yoosung sitting on the chair. Zen had insisted he sit down on the couch, but Yoosung said nothing, plopping back into the same spot, arms crossed, eyes puffy and worrisome. 

 Zen sat up, unable to take the silence, scooting closer to Yoosung, moving to the other end of the couch. He looked at the blond seriously, reaching to place a gentle hand on his knee- he felt Yoosung flinch at the touch.

 “Yoosung, it’s okay. It’s not your fault my phone got lost.”

 “Yes it is.”

 “How?”

 “I bumped into the guy.”

 “He bumped into you and was an asshole.”

 “We wouldn’t have been at the aquarium if it hadn’t been for me, and you wouldn’t have lost anything then.”

 “I was due for a phone upgrade anyways, Yoosung. It’s fine.”

 “It isn’t fine. I didn’t want my first date with you to include me making you lose something so expensive.”

 Zen smiled, stroking his knee, still looking up at his lavender eyes, even though they would not come to meet his.

 “We can have a better second date. I didn’t think this one was bad, though, Yooung. Unfortunate things happen.”

 Yoosung sniffled, shifting gently, his hands clenching and unclenching in his lap. He shook his head, almost like he didn’t realize he was doing it, his bangs swishing before him, having fallen from the product he’d put it in it a while ago. 

 “Why would you want to go on a second date with me?”

 “Because I think you’re nice. And you look nice. Nice. You.”

 A small smile cracked on Yoosung’s lips, a soft burst of laughter peppering from them. He wiped his face on his sleeve, stealing a glance up at Zen, who was still all smiles and warm stares. He sighed softly, his body relaxing.

 “I thought you’d be angry. It seems like something to be angry over.”

 “It’s not like you threw my phone over the edge.”

 “That’s true, I suppose.”

 Zen slid his hand up Yoosung’s leg, lacing it into one of his hands, releasing them from the curled-up fists they’d formed. He gave it a gentle squeeze.

 “Where would you like to go next, Captain?”

 Yoosung smiled softly, his lavender eyes sparkling in the light of dusk that poured in through the blinds. 

 “Maybe we can go see a musical show. I hear there’s some really handsome silver-haired actor that’s pretty popular.”

 Yoosung hardly had a chance to object as Zen lifted himself on his knees, connecting their lips like it was the only thing that made sense. Yoosung’s eyes fluttered closed without a second thought, his free hand coming up to tangle in Zen’s hair, squeezing the hand that was holding Zen’s own. Zen sighed into the kiss, his lips soft, incredibly so, like the way a flower petal feels when you touch it- smooth, and velvety, and comforting.

 Zen pulled away gently, red eyes meeting violet, and the two smiled, both elated and shy, and for once on the same page. Yoosung ran his thumb idly along the back of Zen’s soft hand- everything about him seemed soft, right now.

 “So…”

 “So.” 

 “How about that musical?”

 THE END.

[zaidnovi]

#6 Stop chanting for a minute, or #7 Is that allowed? (Extra super bonus smooching if you manage them both)

first part here, @the-inquisitor-rio ball is in your court darling

“We’re getting a Hellhound!” She hears the words as soon as she approaches the table, To say she is weary would be an understatement. Eying Crowley carefully, she knows better not to lower her guard, since when Crowley has been one for gifts. Taking the document from the hands of the ever enthusiastic angel. She analyzes it more than once, her eyes going to him once more after not getting anything bad from the paper. He is sitting on what would be here seat, his ever charming smile plastered on his face. He did say anything when she had asked to leave, but again when had he actually told her about his comings and goings unless she had to drive him. “Why would you gives us a gift, let alone a hell hound,” she asked watching him raise an eyebrow at the question the smile disappearing from his face, only to be replaced by a smirk.

“Because the kind of union you guys made, is…” He says after rolling his eyes “one of a kind… And I am nothing but a civilized demon.” at one point he had ordered a drink.

“So you are just giving us a hell hound, just like that.” Cass eyes her quietly, narrowing her eyes at her she wishes the angel knows she is trying her best to get the situation clear.

“It is my gift yes…” he takes a sip of his drink. “Come on don’t give me those looks, I mean she doesn’t know me but Wordsmith, really… Cassandra stops chanting for a minute… You insult me.” He makes a motion of fanning himself as if offended. She nods, and pulls a chair quietly, Cass sitting next to her, not taking her eyes out of Crowley.

“My apologies, your majesty,” She says lacing her hand under the table with the angel in reassessment or a warning she knows the angel is caressing her blade. “Your gift is more than appreciated…” She lies. Thinking what in Hell is she going to do with a hell hound.

“Good to know…” downing his drink on one go. “Well I must be going now, you know there is Hell to raise. Also, you must know this, no one like this…” a long sigh escapes from Cass, and he rolls his eyes at her. “Oh come on don’t be fools this relation troubles a lot of people.”

“aside from stating the obvious, of course, we do…” Leaning towards the wordsmith whispering softly in her ear “I thought we had already had this conversation?” the Wordsmith turns to look at her frowning a little, nodding.

“So you are giving us a hell hound as protection? Is that allowed?” Wordsmith asks once more. “you care?”

“Oh, don’t give those eyes, you know how difficult is to find a good assistant.” Before snapping his fingers and disappearing.

“I get to name him right?” Cass asks.