Numbers are part of the story, [EXTRAS] are kind of like the other stories.
Feel free to make requests, I decided I want to try and write something for one of my most beloved game(mode).
Imagine | Oneshots | Scenarios | Requestssssssssssssssss
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"No, no! That's too desperate, how about 'Y/n, would you like to have dinner with me?' BAH! That's too--"
"Nikolai, you wanted to see me?" you emerged from the tent and walked towards the Russian man whom by the look of the snow underneath him had been pacing long and hard enough to create a deep trench. Your shift had just ended the village was dark, there had been reports of a blizzard storm so you managed to get out a couple hours earlier than normal. "Uh no-I mean yes! Y/n?...Would you like to have dinner with me?" There was a noticeable pink tinge on his cheeks, maybe from the cold, or maybe something else. You told him about the blizzard in which his shoulders visibly slumped and his face turned sullen but you suggested having dinner at you place instead, the Russian man then grinned and offered his arm to you. As the two of you walked towards your transport the Russian was talking and suggesting all the foods he can cook for you, his shy demeanour from earlier gone, it was kind of nice seeing him this bubbly.
Nikolai insisted you rest for having worked non-stop for the last five days, he left for the kitchen and began raiding your pantry and fridge. 'Only the best!' the Russian thought 'only the best for the most beautiful woman.' Having changed from your work attire to you favourite casual wear you head towards the kitchen but not before being enraptured by the delicious smell of beef stroganoff and okroshka soup. At the kitchen you see Nikolai wearing your pink and white frilly apron and mittens setting down some potato cakes. "Eat up!" Nikolai bellowed with that charming grin of his "I couldn't find any Vodka so I made some punch instead." You thank your guest for the amazing meal and waited for him to take his seat across yours before beginning to eat. Over the course of the meal, you noticed that a certain Russian man had been stealing glances at you, you tell him.
"Y/n, I don't want to lie but over the past couple of days I've been thinking more and more of you. There's a fluttering feeling in my stomach-but a good one, I feel at peace- every time I think of you. I wish to know whether you are willing to explore this relationship further-I understand if you don't want to--" You stopped the blabbering man by grabbing hold of his cold hands and simply smiled, you were so happy yourself that you didn't know what to say so you nodded and smiled.
The two of you spent the rest of the night in each other's arms with Nikolai reading some classic literature works, and you wrapped around his arms listening to his soft deep voice.
Tank Dempsey
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