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“Can’t Help Falling in Love” Ch. 11

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HIIIII HELLO EVERYONE!!!!!!! It’s been. Quite some time. 😅 If you’re still here THANK YOU!!!!!! It is greatly appreciated!!! I hope this chapter was worth the wait, lol!!

I posted the first chapter of this fic one year ago yesterday! Consider this chapter a celebration of that 😊. The past year has been…wild, to say the least, but writing this fic and getting to share it with you guys has been one of the biggest highlights of it!!!😁💕

Thanks as always to my lovely beta and friend @youruinedmylifebynotbeingreal, and thank YOU so much for reading! I hope you enjoy!!!

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“Wait a minute!!!”

Phineas froze in place (which was ironic, considering his realization struck in the middle of removing the crumb cake from a very hot oven).

“You called me your little crumbcake in your letter! And we just made a crumb cake! That wasn’t a coincidence, was it?”

“It was 100% not a coincidence!” Isabella called over her shoulder as she rummaged through a cabinet across the kitchen. “I wanted to make a crumb cake with my little crumbcake!”

A handful of silent seconds passed. And then she shuddered, a frothing wave of decade-old secondhand embarrassment cascading violently over her shoulders.

“Okay, I’m never calling you that again,” she announced dryly (since said frothing wave of secondhand embarrassment was purely metaphorical). “It’s way too weird.”

“What?? No!!” Phineas gently set the crumb cake on the counter, taking care to make sure it wasn’t going to fall, before turning to face her. “Isabella, it’s not weird at all!! I think it’s cute.”

“You only think it’s cute because you like me so much,” Isabella replied with a grin. “Trust me, there’s PLENTY of better pet names out there. I’ll think of some new ones for you.”

She crossed to his side of the kitchen and set the plate she’d retrieved on the counter. “Alright, all we need to do now is add powdered sugar. Do you have a sifter?”

“I sure do!”

Phineas retrieved said sifter from a drawer and turned it over in his hands a few times.

“….I’m actually an expert powdered sugar sifter, you know….” he whispered conspiratorially.

“Oh, really?” Isabella replied amusedly.

“Yeah! A few years ago, my mom put me on beignet duty for the Mardi Gras block party,” he explained. “I built a machine to actually COOK the beignets but figured out pretty quickly I’d have to powder them by hand to avoid making a huge mess…it took FOREVER. Aaand I still ended up making a mess. But now I’m an expert!!”

“Those beignets DID taste really good,” Isabella mused. “I remember thinking the powdered sugar to dough ratio was perfect!”

(She wasn’t just saying that for Phineas’s benefit, though she knew he would appreciate the compliment. As a former-Fireside Girl and baked goods’ extraordinaire, identifying quality desserts was practically in her blood!)

“Thanks!!!” Phineas replied. “I’m surprised you remember that!”

“Well, YOU made them. Everything you make is extraordinary. Of course I remember,” Isabella replied with a soft grin.

“Well, I’m not sure I’d say they were EXTRAORDINARY…” Phineas chuckled sheepishly. “…but thank you.”

“They WERE extraordinary,” Isabella insisted. “And you’re welcome!”

“It actually took awhile to get the ratio right, I’m flattered you noticed!” Phineas replied. “I did a bunch of calculations to figure it out…”

Isabella just listened with a smile as Phineas rambled on about the intricacies of beignet preparation and set to sifting sugar over the crumb cake.

And if his focus faltered a little when she hugged his middle from behind and nestled her head on his shoulder to get a better view, he didn’t show it.

….perhaps getting a better view wasn’t Isabella’s primary motivator in this situation. But she’d been waiting over a decade to indulge in coupley activities with Phineas as an actual couple: she wasn’t going to let this opportunity to do so pass her by!

She was so enamored with his closeness and the gentle lull of his explanations, so caught up in the sweet domesticity of the moment, it took her a few minutes to realize…it had been a few minutes.

Was Phineas taking his time with this (relatively simple) task on purpose?

“…hey, how long does it take an expert powdered sugar sifter to sift sugar over a crumb cake?” she murmured into his ear.

“Normally? I assume it would take about half a minute,” Phineas replied matter-of-factly. “ …but . If said expert powdered sugar sifter is being hugged by the love of their life, it usually takes longer. Could take minutes. Hours, even.”

Isabella giggled (and bit her tongue to keep from squealing at being referred to as the love of Phineas’s life because aAAAAAH!!!!) and brushed a quick kiss to his cheek before stepping back and standing at his side. “As much as I’d love to hug you for hours, we don’t want the crumb cake to get cold.”

“Eh, I’d take a hug from you over warm crumb cake any day. But you do make a good point.”

Phineas gave Isabella a smile before pouring the excess sugar into a bag and setting the sifter down. Then, his eyebrows shot up, seemingly in realization.

“Hey....what if I started calling you ‘my little crumbcake’?” he asked. “Or just ‘crumbcake’? I don’t mind if you don’t want to call me that, but would be a shame to let such a cute nickname go to waste.”

Isabella hit him with a playful glare. “If you do that, you’ll find yourself on the receiving end of an ominous patch-related threat. Just because you’re my boyfriend now doesn’t mean you’re exempt from them.”

“Boyfriend, huh?” Phineas grinned, not deterred in the slightest by Isabella’s ominous patch related threat-threat. “That’s the first time you’ve called me that!”

“Well, we’ve known our feelings are mutual for...what, over half an hour now?” Isabella shrugged. “And we’ve already talked about being in a relationship, so I figured you being my boyfriend was implied.”

(She definitely hadn’t been trying to figure out how to casually call Phineas her boyfriend without outright asking him if he WAS officially her boyfriend. And she certainly wasn’t very relieved that he’d taken being referred to as such well. No way.)

“Soooo…” Phineas slid his hand across the counter until it found Isabella’s. “…if you’re officially referring to me as your boyfriend….does that mean I get to officially refer to you as my girlfriend?”

He’d WANTED to be the picture of suaveness in this moment, to state the obvious as succinctly and matter-of-factly as possible.

…..but the quiver of excitement in his voice had likely ruined any chances of that.

Isabella beamed down at their entwined fingers and then back up at him.

“…yes. Yes it does.”

For a handful of seconds, they just gazed at one another fondly, hands still together, neither trying to conceal how happy they were.

Maybe titles like “girlfriend” and “boyfriend” were arbitrary, especially for two lifelong best friends who were already well aware of how much they meant to one another (both in a platonic and romantic sense).

But….it still felt incredibly special to finally get to be boyfriend and girlfriend. Partners. Together. Officially.

Isabella eventually broke the awe of the moment with a wry smirk and a joke.

“I like ‘girlfriend’ a lot better than ‘crumbcake,’ that’s for sure!”

Phineas’s eyes lit up at the latter nickname, and Isabella groaned as she realized what she’d done.

“....why did I say that...” she grumbled. “We’d moved past the crumbcake thing, why did I say that???”

“I think it’s because you secretly like that nickname and wanted to remind me of it...crumbcake,” Phineas replied with a playful nudge to her side.

“WELL….maybe you’re not completely wrong there…” Isabella admitted, resting her head on his shoulder with an over-dramatic sigh. “I guess it’s kinda cute.”

(She had to admit it was sweet that Phineas was fond of a silly nickname she’d come up with so many years ago. Perhaps it was a little embarrassing, but in a nostalgic, sweet way. And she knew Phineas wasn’t teasing her maliciously...it was all in good fun. And he genuinely thought her childhood antics were endearing!)

“I knew it!” Phineas exclaimed. “You like when I call you ‘crumbcake’!!”

“Yeah, yeah, don’t let it get to your head,” Isabella replied, leaning back and reaching up to ruffle his bright red hair with a chuckle.

“Too late, it’s already up there!” Phineas gestured to his head matter of factly.

“Well! I guess I’ll just have to stand here until your brain short circuits and it leaves your head, then! Because, in your own words, your brain short circuits if you look at me for too long because I’m just soooooo beautiful.”

“True as that may be, if you really want to short circuit my brain, I think a kiss or two from you would do the trick faster.”

Phineas said this without thinking about it.

And subsequently flushed beet red once his brain caught up to his tongue.

…perhaps his lack of a filter would be enough to short circuit his brain.

Isabella, fortunately, didn’t seem phased at all by his suggestion. “Hmmm….” she murmured, tapping her chin thoughtfully and scooting closer to him. “In that case, I guess I’ll have to kiss you. It’s the only logical conclusion.”

“Uhhh…yup! It’s only logical!” Phineas agreed, trying his best to play nonchalant as Isabella wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him a knowing smile (and failing pretty miserably at nonchalance because HE STILL COULDN’T BELIEVE SHE WANTED TO KISS HIM, HOW COULD HE PRETEND TO BE PLAYFULLY NONCHALANT WHEN ALL OF THIS WAS SO MONUMENTAL???).

Isabella burst into laughter at his thinly veiled enthusiasm.

Because this moment—this entire evening—was full of moments she’d always dreamed of but that had seemed like just that: dreams!

PHINEAS FLYNN was asking her for kisses, and he was smiling at her as if sharing a brief romantic moment together in the middle of his kitchen was as exciting and enticing an idea as, say, building a super-computer in his backyard.

It was so incomprehensible, so utterly opposite from the oblivious-to-a-fault Phineas she’d grown up with, that she couldn’t HELP but laugh.

Phineas laughed with her, though he didn’t quite understand what was so funny.

(Her joy and close proximity were more than enough to give him butterflies, though, so he didn’t mind.)

“Sorry, sorry!!” Isabella managed to breathe between giggles. “It’s just!!! If I could tell my younger self that you’d actually be asking me to kiss you someday, I think her head would explode.”

“I get that!!” Phineas replied. “If I could go back in time to last night and tell my slightly-younger self that I’d be asking you to kiss me this time tomorrow, I think his head would explode.”

He chuckled before getting a far off look in his eyes.

“Huh....I COULD do that…” he mused thoughtfully. “Go back in time. Talk to my past self about all this. It would certainly alleviate a lot of the anxiety I experienced before I confessed to you.”

“But you shouldn’t do that,” Isabella replied quickly. “Because it could change this timeline or zap us out of existence. I’d rather not be zapped out of existence. Especially not right now. And, besides...getting to confess to one another was worth all it took to get there, right?”

“You’re right…getting to learn about your feelings from YOU was the best!” Phineas assured her.

(This was one of the reasons he needed Isabella, to keep some of his more extreme ideas in check.)

“And I’d hate to zap out of existence. But….”

He blushed a little, suddenly feeling a bit bashful as he recalled why Isabella’d begun laughing in the first place.

“…..I’d still like a kiss from you, if that’s alright.”

“Just one?” Isabella teased.

(She hadn’t forgotten why she’d begun laughing in the first place either.)

Phineas blushed more than a little.

How could Isabella be so coy and collected about all this??

(And why was he even so flustered right now? They’d kissed a handful of times at this point, so there was no legitimate reason to get flustered….but Phineas was flustered anyway. Maybe because he’d never outright asked Isabella for a kiss before? And the mere fact that he could do that at all was a tad overwhelming?? And every few minutes he had to keep reminding himself that all this was really happening because he was still getting the hang of this whole relationship thing and despite everything it still felt too good to be true??? …who knew.)

“Well, more than one would be just fine! But—but at least one!! If that’s okay.”

VERY smooth, Romeo. Fantastic job. A+ flirting technique.

“It’s definitely okay,” Isabella whispered with a smile, tenderly cupping his face in her hands and drawing him close. “Though I appreciate you asking.”

Not much took Phineas’s breath away. He’d spent his life making the impossible possible, after all!

…but Isabella’s kisses did the trick.

And they weren’t just kisses, anyhow. They were promises, assurances, declarations of love he could feel, warm grins and soft caresses and genuine affection courtesy of his best friend (and girlfriend, now).

….frankly, he noted as said-girlfriend gingerly pulled away and coaxed his eyes open with a lilting giggle, it was a miracle he still remembered how to breathe at all.

She was smiling at him, the same smile he’d felt nestled against his and heard in her bubbles of laughter only moments ago.

He’d never realized how versatile smiles could be before today.

“Hey…guess who has hearts in their eyes now?” Isabella crooned, gently stroking his cheek with her thumb.

Phineas blinked, taking a bit longer than normal to come up with a suitable answer.

(He wasn’t used to thinking on his feet in situations like this. He wasn’t used to situations like this at all.)

Isabella’s pupils appeared to be heart-free. So she must have been referring to….

“….me?”

“Yup!” Isabella grinned and gave his nose a playful “boop!” “It’s like they always say: couples who break the laws of physics together stick together.”

She brushed a final kiss to the corner of his mouth before pulling away from him entirely and turning towards the counter.

Phineas trailed behind her as she cut a slice of crumb cake (presumably for the two of them to share, as it was quite large) and slid it onto a plate, still a little dazed.

He was also interested in discovering a scientific explanation for the heart-eyes phenomenon he and Isabella had both experienced in the past half-hour…but he’d save solving that mystery for another day.

“…..how are you so good at this?” he managed to ask.

“At what? Cutting crumb cake?”

“No, I mean…” He rubbed the back of his neck with a sheepish chuckle. “…the flirting, the banter, basic relationship stuff.”

(Because Isabella WAS good at basic relationship stuff. All of it was seemingly effortless for her, especially considering she’d never even been in a relationship. Phineas supposed he himself wasn’t COMPLETELY hopeless when it came to flirting—his comment about Isabella’s kisses earlier was proof of that—but he’d done that without thinking.)

“I’ve just had more practice!” Isabella replied cheerfully. “Waaaaaay more practice. I flirted with you a LOT when we were kids, you just never noticed.”

(That was probably good, all things considered. Isabella’s attempts at flirting when they were kids had left her with quite a bit of retrospective embarrassment.)

Phineas winced at the reminder of all he’d missed out on, on all the pinpricks of affection that he hadn’t caught and had instead flown far over his head.

“….sorry about that….” he mumbled.

“Hey, wait a minute. We’ve already been over this!” Isabella said sternly.

(She’d just been trying to offer him a logical answer to his question, not make him feel guilty.)

“There’s absolutely no reason to be sorry, romantic feelings are never an obligation. And besides!!”

She took a step closer to him…then another step…then another…until she was near enough to turn Phineas’s stomach to Doonkelberry jelly because was she planning on kissing him again???

But she didn’t kiss him again, instead just smirking and whispering, “…you’re very cute when you’re flustered…” before leaning back with a bright laugh.

For a few moments, Phineas was struck with the desperate need to HIDE and ESCAPE before Isabella noticed how red his face was.

…but then he remembered that she was, in fact, his girlfriend (a minute ago they’d been smooching, after all) and that his undying love for her wasn’t a secret anymore.

And, since he apparently looked cute when he was flustered, she was likely enjoying this immensely.

Whew.

“Well, I mean, you’re ALWAYS cute, don’t get me wrong,” Isabella continued. She grabbed the crumb cake-laden plate and two forks. “But when you’re flustered you’re ESPECIALLY cute.”

“Oh yeah?” Phineas countered. “Well…uh….you’re always especially cute!!! So there!!”

Isabella slowed to a halt and tilted her head at him with a chuckle. “Wait….are you trying to one-up my flirting? Or…are you trying to fluster me?”

“…..mmmaybe?” Phineas replied hesitantly. “…why, is it working???”

Isabella considered his question, taking note of the cheerful warmth spinning in her chest (and likely reddening her face a bit).

“…maybe just a little.”

Phineas didn’t attempt to hide his excitement this time, pumping his fist in the air with a whispered, “YES!!!!”

He quickly regained his composure, though.

“Well it’s GOOD that it’s working, because if it wasn’t working, I’d have to remind you that your cuteness is a scientific fact.”

“BELIEVE me, I don’t think I’ll ever forget about that,” Isabella replied with a snicker. “That was the closest you ever got to calling me cute when we were kids.”

“Hey! The mere fact that I acknowledged your cuteness at all when we were kids is a testament to just how cute you are,” Phineas stated matter-of-factly. “Because, well…you might not have noticed this, but I was just a tad oblivious to romance when we were that age.”

Isabella feigned a gasp. “WHAT???? No way, I had no idea.”

“It’s true!!!!” Phineas insisted. “….just like your cuteness being a scientific fact is true.”

The two of them burst into giggles at that.

“You know…” Isabella pointed out with a wry smile, “…for someone who claims to be bad at flirting, that was some pretty good flirting.”

(She was quite impressed, actually!)

“Well, I’ve got someone incredibly special to flirt with,” Phineas replied cheekily. “I couldn’t have done it without her.”

Isabella’s eyes widened at that, cheeks flushing bright red (because PHINEAS WAS TALKING ABOUT HER!!!!! HE THOUGHT SHE WAS INCREDIBLY SPECIAL!!!!!), and Phineas grinned eagerly before placing a hand on her shoulder and leaning in to kiss her.

That seemed like the right course of action here, to follow up a jovial round of flirting with a kiss.

(And it was the right course of action, judging from the way Isabella smiled and kissed him back.)

Perhaps he was getting the hang of this whole relationship thing after all.

…

Isabella took a moment to catch her breath as Phineas gently pulled away from her and gave her the world’s most adorable smile (and to overcome the temptation to just forget about the crumb cake and indulge in more kisses instead).

“…alright,” she exhaled. “…as lovely and sweet as all this flirting has been, are you ready to go outside?”

“Oh, definitely!!!!” Phineas replied, taking a step back. “I mean, it feels like it’s been ages since we made this crumb cake, it’s about time we actually eat it. You go on outside, I’ll clean up a bit! Just in case Ferb and my parents get back while we’re out there.”

“Sounds good!!”

Phineas made his way to the living room a few minutes later….only to find Isabella standing in front of the screen door, a blank expression on her face.

“Hey, everything okay?” he asked as he walked over to her. “I thought you were going to go outside.”

“Well…I was,” Isabella articulated slowly. “But….”

Her voice trailed off, and Phineas followed her gaze into the backyard as he finally came to a stop at her side.

“…..oh.”

The backyard was empty.

No stars.

No lanterns.

No light.

Even the picnic basket was gone.

All that remained was their blanket, still laid out beneath the tree, the only remnant of the last hour.

“Well.” Isabella cleared her throat. “I suppose we should’ve seen this coming, huh?”

Phineas didn’t respond, instead sliding the screen door open and stepping past Isabella and into the yard.

He just focused on walking, step by step by step. It was easy to keep his mind occupied with the mechanics of movement...that is, until he knelt beside the tree to collect the blanket.

Because tonight he’d had a second chance at a longer picnic with Isabella, which he’d initially chosen not to pursue when they were kids due to worries he hadn’t been able to explain back then...but the universe had taken that second chance away.

And now he had nothing tangible to express his affections to Isabella with. No inventions, no cozy sanctuaries for the two of them to snuggle up in, no physical manifestations of how much he loved her.

All he had was a blanket. Which hadn’t been enough to prolong their picnic when they were kids. And it hadn’t been enough now.

Their first moments as a couple were gone forever. He couldn’t get them back.

And this wasn’t the first time he’d built something for Isabella, only for it to disappear.

...why did it hurt even more now?

Was this going to be a normal occurrence for them? Phineas creating things, only for the world to irreverently take them away with no explanation as to why?

Because it was one thing to muse that kisses were as meaningful as big ideas while sharing a kiss with Isabella amidst one of said big ideas.

It was quite another to face Isabella without a big idea to prove the authenticity of his feelings.

And perhaps he could build something else right now, but….what would be the point?

A few tears stung at his eyes, throat burning and chest tight.

How could he build a relationship with Isabella if the world was just going to tear down his attempts to show her how much he cared?

“Gosh…it kinda feels like we’re kids again, huh?”

Phineas flinched as Isabella’s voice drew closer. He hugged the blanket to his chest as he stood, willing himself to not cry because he couldn’t cry, it would be silly to cry, all these thoughts of his were illogical. Isabella didn’t sound upset, and she hadn’t been upset when her birthday party disappeared all those years ago, she was fine, and this WAS a pretty regular occurrence for them in the grand scheme of things, so he needed to be okay. Plus, he KNEW she knew how much he loved her, he didn’t need inventions to tell her that but…..a part of him still hurt just the same.

“I mean, it genuinely takes me back! I feel like your mom’s about to offer us pie. And…..”

Isabella’s voice trailed off as she reached his side.

“Phineas?”

Phineas shut his eyes, but he could hear the rustle of grass as Isabella moved to stand in front of him.

“...Phineas, what’s wrong?”

Now her hands were on his shoulders.

He could’ve tried to pretend that nothing was wrong, to smile and laugh it off.

But...Isabella would probably see right through that.

And he was tired of keeping secrets from her, anyway.

“It’s just…..”

His lip quivered, and he sniffled before finally opening his eyes.

“....it’s gone. I planned everything and set up the picnic for you, so you’d know how much I care about you….but it’s gone…..and I wanted to keep spending time with you out here, at our picnic, because the last time we had a picnic it ended too soon and….I thought this time would be different, that we’d be able to end it on OUR terms and not because of it getting dark or anything. But it’s not. It’s like last time, and all the other times inventions disappeared before we were done with them and, I JUST!!!! I just….I’m sorry, Isabella….. I’m so sorry…..”

“Phineas Flynn. Look at me.”

Isabella took his face in her hands and gazed at him intently.

“You have nothing to apologize for. It’s okay! These things happen! And we still have the memory of our picnic, right? Didn’t you say that memories are your favorite things we made when we were kids?”

Phineas pondered that for a moment.

“.…yes…” he finally whispered.

“This is the same,” Isabella insisted. “We’re building memories! The inventions may come and go, but the memories will stay. And I will stay. Believe me, if disappearing inventions bothered me, I wouldn’t be your best friend.”

She smirked a bit and added, “And I wouldn’t be your girlfriend now, obviously.”

“I know, and you’re right!” Phineas replied quickly. “….but…..I just…..I wanted to show you how much I love you, Isabella. That’s what the picnic was for, really. I mean, I know I TOLD you how much I love you too, but for me, it’s always been easier to say that kind of thing when I’ve got an invention to back my words up….I guess, it’s a little scary to say those things when it’s just me. You’re braver than me in that regard.”

“You HAVE shown me how much you love me, Phineas…” Isabella whispered, caressing his cheek with a gentle grin. “You’ve been showing me since we were kids. And, if it makes you feel any better, I don’t love you because of your inventions and big ideas. I love you because you’re YOU. You’re Phineas Flynn! The kindest, most creative, most caring person I’ve ever met!! Everything that makes you you shines through in all your inventions, they’re an extension of who you are; but they aren’t you, you know? If I had to choose between spending a day using one of your most amazing inventions alone OR spending an invention-free day with you doing something super boring, say, watching paint dry, I’d choose the invention free day every time. I just love spending time with you….”

She trailed one of her hands down his arm till it found one of his, twining their fingers together with a comforting squeeze.

“I’m sorry our picnic disappeared, though. It was important to us, and it’s okay to be sad about it. ...do you want to set up another one? I can make paper lanterns, and I’ve got to have a picnic basket at my house. And there’s plenty of stars in the sky if you don’t have any more to spare.”

Her offer lingered in the air for a handful of seconds, and she herself seemed posed on the tips of her toes, waiting for Phineas’s answer.

“….no…” Phineas finally whispered. “….it’s okay. I know we have homework to do, building another picnic would take too much time. ….and you’re right. Spending time together….that’s what really matters. And you being willing to rebuild our picnic means a lot to me.”

“You know I’d do anything for you,” Isabella replied with a gentle smile. “And we can just sit at the table, it’ll be like…an elevated picnic! With homework! So…an elevated study date picnic!”

She patted his cheek before withdrawing her hand from his face and turning towards the door.

But Phineas wasn’t ready to go inside just yet, wasn’t ready to put aside all the emotions tumbling around inside of him.

“Wait!”

Isabella whirled back around, head tilted ever so slightly.

“Yes, Phineas?”

Phineas took a deep breath.

How could he even express how he was feeling? How could he express his gratitude towards Isabella, express how loved and cherished she made him feel, express just how much her willingness to recreate their picnic meant to him?

“I…I just…...thank you, Isabella. So much.”

To punctuate his gratitude, he lifted the hand he held and pressed a tender kiss to Isabella’s knuckle.

“I’m really, just, so lucky. Lucky to be your friend, lucky to be your boyfriend…you know that, right?”

Butterflies whirled in Isabella’s stomach, stirred by the sincerity in Phineas’s voice and the warmth of his lips still lingering on her hand and the way he was looking at her.

She eased in closer, close enough to lay a reassuring hand on Phineas’s shoulder.

“…..we’re both lucky. Incredibly lucky.”

Phineas and Isabella weren’t sure who kissed who first. Perhaps neither of them kissed first, perhaps it was simultaneous, both of them knowing instinctively what the other wanted.

This kiss was different from their first, which had been a rush of new, giddy emotions, a celebration of their reciprocated feelings, the resolution to a lifetime (or, more specifically, nine chapters) of longing.

And it was different from the playful, giggly kisses they’d given one another inside.

It was slow, purposeful, intentional. A way to say thank you, for Phineas to convey to Isabella just how much he cherished her, and for Isabella to do the same for Phineas.

It wasn’t a happy kiss, necessarily. But it wasn’t sad either. They stood nestled within the complicated space between those emotions, mourning the loss of their picnic and summers gone by even as they celebrated them.

And though the ache in Phineas’s chest didn’t disappear completely, even after Isabella murmured a reassuring, “I love you...” against his mouth as she kissed him, it faded a little with every instant he spent close to her, memorizing the way her words felt and made him feel.

“I love you too.”

He loved her, he loved her, he loved her.

Ardently, incredibly, deeply so.

Perhaps someday, he’d find a way to express that love flawlessly, with an invention or words so breathtaking and perfect, he’d eliminate the ache, the feeling of misunderstanding, the disconnect between his affection and his ability to convey it, forever.

But for now. Beneath the stars…in this quiet, plain, utterly ordinary backyard…..Isabella seemed to understand well enough.

For now, just Phineas was enough for her.

And, though he hadn’t grasped it just yet (and perhaps wouldn’t fully grasp it for quite some time), just Phineas would always be enough for her.

…

Ferb spent the ride home from regionally-renowned restaurant The Boiling Pot trying not to laugh as his parents discussed how the complimentary breadsticks had tasted good but not great and how it sure was a shame that Phineas and Isabella hadn’t tagged along with them because they would’ve loved the fireworks! And where had those fireworks even come from, anyway? What did “Gitchee Gitchee Goo” mean?

Ferb, of course, knew Isabella and Phineas were likely getting along just fine on their own.

He also knew precisely where the fireworks had come from. And what they meant. (He was a founding member of Phineas and the Ferbtones, after all.)

But he wasn’t about to spill the beans to his parents: Isabella and Phineas would have that honor.

“Have you heard from Phineas at all?” Linda asked.

Ferb glanced down at his phone and cracked a smile while scrolling through the messages he’d sent to Phineas over the past hour.

Phineas hadn’t responded to any of them, which wouldn’t have been a surprise even if Ferb hadn’t known he was spending time with Isabella. His brother wasn’t the greatest at replying to messages that didn’t need replies, especially when he was attending to other matters.

“I have not. I’m sure he’s fine, though.”

Ferb had done his best to stall at the restaurant, to be quite indecisive about his order and insist on buying dessert and give Phineas and Isabella as much time alone together as possible to figure out their feelings (because it was Phineas and Isabella: they needed all the time they could get), but one could only prolong the inevitable for so long.

Thankfully, the inevitable was about to happen.

(Well. Technically the inevitable had likely already happened, considering the fireworks. But Ferb couldn’t be absolutely sure until he got home because, again: it was Phineas and Isabella.)

“I wonder what Phineas and Isabella have been up to…” Laurence mused as he pulled in the driveway.

Ferb stifled a snicker in his elbow.

“Probably smooching,” he thought. “Or having heartfelt conversations about their feelings. Or just being sappy and sweet. Actually, it’s likely a combination of the three.”

He sent a quick text reading, “We’re home!” to Phineas before climbing out the car and heading for the door.

(Just in case they were partaking in the first of his proposed activities.)

Fortunately, Phineas and Isabella were not, in fact, partaking in the first of his proposed activities.

…but Ferb was more than a little perplexed by what they were up to instead.

He found Isabella and Phineas huddled over a textbook, graph paper, and calculators at the kitchen table, with an empty plate and two forks strewn off to the side.

Ferb’s eyebrows furrowed at the sight, confusion and apprehension prickling at his gut….because all of this seemed suspiciously platonic.

Sure, his brother and neighbor were seated QUITE close to one another. And the single plate and two forks seemed to indicate they’d shared food.

Both of those activities could be interpreted as romantic.

But they could also be interpreted as totally platonic (or, well, “totally platonic” in Phineas and Isabella’s case).

And Ferb also couldn’t be sure Isabella had seen the fireworks. Maybe they’d gone off too soon. Or too late. Maybe she’d been inside while they went off. Or asleep. Anything was possible in Danville.

Thus, Ferb couldn’t be absolutely, assuredly sure Phineas and Isabella were officially together until they told him. Or he asked them.

But he knew he shouldn’t just ask them, because if they hadn’t figured things out yet, asking them would just ruin the surprise and the four years he’d spent in silence about their mutual feelings would be for naught and HE WAS INCREDIBLY TIRED OF ALL THESE SECRETS—

“Woah! Hey, Ferb!!! I didn’t even hear you walk in the door!! How was the restaurant? .…and….how long have you been standing there?”

Phineas’s words rang hollow in Ferb’s head. He only barely comprehended his brother’s final sentence.

“….long enough to wonder whether you two have finally figured things out….” he muttered.

“OH! We sure did!!!” Phineas replied eagerly.

He gestured to a particularly complex-looking equation and continued, “This problem right here stumped us for awhile, but Isabella finally figured out we have to use the general Leibniz rule to solve it!!!! Honestly I can’t believe I didn’t think of that sooner, though I guess my brain has been a little preoccupied tonight…”

Ferb was going to fall over. He was going to fall over and then stand back up and grab a pillow and wack Phineas over the head with it because HE’D HAD AN ENTIRE ROMANTIC PICNIC AND FIREWORKS AND CONFESSION PLAN AT HIS DISPOSAL, HOW COULD HE BE TALKING ABOUT CALCULUS RIGHT NOW???? HOW HAD HE AND ISABELLA NOT FIGURED THINGS OUT YET??????

Isabella, meanwhile, glanced between Ferb (who looked about ready to snap something in half) and Phineas (who seemed blissfully unaware of that) before giggling. She placed a hand on Phineas’s shoulder and patted it gently, prompting him to look back at her.

“Phineas, sweetheart,” she voiced matter-of-factly, “I think Ferb is trying to ask if we started dating.”

She turned to Ferb and brightly added, “We DID start dating, by the way!!!!”

“Oh!!! Right!!”

(Phineas felt a little silly for not grasping that on his own, but it was alright.)

“Yeah, we started dating!!! Surprise!!”

And just like that. Relief. A mountain’s worth of pressure, over a DECADE’S worth of pressure, lifted from Ferb’s shoulders.

He sank into a chair opposite the happy couple and exhaled.

“….oh thank the stars.”

…

At last….Ferb can rest 😌.

ALSO MASSIVE SHOUT OUT TO MY BETA FOR COMING UP WITH “THE BOILING POT”!!!! I wanted to make a pun based off “The Boiling Isles” for the restaurant name (any Owl House fans here? 👀), and she came up with that and a couple other options and I LOVE HER THANK YOU FRIEND.

I sincerely hope you all enjoyed this chapter!! (And I sincerely hope the next update doesn’t take so long😅. But no promises, lol!) The end of the story is in sight…might take a couple more chapters to get there, but WE WILL GET THERE👏

As always, comments/reblogs/tags/likes are very much appreciated 😊💕

EDIT: OH ALSO!!!!! I owe a massive shout-out to @palizinhas. They write FANTASTIC Phinbella fic, and their story “Another Plan” inspired me to add the hurt/comfort scene into this chapter (I’d previously written it and decided to cut it).

#It’s been so long since i formatted a fic chapter for tumblr it feels weird #Not bad weird #But #weird #lol #anyway! Thanks for reading!!!#Chfil #Can’t help falling in love #Phineas and ferb #phinabella #phinbella #phineas flynn #isabella garcia shapiro #cadence writes #pnf fic

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vermillioncrown · 3 years

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okay, but is your friend invested in mr. queen? hahah pls share some reactions if both of you are okay with it

he's (C) fucking gone on mr. queen

C started watching when i was chromecasting ep 3, side-eyeing the show while waiting for the toaster over to pop

and when he got his dinner he just quietly sat next to me, ignoring all my "hahah yeah i know it's ridiculous but kdramas and stuff are like that, it's fun bc it's cringe..."

C, eating and staring at the screen "this is hilarious"

after three episodes in a row and 2am "are you watching more? will you let me know when you watch more?"

when we reached the surit-nal episodes he was metaphorically nail-biting and before the resolution C was enthusiastically postulating who could be behind the events

we roped a third friend (E) in and started over (C and me on ep 17)

C's reactions + supplementary E interaction:

i didn't want to admit that i had a soft spot for kim byeong im, but C hates him. then E was like "he's so cute" and i just... same. but i'm sorry my guy, you gotta move on

"UGH, him again?! move ON!" C on kim byeong im

"I love her," he says with full seriousness on court lady choi. i also love her

"pr-pregante?!?!?!?!" ("am i gregnant???" he loves the pregnant yahoo answers video)

E isn't into cheoljong in the beginning (his drowsy, slow-witted act), but C just gives her Looks of Disdain every time she says that

"the king is soooo much better than that guy" (C talking about cheoljong vs kim byeong im)

he loves how cheoljong's.... everything. but especially the way he laughs. "hah. hah. hah," with full teeth, open mouth, and lips.

(whenever something requires a sarcastic laugh irl, C starts staring at me and laughing like cheoljong. i don't know if it's better or worse than his deliberate frenchy laugh "hon hon hon")

"you called him a... a 'simp'? what does that mean??" > one episode later > "you SIMP"

"NO Dumb Cousin, sTOP" (on kim hwan) "UGH HE's SO DUMB" (i know kim hwan is dumb of ass, but he's good of heart and i love him)

"aaaahh, she's amazing..." whenever court lady choi does anything

he starts bouncing in his seat whenever the music indicating 'shenanigans' starts in the background

"huh. that's what he looks like when he smiles" (on re-watching the early episodes and seeing kim jwa geun+kim byeong im actually express positive emotions)

"OOOOOOOOOO DISRESPECT!" (the kim jwa geun sword thing) "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOO GET OUTTA HERE"

he picked up a lot of american slang and increased swearing from me (+ my weird diction), which is quite different from his mild quebecois way of speaking "hmmm, 'never show your whole ass', eh?" (letting irrationality and emotional state control your actions, making a mess of things, being a hot mess)

two episodes after... "guy, stop showing your whole ass!!!!"

"oh.h my GOD. consort. consort.... i thought better of you! ... her whole ass is out..." (on jo hwa jin)

seeing all the food in the show and being reminded of how much rice our apartment eats (for 2 white guys + me) "wow we are rice bitches" (< that's it. we can't send him back to canada)

"AAA THEM!!!!" *pointing violently at the screen* when court lady choi + royal cook do their thing

when kim hwan goes through his romantic turmoil "bwaaahahahaa!!! RIP!!! HAHAHAHAHA!!!"

"one more episode. i mean, .... if you have time... and i have time.... oh wait let me play overwatch w [my bf] first, will you be awake after?? ok one more episode" (i told him i'll go do my nighttime routine and wait)

#C's official statement: 'i don't like dramas. i love mr. queen.'#E's comment: 'there's so much going on. verm i'm a basic bitch; i only watch the real housewives'#i think if E says one more positive thing about kim byeong im in front of C he's gonna pummel her like ip man and that's her greatest fear #greatest immediate fear #E: she's ridiculous (on mc)#C: excuse you it's MR. queen #Anonymous #inquiry #verm is watching...

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lunellumcas · 4 years

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So back when there was talk that this 15x10 might have a surprising big and genuine story moment, I had a sort of “wildest dreams” prediction I was quietly nursing: I was hoping in my heart of hearts for a coming out moment for Dean. ie. like, something ridiculous happens that sort of unluckily outs dean for laughs and it turns into a short sweet and genuine moment. (I figured it might be in this ep if any bc it would be meta enough to be judged “safe” bc the meta-ness makes room for plausible deniability by the audience receiving things that happen as sort of ridiculous jokes with little bearing on canon, though that’s of course not really true.) So after this ep I was thinking it’s kind of a shame that Dabb didn’t textually go there in this ep. And then I realized. He kind of did.

The subtext of this ep is a coming out in a major way—I think maybe even more than the subtextual homoeroticism in Last Call. It ups the subtext, I think, to a homoromanticism that’s very different from the standard homo subtext we usually see. Let me explain:

The first thing that struck me as odd is the dentist scene. (Anybody else associate dentists on spn with, you know, drilling?) I’m not even going to get into the dream sequence yet, I’m just talking about the frankly weird vibes I picked up on first watch between dean and Garth. Garth leads dean into the basement, saying “come on” and sort of physically (a little forcefully but not violently) guiding him down. Dean has what I guess is an expected reaction for someone who’s never “been to the dentist” before—he’s scared at first. But Garth relaxes him (you know, physically) and then he enjoys it. It didn’t hit me until I saw the little look of pleasure that slips onto Dean’s face when he loses his inhibitions, but that look really did something. Dean has this oddly transformative physical experience with Garth that involves drilling and is essentially euphemised with dancing.. and then after he’s sore but happy, a little embarrassed, but better off. ?!?!?!

Ok before I get into the dancing meta, I also want to mention that this transformative physical experience in the basement is followed by well, some butt references (I didn’t want to go here but I just have to mention it, because WHY) Not only is Dean penetrated by Garth’s dental equipment, he’s also called out specifically by these butt references: Garth tells Dean specifically “You need to get a colonoscopy stat,” and then Dean himself uses the colorful phrase “god yanked the magic horseshoe out of our ass.” Honorable mention, later on Dean goes right for the grenade launcher of bisexuality, tho he doesn’t get to use it. (But he does call it sweetheart and take it to the bathroom with him soooo).

Okay back to the Dean x Garth subtext: Dean’s little pseudo crush on Garth maintains through the ep: At first meeting they hug, Garth comments that dean smells good, dean steps back, a little discomposed. (Remember this is before the *experience*). When Garth takes dean down to the.. uh.. *white* room, dean comments on Garth’s strength, albeit he sounds a little intimidated by it, like he’s worried it might hurt him a bit (not enough for him to want to stop even if he’s performatively declining, uhuh, you know what I’m saying). After the drilling experience, at the warehouse, dean comments on Garth’s strength again, but this time his voice is full of admiration, appreciation, and yes, it sounds an awful lot like attraction. He even repeats “he’s so strong” to himself, soft and breathless. And the ep rounds out with another dean/Garth hug where this time dean leans into the hug, telling Garth that HE smells good before glancing down at Garth’s lips and then licking his own lips. This boy, I swear.

Ok now let’s go back to the dentist experience bc I think it’s sort of the key to this whole thing and is where the homoromanticism v. Homoeroticism ties in: There’s something very important about Dean’s dream dance sequence. I mean, on the surface, he’s dancing with another man, to a song that’s undeniably about sex (“They say the Spring Means just one thing To little lovebirds; We're not above birds, Let's misbehave!”) by a man that was widely believed to be bisexual (Cole Porter, thank you @wigglebox for pointing this out on my dash). Most importantly, midway through the song, Garth conspicuously disappears and is replaced by... a lamp. At first I thought this was odd. The disappearance was so conspicuous and I couldn’t place what it meant. I was like why can’t he dance with Garth 😭 just bc they’re two men? That’s not fair? If it was, like, Charlie, we would have seen it?

But then I realized that they couldn’t have them literally dance together (in a traditional slow dance hold) when that type of dance is shown to be explicitly romantic later in the ep. because that would impart romance here retroactively, and dean is not *actually* romantically interested in Garth. Garth is married (and, well, maybe in a way, Dean is too..) so if the show is pushing dean toward Garth, but Garth isn’t the actual destination, what is? Well, it’s gotta be the “lamp.” And the kicker is, dean didn’t have to slow dance with a lamp. There didn’t have to be slow dancing at all. But Dabb chose to make a real thing out of it, with the dream + the end. Why?

Alright, I’ll “come out” with it: it’s symbolic. Garth (and therefore Dean’s queer ROMANTIC subtext aimed at him) is a stand in for someone who isn’t there. Someone associated with light. Someone dean could dance happily with. Because in the end, as dean says “I could be a dancer”, we’re left with the impression that, like Garth and Bess, dean wants to dance with somebody (somebody who loves him). But whoever could it be????????? Who else is a man, that’s strong, that has saved dean, that has hugged him, that comforts him and impresses him and sometimes frustrates him, tries to sacrifice himself for him, is a little socially awkward, has a history with Dean, and is also such a strong part of the narrative that he’s being literally lampshaded with an actual lamp. Whoever could it be? We just don’t know.

But we do. I believe, like in the text of the song, the subtext of it means just one thing: Destiel.

#spn spoilers #spn 15x10 #the heroes' journey #dean is bi #destiel #deancas #dean x garth

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darkdevasofdestruction · 4 years

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Day 12 : Fantasy/Video Game - Larry Johnson

‘ Bby come over, I miss u. Pizza, games n chill. Mum’s with Henry. ‘ was the text I got from Larry, so of course, I grinned at the phone and putting in my earbuds, I close the book I was reading and go to the bus station, hugging my jacket closer to me and breathing into my scarf, despite my glasses getting all steamed up, and wait until the bus arrives, in the meantime continuing my lecture of the detective book I was reading.

Of course, Murder on the Orient Express by Agatha Christie is an excellent book, but I can’t say I wasn’t expecting many of the tropes that became such clichees over the years in nowadays detective books and movies, but hey, at least they’re enjoyable!

When I got close to the Addison apartments, I get off the bus and walk my way there, going down to the basement and knocking on the door, waiting for Larry to open the door, which he did sooner than expected, and I quickly got engulfed by a bear hug by my favourite boy.

“Hey, sweety, how are you? I see that you brushed your hair, it looks so smooth and silky! What’s the occasion?” I asked, my arms around his torso, my chin resting on his chest, looking up at him as he was much taller than me. “You coming over is enough of a special occasion for me to try to look my best.” he grinned softly, kissing the top of my head, making my squeal at how sweet he was being, and I burried my face in his chest, hugging him tighter. “You’re so adorable! Oooooff, I wanna fluff you up so bad.” I rubbed my face on his chest like a cat would, acting like a spoiled girl, getting him to chuckle at my behaviour, picking me up, as I put my limbs around him like a baby sloth would, and we got to his room, crashing on the bed and cuddling.

Because come on, cuddling is the best.

“Babe, check this out! I recently got this game called Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time and dude, it’s SO good. And the music, man, the MUSIC is SO neat, I’m sure you’ll love it. Wanna play?” he rolled us so he was on top of me, instead of on the side, and he put one of his hands on my face, as I leaned in to his touch, feeling much warmer and content than before. “How about you play and I watch? You know I love watching you play. You’re so adorable, and I can play with your hair and kiss you and hug you and fluff you up, Larbear.” I giggled as he started blushing and whined at that nickname that everyone is using to tease him, seeing that his mum calls him that too. “Don’t call me that, Kitten, you know it embarrasses me.” he muttered as he got up, put the game in and continued from where he was at, and sat on the bed in a criss-crossed position, patting the place he did with his legs so I could sit between them and watch him play as I would rest my back on his buff chest. “Uhhh this game looks so pretty! And you’re right, the music is gorgeous!” I clap in excitement putting his arms around me so he could both hug me and play. “Knew you’d like it, babe.” he smirked, putting his chin on my head. “What’s this about? Is this little elf guy Zelda? Or why is it called that way?” I asked, curious of the game. “No, Kitty-Cat, that smurf kid with point ears that looks like a Christmas elf is Link. Zelda is the princess and he has to save her. Ain’t that neat?” he grinned, continuing his Quest to save the princess. “Can we call the shortie Sally? I mean, he looks as short as Sal, so why not? It would make things even better! And the princess can be Ash! That sounds so cute!” I hype him, making him chuckle and kiss my cheek. “You know what? That sounds pretty dope, I’m in.” he replied, but it wasn’t long before I started bugging him again. “Can I braid your hair, baby? It’s soooo beautiful and I loveeeeeeee it and I want my hair to be pretty like yours.” I turn around and put my arms on his shoulders, leaning on him, letting my hands brush through his soft hair. “You’re so clingy today, what’s with you? I thought I was the clingy one.” he let out an amused breath and putting down his controller, letting me put my legs around his waist so I could braid strands of his hair, occasionally stealing a kiss from him. “You don’t like it? I could always stop, if you want to...” I pouted, looking down, but he knew I was messing around, so he blew some air on my face. “Kat, shut up, you know I love it when you’re affectionate. Also, your hair is much prettier than mine, and this red shade is super hot. How about we play some World of Warcraft after this?” he suggested, making me nod my head vigurously. “Yeah, that’d be fun! Hey, hey, Larry Berry, can I ask you something?” I ask a bit timidly, making him raise his eyebrow in confusion, looking down at me, but I was a bit too embarrassed to look at him. “Yeah, what is it, Kitty-Cat?” he asks, putting down his controller once again and raising my face with his hands, planting a kiss on my forehead. “Would you...If something weird happened, like the cult, maybe...You know...Would you...Would you save me like Link saves Zelda?” I close my eyes in embarrassment, feeling my cheeks burning and my heart beating desperately, until I feel Larry’s soft lips on mine. “Silly, why even ask that? Don’t you already know you’re my Princess? I’ll always be here to save you, no matter what.” he hugged me tightly to his chest, making me smile in happiness, putting my hands around him, clutching on the back of his SF Tshirt. “Yeah...I know...You’re the best, Larry. I always feel safe and happy when I’m with you.” I confess tenderly, feeling at peace. “Hey, actually, I’ve an idea, but don’t take it wrong, okay? I want to do 2 things, but I don’t want to freak you out or something. Do you trust me?” he asks, looking into my eyes with a tender expression. “Of course I do. I trust you with every fiber of my being. You’re the only one who knows me for who I am and I know I can trust you to take care of me.” I reply softly, making him hide his face with his hands for a few seconds, feeling more embarrassed than me, before taking off his shirt and putting it to the side. “Will you please take off your sweater and Tshirt too? I promise I will explain. I won’t look either.” he started breathing a bit faster, biting his lip in slight anxiety.

I said nothing, instead, I nodded and took off my dark green sweater, then my Scorpions Tshirt, revealing my maroon bra. I looked down a bit shy, trying to hide my belly, that despite knowing it wasn’t big, I was still insecure of, but before I knew it, I got hugged tightly to his chest, and I could hear his heartbeat.

“Can you feel it? That’s my heart, and it’s beating for you. Ever since you came into my life, I could feel I was doing much better, despite all the shit I’ve been through. I’ve always wanted to have you safe and protected, so when I heard of what you’ve been through, I kinda lost it. I know I can get violent when someone angers me, and I can be pretty impulsive sometimes, but that will never stop the fact that I love you so much that I don’t know words to describe it. I ain’t as smart as you, but Kat, you’re amazing and I don’t deserve you. But you chose me, and I’ve never been happier ever since. And hearing you say that you trust and love me is the best thing I could hear, really.” he confessed and I could feel my hear trembling with emotion at how sweet and genuine he was being. “You have no idea how much I love you and how grateful I am that you didn’t get tired of me or something. I really love you, Larry, and I’m very happy that you’re so patient and understanding with me. I couldn’t have pulled through without you.” I reply, kissing him lightly on his lips, making him open his eyes in wonder, without realising that he said he wouldn’t, but then he got flustered, which amused me so much that I started laughing. “Here, take this. Will you spend the night over? It’s already late, mum’s not coming home tonight and it’s so cozy around here. C’mon, you know you can’t resist.” he chuckled, putting his Tshirt on me, fitting me like a dress. “You’re giving this to me for the night? Are you sure? It’s SF, your fave band.” I asked awkwardly, not sure what to say. “My favourite band and my favourite girl. It fits, right? And I’m not giving to you for the night, I’m giving it to you forever. It’s my way of saying that I trust you that much.” he grinned at me, making me hug him tightly once again, fangirling a bit. “You’re the absolute best, Larry Berry. I love you so much.” I chirped in a voice higher than my usual tone. “Okay, Strawberry Shortcake, that’s enough fluff for today. Let’s get some pizza, drink pepsi and binge some TV series.” he suggested, getting up and going to the kitchen to get the food, so I took off my pants to get comfy for the movie marathon, before jogging after him to help him carry the snacks, but I think he might have been shocked by what he was seeing ‘cause he spit out the pepsi. “What’s it, babe, like what you’re seeing?” I chuckled in amusement at his crestfallen face. “You betcha I do. You’re godamn stunning, Princess. You matchin’?” he asked in curiosity, making me laugh even harder. “With my hair? Definitely. With something else? I’ll let your curiosity guess.” I teased him, taking the snacks and going to the bedroom. “Oh, and, by the way! Let’s watch Lord Of The Rings! We’re the best Elf duo, wohoo!” I cheered, with a little skip in my movement, super excited for the movies, as I jump in bed, before I heard Larry’s deep voice saying a bit louder than he might have wished for “THEY MATCH!”

#fluffy self-cember #fluffy #self indulgent #sally face #sal fisher #sally face imagine #sally face x reader #larry johnson #larry johnson imagine #larry johnson x reader #ashley campbell #todd morrison #ghosts #december #christmas #fantasy #elf #lord of the rings

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desparikon · 4 years

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Fanfic misfires feat. Murdoc #2

The Valentine’s fics I’ve been working on aren’t happening, soooo

1. Jack/Murdoc

2. Murdoc/Mac (theme: hair clip)

3. Murdoc/Bozer (theme: birthday)

4. Murdoc/Bozer (theme: cheesy Christmas movies)

Murdoc backhanded Jack, a line of blood welling up when a metal detail on his glove caught against his cheek.

Jack's hand flew to the scratch. "The Hell is your problem?!"

Murdoc shrugged. "Oops."

He shoved Murdoc back, nearly causing him to lose his balance. Before Jack could take advantage of the opening, Murdoc slammed his foot into Jack’s knee, and threw him to the ground, but was drug down by Jack’s grip on his sleeve.

This time, Jack was able to get a handle on Murdoc before he caused too much trouble. He dug one knee into Murdoc’s stomach, the other trapping an arm against the floor. Murdoc struggled violently, so he gave his other wrist a warning twist as he pinned it to the floor.

“Hold still!”

“Make me!”

Jack fisted Murdoc’s hair, immediately convincing him to go still. They glared at each other, silently continuing their combat as they caught their breath.

It was Jack who broke their staring contest, growling quietly, “Fuck it,” before leaning down and crushing his lips against Murdoc’s, holding him tightly in anticipation of resistance.

Resistance that didn’t come.

A quiet moan was all it took to break the tension.

Jack relaxed his hold on Murdoc’s hair, running his hand through it before letting his hand drift to Murdoc’s neck. Murdoc rolled his stomach as best he could against Jack’s knee, encouraging to him to go lower. Jack obliged, and earned a needy moan as he pulled on Murdoc’s shirt before trailing lower, lower--

"--c? Mac?"

"Huh? Yeah?"

"Hey, don't worry." Jack rubbed his hands soothingly over Mac's shoulders. "Next time Murdoc shows up, I’ll deal with him. I won’t give him a chance to get near you again.”

Mac hoped any blushing was invisible under the soft lighting. "...Thanks, Jack."

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"Doesn't that get annoying?"

Mac looked up from his project to where Murdoc was sitting on the kitchen counter, watching him with a pleased smile. He sighed and stood up straight. "You, interrupting me?"

"The hair flip. You've done it eight times in the past five minutes."

"I didn't notice." Now that Murdoc had brought attention to it, he realized that his hair had once again fallen into his face.

"You really get in the zone."

"But it apparently annoys you. Guess next time you're holding scissors, I should be concerned that you'll cut my hair instead of stabbing me." A knowing smile pulled at the corner of his lips. They both knew Murdoc was past the stage of wanting to kill him.

"No, it just makes me want to touch it even more. And it's...one of the little things you do, that I think about. Did think about." He reached into one of his pockets. "I have something for you."

He dropped off the counter, and walked around the table to stand in front of Mac before holding up the tiny present.

"Hair clips?"

"To keep your hair out of the way. I made sure to pick the package with blue ones, so they'd match your eyes."

Murdoc gently swept Mac's bangs to one side, and slid the first clip in, pulling them out of Mac's face. He added a second clip to make sure it was doubly secure.

"Fancy." His fingers lingered in Mac's hair, unable to resist the softness.

"Feels kinda weird." Mac lifted a hand to run his own fingers over the clips. "But I think they'll hold."

It still made him feel slightly shy when Murdoc did nice things for him, like seeing happy Murdoc was something forbidden. He moved his hand over the hair around Murdoc's ear, even though it was already neatly tucked behind it.

"You didn't bring any for you."

"Blue doesn't match with this outfit."

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"Murdoc! You're here!" Bozer wrapped his arms around Murdoc's neck, and kissed his cheek.

"Should I be worried, seeing how excited you are at me just walking in the door?"

"I wasn't sure you'd actually show up." Bozer took Murdoc's hand, and led him from the front door to a chair at the kitchen table. "Sit. I have a surprise for you!"

"So your text said."

"First off, you have to close your eyes."

Murdoc hesitated, but decided that Bozer's energy was only eager, not malicious, so did as instructed.

"Don't peek."

"Hmmm..."

"No."

He heard Bozer retrieve a plate from a cabinet and set it on the kitchen counter, followed by quiet noises as he moved items on the counter.

"I was thinking about last time, when you were trying to tell us that your birthday is on April 1st."

"Because it is."

"Uh-huh. But, it got me thinking about how it doesn't have to be your birthday to celebrate." He sat the plate on the kitchen table. "Ta da!"

Murdoc opened his eyes to find a double-sized cupcake sitting in front of him. Yellow cake filled with rainbow sprinkles, and topped with a large spiral of chocolate icing that was almost as big as the cupcake itself. More rainbow sprinkles finished it off.

"You made this...specially for me?" Murdoc kept his gaze low, his eyes glistening with tears.

"Of course! I wanted to do something in honor of all the birthdays I know you didn't celebrate. Maybe you didn't care, or other people in your life didn't, but I'm here now, and I care. Because you being alive makes me happy."

"Wilt, I..." A few tears escaped down his face. "I love it."

"And no birthday's complete without making a wish!" He pushed a candle into the icing, careful to disturb as little of it as possible, and lit it. "Happy birthday, Murdoc!"

Murdoc smiled to himself before blowing out the flame.

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Bozer rolled his eyes and turned on the TV. Murdoc was currently lying on the living room floor on his back, eyes closed.

“Guess I don’t have to worry about you complaining about what I pick to watch. Since you’re dead or whatever.”

He opened the channel guide, and scrolled to see what the cooking channels were showing. The guide lagged for a few seconds, and the cursor landed on one of those channels that focused on feel-good programming. The Christmas season meant sappy, made-for-TV romance movies, and the current movie was of the Cinderella variety.

Definitely not his type of movie. But perfect for annoying Murdoc.

The ballroom scene was already underway, and the airy music, combined with conversations about the prince, got Murdoc’s attention. He slowly turned his head toward the TV. Bozer couldn’t see Murdoc’s face, but he was glad for the TV that it wasn’t alive to be able to see his glare.

“What. Is. That?”

"Oh my Goddddd! Murdoc! She's dancing with the prince! But he doesn't know that she's the owner of the Christmas tree shop!"

Murdoc gave a long, pained moan. “Ughhhhh...the life is being sucked out of me! And it’s not even the good kind of sucking.”

“Quiet! You’re ruining this beautiful moment.”

“This movie’s stupid. Change the channel.”

“What’re you gonna do? Come over here and make me?”

Murdoc rolled onto his side, and stared up at Bozer. “If I have to get up...”

“You want the remote that bad? Here.” He dangled it off the couch, and waited for Murdoc to scoot himself within arm’s reach before pulling it back up. “Mine!”

“Now you’re in trouble.”

“Oh no! Murdoc’s gonna punish me!” Bozer tackled Murdoc before he could be pulled off the couch, and slapped at Murdoc’s hands. “You like that?!”

Their limbs tangled as they playfully wrestled, but Bozer straddled Murdoc to keep him from gaining the upper hand. Pokes into his sides caused him to wildly jerk.

“Don’t tickle me! I’ll tickle you!”

“I’d like to see you try.”

Bozer firmly held one of Murdoc’s wrists as he wriggled underneath him, attempting to protect his exposed side with his remaining free hand.

“Your Highness, I do believe that’s mistletoe hanging in the doorway.”

Their attention snapped back to the TV. Gay prince? In one of these movies??

The scene continued, revealing that something about the mistletoe was going to lead the prince to his mystery woman.

Murdoc scowled. “How dare you have these guys walk under mistletoe and have nothing happen! I hate this movie!"

“You’re just jealous that you weren’t there when someone put up mistletoe in the war room.”

“...Maybe.”

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Cutscene #5

*Once again, I apologize for the late update. This update would feel very rushed--but that’s because of my inexperience with writing action/fighting scenes. And because I needed to push the story to where it needs to be as soon as possible. I hope this fact won’t reduce your enjoyment of my au. ^^;

May 18, 20xx, 4:43 pm

“Hey, Kiiboy?”

“Not now.”

“Yes now.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“Ye~s!”

Kiibo leaned against his seat, sighing in exasperation as he pinched the bridge of his nose. “What do you want this time? Can’t you see that I still have a lot of schoolwork I need to catch up on?”

“What I see is that you are in desperate need of a good walk in the park, my friend,” Ouma shamelessly plucked his roommate’s reading glasses and wore it on his head. “Getting stressed about doing work while doing work is hardly productive, you know.”

They spent a couple of minutes in an impromptu staring contest, to which Kiibo eventually forfeited.

“Fine. I suppose I do need a breather,” Kiibo snatched his reading glasses back from his roommate’s head. “As long as we don’t stay out too long, I guess it’s okay.”

“Great! There’s this good hotdog stand by the park. My treat!” Ouma grinned. ‘Step one--cleared.’

Kiibo shook his head. “No. I’ll treat you. You took care of me while I was sick.”

Ouma blinked in surprise before moving to cover his pleased smile. “Be careful there Kiiboy. Keep doing this and I might just fall in love~”

The albino simply rolled his eyes as he pocketed his wallet. “Ha, ha. Anyway, are we going or not?”

“Heck yeah we are!” Ouma skipped towards the doorway after shrugging his backpack on.

“What’s the backpack for?” Kiibo asked as he locked their room.

“It’s just in case something happens! Like sauce spilling on my shirt. Also first aid kit in case you...I don’t know, slip and fall or something. You’re just so clumsy that I can’t afford to be confident that you’re getting out of this trip unscathed.”

“Is this how you see me?” Kiibo huffed.

“I’m just stating facts, my good sir,” Ouma tipped his invisible hat. “Anyway we better hurry! If we wait around any longer they might run out of the good stuff!” He grabbed his roommate by the wrist and made a dash for the school gate.

After paying for their hotdogs, Ouma led Kiibo farther and farther from the crowd of people and into the forest. Which normally would raise alarm bells in any sane person who was being tugged into a forest. But this was Ouma. If Ouma wanted to murder him, he would have done so as soon as he went to sleep.

“Why are you taking me into the forest?”

“I usually go for walks while eating, and I happened to find this great spot to watch the sunset. There’s also a bench there! The best part is, no one really wants to walk all the way here just for a seat. So it’s practically all ours,” Ouma grinned.

“I see...”

“Oh it’s here! Man the light reflects really well in the lake--”

“A lake?”

“Yeah, a lake!” Ouma grabbed Kiibo by the wrist for the umpteenth time that day and led him to the bench with unbridled excitement.

Kiibo had his doubts, but the sunset view had rendered him speechless. Ouma wasn’t lying--the view was gorgeous. The way the sun’s rays bathed the forest with a soft yellow glow was something worth painting. Oh, if only he were a painter...

“You sitting or not?” Ouma punctuated his question by shoving the hotdog in his mouth as he patted the free space beside him.

“Ah,” Kiibo shook his head a little to snap out of his daze. “I’m sitting.”

Ouma simply smiled at him with his eyes since he was still busy chewing. At least he still had the manners to not speak while eating.

They spent time eating their snack in comfortable silence as they watched the golden orb that is the sun slowly sink under the horizon.

“Soooo...whatcha think?” Ouma tilted his head as he grinned--cheek stained with ketchup and mustard. Not at all ashamed of breaking the silence.

“...I think you need to clean your face up,” Kiibo heaved out a sigh as he made a move to wipe the other man’s face with a tissue. “And...you’re right. It’s pretty good. The price is affordable too.”

“Riiiight?! I always try to drop by their stand everyday--except when my schedule doesn’t allow me at all,” Ouma grabbed the tissue from the albino and started wiping his face on his own.

“By the way, there’s something I’ve been wondering about.”

“Mm?”

“I still find it weird that there’s a bench all the way out into the forest.” Kiibo looked around their vicinity. It was his first time visiting the forest area located in the park, and he wasn’t too sure if it’s normal to find a well furnished bench hidden by trees and foliage.

“No, actually,” Ouma paused to finish his last bite. “It wasn’t here before, but maybe I’m not the only person who found this spot after all. Probably asked some of the people in charge to move a bench here.” That’s a lie, of course. This was simply Step 2 of his plan.

“I see...I suppose that makes sense.”

“Well, at least we benefited off of it,” Ouma smiled, stretching his arms over his head before standing up and walking towards the lake. “I wouldn’t have brought you here if it weren’t for the bench.”

“So the bench was the most important thing here and not the view?” Kiibo quirked a brow.

“Of course! My comfort--and in this case, our comfort is way more important than watching the sun,” Ouma wagged a finger as though he was sharing valuable wisdom. “We can enjoy the view better if we’re comfortable.”

“You’re right,” Kiibo then crumpled the hotdog wrapper and shoved it in his pocket. “...Anyway, it’s getting dark. We should head back now.”

“No! Not yet!” Ouma puffed his cheeks. “We’re not here just to watch the sun set. We’re also here to watch the moon rise!”

“The moon...you do realize it would be really dark in the forest if we actually wait for the moon--”

“I know! That’s why I packed a flashlight in my backpack,” Ouma waved a hand in the general direction of his backpack which was resting on the bench.

“You’re awfully prepared for this. Did you plan to lure me out here from the start?” Kiibo shook his head in mild disbelief.

“What if I was? It worked, didn’t it?” Ouma winked. Now this was definitely not a lie. “Relax. Just stay in your seat and watch the moon, alright? We’ll go home as soon as it’s over.”

Aquamarine eyes stared into amethyst. He’s really doing a bad job at winning in conversations today. “Alright. Dinner’s going to be on you tonight.”

“I accept your terms,” Ouma could see it--how relaxed the albino was. His pupils were slowly dilating--the moon wasn’t out yet but the dark sky was starting to affect him. His body knows what’s about to come. Fortunately for both of them, Ouma knows too.

Truth be told, the thought of watching the moon rise filled him with dread.

Kiibo found it odd how he couldn’t remember anything that’s transpired during nighttime for the past few week. He can’t trust himself to study at night because of this. Which is why he rescheduled his studying time to the afternoon. It scared him a little--feeling this way. But surely there wasn’t anything wrong with him? Maybe he was falling asleep without him realizing which is why he doesn’t remember much about the night before…

“Kiiboy, it’s here.”

Prompted by his roommate’s voice, he looked up at the rising moon.

That was when he felt completely odd. His body froze at the sight of the glowing white orb on the darkened sky. His body felt hot. Extremely hot. His bones were aching. His entire body was shaking. His mind was growing blank the longer he stared at the glowing celestial body.

The worst part were his thoughts.

Kill.

Destroy.

Tear it to shreds!!!

Such violent words invaded his mind. Words that have never crossed his mind were filling his headspace. Commanding him to obey. He moved to stand up, trying to steady himself with the bench.

The pain that followed was sharp. Excruciating. It felt like he was being ripped apart and then later reassembled into a form that’s only vaguely his. Much like a badly sewn ragdoll that was given the Frankenstein treatment.

“Gghhk!!” The pain was unbearable. He couldn’t hear himself. But he could feel it. He could feel his throat growing raw from all his screaming. He felt like he was being slowly ripped apart from the seams.

Deaf to his own screams of agony, Kiibo didn’t realize that the sound that left his mouth were no longer screams of a pained human being--but rather the angered howls of a wild beast.

The soft rustling of the trees and the sight of leaves falling like gentle rain did little to calm the situation.

“Heh...not a bad form at all, Kiiboy. You’re honestly a lot bigger than what I expected you to be.“

“But size has never stopped me from putting a pup in its place.“

Their battle was without ceremony. What else do you expect when one of the parties is a rampaging werewolf?

Kiibo was completely acting out on his new instincts. The instinct to kill any and every vampire in sight. Despite his rather large form, his agility was not to be underestimated if Ouma wanted to live. Which he does.

Ouma swiftly transformed into his bat form and flew above his rampaging roommate before reverting to his previous form and landed a strong kick across the werewolf’s torso--sending it flying into a lake. He took this chance to catch his breath and to assess the damages he’s sustained.

“Tch...I won’t be able to hold out for too long at this rate...” he panted. “The one thing I desperately needed but failed to get a hold off--blood. Fucking awesome.” He glared at the torn sight of his navy blue hoodie. “He owes me a new hoodie too.”

The werewolf let out a furious howl as soon as it got out of the lake’s watery depths. It seems kicking him in ice-cold water only made him angrier.

Ouma cursed his exhaustion when he lost his footing mid-dodge. He grunted as his head collided against a tree before getting pinned beneath the growling creature.

“Shit--!!!” Ouma screamed when he felt Kiibo’s canines dig in his right shoulder. “Get off me you dumbass!” he aimed his punches at the albino’s eye in the hopes of making it lose its grip on his shoulder. Fortunately, it worked.

The vampire then struggled to move his legs upwards until his knees are pushing against his chest. “I said get off!!!” He kicked Kiibo on the chest with both of his feet as hard as he could.

Ouma then grabbed a fallen tree by its roots and smacked Kiibo away from him, not giving the werewolf time to recover at all. With a palm resting against his bleeding shoulder, he teleported on the werewolf’s back and dug his nails into its shoulder, eliciting a pained howl followed by another angrier one.

“Oh shut up! I’ve had enough of your BULLSHIT!” It had been centuries since he’s had his fangs out in its full length. It almost felt alien to him. Almost. He made sure to put in all of his strength into this one bite.

The deliciously rich flavor of werewolf blood mixing with Kiibo’s human ones filled his throat much to his content. His strength was returning and he could already feel his wound closing. Even Kiibo was having a hard time getting him off his back due to his growing strength.

Ouma only let go once he felt the muscles and bones beneath him shifting and crunching. He licked his lips as he watched his roommate slowly revert back to his original form. His naked and shivering form.

The vampire then moved to grab his backpack from the mess of fallen trees and pulled out a fresh change of clothes he got for Kiibo. He didn’t miss the confusion in the albino’s eyes when the latter saw his bloodied form approaching him in calm strides.

“What...happened?“ Kiibo’s voice was hoarse. Raw from all his screaming and howling before, during, and after his transformation.

“Oh, nothing much. Just had some intense make out session that got of hand. Ended up destroying a few trees here and there because of how amazing a kisser I was,” Ouma deadpanned. “--Of course that’s a fucking lie! You turned into a werewolf Kiiboy! I could have died!” He tossed the clothing at the albino with a frown.

“A...a werewolf...?” Kiibo blanched at the thought.

“Wear your clothes first. I’ll answer your questions later,“ Ouma idly rubbed his right shoulder, hiding his satisfaction of finding that the wound was no longer there.

Due to the roughhousing earlier, the bench got wrecked into mere splinters, and so they had no other options but to sit on the grass. As Kiibo listened to the voice recording Ouma took with his new phone, he felt dizzier and dizzier. The screaming was definitely his. And although it was a little vague--even during the growling parts, he could still hear traces of his voice coming from it.

Ouma’s bloody face and clothes were an indicator that this wasn’t an elaborate plot just to mess with him.

“I...how? This never happened before!” Kiibo regarded his companion with panicked eyes. “How could I...how could I suddenly turn into a monster?!”

“The ‘dog’ you took care of was a werewolf, you ding-dong,“ Ouma huffed. “How could you even mistake a wolf for a dog!?”

“It was barking, Ouma-kun. Wolves don’t bark! They howl, they growl--they don’t bark as often as dogs do!” Kiibo hissed, faltering a little when the pain from the previous skirmish was finally registering.

“Tch. Terrific acting from an old bastard, I see,” Ouma bit on thumbnail. “...In any case, everything’s going to be okay.”

“Okay? No I’m not! How am I supposed to deal with this?!” Kiibo grunted when he felt a slightly dislocated shoulder pop back into place. One of the perks of his new predicament is his enhanced healing. Not that it made him any happier. “There’s going to be another full moon tomorrow and--I still have a lot of schoolwork to do! I can’t--I can’t possibly juggle being a student and a monster at the same time!”

“Of course you can! All you need is some proper training and you’ll be able to keep your self-awareness even during a full moon,” Ouma patted him on the back. “Dogs can be trained. And you’re practically a big dog. Chin up!”

“Training. I don’t even know where to start.... For one thing I won’t be conscious tomorrow to even think of training, am I?” Kiibo groused, burying his face in his knees.

“It’s fiiine. Because I’m a vampire. I can keep you in check,” Ouma smiled.

Kiibo lifted his head to glare at him. “Look, it’s nice and all that you’re trying to cheer me up. But cracking jokes like that just makes me want to smack you. Because now is definitely not the time for jokes like that.”

“Huh? But it’s not a joke though! See for yourself!” Ouma tapped his neck on the left side, prompting the albino to do the same.

Kiibo froze when he felt two deep puncture wounds on his neck which was still in the process of healing up. He looked up at Ouma, eyes widening in shock when the latter unabashedly showed him his fangs.

He knew that he really should be more shocked--but the revelation that he’s going to be stuck as a werewolf monster for the rest of his life took the brunt of his shock. Not to mention how it felt like he had solved a mysterious riddle surrounding his odd roommate.

“Is that why you’ve been going around licking my wounds all this time?”

“Yup!”

Kiibo hid his face in his hands. His days of peace are now over.

“Nishishi! Don’t worry, I know a thing or two about werewolves~” Ouma snickered. “I’ll train you in exchange for your blood!”

“M...my blood?” Kiibo gulped.

“Mmmhm~” Ouma placed a finger against his own lips. “Now that you’re a werewolf, I could feed to my heart’s content without worrying about turning you~”

“I...I see...” Kiibo’s mind was reeling from the new knowledge. He knew he didn’t have much choice. Ouma was a vampire--another monster. He was pretty much the only person who can restrain him in his werewolf form as proven by this night alone. This was his only bet of maintaining his normal life without causing trouble for everyone. “...Alright. I accept.”

Ouma’s pupils narrowed into slits as he smirked. “That settles that then.”

#ndrv3 #ouma kokichi #kiibo #katastrofic writing #katastrofic doodle #in the dark au #tw: blood #tw: violence

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dissoluteways · 5 years

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sweetener

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PAIRING: Wonsik/OC RATING: Explicit WARNINGS: morning sex, what is a plot honestly. WORDCOUNT: 3086

Notes: Soooo this was supposed to be a warmup fic but it somehow ended up being over 3k. Still just. Pure porn. Hope you guys like it!! (Also please let me know if there are any typos, i just proof read it super quick)

The bed shifting and the slight grunting sound coming from the other side of the bed woke her up abruptly. She blinked a few times, the dim light making its way from between the curtains and almost forcing her to wake up and open her eyes fully. She refused to really open her eyes, but when Wonsik wrapped his arm around her neck from underneath she jolted.

“Sorry,” His voice was hoarse and he tried clearing his throat right away, “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.”

She covered her face, whining and stirring her legs in an effort to wake up. His hand creeped underneath her shirt immediately, stroking her waist and pulling her closer to his body. Wonsik had the habit of sleeping only in shorts or boxers, so she could feel his skin, warm against her back. She shivered when she felt his lips pressing small kisses on her shoulder, making her smile.

“Don’t worry, I was just half asleep.” She replied, rubbing her eyes a few times before opening them and turning her face to see him. “Hello you.”

“Hi,” Wonsik replied, pecking her lips sweetly. There he was, fresh face and soft eyes, looking at her face with sleepiness and affection; she felt her heart melt in her chest. “How are you?”

“Sleepy,” She snuggled closer to him, closing her eyes again, ready to go back to sleep as soon as she could. “What about you? How did you sleep?”

“Just fine,” He nuzzled his nose against her neck before planting a kiss there, “Sorry I showed up late last night.”

“You’re saying sorry way too many times so early in the morning,” She stroked the arm wrapped around her middle reassuringly. “You know I don’t mind when you come to my place.”

Humming, he kissed behind her ear before trailing open mouthed kisses down her neck, taking his time to nib at her skin, leaving little red spots. Her mind was still foggy with sleepiness, but his lips and his hand suddenly trailing upwards under her shirt certainly woke her up, desire quickly pooling in her tummy.

They actually hadn’t seen each other in almost two weeks, Wonsik had been busy with his music and didn’t have the time to drop by. They still talked every day, but they didn’t have the time to be intimate, and the fact quickly settled in her brain when he pressed his body against hers, and she was reminded of how much she missed him and how much she wanted him. He showed up so late last night they went straight to sleep and only cuddled a bit, which she was happy to do, but she was pretty sure his mind had another idea right in that moment. And she had also the same idea in her head.

She turned her head to the side, leaving him more space to roam. He promptly scraped his teeth at her skin before sucking, she couldn’t help the moan that left her lips. Wonsik knew perfectly well what she liked, and he got to it right away, biting and sucking at her pulse point, and she shivered under his touch. The hand under her shirt found her breast, caressing it and pinching her nipple. She whimpered, arching her back, and she already felt the skin between her legs pulse.

Turning around to face him, she quickly wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him close to kiss him. Wonsik kissed her back enthusiastically, tangling his fingers in her hair, his other hand settling at the small of her back and keeping her there. It was a sweet kiss at first, just lips pressing against lips, but they both wanted more, and he quickly bit her bottom lip. She hummed, tongues tangling when their lips connected once more, breathing into each other’s mouths.

“I missed you,” She whispered when he left her lips to plant kisses on her jaw and down her neck once again.

She could feel Wonsik’ smile against her shoulder when he kissed her there, and she hugged him, keeping her arms around his neck, not wanting to let go.

“I missed you too, babe,” The hand resting on her back wandered underneath her short, softly stroking her butt, “I missed this as well.”

She giggled, enjoying the attention when he kept dropping kisses along her collarbone. The hand on her behind went to her hip to press her body against the mattress, Wonsik wasn’t being rough but she kind of wished he was, though she was positive both their minds were still foggy with drowsiness and simply need to just be close to each other. He swiftly pushed her shirt up, bunching it up her chest, exposing her breasts.

It was weird to still be shy around him when he’d seen her naked a million times, but she couldn’t help but blush when he stared down at her bare chest. He didn’t lose a second though, trailing his lips along her sternum before closing his lips around her nipple. She moaned loudly to let him know that she liked it and that she wanted him as much as he did. Wonsik smiled against her skin, knowing well his effect on her. His hand stroked her waist as he grazed his teeth over her nipple gently, just enough to send a vibrating sensation down her body, and she had to close her legs to get some kind of friction to somehow satisfy the throb between them.

She was surprised when he chuckled rather loudly against her chest, and she stared at him, confused, when he went back up to peck her lips.

“You’re so needy,” He whispered as he kissed her sweetly.

“Don’t make fun of me,” She replied, feigning annoyance when he kept on kissing her. “You’re just as desperate as I am.”

“True,” He simply said, one of his hand sneakily going down her shorts to touch her over her panties in one movement.

She gasped at the sudden intrusion, arching her back as he kept on kissing her and swallowing down her sounds. Wonsik massaged her smoothly through the fabric of her underwear, and she was a mess underneath him, not really focusing on kissing him back anymore. It’s really been so long since he last touched her or even kissed her like that, she was truly desperate.

One of her hands tangled in his hair, tugging slightly, enough to make him grunt against her lips. It was obvious he was just as impatient as she was when she felt his clothed erection pressed against her thigh, and she hummed happily when he slightly moved to alleviate himself for a second.

Quickly enough, Wonsik withdrew his hand from between her legs at the same time his lips left hers. She whined in response, this time tugging at his hair rather rough but only getting a breathy laugh in response when he went south to kiss her other nipple.

“Stop laughing at me,” She almost yelled but she couldn’t help the smile creeping on her face as he kept on kissing the skin along her chest.

“Don’t worry,” Wonsik dragged his lips down her stomach, his hand pulling down her shorts so she was only left in her panties. “I’ll take care of you, love.”

He was always so eager to please her, she was really left speechless when she heard those words, blushing and settling with just staring at him as he kissed the skin near her hip. Wonsik settled between her legs, wrapping his arms around them as he stroked and planted wet kisses on the inside of her thighs. She hoped to God he wouldn’t take his time like he often did because she was so damn needy at that point, obviously wet and he must have been aware of the fact considering he would be almost face to face to her private parts if it wasn’t for her underwear covering them.

They seemed to be in the same page mentally however, he wasted no time and rapidly took off her panties, discarding them randomly before going back to his position between her legs. She didn’t have time to react when Wonsik pressed his tongue against her opening, and she threw her head back and gasped.

Usually he would take his time, using his tongue to slowly push her to the edge before pulling away and starting over, just to torture her before letting her have her release. She absolutely loved that. But by the way things were right in that moment, both of them obviously horny and needy for each other, he actually wasted no time and went straight to the point, licking at her folds with long strokes, before sealing his lips over her clit. She couldn’t help the way her legs jolted, almost violently, and the moans that spilled from her lips, loud and racy. Wonsik hummed, clearly pleased with her reaction, and moved his tongue against her clit enthusiastically.

“Oh, fuck,” The curse came out spontaneously, her arms flailing to grab at his hair, “Fuck, please, Wonsik.”

She wasn’t really sure what she was begging for, but he fixed his eyes on her face when she called out for him, making eye contact as he ran his tongue over her, stroking it languidly. It was an obscene sight to see; his hair messy and his lips plump, kissing her where she needed him, his eyes, usually soft, were now dark and sly, intensely staring back at hers. The wet noises that filled the room made the scene more incredibly lewd, she wanted to memorize that instant, and she tried to keep her eyes focused but it was a hard task to do when he wrapped his lips around her clit, sucking softly.

Groaning, she threw her head back once more, arching her back when he started sucking more eagerly. She was desperate, panting, wanting more of him, that burn in her tummy quickly becoming stronger with every move of his tongue. Her hips bucked against his mouth on their own, and he hummed again, satisfied with the effect he had on her.

It surprised her when Wonsik slid a finger inside her, making her gasp and tighten her grip on his hair. He curled it inside, reaching the most sensitive part inside her, and her entire body shivered.

“Shit, shit,” She grasped at the sheets, afraid she might actually tear his hair out.

He trailed kisses along her thighs, now only focusing on just sliding his finger in and out of her, curling it slowly every once in a while.

“Do you like this, babe?” Wonsik asked, nibbling softly at her skin on the inside of her thigh.

“I- Yeah,” The way he angled his digit made her legs jerk again, and she lost focus to actually create a coherent sentence to reply.

The knot in her stomach grew tighter with each move of his finger. Soon enough he pushed in another, and she moaned his name when he moved both of his fingers inside her. Wonsik worked her open with measured movements as he crawled back up to her, kissing his way to her lips, and she quickly wrapped her arms around his shoulders, keeping him close and kissing him back needily.

He promptly withdrew his fingers and she whimpered at the sudden loss of his warmth but he immediately settled his body between her legs. Wonsik was still wearing his boxers, but his erection was pressing against her and she couldn’t help but whine when he started moving his hips just a little, the fabric rubbing against her clit, making her shudder.

“Just take off your boxers already,” She practically yelled, breathless, making him laugh against her lips.

“Your wish is my command,” He replied teasingly, kissing her nose before sitting up to remove his underwear.

She took the chance to appreciate his body as Wonsik took the last piece of clothing he had on, her mouth going dry at the sight of his tan skin and muscles, laying her eyes on his cock once he was fully naked and she was reminded of the burn growing in her lower stomach. She sat up as he looked for a condom by the bedside table, taking off her shirt that was still on while he rolled the rubber on.

Wonsik smiled sweetly at her then and she leaned in to kiss him, running her hands over his chest and down his abdomen, feeling the muscles under her hands tense.

“Get on all fours,” It sounded more like a question than an order when he said it, but she was more than glad to comply.

She pecked his lips one more time before turning over on her hands and knees. His hands went straight to her hips in a second, caressing her skin gently, and she mewled in pleasure before he slid his hands down towards her butt. He squeezed her flesh rather rough and she moaned, purposely loud, and moved her hips backwards towards him.

Wonsik wasted no time and positioned himself behind her, pressing the tip of his dick against her entrance before easing himself inside her. They both moaned in unison, the stretch familiar, but it’s been so long that she forgot how good it felt to be spread open like that. By the way Wonsik was grunting it was obvious he felt the same, his hands on her hips gripping her hard his fingers were digging into her flesh, like she might slip away if he let go.

“Fuck,” He cursed under his breath before pulling out only to thrust back in swiftly.

She gasped, her hands fisting into the sheets when she was rocked forward. Wonsik set a steady rhythm, pulling out before snapping forward once more; it took all in her to not fall apart right there. She was still sensitive from his previous play, every thrust sending chills through her body, making her vibrate.

He pushed into her particularly hard, and she let her chest fall against the mattress, the angle of his thrusts shifting and Wonsik sunk in deeper.

“Oh, shit,” She whimpered, burying her face into the pillow.

Groaning behind her, Wonsik slid one hand up her back and into her hair, pulling her head back and making her sit up between his legs, her back pressed against his chest.

“Do you think you can move on your own?” He whispered against her ear, his question more sarcastic than anything, and when she turned her head to look at him she could see his smirk, smug and hot. She would never say no to that.

He let go of her hair to wrap his hand around her neck, keeping her close while she braced herself on his thighs before steadily lifting herself to move her hips back against his cock. The growl that slipped from Wonsik’s lips spurred her on, and she shifted slightly to adjust the angle before pushing back.

She barely could move her hips a couple of more times before he thrust into her hard, making her gasp and almost losing her balance if it wasn’t for his hands, the one on her neck, the other firmly holding her hip. She felt so on edge, her body hot and weak for being pushed to the edge before. She almost choked when he rammed into her rough once more and she didn’t get a chance to even push back against him.

Wonsik trailed his lips along her jaw as she whimpered when his thrusts got relentless, and she gave up on meeting his hips, settling with just moaning and turning her head to the side to meet his lips. He bit on her bottom lip and tug at it, and she panted into his mouth, completely overwhelmed when he hit inside her so deliciously rough. She knew she wasn’t going to last long like that, the knot in her stomach so tight she felt like she was going to fall apart any second.

It took her by surprise when Wonsik sneaked his hand between her legs, stroking her clit with his fingers urgently. She sobbed, her legs starting to tremble and she clenched around him, making him draw out a loud growl. It was too much, she felt her climax almost taking over her body.

“Fuck, Wonsik, I- I’m going to cum-” She managed to pant, digging her nails into his thighs.

“Come for me, then,” He groaned near her ear, kissing her neck at the same time he slammed inside her hard, his fingers drawing circles between her legs.

She didn’t need much more than that. Her orgasm made her entire body shudder, and her mind went blank with pleasure, heat pulsing in her lower stomach as she moaned Wonsik’s name like a chant.

Her body didn’t stop shaking though as Wonsik continued to slide inside her. She was so sensitive that every one of his moves sent shocks through her. His hands went straight to her hips, holding her to prevent her from slipping away before he could reach his own climax. She moaned breathily, looking behind her to see his face, drenched and focused, and she clenched around him, enticing him.

“Come on, babe,” She whispered softly.

Wonsik smirked before dragging his lips across her cheek, cursing against her skin as he thrust into her a couple of more times. He came then, grunting and with his fingers on her hips digging into her flesh.

He slowly stilled, his hands crawling upwards towards her ribcage and wrapping his arms around her just under her chest, holding her close.

“I need to lie down,” She told Wonsik breathily, closing her eyes and lying her head on his shoulder. He chuckled softly, and he planted a loud mushy kiss on her cheek before easing her on the bed.

“Did I hurt you?” Wonsik asked, disposing the condom on the trashcan by the bed before lying down next to her, caressing her side.

“Of course not,” She replied, snuggling closer and wrapping her arms around his waist, “I would have used the safe word otherwise. But I can see that you really missed me.”

“Did you doubt it?” He asked, kissing her lips leisurely, stroking her cheek.

“Not at all,” She wasn’t even sure of what she was replying to, too distracted with his lips pressing against hers.

“Let’s look for something to eat,” He muttered, kissing her nose, “Then let’s stay in bed all day.”

#vixx scenario #vixx scenarios #vixx fanfiction #vixx fanfic #vixx imagines #vixx #ravi #kim wonsik #kim wonshik #vixx ravi #smut #get it get it get it hit it hit it hit it flip it flip it flip it #makes me say oooh oooh

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theskyexists · 3 years

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empress ki

are these koreans gonna go as far as to let this man fall for who he thinks is just some young cool guy?

i mean - they’re not chinese so

this is kinda silly lol. if she really wanted to be let go she could have just punched him. i guess that would have gone too far

this RANDOM assassin almost kills them - he disappears. we good. no worries.

where are her own men????

NOOOOO don’t ruin it

why the fuck would she have developed a feminine slap? i think theyre gonna ruin it. like contact with a male love interest will just forcibly feminise you

ok no she came up with an excuse

god - an openhanded slap from another man lol i can see how that might be quite offensive

she just chills in the crown prince’s bath no prob lol. ok so she locked the door

she just let herself get fuckin shot for this lol

this episode moves super fast but thats fun but i still don’t know how the king and the crown prince are related. the whole hostage thing really messed things up

i just realised that i love the bro/bro mlm stuff if its actually m/f. LOL.and I KNOW it’s going to only last one fuckin episode bc we’re gonna go right back to misgyny and chattel slavery especially for women but yknow

does she remember him?? did she send the bandana? i dont know on which side she really is.

yeah ofc shes the bandana guy. i mean - DUH.

WHY RISK YOUR OWN MEN - WHAT WAS THE PLAN

is this spy gonna get her bandana now???

or are these not her own guys?? THEY ARE

is she playing the king?? like - im still trustworthy though!!!! (or at least my men are) but how could she think to rely on the crown prince???

oh no the cool big sword moustache guy!!! why would he be the spy for the king????????????? what is there to gain??????? HE’S NOT THANK GOD

YES!!!! I LOVE THEM. ‘hit me’ BAM *violently and romantically perches over him to almost stab him*

aww haha the king is attached to seung nyang. too bad you’re an evil bastard she wants to destroy

i can’t quite tell why revealing the salt location drop off point is important or not. i guess it was just and only a test.

was that the guy in blue who volunteered to be shot at? : ‘( ah it’s not.its just some nobody. I guess she couldn’t have known who knew of her blue bandana so she had to hide it. But couldn’t she have told this guy from the very beginning when they were alone?

did the official guard not get told that more people were coming???? LOL. that’s one fuckin mess

HEROIC HORSERIDING YEAAAAAAAA did she not think of a reason for being alive? ‘kill me’ OH MY GOD hahahahaa. smart but so risky (it turns out that the crown prince is the crown prince but the king is the brother of his dad’s)

is there something you want? I THOUGHT YOU WANTED MONEY oh my god this guy is gambling it all lol. oh no, he’s gonna make it too.

it’s always the ‘unrightful’ people that get villainised for wanting power

what the fuck her dad’s gonna kill all her friends and make her into a sex slave? jezus christ how dark (i read a synopsis that she gets sent to yuan after all somehow). on who’s fucking authority? couldn’t they have gotten at the very least a letter from the goddamn ‘auditor’ to protect them

oh my god. just wear your fucking ring on the outside of your goddamn clothes. that was so FUCKING close

wow that was a pretty realistic breakdown

GO SEE HIM HELLO!!!!

she became a fucking COP TO SEE HIM HOLY SHIT LOL

JUST SHOW HIM THE FUCKING RING

did she just leave her band of boys behind???

dude why is this series romance blocking me what the fuck

gotta show that Yuan is backward through furs and beads!!

i do love that this series had the guts to start off with heartbreak. but also to let the female protagonist be a big bi....amorous...?

this show somehow made me feel sympathetic towards a stinkin imperial rich kid. he didn’t ask to be born into a family that would become his death

‘young boy’ *is literally at least 40*

the KING has only 10 men to spare? really?

he’s gonna let his servant get fucking murdered in his stead? yikes. ok so that wasn’t his PLAN no. poor servant guy

so they got her a MATCH - a dirven and smart and powerful king. and a soft and unexperienced and endangered future emperor.

this is so much my fucking THING it’s insane. i don’t even mind that the king is kinda ...average looking.

and she kicks his ASS LOL. and he falls ultimately deeply in love with her. this is incredible.

i wonder if she’s going to hold the death of his servant against him

they didn’t even take his head? stupid. oh i guess that’s for the traitors.

SHE STILL DOESN’T GET ITS REALLY HIM. I THOUGHT SHE WAS SMART

really - she lets the fucking chief get the credit. are you fucking kidding me? fuck this. be smarter! hate having to say that to a character. Be! smarter!

now he gets to be WHY HIDE FROM YOUR BOYFRIEND WHAT THE FUCK. if this is gonna be the whole fuckign show i can’t take it.

im gonna need to know if she keeps fucking hiding. stop hiding! STOP. stop hiding from the important men in your life! what the FUCK. stop hiding from your dad. Stop HIDING FROM YOUR FUCKING BESTO BOYFRIEND

the prince isn’t even upset about his servant’s demise

fucking finally somebody found out seung nyang was the ONE

I love Strong King - I love vulnerable future Emperor

he’s just a stupid indoctrinated kid! somebody should explain to him all the horrors that have been done to people in his name!

we have a sequence in which she’s done great deeds, gets called in, is concerned about how she slapped the important person around lol

we’re gonna get teh exact same for Togon one day

jezus christ that’s a very romantic thing to say to a cool and heroic young guy who saved your skin twice, king. are you - i n l o v e? a lil bromance perhaps?

awww he’s so damn happyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy.

she’s like - fuck. wish she stayed a little more ruffian though. wheres the fucking swagger!

how am i so into this m/m ship. LOL. im really into this stronk man and rogueish ‘boy’ bonding through hardship crisis crossing all rank

im up for her teaching the prince compassion and horror and the way of the world though

I KNOW this is soon going to devolve into a palace drama though so that fucking sucks

why is the emperor a young guy and the brother an old guy. was the emperor the preferred son? from the preferred wife?

has she never heard a guy pee??? i thought she lived with soldiers and shit

why the fuck is she carrying his excrement to the sea when she’s his BODYGUARD. this went differently than i thought

he literally is alone. there is no shift of the guard with him. hello?

what the fuck is this lax bodyguard shit. you need at LEAST two so one can sleep while the other guards.

everytime she bathes im like - ALARM ALARM

this jimbo traitor is so stupid lol

commander - just approach this stupid idiot. be the dad you want to be.

you could just become his son!!! hello????

so you really care about the peoplle huhg? thats why you keep selling off women?

oh my god. is the prince also falling in love with this ‘boy’? who embodies the masculine ideal? GOD I LOVE THIS SO MUCH im gonna cry when this is over and she ends up a fucking maid

this romantic fucking epic music as they struggle in a petty fucking competition in teh surf jlsjLKFJSDLJ:FLDSF I LOVE THIS

SHE VIOLENTLY PERCHES ABOVE THIS GUY TOO. ROMANTIC MUSIC

the koreans KNOW what is good. THEY KNOW.

oh this poor guy. please let this guy meet poor people. like. idk. the stolen women made into slaves and shit

yeah yeah they bond without him knowing about losing a parent and wanting revenge

the king is like, MY BOY!! that’s MY boy!! hands off!!!! that’s my dearest bromance boy friend!!!!

oh no - shes going to have to choose who to ride with lol

oh nooooooooo Seung Nyang don’t hurt King boyfriend !

‘he will not take Seung Nyang, will he?’ i had to double take there

I FINALLY understand the appeal of all unassailable men in romance. god, my brain is weird.

give seung nyang to me. dsjfpawejfeawjfljsdkljldsjflkdfsa dude. no. i know this is a love triangle but it is just within good if they do THIS moment right

the prince is a horrible shit

nooooo seung nyang please don’t hurt the king!!! he loves you!!!!

‘why am i burning up inside?’ YOU LOVE HIM!! YOU LOVE SEUNG NYANG!!! you love this guy!!! the koreans are daring lil mfs

where is the ruffian guy with the moustache and big sword?? he was the king’s left hand man when he wasn’t king yet.

the actress has really feminised Seung Nyangs mannerisms and way of movement past few eps (oh it’s a dream)

oh my god they’re no-homo-ing this through a dream. he just FEELS like Seung Nyang is a woman!!! that’s why he’s attracted!!! lol

seung nyang loses her dad. prince doesn’t notice. jezus

he impressed some dudewith his self-righteous dragon heaven propaganda. goddddd. the prince truly does not care how many people have already died for him. WHEN will he become likeable instead of hilariously piteous

just absolutely devastating end scene. shitty k-pop outtro.o hgod

will the prince finally - through seung nyang realise that actaully it fucking sucks that people keep being horribly harmed and killed for his sake?

JEZUS CHRIST I AM ON EPISODE 5 wHAT THE FUCK THIS IS LIKE 60 episodes long. oh my god no.

the thing i like about this show is that she looks believably like a very feminine boy for korean standards.

they keep playing him as childish, selfish and incompetent. but like, soooo many people DIED FOR HIM

hwo didn’t they kill bayan for obviously killing their own guard lol

finally she confronts him with the regular people!!!

what is lord jang doing with them

wow the commander’s beard is long. they been going for a while

well he is suffering - but can’t she get to him through words. make him a better person?

he is asking an important question. ANSWER IT GODDAMNIT

thsi ‘warming’ is so ridiculous haahahaha

*has full view of covered breasts* ‘he is definitely a boy!!!!’

i don’t know what sexuality politics this is - probably very bad ones - if you’re a straight man then you’re attracted to some fundamental femaleness in women!! or something

why is a bite mark evidence

god - these powerful people have enormous egos. they must, it is bred in them.i deserve power and when it is taken from me it sucks so much i can’t breathe!!! well uh yeah - everybody feels that way you ain’t special

she looks so sick

feels empathy for the first time ever. what a wonderful fantasy. that somebody could teach a prince empathy

*goes into town completely uncovered in royal robes which haven’t been weathered at all* ok

‘why did you hide you are a woman?’ what COMPLETE AND UTTER MALE NONSENSE

WOMEN ARE GETTING DRAGGED OFF TO BE SEX SLAVES AND YOU ASK THAT??? ‘sure, im sure you had your reasons’

WHAT FUCKING IDIOT

53:50

so she gets him in and then he betrays her? lol. but does it really matter? the king won’t be tried, there’s no reason for goryeo to be annexed. seung nyang won’t die. etc. he might as well go back to his deadly golden cage without endangering himself.

is it for her dad that she asks this of him? he faints, eh that’s a fine way out.

cant she hug a king back when he hugs her????? come ON

he almost killed his fucking son. these people are so CRAAAYYYZY

*leaves the people most likely to turn on him behind with the prince*

why does he have to reveal this?? what are the stakes here??”

goryeo’s soldiers???????????? what the fuck. i thought he was gonna come up with something clever like - pirates or something. not just ‘oh it was a random weirdo band of soldiers’ no - ‘under the orders of the king’

WHAT. hes throwing teh whole country to the wolves. if seung nyang doesn’t kill him ill be surprised. seung nyang better get him for this for a thousand fucking years.

so he’s even personally betraying seung nyang. for a tiny chance at power. damn. wow. damn wow.

jezus what a fucking way to leave your daughter! making your last exchange putting yourself down as a father. DUDE. could have ended shit in a better way!

anyway literally cried twice about her losing her dad already

anyway so they both die in her arms. great.

yeaaaaaaah swearing to kill him. good. too bad it’s gonna be like 50 eps of palace maid shit and the prince barely got a taste of poverty

really wonder how traumatising this whole - is revealed as a woman and transferred to the empire as a sex slave thing is going to be - for me i mean

‘he’s probably living well in his homeland’ - how could you trust that your orders will be followed???

this is completely unrealistic wow

doesnt she get a fucking horse

who the fuck was park bhu - the undercop?

oh apparently laughing ugly is an indication of evil for a woman. laughing maniacally is an indication of evil for a man

her archnemesis is gonna unmask her as a woman in public? i think i might have to quit this show at this exact moment.

aaand.....guess ill have to quit.

ok that wasn’t so bad

how did they have women’s silks and makeup with them

she’s literally a martial artist warrior and she can’t fight a rapist attacker with her hands free?

oh god. she’s gonna be all feminine now bc she looks like a girl. oh god. i feel kinda sick.

SHE SUDDENLY DOESN’T HAVE ANY BANGS ANYMORE BUT LONG HAIR

THAT COMB WAS MAGICAL

some classic ‘female body weak’ sexism. love getting that from the beau

i know they’re trying to make danashiri seem unsympathetic but she’s saying fuck you to sexism here. then again it’s because she’s a spoiled elite brat

they really are made for each other

holy shit. this series just goes on and on and on and on and on. i can’t do this.

#vidi #personal #my stuff #empress ki #they are doing absolutely wonderful classic shit for her its amazing #in the first six episodes #then it's like palace drama and shit or whatever #getting preyed on by the guy who killed your mother etc.

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lowat-golden-tower · 7 years

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Out on a Limb

Haha... so this is Yandere's chapter. Do I even need to warn you about the impending blood and violence and deranged-ness? It's Yandereplier. Shit's gonna get a little real here.

Oh, and a small warning for animal abuse threats. No squirrels were actually harmed in the making of this chapter.

@alcordraws and @angstphilosophy, sorry for this. X’D Though I bet you’ll enjoy it too.

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Chapter 9: carving for senpai

"He loooves me, he loves me not. He loooooooooves me, he loves me not."

King was roused from a late afternoon nap by the sound of a voice. It was far, far too close to the tree and he was honestly surprised his subjects hadn't woken him sooner. Scrubbing the sleep from his eyes, he looked around, fearful something might have happened to them.

Thankfully, they were all gathered nearby, perfectly safe and sound. Though the fact they all appeared to be watching something perked his interest. It was odd for them not to be panicking or going into a frenzy at someone so close to their nesting boughs. Maybe that meant the interloper wasn't a threat? Then again, they'd been freaking out over Artiplier, and he hadn't proven antagonistic. Just weird. King was still trying to sort out that particular encounter.

Heaving himself away from his preferred nest of overlapping branches and leaves, King shimmied out to his usual perch when it came to dealing with those on the ground. The squirrels parted and made space for him, but otherwise didn't tear their gazes away from the mop of bloody crimson bobbing along below.

Oh God. There was only one ego who'd kept that color throughout all of Mark's hairstyle transitions.

Yandereplier hummed happily as he plucked another petal from the daisy he held. His grip on the poor thing could only be likened to a stranglehold. "Senpai loves me." He giggled and gave a happy little sigh, setting the petal in a little pile on his lap. He was sitting beneath the tree, his back to the trunk, and there were several mangled flower stems scattered on the grass around him.

His fingers plucked- no, ripped- off another petal. "Senpai loves me not." Yandere's voice dipped into a deeper, more dangerous register as he glowered at the little petal. Rather than dropping it into the pile with the others, he proceeded to mangle the bit of flora between his thumb and forefinger.

King could only compare the sight to someone squashing a particularly disgusting, annoying bug. Worse yet, Yandere proceeded to eat the remnants, chuckling darkly to himself.

"Yeah, right, as if that's true. Senpai loooves me, of course. Stupid flower petals." Having apparently run out of both petals and flowers to mutilate, Yandere carelessly tossed the empty stem away. He looked down at the petals in his lap with an adoring expression. "You're my lucky little charms! I'm gonna press all of you into the photo album I have of senpai. One for every page, so I know for a fact he must love me!" Yandere's fists were clenched, and there was an eager, violent gleam in his eyes.

King felt his insides shudder. Fantastic. Of all the egos to decide hanging around his tree, it just had to be this one. Artiplier might have been a little unstable too, but at least he'd been harmless. King didn't need to see a knife to know Yandere had one on his person. It was a constant.

No wonder his subjects were just watching. Any little thing could set Yandere off. They weren't stupid. The only reason they hadn't vacated the premises entirely was because of the babies. They were just as on-edge as he felt; anxiety gripping at their hearts, at the possibilities.

Maybe, if they just stayed quiet, Yandere wouldn't even realize they were there. Yandere was always absorbed into his own world anyway. If he was just going to pick flower petals and sing and mutter to himself about his senpai, then there was no problem. He'd eventually get bored and leave, and everything would settle back to normal. King knew he didn't have to reiterate this point to his subjects, but he made a "shushing" gesture anyway. Nice and easy.

Yandere had been humming while he delicately slipped the petals into a plastic baggy and sealed it up, stuffing it down his shirt. King had no idea how that kind of logic worked, as the shirt was so loose on Yandere that anything inside should immediately fall out, but then Yandere never really followed the rules. Of anything. Including the universe.

The uniformed ego rose to his feet with another happy hum, dusting off the back of his skirt. He combed fingers through his hair; meticulous and anxious. King might have found the display endearing, if it wasn't for the fact he'd seen both hair and hands covered in blood more than once. "Now, let's see. I came out here for a reason, I wanted to do something super special kawaii desu ne for senpai~ Something that would be around forever and ever and ever, just like our love." King shuddered when Yandere's voice dropped to a rumbling growl again and ducked a bit further into his tree.

Yandere, however, was still sunshine and rainbows for the most part as he turned around to face said tree. "Oh yeah~! I remember now. I wanted to immortalize my love for senpai~ Trees are around for centuries, just like our love will be. And it's soooo romantic!" He pulled out the knife King had been waiting trepidatiously for and held it up, a wicked grin on his face and that same dangerous gleam in his eyes.

"Oh, fuck, he's gonna carve up the tree...." King muttered almost inaudibly under his breath. He could see his subjects immediately grow agitated and tried to quiet their angry chitters. "No, no, shhh. It's better that knife go in the tree than in you, I'm sorry, I know, it's too dangerous. Just calm down... shh..."

Yandere, thankfully, seemed oblivious for the moment. Too wrapped up in his fantasies, most likely. "...and when we're oooold and graaay I can bring senpai here to this tree, and we can smile and laugh at the cute little heart with our names in it~ Uguuu, it's so sweet, I think I might just die!" He heaved a ragged breath, the knife trembling a little in his grasp as a faraway look entered his eyes. It only lasted for about ten seconds, then the "peaceful serenity" returned with another giggle. "But not before senpai~!"

King watched Yandere move up close to the tree, tracing the blade along the old bark. He attempted to pull his subjects in close to his body; to comfort and soothe them and prevent impending disaster. He was only minutely successful. It was clear as day the squirrels wanted to jump in and defend their tree as they had against all the other egos.

Yandere wasn't like the other egos. Yandere might not hold any reality warping abilities, but he was by far the loosest cannon- even compared to Wilford. Wilford probably wouldn't harm King or his subjects on purpose. Yandere, on the other hand...

King's mind drifted back to the incident where Billy had stolen shirt scraps from Yandere's room. The ego had been utterly furious, near to foaming at the mouth with eyes wild and crazed like a rabid animal. He'd threatened to catch King's squirrels and skin them all alive. To make a hat out of their fur for his precious senpai. He said it'd be easy, like skinning a person but less work, or like dissecting an animal in biology class.

King had returned the scraps and proceeded to take all of his subjects into deep hiding for over a week. He only ever ventured out for supplies, and every time he did, he swore he felt himself being watched from the shadows. Eventually, Yandere's mind shifted to more current transgressions, but King always worried the ego held a grudge.

"It's gotta be perfect. The very bestest spot for senpai! Riiiiight... here!" Abruptly, Yandere rammed his knife deep into the tree. It practically sank to the hilt, and the brief display of power set all the tree's inhabitants to cowering.

"See? He'll kill you if you bother him, just let him carve his stupid thing and maybe he'll leave," King whispered, fretting. All the squirrels had taken to hiding within his clothes and cape; one even tucking away beneath his marvelous crown. He sighed in relief. At least they were listening to him. The last thing they needed was to draw any attention to themselves.

With some effort, Yandere wrenched his blade from the tree, and began the ardous task of carving into the bark. He traced out a jagged heart first, of course. Then came the more precise art of drawing out the names. He lean in close, eyes squinting and tongue poking out as he focused on every tiny line. It had to be perfect. Perfect for his perfect senpai. Only the best. Nothing else would do. In his contentment, his intermittent humming shifted to soft singing. "I love senpai, yes I do~ He's for me, not for you~"

So far, so good. Yandere hadn't noticed any disturbances. Surely, surely after he completed his task, he would leave. King watched from his perch, holding and comforting his agitated subjects. They were furious, understandably so, and he was irritated as well. Unfortunately, there was nothing they could do. The best course of action was no action at all. He'd make it up to them, somehow.

Of course, King had discovered fate quite enjoyed toying with him at this point. Just as it seemed Yandere was scratching out the last "e" in his name, King felt something wet and sticky drip from his chin. His heart stopped and his eyes widened. Oh no.

A small glob of peanut butter landed on the curve of Yandere's wrist, giving him pause. He blinked out of what appeared to have been some sort of trance, turning his attention to the smudge of light brown. Slowly, his head tilted, as if he were attempting to process the information. King watched with baited breath, hugging his subjects closer and silently cursing his majestically nutty beard.

Yandere's head snapped up without warning, deadened brown eyes locking onto King in a single breath. King choked, feeling frozen in place by that merciless gaze. Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.

He wanted to speak, to say something, but he'd lost track of his words and his breath just wouldn't come out right. Yandere, nonplussed, didn't tear his gaze away from King as he brought the marred wrist up to his mouth. He licked the glob of peanut butter from his skin, agonizingly slow, never breaking eye contact. He didn't immediately swallow, or move, but when he finally did a spine-chilling smile slipped onto his serene face.

"Denka...." The word slipped off Yandere's tongue thicker than the peanut butter he'd just consumed; a deadly purr which promised only pain and suffering. The grip on his knife had tightened, and he tore it from the bark with a wretched sound. "So. This is your tree, is it?"

At last, King found his voice, though it was breathless and stuttering as he tried to placate Yandere while he was still apparently subdued. Maybe he could still avoid any violence or conflict. "N-no, no! It's- it's just a tree. Just staying in it, that's all. No ownership over it or anything. Totally free tree! Just pretend I'm not even here." He held up his hands, praying Yandere would take his words and gestures at face value. He had a nasty tendency of reading far too deeply into things, and contriving his own meanings from them.

Yandere's grip hadn't visibly loosened any, though. The smile on his face escalated to a rather unhinged grin; showing off his pearly whites while his upper lip minutely twitched. He looked positively manic. "Oh, you can't fool me, denka! I've heard the others. You won't let anyone near your precious tree. Won't let them come up there. Because you've got something to protect! Riiiiight?"

King swallowed hard. Normally, he'd be flattered that any aspect of his reputation preceded him. He was so often forgotten about, after all. However, in this particular instance, he wished his notoriety wasn't quite so high. It had only been causing him problems as of late. "I-I... uh... I mean, yes, but- I c-can make an exception...!"

"Awww, well isn't that generous of you." Yandere hummed sweetly, toying the point of his knife. He either didn't notice, or didn't care, when the deadly sharpness cut through the skin of his fingertip. A droplet of blood trickled down the blade, and King knew it wasn't the first- nor would it likely be the last. "Unfortunately, I don't! No exceptions for senpai! No exceptions for anyone! Senpai is mine, everything about him, everything he owns, is mine, because senpai loves me very much, and I love him, and no one can be a part of that! No one can take that from me! No one!" Yandere was practically screaming by the end of his rant, swinging his knife about dangerously.

King was uttering every last curse he knew in his head. This wasn't good. The situation was rapidly spiraling beyond his control, as it was wont to do with Yandere involved. Shifting gears, he ushered his subjects to the deeper branches; their nests and burrows. If all Hell broke loose, he didn't want them to be trapped with him. Yandere was more likely to attack the human target. "Yandere, c'mon, let's just talk about this..."

"No! No talk! The only voice I want to hear, is senpai's! The only eyes and face I want to see, are senpai's! You're not my senpai! You're just a silly king up in his tree! Well..." Yandere's grin, already chilling, turned utterly sick in appearance. His eyes were bloodshot suddenly, almost the same color as his hair. He was trembling, head low and twitching between his shoulders. "What's a king to a radical, anyway?"

King's breath caught in his throat. "Yandere, no-"

"YANDERE YES!" The ego let loose a blood-curdling cackle and stabbed at the tree again. This time, however, he used it as leverage to pull himself up, planting his penny loafers firmly against the bark. His eyes were wild swirls of brown and red, his grin deranged and his bangs falling messily across his face.

King screamed on reflex. He couldn't help it. He had stemmed off of Mark's subconscious ideas, after all. Terrified, he looked wildly around, but they'd exhausted the last of the tree's walnuts on Ed. They had no defenses, besides their location, which was quickly becoming a moot point in the wake of Yandere's vicious determination. He was scaling the tree with a ferocity and reckless abandon, not caring for the bits of bark and wood he sent flying or the smaller branches he snapped off. So long as he reached his destination, he would be satisfied.

King only wished that destination wasn't him. If Yandere got up there, who knew how much damage the ego would cause. It could be a complete massacre. Everything King had worked so hard to protect and defend would be gone. Any remaining subjects he had would have lost faith in him, in his abilities as their king. He wouldn't be able to blame them.

"One little, two little, three little squirrelies! Four little, five little, six little squirrelies! Seven little, eight little, nine little squirrelies! Lots of dead squirrelies laying all on the ground!"

"Oh god, oh fuck, fuck, what am I gonna do, oh god, ffffffuck..." King gasped, panicking, tugging at his hair and pressing knuckles to his mouth. He could feel his heart racing wildly in his chest. He had to do something. Yandere was closing in; it would only be another minute or two before he was in the heart of the tree. Then it would be all over. King had to do something.

Yandere let loose another deranged chuckle, and the sound shook King to his very core. This was it. He had to do something. He couldn't just sit back and allow Yandere to terrorize his kingdom. He'd tried playing nice, and he'd tried being diplomatic. Clearly, diplomacy wasn't the answer here. Clearly, Yandere only understood one language: his own. If King couldn't get through to the murderous ego, then he'd have to stop him. Period.

He really wished there was a better way to do it.

Removing his cape, King carefully set his crown off to the side. His subjects sniffed at it warily, confused, but he merely shot them another reassuring smile and a thumbs up. "Don't worry. I've got this." Turning to look back down at Yandere, who was now far too close for comfort, King drew a deep breath. His chest was tight, but he knew what he had to do. There were no other options. No one was going to help him.

With a high-pitched shriek that was more terrified scream than ferocious battlecry, King threw himself down from his perch. He held out his cape in front of him and slammed hard into Yandere, sending them both plummeting to the ground below. Their mutual screams mingled into a terrible sound, only cut-off by the harsh impact of their combined weight meeting the grass. King had landed fully on Yandere, said ego's body covered almost entirely by the expanse of his cape. Beyond King's heaving breaths, there was silence again.

The impact had knocked the breath from his lungs. Once he regained enough of it, he grimaced. Yandere hadn't so much as twitched since they hit the ground. "Uhh..." Crap. What if King had killed him? Could he even kill another ego? What if Yandere snapped his neck, or broke his back, or smashed his skull against a branch on the way down? Could he come back from that?

Panic began creeping along the edges of King's consciousness. He ached all over, and there was a sharp pain in his side, but Yandere had completely broken his fall. Clearly, the smaller ego had taken the brunt of the damage. "Oh god."

Frightened to find himself looking into hollow, empty eyes or to see Yandere's neck twisted at a gruesome angle, King slowly pulled down his cape. He had to know. If he'd accidentally killed Yandere, if he'd committed ego murder...

He was met with a groan and a huffed exhale, and he felt his lungs seize deep within his chest. Yandere's head shifted, lolling slightly to one side, but otherwise he didn't stir. His eyes were closed, his face and mouth slack with unconsciousness. He was knocked out cold. Not dead, still breathing, not horribly disfigured or mutilated. King released a shuddering breath of his own, tension easing out of his muscles. "Oh thank god...."

With the false alarm came better awareness of his surroundings. King could hear the anxious chittering of his subjects and looked up. Several had meandered down the tree, clearly worried, while the rest remained near the nests as he'd requested. Their concern warmed his heart and brought a small smile to his face.

"It's okay, everybody! I'm okay! Just a little bruised up. I'll be just- ah-" King sucked in a sudden, harsh breath as he started to pull fully away from the unconscious body beneath him. He hissed, wincing and grimacing, and pressed a hand to the side which had been twinging since they landed. He jolted again when his fingers brushed metal, slick and warm with some kind of liquid. His heart rose up into his throat and stayed there. "Oh..." The word was so soft it might as well have been just another exhale.

Slowly, scared of what he'd find, King lifted his arm and craned his neck to get a look at his torso. Color drained from his face. Yandere's knife was sticking out of his ribs, still gripped tightly in his hand. It had pierced through his robe and either skewered him upon landing, or Yandere had stabbed him during the fall.

Either way, he'd been hit. It wasn't extremely bad, seeing as he wasn't spitting up blood, but the wound wasn't exactly shallow. Hissing further, King knew attempting to wrench the weapon from Yandere was likely futile, even in his unconscious state. Desperately staving off the urge to hyperventilate and panic, he drew rapid breaths and carefully pushed his body up. A pained whimper slid out of him along with the knife, fresh blood gushing to stain his shirt and blend with the red of his cape. It was tannic and sharp in the air, making him want to gag. "Shit..."

Pressing a hand tightly to the wound made him grit his teeth and flinch, but he knew it was necessary. He needed to wrap the wound with something. Staring at his already ruined cape, he thought a silent "fuck it" and took advantage of the knife still sticking through the material.

It took a few minutes, but King managed to obtain a sizable chunk from the bulk of his cape. Yandere still hadn't stirred, which was a relief. King had no doubts the younger ego would be all too happy to finish the job. Wrapping the cloth around his torso, he made the makeshift binding tight as he dared and carefully knotted it off. By that time, sweat was beading on his brow, and he was feeling a little sick. He sat, heaving and gasping, until he felt a soft weight drop onto his shoulder.

Something fluffy and warm nuzzled along his jaw, and King's smile returned. "Billy..." He managed a weak laugh and reached up with his less bloody hand to gently stroke a finger along his subject's side. "I'll... I'll be okay. Thank you. Hang on."

King couldn't just leave Yandere by the tree. The moment he woke, he'd be right back on the warpath. No, King had to get him out of there. He wasn't looking forward to what would happen next, but like with everything else so far, he didn't have much choice. Setting his jaw and furrowing his brows, King wrapped the remains of his cape around Yandere and hefted him into his arms. His side absolutely screamed in protest, and he felt more blood trickle from the wound as he exerted the muscle there.

His knees wobbled. King cursed, quite colorfully, under his breath. Billy bumped in concern at his cheek again, and he forced up another weak grin. "I've got it. Don't worry." His voice was tight from the strain. Thankfully, Yandere wasn't too big. It was only a struggle to carry the ego because of King's injury. Stumbling and swaying, he made his way through the back door of Egos, Inc.

King wasn't certain if it would be advantageous to run into another ego or not. Seeing a bloody mess associated with Yandere was nothing new. However, apparently the egos weren't regarding him in a very happy or positive light nowadays. They might get the wrong idea if they spied him toting along an unconscious, bloodied Yandere.

No, it was probably for the best he didn't run into another soul along his journey.

Unsure of how else to handle the situation, King settled for locking Yandere in a closet. He'd be furious when he woke up, but unable to immediately seek vengeance- if he recalled who knocked him out in the first place. One of the other egos would eventually hear him screaming and pounding and maybe come let him out. It wouldn't be King, that much was for sure.

With that threat out of the way, King could turn his attention to his wound. He winced as he realized he'd been trailing and tracking blood through the building. He was an ego, which meant he could withstand more than a normal human, but even he had his limits. He should probably go see the doctor in the clinic. Yet... his gaze drifted out a nearby window, landing on the tree. If he went to the clinic, Dr. Iplier would restrict him to bedrest, and his subjects would be defenseless. Vulnerable. The mere thought alone constricted his lungs all over again.

No, no... King could manage. It was just a little cut. Yandere hadn't pierced anything vital. He wished he could at least swipe some painkillers or actual bandages before he left, but all of those supplies were in the clinic. Far too risky. He snatched a jar of peanut butter, a loaf of bread and a large bag of trail mix from the break room instead.

He'd survive. He could manage. Even though dragging his limping form back to the tree was an effort in and of itself. Heaving his body up the branches was worse, but once he was settled into his perch, he felt better. King pressed a hand to his side, grimaced, then forced another smile for his worried subjects. "I'll be okay. I'm glad none of you were hurt. Please don't worry about me."

The squirrels exchanged glances, intelligent creatures they were, before promptly swarming onto King. He gasped softly, but every squirrel was careful not to step on his wound. They linked up together, crossing paws and tails and fluffy bodies until they'd formed a sort of blanket over their injured ruler. It was getting late, with the sun setting beyond the leaves, and King was touched by the caring gesture. A tingle started up in his nose and his eyes burned with the threat of tears as he sniffed. "Guys..."

His lips wobbled, and he wrapped bloodstained arms around his loving subjects. He'd never felt so warm. This, their loyalty and trust, made everything worth it. Gradually, the pain in his abdomen lessened to a barely noticeable throb, and he was able to drift off to sleep. Comfortable with the knowledge his kingdom was safe once again.

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