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haru-natsuka · 11 months

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Last step part 2 (Leona Kingscholar x Wife Reader)

Genre: Romance

Continuation of Chapter 1 : First step (Leona Kingscholar x Wife Reader) and Last step part 1 (Leona Kingscholar x Wife Reader)

Someone should keep her company during the day too and you hardly could do that now as you are responsible to take care of your state affair. Even in her weak state, she was calling out for her father and you could only caress the back of her hand to calm her down. You were lost as a single parent on the things you should have done.

You could not even sleep in the same bedroom as you used with Leona so you switch rooms although it barely helps. His death was not accepted by you and instead you push to remember him at all cost. You could not afford to be swayed by your negative emotion now. Not when your people need you.

So why did his images keep on appearing in your new room? It was as if he was alive and well just before he left. He was sleeping like usual in the bed on his side while facing the door. His big body already took the entire space in the super single bed. Was this a dream? Maybe his death was not a reality at all? Which one should you believe now? Leona groggily tried to open his eyes as if he was awakened by your presence.

"You took so long again. You should sleep to keep your health in good shape. Should I cuff you to the bed so you will sleep for the entire day with me?"

Leona's words sounded so familiar that you could barely move from your spot as you left standing with your back on the door. Although you did not reply to his words, he already turned to the other side and talked by himself.

"You think I'm joking. I will never joke around if it involves you, Y/N. I will not unwrap my arms around you till I know you get enough sleep."

This was horrible. This was a nightmare. You were tormenting yourself. Stupid unique magic. Why did you unconsciously use it at this time? You did not need to see images of Leona if he was not there at all. You closed your eyes and inhaled air multiple times to get control of yourself.

When you opened them back, Leona was not there anymore except for the empty bed. Most nights, you could not even sleep or go near your bed due to this incident that replayed all the time.

Your daughter did not even know her father was labelled as betrayer of the kingdom as you forbid anyone from mentioning any of it to her. For you, it was not true anyway as you did not want to believe it. You knew Leona better than anyone else and since you married him, he never tried to take the throne.

He felt bitter as everyone just regards him as the trouble maker prince but he still thinks Farena deserved to be the king. Something or somewhere was wrong. Your husband might be assassinated for all you could know.

Since the drought was still ongoing and your citizens were having a hard time surviving, you tried to supply their necessities by giving out things from the palace that might be helpful for their daily life. Even if you barely eat any food and just ask the servant to give it out to the people instead of you.

How could you even eat properly in this situation? You lost your husband and your daughter seemed still sick too. What was happiness without Leona in your life?

"Report" You commanded Ruggie as you were busy yourself reviewing another pile of documents. A lot of it contained the complaint of your country's condition and some of it was about the netizen asking for help for their dying family.

"A lot of families fell into despair as the number of deaths increased due to starvation and dehydration. Lot of families choose to leave the continent to search for a way to survive but others are still willing to stay to support the Royal Highness."

"It is that bad..." The mention of death managed to stop you from continuing your work. This has been going on for the last four month. If this still continues in the future, everyone could be dead staying in this land. The help from the palace was not enough as it was also in a state of hopelessness. Worst case scenario, you needed to beg for help from the main kingdom. The kingdom where Leona was born.

"How is my daughter? Is she good? I hope your son keeps her company very well." You were very worried about her condition as they were no sight of her being cured.

"She no longer cries a lot like before and she slowly opens up back to my son. Nowadays, they even play in the garden back."

"That's good. Very good. I will reward you plenty."

"I will not reject it, Your Highness" You laugh a little at Ruggie antics which stayed the same from the time you first met him.

"Ruggie, I want you to let your son stay in the palace for a while. No, I will prepare rooms for your families. Please bring them here and keep my daughter company."

"Your Highness, do you think it is wise-" You did not even let Ruggie finish his sentence as you do not want him to question your decision. This was the best path you had been thinking about after all.

"Ruggie, you know better than me that we need of desperate help by now. I cannot bear to be selfish now."

Without informing anyone including your daughter except your attendant, Ruggie, early in the morning while everyone was still fast asleep you set to go to the mainland, Sunset Savana.

"I don't think you should go alone, Your Highness. The danger is everywhere."

"This is my responsibility. We are also in-laws so I believe I will be safe. While I'm not here, you will be in charge, Ruggie. In a week, I will return."

"At least, inform the princess, Your Highness. She will be devastated about your leaving."

"Just tell her I'm busy with work. I will come back. Make sure nothing happens to her during my absence."

With that, you instruct the carriage man to move and you set to leave the home which you and Leona had built. Everything is for a better future. Everything is for the people of your country.

Upon your arrival at Sunset Savana after 3 days of your journey, instead of being thrown with hurtful words due to the rumours of betrayal your husband had done, they welcomed you with open arms, especially Farena's wife. You were very thankful that they were even willing to help to supply some food and water to your country.

"The past is the past. I cannot blame you for the act your husband committed." You could not reply with any words for the queen as you did not want to agree with it. If you agree, it means you are admitting that Leona did betray his blood brother which you deemed untrue. Leona is a kind-hearted person. To kill someone is out of his nature.

"You are so kind, my queen." Therefore, you choose to compliment her with simple words which just made the queen smile politely in return.

It had been a long time since you could fall asleep but that night, you found yourself in the unfamiliar bed. Your body finally gave in to the extreme exhaustion and you found yourself dreaming about your husband.

"Whatever you do, never spend time with the queen." Leona harshly said after he pulled you from the ball to a secluded place. His face looked so angry with his eyebrows furrowed that you could not even focus on your husband's face properly as you hung your head low.

Leona must be scared that your action might damage his bad reputation more. However, you had to make sure with yourself to practice etiquette until you excelled in it for his sake. Why could he not trust you this much?

"Promise you will never disobey my words, Y/N" Now, he just treats you like a servant. Huh, your marriage must be on the paper only.

"Yes, Leona..."

Immediately, you woke up from the dream and your heart could not stop from pounding loudly that caused you to inhale short breath. There were uneasy feelings inside your heart that you cannot interpret. Why do you suddenly dream about your past memory with Leona before both of you reconcile?

These unsettling feelings make you unable to sleep any further so you choose to take a walk during the night. As you were about to close the door, you heard noises coming from the queen's room. Your room was side to side as she mentioned there was no one except the two of you so might as well stay in the room that close by.

"Why choose to help her, Your Highness? They do not deserve our kingdom's benevolence" That voice sounds like the queen secretary.

"Everyone regards us as the better one so we should act according to people's view. You should call Cheka back. Everyone already believes the rumours so he has no need to be afraid anymore."

"I think Prince Cheka still needs more time to accept his wrong action. The former king death take a great tools in him"

"That kid should listen to his mother once. I already covered up his wrongdoings using his uncle as an excuse. He should be grateful!"

"You did the right thing, Your Highness. Everyone already dislikes Prince Leona. What is the damaged if dislike turn to hate"

You could not listen anymore as you took multiple steps back while covering your mouth tightly with your hands. Tears silently strimmed down your face as you digested the information you got. Your head was almost blank for a while.

You felt like you wanted to scream in distress. Your knees felt weak as you fell down on the floor. What on earth did you just hear?! They were using your husband to cover up Cheka's murder! He name was being used!

Why could no one appreciate Leona's existence? Why keep on throwing him bad words? Why use him to cover up someone else murder? Much worse announced him as someone who killed the king. What did he do to receive this disdain! Just because he was the second prince so it was fine to do anything harmful to him?!

You should run away from this place and return to your home. All of them were fake. Their kindness was fake. The dream might be a warning of their true nature. You tried to regain the strength in your legs to stand up back but the sounds of the door creaking stopped you.

"Have fun hearing everything?" The queen leaned on the door frame with her hand crossed across her chest, smugly looking down at you.

"How could you do that to him?! He is your husband's brother!" You retort back without concealing your true feelings.

"Because he is my husband's brother he would need to be eliminated"

"He already declares he will never take over the throne. You even use him to cover up your son's murder! Cheka the one who killed Farena! How can you call yourself a mother?!"

"That's why as a mother I took care of the situation. You think everyone wants a killer as their new king?"

"You tyrant! Insolent! Bastard! Villain!"

"You should learn how to take care of your mouth. No worries, I will help you until you forget how to speak anymore. Guards!"

You squirmed to let yourself free as the guards dragged you away. They keep on dragging you with force until you reach the dungeon in the basement. They harshly throw your body inside the dark cell and lock the door before leaving without saying anything.

You felt useless as you could not fight for Leona's rights. You cannot even focus on yourself now as your mind had been thinking of your husband, on how his life was being treated as trash.

"Oh God, please for his next life make it easier for him. I just want him to be happy as who he is. He deserves it. Even if I cannot be by his side, as long as he enjoys his life, that's enough."

To be continued...

#romance #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #leona kingscholar x reader #leona kingscholar #leona x reader #leona kingscholar x you #leona twisted wonderland #angst #disney twisted wonderland #twst #twst x reader

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jeweled-blue-eyes · 6 months

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What do you think it would take for Derrick to go full on stalker mode?

I recently read an Interview with the author of vadd,and she said that in a "what If" side story derrick was supposed to imprison penelope

And that got me thinking,what would make him snap?like,which one of penelope's actions would make him so jealous/furious that he would just say "fuck It" and kidnap her?

I mean,the guy's a psycho,he already keeps her locked up in the house just for existing,so i don't think it would take much.

Who says Derrick has not always been in full stalker mode but hid it better than others? He canonically stole things from Penelope`s room and threw away Vinters handkerchief. And when she attempted to sneak out he caught her because he was walking by her window by ``coincidence``.

I'm not sure if Derrick needed a trigger. I think the time wore down his patience and made him more crueler. Eventually it would have resulted in Penelope's imprisonment provided he did not decide to kill her before. Depending on her behaviour she could end up in a bigger, prettier prison filled with books and sparkly things than the one she was already trapped in...or it could be a literal dungeon. Not by the stretch of imagination can I picture what kind of happy ending the game would have envisioned for them. He can't have her in the role he wants, not unless he broke her spirit and caused her to hate him forever.

He's a possessive yandere, alright. So the "trigger" would probably be when his possession gains sentinence, expresses their desire for independence and freedom and makes attempts to shed their chains. Penelope did all of these things probably before yet he never reacted in that way. So I guess there is the idea that she has to do something extreme that would cause the yandere snap. Unpopular opinion: I disagree. Easy to say you aren't hungry when you have just eaten, when you have never craved the taste of food before in order to live. Harder to say when you've been starving yourself for nearly six years. A man can only repress his feelings for so long. Penelope threw tauntrums before, but in the past he never punished her violently, yet when she is 17 he straight up kills her for harrassing a servant, calling him brother and fighting back. Similary to that I think that something Penelope did when she was younger and was ignored without a comment, now would have grave consequences and could result in lifelong prison time. The trigger may be microscopically small and it would take her years of reexamination, replaying their interaction over and over again in her head and dissecting them until she realized which of her actions or words pushed him over the edge. Furthermore I already had the impression that Derrick was playing the long game and planning to isolate her further with the excuse of wanting to protect her from their political opponents once he has become the head of the Eckart duchy. Derrick is the kind of person where you can`t predict when he will strike once he has become a yandere. He keeps his true feelings conceiled and a normal person would have no idea what goes on in his twisted mind. Contrary to her first impression he`s not rational at all. Penelope could go to bed happily thinking they have finally repaired their relationship, only to wake up chained to a bed in the attic the next morning.

It could be something small like her doing something nice for him that could give him a taste of what he could have had. Or a careless comment that would wound his ego enough to set him off. Maybe he doesn´t even need a trigger. The problem is that there´s a barrier that keeps him from acting on his desires even when they flare up: his father, brother, Ivonne, the royals...What if one of these were to disappear temporary due to a certain even taking place? Isn't Leilas presence enough to make one lose their morals? Perhaps in the alternative universe Leila would have made a deal with Derrick and brainwashed him instead of Iklies?

But if you want a big trigger I can name you a few: Penelope being attacked in the streets, a suicide attempt that is almost successful, her caught showing affection to another man, packing her suitcase, her deciding to run away with Iklies. Derrick resorts to violence when he thinks he`s losing his hold over her. I think Iklies is the best method to drive him insane. Callisto is too OP for Derrick to do something about it and he's too dutiful to go against the crown prince (unless the prince was away on a mission, thought to be missing/dead and his brother was crowned), but Iklies is a slave. Derrick could show his most disgusting side without holding back, he could torture and kill them without restraint and he still would have been treated as the unquestioned hero in the narrative of the Eorkan empire. Penelope choosing the crown prince over him he can respect, but her choosing a slave, the lowest of lows? That would drive him mad. It hurts his pride.

What about a double hostage situation? Derrick kidnapping ´´saving´´ Penelope after Iklies kidnapped her and deciding that she`s safer in her gilded cage, that this is the golden opportunity to steal her away, pretend she`s still missing or fake her death blaming someone else?

#anon #answered asks #death is the only ending for a villainess #vadd #ditoeftv #villains are destined to die #derrick x penelope #eckartcest

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ifellinlovewithpersona · 5 months

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Just a vent post lmao I hope I won't get hate for this (disclaimer P5 is still wonderful game, I just personally have a weird relationship with it rn idk why, but me being me do not affect you, if you love this game to death and can replay it 10 times in a row - That's awesome! I'm happy for you!)

I have a super weird relationship with P5 rn lmao, like I love the fanon and like idea of these characters and still can and will put these guys into Situations (I mean, I just finished my renbino fic so ... Yeah) but also I got super tired with the canon for some reason. Like... I'm trying to replay this game since September and I'm still at Kaneshiro arc lmao. I brought my switch to my hometown with me when I didn't even had the internet hoping maybe I'll force myself to play it out of just boredom and I still can't do it :/

I think SMT games (or just other megaten in general where the gameplay is more important than cutscenes) absolutely destroyed my attention span to play neosona hahaha (no shit, I need this adrenaline hit that my ass is about to get beaten lmao), I know I can just skip cutscenes but I don't really want to either because I wanted to remind myself of the canon story? But also pressing X (or rather A since I'm playing switch ver rn) for a hour makes me totally tired and I'm turning off console right away lol

So yeah I'm not sure what to do with this playthrough if I should push through hoping I'll eventually get hooked on it again (and maybe skip some cutscenes) and finish my 3rd playthrough (2nd of Royal) or I should just drop it idk

Also I miss my Samurai son already lol but I'm still away from home (ngl really regretting i dont have og hardware rn lol)

#lilly's talking #sorry i need to vent about that i was never that stuck in any megaten game as i'm with p5 rn #pls no hate thank you <3 #like i said this is an amazing game and i'm no doubting that i just have neosona burnout rn

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chromaji · 4 months

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after finishing replaying the main story of SoV, which started pretty suddenly for the sake of doing research for a game i've been in the early stages of making...

i can safely say act 2 still ended up being my favorite all these years later🫡

There's something I really enjoy about the more personal stakes of helping others in their pirate (and necrodragon) related troubles while being on a pilgrimage to a temple. I mean you know how FE tends to be, continent spanning struggles and wars between royalty of nations, with the smaller-scale bandit stuff just being for a few chapters, if that.

I dont mind the big royal stories of course but Celica Act 2 really is some fresh air, especially since it happens after the more typical FE plot had already started on Alm's side.

...To be fair once the plot started, the smaller scale troubles are also pushed aside here. But there were at least sidequests to help people throughout.

Onto more general stuff, yeah sidequests like this were a nice thing to see in an FE game. I liked the earlier ones where you went back to a shrine to fight a miniboss, and the ones where you had to trade between armies to complete early.

And i've talked about how much I love the fact that there's dungeons to crawl in this game, since it was one of the main reasons I decided to replay for research. One thing I will say is that the dungeon battles got monotonous after a point, especially when enemies were just too far away for my team to one-round, but they weren't quite weak enough for me to auto battle without worrying if someone would die. There's a lot i've taken note of in the dungeon aspect so far for my project, but I haven't even tried the postgame dungeon yet so i'll have to see if anything gets added there.

Also not related to my research but why's the turning like that when running in dungeons 😭

Onto non-dungeon battles, the map design was overall... yeah not great, kinda ass. However, I cant say this too confidently rn considering i'll need to make strategy maps for my own game idea, which i've never done before, so my stuff may also end up kinda ass!!! We'll be ass together!!

Anyway I liked the early "mostly barren fields" for Alm because it put into perspective a literal army's cavarly units vs your ragtag footlocked crew with like 1-2 cav and fliers that probably couldn't be sent off on their own. But after a bit it was like okay thats enough empty fields with cavalry approaching. Also i'm not forgiving this goofy ass setup

Celica's desert+swamp maps weren't fun at all but man these maps always gotta show up in some FE game so this isnt a Celica exclusive.

Overall there's definitely things done in SoV that I wanna consider for my own project, so this was def worth replaying & experiencing the good & bad myself instead of just watching a playthrough or smth. There's probably a lot more i could say but i've been typing for a while agh

#feesov playing

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cacneo · 3 months

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I’m gonna throw all my initial thoughts about rebirth here while the ending is fresh:

1) Myrna is adorable, 10/10 no notes

2) I literally gasped aloud when Zack touched Cloud and ended up fighting along side him

3) I feel like square is fucking with us at this point with all the stamp variations

4) I’m still very hopeful for an ending where Zack is fully back. It’s interesting that they are using the white room again like in AC, I’m wondering what connection that has to the livestream and who ends up rejoining vs being in the room and what that means

5) I really need a list of everything that was changed or expanded upon vs the original

6) I’m a little conflicted with the styling of the Gi and the sort of characterization of them as a group of people. I’d be less conflicted if square hadn’t royally made asses of themselves in FF16, but they lost a lot of benefit of the doubt there recently. But having a group that is styled to look like (to my eyes anyway) African tribesmen, positioning them as outside invaders, and having them say that the cetra’s exclusion of them is why they poured all their hate into a world-ending material is uh…….not great, and it’s even worse when positioned in a narrative about the corrupting power of anger and the need for letting things go. It comes off as a “oh but slavery/colonization/etc. was so long ago, why are you still hung up on it, you’re being divisive by not just moving on.” Left a really bad taste in my mouth after that section, hopefully they just leave it there instead of digging a bigger hole in pt 3

7) I’m putting my money on part 3 coming out in 2027 for the 30th anniversary

8) after them bringing Weiss and Nero back in intergrade, and after reminding myself of them showing up at the end of crisis core, I’m guessing they will show up again when the party goes to midgar in pt 3

9) I’m going to have to find a way to replay dirge of Cerberus

10) still not sure what’s going on with them trying to say that cloud thought Zack drowned??? Presumably it’s sephiroth fuckery

11) I really need context for a) why they added roche as a character and b) why he would have volunteered for a hojo experiment

12) maybe ever crisis has / will do some of this, but I really want some context for like, what fuckery happens in SOLDIER post crisis core and pre main game with their whole chain of command fucked

13) the level design and environment people did a phenomenal job

14) Zack’s new voice actor did waaaayy better this time, whether through practice or better voice direction or both. It actually sounded more like him

15) sad to see the banora posters around but no mention of angeal and genesis (unless you count the loveless production being version G as a genesis mention)

16) square really decided to punish me for not using magic most of the game with that elemental barrier at the end

17) I ship clerith way more than I used to. Remake/rebirth have given her so much more character

18) same for yuffie, I’m glad she got intergrade and with the wutai war being a bigger deal I’m looking forward to better characterization for her too

19) curious what the plan is for cid since they’ve brought him in differently

20) and still a little heartbroken that cid/vincent aren’t full party members

21) I guess wedge appearing in the loveless scene with Jesse/biggs means he did die at the shinra building when the whispers pushed him

22) it’s neat that your weapon changes in scenes based on what you have equipped, but it does really ruin a lot of the cinematic parallels with Zack if you don’t keep the buster sword equipped all game

#39.5 hours #now to go back and do side quests #rebirth spoilers #ff7 #ffvii #ffvii rebirth

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starlight-phantom · 1 year

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For the ask game, Persona series!

I'm gonna guess you mean the entire series for this and not any game in particular.

3 male characters I love:

Ren Amamiya, I honestly could not tell you why I adore him so much. Y'know sometimes you just get a favourite character for inexplicable reason but they just make you so happy and can brighten up your whole day? Yeah, that's him.

Minato Arisato, I've been replaying P3 recently and ooh boy I forgot how special this boy was. Kinda makes me sad how he tends to get boiled down to 'the emo protag' because no, he's so much more.

Yosuke Hanamura, yeah there's time I wanna smack him upside the head but this boy's special to me for personal reasons to do with when I first played the game. Although it is painful how much he reminds me of my thirteen year old self. It is genuinely like "Oh geez that's me 😬"

3 female characters I love:

Maya Amano, c'mon you gotta love Maya. From her clothes, to her terrible driving skills, to the state of her room, to her positive attitude, everything about her is great.

Nanako Dojima, I had to, okay? It's Nanako. I don't need to explain this one, I know you understand.

Haru Okumura, I just love her so much. She's prim and proper, she's a comforting presence, she's badass, she's adorable, she's terrifying... She's the whole package.

3 romantic ships I love:

TatsuJun (Tatsuya Suou x Jun Kurosu), these two just give me so many emotions. Not to mention, they're somehow so melodramatic and tragic but awkward and dorky at the same time.

SouYo (Souji Seta/Yu Narukami X Yosuke Hanamura) the epitome of "fellas is gay to smooch your homie?". But in all seriousness, I am still very bitter that his romance route was removed.

AkeShu (Akira Kurusu/Ren Amamiya x Goro Akechi), not really surprising, this one has been tormenting me almost non-stop since Royal. How can two boys be so in sync with each other and yet so completely useless at expressing their emotions at the same time?

3 platonic dynamics I love:

Tatsuya, Eikichi, and Jun. I mean... Their demon negotiation tactic is forming a band and performing for them. Gotta love that.

Minako and Junpei, something I really liked about P3P is that Junpei seemed to have a lot more of a 'bro' relationship with the femc instead of the mc and I just love the potential chaos that comes from that.

Ren and Futaba, chaotic gremlin siblings. Need I go on?

3 favorite moments in canon:

This is more of a joke one but I still love it: Tatsuya pushing Katsuya out of a blimp to avoid talking about his problems in Eternal Punishment. It's hilarious and the possibility of seeing that in P5 graphics is a very big reason why I want the original trilogy remade.

The Ending of Persona 3, I won't go into any specifics because if you know, you know and hey, it's only a week away... I'm still not prepared for the flood of art to crush my soul... But seriously, so beautiful and poignant and it really helped me through some stuff.

In a similar vein, the final fight with Maruki in Royal. Just what the fight represents and how he reacts afterwards gets me every time.

3 favorite headcanons:

I love the headcannon that Minato and Minako are twins instead of just the male and female protags of the game. It's just a lot of fun to think about.

I love the headcannon that Ren's from Inaba because he was mentioned to be a country bumpkin in the game and it ties very nicely back to P4.

For some reason, it's a lot harder to think of headcannons for an entire series of games as apposed to focusing on a single game so I'll leave it here for this one.

3 least favorite things about it:

Just the treatment of certain types of characters... You know what I mean: female characters, LGBT characters, fat characters, etc... It gets reeeeeaaalllll old after a while and tbh wasn't even funny in the first place.

The writing can be kinda wishy-washy, if that makes sense? For example, in P4 they backtrack on quite a few characters stories, such as Yukiko, Kanji, Rise and Naoto. And in P5, they go back on their logic as well, such as viewing Kamoshida as disgusting for going after students and then giving you the option to date your homeroom teacher? It doesn't make sense.

The fact that Atlus keeps ignoring P1&2, even when they are including in things by shoving them to the back and focusing on 3,4&5, yes I am still bitter how the 25th anniversary barely had anything for the games that started it all.

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yeonban · 2 years

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Send an emoji + three different characters.

@chiheru asked: 🦋🍪🔪 + athy, jennette, chihiro + for ezekiel :")

🦋 - befriend, adopt, ignore.

There’s a twinge of pain in his chest when his mind replays the actions he would be allowed to do ( two favorable, one inadmissible; yet each mandatory for the game to end ), and Ezekiel ponders quietly - pose elegant & visage composed in spite of the turmoil he feels inside. ❛ I would adopt Chihiro, ❜ The noble starts, and this is the only option he is entirely certain of ( she is young, much younger than the rest; and although their father tries, at his behest rather than from own initiative; the heir is all too conscious of the fact that his presence is paramount for Chihiro’s development; while the other two have long since surpassed any need for it ). ❛ As a brother, the appropriate answer would be to befriend Jennette, and to ignore Her Highness, ❜

Silence seeps into the monologue, and guilt begins to build. He’s aware of it, aware that this is what he should do, that this is what is expected of him, and yet... ❛ But... I cannot confidently say that, if met with such a choice, I wouldn’t ignore Jennette and strive to befriend Her Highness instead. ❜ In hindsight, he has done so plenty of times before, offered the royal princess special treatment while isolating the one that depended on him, and it only hurts deeper to realize that, despite his common sense & decency, he could still do it again.

The self-reproach is well deserved, just as Jennette herself deserves a better sibling, and Ezekiel can only acknowledge his failure as an older brother, as her older brother. No one would reprimand him for such a choice / for offering preferential treatment to the future queen ( not his father, not the citizens, perhaps not even Jennette ), not when so much remains at stake for the Alpheus name that the royal family could make or break, but Ezekiel cannot help but consider this a disgrace still.

🍪 - make cookies for, make a five-course meal for, burn all their food.

The subsequent options are easier to manage, the context by far lighter than the one before it; and thus Ezekiel relaxes slightly, wondering how he would explain the burnt food to its expecting recipient ( for once thankful that Athanasia knows him least - as she would perhaps not be quite as phased by such an unlikely accident as his sisters would undoubtedly be, and it would be simpler for her, the kingdom’s prized light, to order another feast than it would be for either of the other two to do the same ). ❛ I would burn Her Highness’ food, ❜ As much as he intrinsically disapproves of the idea. ❛ And I would cook a five-course meal, as well as cookies, for Jennette and Chihiro. As for how I would divide them... it would only be fair for the hungrier of the two to receive the meal, and the other one the cookies. ❜

🔪 - protect, attack, fight side-by-side with.

As if a boulder fell into the pits of his stomach, Ezekiel’s shoulders stiffen at the word “attack”, any semblance of equanimity threatening to falter at the slightest gesture, and therefore he doesn’t move. Of the three, only one possessed fighting prowess capable of fighting side-by-side with him without pushing into needless danger or an even worse fate ( and it was Athanasia, as per her blessed magical bloodline ), while his sisters both required his protection - how was he to choose the one protected by his sword, and the one the blade would be pointed to? ❛ I would fight side-by-side with Her Highness, ❜

The conflict is apparent on his mien, expression dour & brows furrowed enough to be noticed; and Ezekiel considers each possibility meticulously, attempting to find a loophole to take advantage of - and he does, just barely, but it hurts no less. He remembers what the magician of the tower had divulged about Jennette, that as a chimera crafted by the former, malevolent king, she is more prone to become a threat to the kingdom & its innocent citizens ( subconsciously as it might be ), and Ezekiel supposes that, if such circumstances demanded it, left him with no other choice but to attack his sister ( although hopefully only to an innocuous degree; to merely fend or stall rather than wound or kill ), he would oblige, even if such an act would earn his father’s, younger sister’s and princess’ dissent. ❛ I would protect Chihiro... and if there was truly no way around it... I would attack Jennette. ❜

#muse: ezekiel alpheus.#chiheru #* ezekiel alpheus. / ic.#long post /#KAYA YOU ENDED HIS ENTIRE CAREER #HE'S IN /SO/ MUCH PAIN RN #Making him choose between his baby sisters... and the love of his life... AH...

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Rosa let a sigh of relief hearing Rubedo's answer "then please young knights~, watch over my flower~" she asked the two boys with a soft smile.

Saad stood up to do the Knight of Favonius way of salute, which he learned from Vincent before, "You can count on me, ma'am!" He said with confidence. Lily smiled widely at him and asked, "Does that mean I can be a princess today~?" She received a nod from Saad, which made her so happy, and she moved to stand in front of him and bow with slightly moving the hem of her dress up resembling a royal princess.

Jabari, Sania, and Candace chuckles at the cute acts while Rosa and Vincent smile warmly. Then Sania went to the kitchen and brought Rosa's water bottle that was within the Sumpter beast luggage "here~. I filled your water bottle with cold water Miss Rosa" the lady said handing the item to Vincent who placed it in the cross bag he just put on taking a few important stuff, so he can easily have his lady on his back.

"Thank you~, Sania~. I will be sure to repay you~" Rosa's tone shows her excitement to be with her man again even though she didn't want to be so obvious about it. Vincent carried Rosa slowly as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, resting her weight on him. "Are you comfortable?" He asked calmly. The lady nodded. "yes~. Let's get going~, please~" her replay was slightly shy as she hid her face in his shoulder, earning a warm smile from the hosting couple.

Lily ran out of the house, and Saad followed her with Ruby. Vincent smiled at the children's energy and went out to lead the way. "Need me to get Habib ready to tag along?" Jabari asked."No need, Jabari. It will be easier with us being light on the move. It's just a fun explanation~. Maybe when we'll do some research there later," replied the adventurer with some cheer in his tone.

Rosa's heart raced at the words, hoping that her wish would be granted. Lily was standing waiting for the adults who were ready to leave with the two boys by her sides. "Goodbye! Be careful on your journey, and come back early~!" She cheerfully said before they waved their hands to the group and ran off to see the other kids. "Be sure to stay with each other, everyone. And don'tworryabout the children." Candace reassured the three parents with a kind smile.

Rosa waved back to the children and Candace. She watched the kids run a way with joy. "I missed her~" she whispered whilst nuzzling her face into Vincent's warm shoulder unconsciously. "Well, we missed you too," he whispered back to her as he walked, leading the way out of the village and to the area they decided to see.

The young woman's eyes started to fill with tears as they looked far to the horizon. "sorry~.. please~... Don't leave me ever again~... Vin~.." she whispered quietly to him while her entire body shook from all emotions running through her heart. Vincent felt guilty to push her that far and for too long, too. A gentle yet sad smile was on his lips as he spoke, "I won't." His answer was simple, which got her to relax enough to close her tired eyes with tears running down her flushed cheeks, and before long, she fell into a peaceful asleep. He used his Hydro arms to keep her secured as he walked ahead. The adventurer hoped the others wouldn't feel down with their little bittersweet reunion.

Rubedo giggled at Lily and Saad’s antics. “Ehe~! A prince, a princess, and a knight!”

The whopperflower raced outside with the other two children to see his father and uncle off, giving the former a tight hug.

“Papa, please be careful out there,” he said.

“I will,” Nigredo said, patting Rubedo’s head. “And you be good. Keep everyone safe.”

Rubedo gave his father a determined nod before the gardener placed a kiss on his forehead.

“I love you, my little seedling.”

“Love you, too, Papa!”

Albedo smiled softly at his brother and nephew. “We’ll try not to be out too long,” he assured before heading off with the others.

The brothers and Cyno allowed Vincent to lead the way. Albedo squeezed Cyno’s hand as he overheard Rosa expressing her remorse to Vincent, while Nigredo’s hand gingerly brushed the hilt of the sword strapped to his waist. Neither of them made any comment, though.

Cyno could sense the alchemists’ sorrow and decided to try and lift the mood.

“Why should you never go hungry in the desert?” He paused for a moment. “Because of all the sand which is there.”

Albedo burst into a fit of giggles as Nigredo groaned loudly.

“Do you get it?” Cyno asked. “Because I said ‘sand which is,’ as in ‘the sand that is located in the desert.’ But when you say it out loud, it sounds like ‘sandwiches,’ as in the food.”

“Yeah, Cyno, we get it!” Nigredo ground out. “Seriously, what does my brother see in you?!”

#moon answers shit #vincent anon #rhinesons au

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mysteriouslybluepirate · 6 months

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QUICK GAME OF THE YEAR REACTION POST:

sorry for anyone who follows me for ofmd(ive been ofline due to work+school+writing 2 ofmd fic due Dec 15th), but really quick, here's my general thoughts about my Other unhealthy habit besides writing about gay pirates!! I love gaming and this year was STRONG, so I have THOUGHTS. This is my superbowl.

Rants first:

Pizza Tower was robbed for breakout indie. By a Mile. It had 40k community reviews compared to the winners 2k. The winners were an offshoot indie company that made fuckimg LIMBO. One of the games that started the indie scene vs. a passion project between friends. All the music is being written by 1 guy with 2 developers on the game. Pizza Tower released in the first few months of 2023 to a huge breakout fandom vs. Cacoon that just came out a few months ago. I think indie needs to be more community vs. reviewer based, as the community is selling the game to future fams vs. Games Journalists. I loved Pizza Tower, but it's not a pretty game the journalists choose. I loved it, from its fast-paced music to 90s cartoon art to challenging gameplay, and it sucks that this fan community will be the people that review bombed cacoon. To me, it feels like the last of us 2 winning everything a few years ago. No hate to the devs. But damn.

-I fucking hate Hideo Kojima. I generally dispise his work as it feels like he's afraid to create 'lesser' art and uses his influence to hang out with celebrities. I think death stranding is sloppy, and most of HIS work in the Metal Gear series is dumb. His action feels slow, and his plots vaguely empty. So when I saw a more psychological horror game with his studio slapped on it(a genra you need to be VERY careful with), i wasn't happy. HOWEVER. I admire the fuck out of Jordan Peele and his version of a more sociological horror. Of systems and society and PEOPLE influencing our horror. Of what being an outcast means. So we're combining a successful studio with money and a writer who hopefully can toe the line between offensive mental health tropes and the fiction of the universe. I was fucking SQUEALING when Peele came out. (If he's a shit head, I apologize in advance). This could be a story based game that grabs me.

-please limit all announcers to a standard time frame. They should be as pressured in their speeches as the winners.

-E3 is gone. This is why there are so many announcements and adds for games va time for awards. Can we please create a separate indie vs. AAA show to highlight indie general beyond farmlife/pretry games. I want indie horror and other smaller genre to get recognized.

(Also fuck Neil druckmann for being a POS)

BG3 getting Game of the Year: spent 300+ hours playing BG3. Replaying acts 1/2 with around 5 different Tavs who never beat act 3(thanks to anxiety of finally ending a story). Romancing Karlach, Shadowheart and Astarion(dark urge). As a dragon age fan, this is the best RPG in that style I can ask for. I am delighted with every award it got, and will cherish this game for years. The dark urge 'good' playthrough featuring a plot that inspires me to this day.

Games I need to play right now apparently.

I thought Alan Wake 1 had a bad story but apparently Alan Wake 2 is right up my alley. A better horror game with better story and unreality and pushing the medium of video games. Which is my shit. I also need to understamd that dance montage. (I want to see why this won story over BG3, BG3 takes into account player action. Why did this win over 100s of hours of story content?)

The Finals. I can't stand battle royal/rainbow 6 esk games in general, but the attitude and destruction looks fun, and it's free. So fuck it.

Hi-fi rush! No clue what it is but it looked lovely and up my alley!

New stuff to look out for

That game based on Journey to the West. I was freaking out the entire trailer. I feel a long form game is the perfect way to adapt the legend. I loved watching Ellen ring and can see this become a comfort streaming game to watch.

'BLADE'- GAME???? FUCK YEAH! I was so hyped when I put the pieces together. I'm thankful for my time in the marvel fandom but I'm happy Blade was mostly ignored and we'll get a passionate team creating what will likely be a game with Batman Arkham style combat.

Free God of War DLC looks amazing, and as a rogue lite fan, I'll love to watch the story unfold online

Lost Records- from the life is strange people, is my shit. I will play it.

I finally get to play my dad's favorite Sega games with this remaster!!! All 5 look amazing.

Any Syardew Valley, Elden Ring or Hades like game. Love that shit.

#game of the year #game of the year 2023 #goty 2023 #the game awards #the game awards 2023

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God the last few asks reminded me how much the Hawaii trip ticks me off; like, the devs decide to focus on japan, but they have the team go on a Hawaii trip? Just to show people outside Japan know about the phantom thieves? Shouldn't that have been phased out a few drafts ago? What does the trip itself even have to do with the later game events? (And no boosting the PT's popularity doesn't count that's a dumb plot point anyway) God it just infuriates me...

P5 vanilla.....there's.....really......nothing....You can have a small event with the girl you like (unless you're girl is Futaba/Haru *bitterly* hahahaha *pours one out* >_> As a Naoto/Aigis/Mitsu/Shinji/Ryo fan I feel your pain on limited events.....)

Oh boi, under the cut. Went in a few directions.

Even after Royal........nada. The best we get is more Sumi interactions (and Maruki's visit), god I need to replay Royal (I have Vanilla like burned into my brain more-so than I do Royal). They have the most plot relevance so they win by default (the alternative is that Yusuke is pretty thoughtful towards Futaba with the timer or whatever). Aren't like.....most of the new scenes to introduce some kind of Sumi content? Like I like Sumi....but.....it just feels..... I dunno. Wait...aren’t almost all new scenes in Royal to service Sumi (or if not her, then Maruki/Goro)? Like we still get a liiiiiitle bit with the rest of the Team, but in the end it’s to tie Sumi back into it.

Uhhhg really gotta replay Royal don’t I? (Vanilla? That’s burned into my brain. Royal? My brain likes to block it out flkjsafdjl). Ok Jimmy Neutron Think scene let’s go! Let’s see..... Park event? Split up from Anne and Ryu so we can introduce Sumi..... Out to eat? Goro/Sumi only. Summer fair? Han out with Yusuke/Ryu only to....go with Sumi (but not all three, just you and Sumi). Hawaii? Added like one scene? We get a second of PT and then Sumi shows up and leaves.

I think those were the big events everyone thought we’d FINALLY get true blue character hang outs (ala P4). Not cause P5 needs to be like P4, but because P5 could benefit from P4′s style than P3 (character based vs plot based), because the plot is set in stone, but it could still flesh up it’s characters some more!

But that being said, thanks to Sumi, those scenes are now important....but.....listen I love Sumi. But it’s all in the purpose of the plot (like P3). And that’s fine, but it doesn’t have the balance of giving the existing characters the gd depth they need with these hangouts, and then the plot relevance that Sumi has. And then it feels like it’s ONLY for Sumi and....... orz

It just gives off the feeling that Royal wants to push aside the existing cast (which is what I get from Royal as a whole, not just with these Sumi scenes). And it’s one of the reasons I don’t like Marie and the bonus dungeon but to a smaller degree (idea is fine, it’s the execution I don’t like).

I dunno there’s just something off about Royal. And sorry for the Royal rant, I just feel like Royal had an opportunity to make these nothing scenes MATTER and.....they kinda do, but not in the way they were originally designed.

Like P3 beach? To introduce Aigis and move onto the next story beat. P4 Port Island trip? To have the cast bond with Naoto and push story beats along. P5 Hawaii? Absolutely nothing. P5R? Still absolutely nothing but we do get a Sumi scene which pays lip service to her and a later plot (if you get to it) BUT it doesn’t really bond the team to Sumi like the P4 trip scene.

FUCK! I just realized, we could’ve had Sumi there for much longer, for a bigger scene. You know what could’ve been fun? Have all the classes get together into “random” groups. Our team, Yuki, Sumi Haru, and randos get pulled in. Randos start talking about the PT’s popularity (I know what else is new with P5?) but then in the little group we are in, a debate starts. We have some siding with the Detective Prince, some with the PT. We even get to hear Sumi and Haru’s view in the middle and our Team (not just MC) get to be in on that interaction and debate with Sumi/Haru/randos! No need to “lay low” but we can actually talk about the gd ideals of the characters and game, and have them interact on a deeper level. Kinda like the P4 scene, Naoto is at constant friction with the IT, IT being tight lipped, and Naoto trying to figure them out. Is it a world class scene? No, but it’s 1) bonding between chars, 2) setting up story beats, 3) giving us insight on characters. We could’ve had that in the Hawaii scene and now I’m really upset! ;w;

#same applies to maruki #and goro >_________>#silly asks #silly answers

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so i've been listening to future perfect nonstop for more time than i'd like to admit while studying, and here are some thoughts i have on it (most prob will change cause i take some time getting used to new songs, and even more to mvs):

so love the post-chorus (or intro? or both?). it's just? so good to listen to? maybe it's the tempo, and the effects they used on the voices, but i love it and it's one of my fav parts. also in the post-chorus (except on the intro) there is a really addicting synth kinda sound going on that i love and wanted more emphasized, but the bassline and vocals covered most of it.

i also love the flute? sound during the whole thing. i wish they had accentuated it more. and i'm sure they'll exchange it for trumpets in a special performance, it's just the right notes for a royal/army type of concept?

can we talk about jay's "i got pushed pushed"????? like!!!! i was so surprised by it i replayed it about a hundred times. i'm pretty sure he's the one that sang the 'ay ay' in the beginning, and it kinda reminds me of felix a bit there. just wow. his voice has some cool variations.

i'm happy niki has a verse for himself, it fits him so well too. and sunghoon did the moves in the last post-chorus so well??? like, what is it with him and moves that need you to lower your upper body and use your shoulders and arms? he always shines in those.

i like the 'oh oh oh' on the chorus (not the chanting ohoh, the one only heeseung and jungwon sang), it has a really catchy rhythm.

just took a look at the showcase and they mentioned is a chicago drill song. it makes all the sense to me now JGDJFGJGHAF i was a tiny bit lost in the sense of genre.

overall, it's a great song. personally my fav cb so far, fav mv in technical terms (looks like a movie for real, some shots are just ✨), and fav choreography too cause it's so addicting once you see it. they really leveled up y'all :') i wanted them to finish off with a dance break with that same synths? and flute? sounds, maybe with a different baseline structure and a bit of the intro appearing now and then (like the teaser yk), but yeah, the usual enhypen habit of making great songs short af.

#. .. .♡·˚ ❄️ snow’s talks #couldn't really visualize the song structure in the first three listens #but now i kinda like it #nothing new with enha #but well thought for them

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looooooooomis · 3 years

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FINAL GIRL | FIVE

You were his final girl. And there was no chance in hell that anyone or anything was going to mess that up.

p a r t five | t h e c a b i n (part I)

masterlist here

pairing: Billy Loomis x f!reader word count: 5.6k (I’M SORRY I GOT CARRIED AWAY) warnings: s m u t (18 +!!!!!)

A/N: after 8 months of MIA, SHE’S BACK BABY!!! this is part 1 of 2 of our fav couple being at the cabin x next chapter will have soft moments I promise lmao

You should have been paying more attention.

If you’d been paying more attention, you wouldn’t have had five sets of eyes currently watching your every move, waiting for an answer you didn’t have. Why had you thought it was a good idea to stay up as late as you had packing your overnight bag for the cabin? If you had gone to bed at a reasonable hour, you wouldn’t have been as braindead as you currently were and, if you hadn’t been braindead, you wouldn’t have wound up in whatever ring of hell you were currently stuck in as your friends stared at you as though you’d grown a second head.

You pleaded with your tongue to say anything, pleaded for your brain to register a decent enough lie to make this uncomfortable silence end but nothing came out of your mouth. Only a pathetic hum and a gusto of forced laughter.

You wanted to die.

It should have been an easy enough answer to what was an even easier question. One that you’d practiced answering for the last two days and yet, as the moment for the lie came and went, you were left scrambling like a fucking moron.

You didn’t dare look at Billy as Sid curled into his side knowing if you managed to catch his coffee-coloured stare, you’d only be met with something between terror and amusement as you royally shit the bed. So, instead, you did the next best thing. You replayed the question over and over again in your head until you were driven mad.

‘Are you up for a movie this weekend?’

It was a simple enough question, one you’d managed to decline easily enough but, as Tatum frowned and asked the one question you were expecting to hear, your mind went blank.

‘Why? What are you doing?’

The answer you were supposed to say: I have to babysit my cousin in Santa Rosa all weekend. The answer they got? Silence. Pure, awkward as fuck, silence.

“Earth to Y/N,” Tatum laughed, brows furrowing. “Are you alive?”

“Sorry,” you huffed out a quiet laugh and shook your head, “I barely slept last night, I’m braindead.”

While it wasn’t a lie, you were still on edge. You’d think after months of sneaking around with the asshole sitting in front of you that you would have chilled out a little more but not today. Maybe it was the nerves of a full weekend away with Billy Loomis as his girlfriend hosted a fucking movie night sans her boyfriend and best friend – but something was making you stumble over what should have been second nature to you.

“You feeling okay?” Sid, the angel she was, asked with a small frown. Your stomach twisted in the familiar way it always did when your sweet friend showed concern. Concern which you most definitely didn’t deserve. “You seem…off.”

It would have been so easy to confess your dark little twisted affair with Billy right then and there. To just open your mouth and let the truth of everything you’d been doing behind her back play out. But you knew it would break her heart and, more than that, you were a fucking coward.

“I’m fine, Sid,” you smacked on a small smile and leaned into your locker. You had one more class until you were home free. Free of your friends’ inquiring eyes, free of Biology, free of Woodsboro. If you managed to get through this incredibly uncomfortable moment. “And I would if I could, trust me. I have to babysit my little cousin in Santa Rosa.” You feigned disappointment with a small frown. You could see Stu’s lips tug up in mild amusement out of the corner of your eye. “She’s nine, so if I don’t come back on Monday, know that she annoyed me to death.”

Randy scoffed and casually threw his arm around your neck. “Every day I’m thankful I don’t have any snot-nosed kids in my family. Losing my weekend to babysit? I’d rather rot.”

Despite your guilt, you managed a small smile as you looked across at him. “I think the kid would rather you rot, too. You’d be a terrible babysitter.”

“She’s right,” Tatum smirked, “you’d show the kid one of your weirdo movies where a girl with big tits is running helplessly away from her killer. It’d scar the kid for life.”

“Or,” Randy mused, “prepare them for the real world. Put some hair on their chest and all that shit.”

“Furthering my point, Meeks, you’d be a shit babysitter.” You laughed. “But, yeah, I’ll be suffering at the hands of a nine-year-old, so you guys have fun without me.”

“How about you, lover boy?” Tatum asked, looking across at Billy. “Will you be joining us this weekend?”

You should have averted your eyes. Should have done anything besides wait, with bated breath, to see what Billy would say. Slowly, those brown eyes tapered over towards you just briefly before looking at Tatum. With a casual shrug of his shoulders, Billy shook his head and leaned into Sid. “Can’t,” he merely said, “I’m going up north with my dad. He wants to get some of his affairs in order or something, I don’t know.” He ran a hand through his hair. “All I know is I was promised free beer if I helped him. So, I’m helping him.”

If Sid caught onto his lie, her face didn’t betray her once. And, as she looked up at her boyfriend with doting eyes, you couldn’t help but feel that pang of shame slice into your gut once again. She believed him. She always believed him. Believed you. Regardless of how good it felt to have Billy, that shame of knowing just who it was unwittingly hurting in the process never dissipated.

“You sure you guys won’t need help?” Sid asked, further digging that knife of shame into your chest. “Besides this movie, I’ve got nothing else going on this weekend.”

“Real nice,” Randy teased. “She’d rather watch Billy’s dad punch away at a fucking calculator then sit down with her nearest and dearest.”

Billy ignored Randy entirely as he glanced down at the brunette. “I’m sure,” he affirmed, giving her a quick squeeze. “Enjoy the movie night. I’ll be there for the next one.”

He lied so effortlessly, so casually, that it should have unnerved you. But it didn’t. Because for as good of a liar Billy Loomis was, you were right here with him. This dangerous little game the two of you were playing was becoming second nature to you and for as much as it pained you to see Sidney get lied to, you couldn’t help yourself.

You loved Billy. Billy loved you. Right person, wrong time. Only rather than wait like you knew you should have, Billy’s glow was much too enthralling to miss. You were both moths to each other’s’ flames and no amount of guilt or shame was strong enough to outweigh the otherworldly affliction the two of you had for one another.

The bell signifying your final class rung out, snapping you out of your brief reverie as you blinked and focused on pushing Randy off of you. “Want to drive me to the bus station?” You asked him. “I don’t want to drive all the way to Santa Rosa, so I bought a bus ticket.”

“Tonight?” Randy considered it briefly before shrugging. “Sure, I guess. I’ve got a shift tonight at seven, though. When’s your bus leave?”

“Six thirty,” you lied, mainly doing this so that should anyone drive by your house this weekend and see your car still neatly parked in your driveway, they wouldn’t bat an eye. “I owe you.”

“Yeah, you do,” Randy agreed. “And, lucky for you, I accept a lot of different payment options.” He wriggled his brows, earning a playful smack from you and an annoyed glare from Billy. Thankfully, Randy didn’t catch onto the latter. “Pick you up at six?”

You nodded. “Perfect.”

With your eyes flickering to Billy’s once more, you managed to shoot everyone a quick smile before disappearing down the hall towards Biology. Just how you’d managed to dance your way out of what could have been an incredibly awkward moment, you didn’t know. But as you felt that weighty stare of Billy’s on your back as you walked away, there was an air of excitement that swallowed you whole.

No matter how much guilt you felt, no matter how sick it made you to see Sidney get hurt, even if she didn’t quite know about just yet, there was a much larger part of you that couldn’t wait to get Billy alone.

Because for the first time in the seven months since you’d started this torrid little affair, you were finally getting Billy all to yourself. No prying eyes, no secret kisses, no having to hide every part of your relationship with the man. None of that.

This weekend, it was you and it was Billy.

And you couldn’t fucking wait.

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Randy, being the superstar he was, had dropped you off at the station a little after six-fifteen and by six-thirty-two, just around the time the actual bus was leaving for Santa Rosa, you were scrambling into Billy’s car with a wild grin on your face.

Just how the pair of you had managed to pull it off, especially given your brain lapse earlier in the day, was beyond you. But, as Billy tore off down the main street leading to the freeway, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of freedom engulf you the farther and farther you got from town.

It was exhilarating.

And, as you glanced at Billy, who couldn’t have looked more like a movie star with his dark locks blowing with the wind cascading in through his open window, you couldn’t help but reach across the divide to gently squeeze his jean-clad thigh.

“Thank you,” you found yourself muttering and as those brown eyes met yours, you couldn’t help but grin. “For your stupid key proposal. In hindsight, it was very sweet.”

The dimple in Billy’s cheek deepened as his own grin grew. “Glad you let me steal you away?”

You loosened your seatbelt momentarily and leaned across to give him a kiss on the cheek. “Very glad.” You made a move to pull away but stopped when he gently grabbed your chin with the hand not holding the wheel. “What—”

The kiss, while dangerously stupid, was short and sweet but the emotion behind it, the genuine happiness that exuded out of Billy in those few seconds was palpable. “I really do fucking love you, you know that?”

“You’ve mentioned it,” you hummed and slinked back into your seat. When his large hand found your thigh, he gave it a firm squeeze that sent shockwaves throughout your whole body.

“Not going to say it back?” He teased, giving you a sidelong glance as he drew nearer to the freeway.

“I’d rather show it.” Rather than put your seatbelt back on, you shimmed in your seat and leaned into him as your fingers scraped along his thighs towards the button of his jeans. “Eyes on the road, Loomis.”

Easier said than done, Billy thought, torn between watching the road and watching you unzip his jeans. Raising his ass out of the seat just long enough to allow you to tug his pants down his thighs, the second Billy saw yours eyes light up as his now somewhat erect cock sprung free of his jeans, keeping his eyes on the road seemed impossible. But, the second he saw that pretty mouth of yours perk up in anticipation, it was game over. “Are you trying to get us killed?”

A low chuckle escaped your lips as you began to pump his length with your hand. “Focus on the road, Billy.”

“You say that like it’s easy.” Not being able to keep his hands off of you, he reached for your nipple and gave it a pinch through your shirt. “Take your shirt off, baby.”

“Shut up and drive.” You chided him, shimming in your seat so that you were on your knees leaning over the console. His cock was rock hard now and, as you ran your tongue alongside his length, from the base of it all the way up to coax your tongue along the precum that had gathered along his head, you felt him shiver beneath you.

“Fuck,” he hissed, tangling his fingers through your hair. You were too fucking good with that mouth of yours.

Still pumping the base of his cock with one hand, you swirled your tongue along the tip of his dick again before taking that perfectly girthy cock in your mouth. His grip tightened on your hair and your eyes watered as he pushed your head down to fully take the length of him inside of your mouth. He heard you gag on him but even as his grip eased up, you continued your pursuit of deepthroating him.

His breathing was shallow as he felt your hot mouth all over him. Between the sounds of your wet mouth taking him in and the occasional gag as you choked on his length, Billy was in heaven.

But having you this close as you fucked him with your mouth whilst still fully clothed was killing him. He needed to feel you. He wanted to feel your juices on his fingers and running down those perfect fucking thighs as he fingerfucked you. He wanted to hear you moan, feel you moan on his cock as he made you feel as good as you were making him feel.

He wanted all of you, needed all of you.

Trying his damnedest not to shut his eyes as your mouth brought him closer to the edge, he reached beneath you to work on your own zipper but when that proved to be impossible, a frustrated growl tore out of his lips. “Undo your pants.” He hissed through bared teeth.

You hummed against his dick which nearly sent him into the other land of traffic. “No,” you purred, “I want to make you feel good.”

With one hand on the wheel and the other now gliding up and down your back as you fucked him with your mouth, Billy couldn’t help but buck into your mouth as you began to massage his balls. He was going to bust and soon if he wasn’t careful.

You were too fucking good and he was too fucking in love with you not to get lost in the way you made him feel.

“Touch yourself, at least,” he breathed out, desperate to see that pretty cunt. “Please, baby.”

Not granting him the satisfaction, you simply dug your nails into his thighs and moaned onto his cock and the sensation of it alone was almost enough to make him come down your throat. It seemed to slither around his cock, making him twitch and buck into your mouth.

But it was the second you moaned out his name as you swirled your wet mouth along the head of his dick one final time, swallowing back his precum with a contented hum, that Billy blew his loud inside of your mouth.

For a good five seconds, he didn’t care if he crashed the goddamn car as he watched you swallow his seed. He was bucking into your mouth, his breathing was ragged, as you guzzled him back and, as you finally released his cock with a pop, Billy almost lost it.

With a devilish grin, you simply wiped a finger along the edge of your lips and leaned back into your seat with a satisfied glimmer in your eyes. You knew you’d be in for it once he got his hands on you at the cabin, but for now, as you watched him lamely try and pull his jeans up his body to cover his slowly softening cock, you couldn’t help but laugh.

“What’s the matter, Billy?” You teased, fastening your seatbelt back up. “You look a little rattled.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he simpered, not bothering with the zipper or button of his jeans. Instead, he reached across the divide and grabbed for your hand as he ghosted his lips across your knuckles. “Just wait until we get to the cabin.”

With your suspicions confirmed, you couldn’t help but beam across at him as you drove further and further away from Woodsboro. That was definitely a threat and good god were you excited for its execution.

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By the time you’d pulled into the Loomis family cabin, it was pitch black outside.

The moon was too high in the sky and only a sliver of its light poked through the tall pine trees that surrounded the small house but, even with the low light surrounding you, the shadows that danced along the lake was enough to bring out a small smile as you quietly made your way out of the car. You didn’t need full sun to see the beauty surrounding you and the smell of the fresh air mixed with the spice of pine made any ounce of nerves filter out of you.

You were happy.

Unreservedly so.

Glancing across the roof towards Billy, he seemed almost distracted as he looked around at the familiar surroundings. You couldn’t quite tell if he was feeling as happy as you were in those brief moments, but you couldn’t quite blame him for that. The cabin held a lot of memories within it, many of which you knew included his mother. Where you felt freed and excited, you could tell the weight of his current whereabouts was heavy on his shoulders.

“Hey,” you muttered, slicing into the quietude around you. Walking around the front of the car, those brown eyes found yours as you circled your arms around his middle. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” he assured, but his voice was low and distant. All the same, however, his strong arms enveloped you as he kissed your hairline. “Lost in a memory, I guess.”

You nodded into the crook of his neck but said nothing. He needed time to decompress, to familiarize himself with a house he hadn’t been in since his mother left. So, you’d give him that time.

For what must have been minutes, the two of you simply stood at the helm of porch holding onto one another. It wasn’t until Billy placed another quick kiss to your forehead that you felt his arms slowly fall only to grasp your hand in his own. “Come on,” he hummed. His grip on your hand was firm as he walked up the steps leading to the wrap around porch and as he stuck the key inside of the lock and opened the front door, the smell of cedar surrounded you.

The cabin was gorgeous. Wooden slats covered every square inch of the small house and a small fireplace sat at the front of the house with a worn-in couch and chair facing it. It was obvious nobody had come to visit for quite some time judging by the dust lining most of the countertops and shelving units, but you didn’t care.

To you, it was perfect.

Your own little oasis with the boy you loved without any sort of outside interruption.

You released his hand to take a brief look around the small living space but you could feel his eyes on you with every step you took. You knew he was looking to get even with you after your little stunt in the car, but you also knew that he hadn’t quite been expecting the swell of emotions to hit him upon driving up to the cabin. So, you continued to wander around the cabin to both grant him the space he may or may not have needed and, simply, to snoop around.

There were family pictures lining the tables and one in particular made you smile as you caught sight of a young Billy swinging from a tire swing. With a quiet laugh, you picked the frame up and surveyed it with a fond smile on your lips. “Cute,” you remarked, looking across to catch his stare. “A little model, eh?”

Billy watched you carefully place the frame down on the table before continuing on with your self-guided tour. No matter how hard he tried, regardless of the bittersweet memories swirling around inside of his brain, he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. Not that he ever really could, but there was an ease rolling off of you tonight, coming off of you in waves, that drew him in.

“I’ve been thinking about this all week, you know that?” He remarked, leaning against the back of the couch as he watched you pick up another picture frame. “Just me and you. Out here alone in the woods for an entire weekend.”

“Sounds like a scary movie when you put it that way,” you goaded with a wink. “Or a really niche porno.”

“Why not a bit of both?” His molasses coloured eyes glimmered mischievously as you walked up to him and stepped between his legs. The second you were close, he pulled you flush against his chest and kissed the tip of your nose as he pushed your hair back and away from your face. “Both could be fun.”

You grinned. “I’m down for anything,” you shrugged. “So long as you promise to take me on an actual date tomorrow. We’re not just fucking like bunnies inside of the cabin all weekend.”

“Heaven forbid,” he leaned in and gave you a slow, torturous kiss.

“I’m serious, Billy,” you moaned.

Pulling away from your mouth, Billy nudged his nose against yours and nodded. “The entire population in Bumfuck, California will know you’re my girl by the end of the weekend,” he avowed, skimming his hands down to your ass to give it a firm squeeze. “I promise.”

“Oh, yeah?” You hummed, kissing him again.

His calloused hands slipped beneath your shirt and scraped up your side. “Yeah.” Digging his hips into yours, he gave you one last kiss before nodding towards the bedroom. “Take your clothes off.”

You giggled as he slapped your ass to steer you down the narrow hallway. “And if I don’t?”

“I’ll rip them off of you,” he simply said, “so either they remain in one piece or I ruin your outfit.”

You glanced down at your jeans and tank before frowning. You looked cute tonight and you’d be damned if the bastard ripped them. So, being the good girl you were, you held his stare and slowly slinked out of your clothes. His eyes seemed so much darker as he watched you strip and the small smirk he wore slowly fell into a hungry thin line as you then perched yourself on the edge of the bed, completely nude.

“You just going to stand there looking pretty or are you going to do something about this?” You slipped your fingers between your thighs and ran your fingers along your swollen clit. A low moan slipped out of your lips at the sensation. “I’m already so wet for you, Billy.”

Slowly, Billy stepped towards you and undid his belt. Leaning down, he kissed you, hard, and steered you backwards on the bed beneath you until your head reached the soft pillows. You could feel his cock straining against his jeans but rather than grant himself any sort of reprieve, you watched him gently grasp your hands and raise them above your head only to wrap his belt around your wrists.

In the blink of an eye, you were tied to the bedposts.

“Is this payback for the car blowie?” You laughed, looking up at your restrained wrists. “If it is, I can’t say I’m mad about it.”

“You wanted something between a horror movie and a niche porno, remember?” He hummed against your skin, placing sloppy kisses along the vein that ran along your neck as he pinched your nipple. “God, you’re fucking perfect. You know that?”

He bit down on your collarbone, kissing his way down your chest until his warm mouth wrapped around your nipple. You could feel his teeth slither along your breast as his tongue lapped expertly on the sensitive bud. You hissed, arching into his mouth as your wrists, on instinct, fought for freedom. “Hardly.”

His eyes met yours as he slowly released your nipple. You were in nothing, of course, but he was still fully clothed, and you hated him for it. You hungrily eyed the bulge in his jeans as he propped himself up on his arm, letting his other hand glide up your chest and neck until it cupped your cheek. His nose brushed against yours, nudging it up to allow his lips to hover just over yours. Close enough that you could almost taste them, but much too far away to satisfy the hunger you had for the man.

“I love you,” he whispered, thumb stroking the apple of your cheek as his warm, brown eyes swallowed you up. “You know that, right?”

“Yes,” you swallowed hard and tilted your head up just enough to finally catch his lips. But, just as quickly as it happened, the man pulled away and let his hand begin to roam down your body. His mouth was at your ear now, nibbling at your earlobe as his hot breath slithered against your neck. You shivered. “I love you, too.”

His voice was gruff in your ear. “I’d kill for you,” his hand continued its journey down your throat, brushing past your nipple, down the length of your stomach until reaching the small smattering of hair along your mound. He was careful to keep his hands from dipping any lower, tormenting you as best to his ability, which just about killed you, if you were being honest. “You know that?”

Bucking your hips up, you nearly growled at the lack of attention you were receiving. You were soaked and touch-starved for him. His fingers, his mouth, the erection currently poking into your thigh, anything. “I wouldn’t ask you to do that,” you managed a quiet laugh. “But I appreciate it.”

His teeth bit down on your neck again. “But, I would. I’d do anything for you, sweetheart.”

His hand slipped further down to your sopping cunt and as he slowly slipped his fingers through your wet folds, the moan he got in return nearly killed him. “Billy,” you whispered desperately. It felt as though you were going to die if you didn’t feel him inside of you. “Please.”

His lips hovered over yours and on instinct, you caught his bottom lip between your teeth and bucked your hips against his hand. He snarled as you bit down on his lip but as the metallic taste of blood met his tongue, it was as though Billy was transcending. His pace on your clit quickened but it was still too slow for you and he knew it. He was torturing you, killing you, and he was enjoying every second of it. Struggling against the belt, your struggle was all for naught as it didn’t so much as move an inch.

“You’d love me, no matter what, right?” He asked, slipping one of his fingers inside of you as he kissed his way down to your chest. Lapping at your nipple, Billy was gentle at first before biting down hard enough to draw blood. Tit for Tat.

“Yes,” you moaned. Your entire body was on fire as his fingers brought you closer to the edge. “But I’d love you even more if you fucked me. You’re killing me, Loomis.”

Licking up the small trail of blood off of your tits, Billy hummed against your nipple and added another finger inside of your pussy. He’d fuck you soon but right now, he needed to feel your entire body light up the way it always had when he drove you into that fit of madness. You were a woman unhinged in the bedroom, he knew as much, and he knew exactly how to get that animal inside of you out.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he admired, reaching his hand up to coat your tit in your own slick. When it was sufficiently wet, he licked your juices off of your breast and growled. God, you tasted so fucking good. “You’re my girl, Y/N, you’re always going to be my girl, right?”

You looked up at him as those words fell from his lips. His brown hair hung down his forehead, his neck red from the strain of having to watch you writhe beneath him without doing a damned thing about it. But what struck you was the look of vulnerability in those brown eyes. That longing, far-away look as his eyes searched yours.

He wanted nothing more than to hear you say that you wanted him. Needed him. Just as much as he needed you.

“Always,” the answer tumbled out of your lips before you so much as thought twice. “I’m your girl, Billy.”

His mouth caught yours in a bruising kiss. Finally, his pace quickened inside of you as met your throbbing core with his dept fingers. With his thumb circling your clit, he dipped two fingers inside of you and grinned against your mouth as you let out a low, desperate moan.

It happened so fast after that. One moment, you were the one tied up on the bed and the next, he’d released you, stripped himself naked, and managed to flip you over so that you were the one on top of him, straddling his waist. Pulling away from you mouth, Billy’s eyes darkened as he saw that familiar glimmer in your eyes. That animalistic side of you was out in full force now.

“Get up here.” He demanded.

You smirked and leaned across him so that your lips hovered over his. “Why would I want to do that?”

He leaned up, the veins in his neck swelled against his neck as he caught your bottom lip between his teeth. “Get. Up. Here.”

Releasing your lip, Billy watched you smirk and crawl up the remainder of his body until your pussy was less than an inch away from his mouth. Grabbing onto the metal of the headboard you’d just been tied up to, you gasped as Billy’s tongue slid into your folds. Finding your clit instantly, you moaned and allowed your eyes to fall shut as you reached down to play with your hardened nipples.

Fuck, what Billy could do with his mouth should have been illegal.

He sucked and lapped at your clit as you rocked back and forth against his mouth. His fingers dug into your hips, so much so that you knew there would be bruises in the morning but, blinded by the pleasure between your thighs, you couldn’t care less.

The moans that were coming out of you were raw and guttural and, as you played with your own tits, envisioning his hands being the ones to squeeze and nip on the swollen buds of your nipples, you saw stars.

“Fuck,” you moaned out, “Billy, baby, fuck.”

He pulled your hips further down so that you were sitting on his face. Not just hovering but sitting on that perfect mouth of his as he held you in place. You knew it must have been hard for him to breathe but he was adamant and as his tongue continued its assault on your throbbing cunt, you came devastatingly hard and incredibly loud.

Stars danced behind your eyes as you continued to ride out your orgasm. When you couldn’t take another second of Billy’s skilled tongue, you climbed off of him only to feel his large hands take hold of your hips again.

Swinging you around so that you were on your back and he was the one hovering over you, Billy wasted no time in slipping his rock-hard erection into your soaking pussy.

He was thrusting hard and the sounds of your juices squelching with every thrust of his cock would have been off-putting if it hadn’t been for the raw, primal need coursing off of the pair of you in waves. He was kissing your lips and biting them and suckling your neck as he continued to rail into you with all of passion in the world. You weren’t sure you’d ever seen him this riled up and you had to admit it was inherently sexy seeing him so affected by you.

Not surprising in the least, it didn’t take him long to come. You’d riled him up to the point of no return in the car and, as you felt him come inside of you, you all but laughed when he dramatically crashed on the bed beside you.

Sweat glistened over every inch of body and the sheen of your juices was still on his lips as he kissed you. This kiss was slow, methodical. Sweet. And you felt yourself fall even harder for the man as he broke the kiss and gently brushed your hair away from your now damp forehead.

Wrapping one arm around your chest, Billy held you against him as he propped himself against the headboard. You were both naked and sweating and while a shower was something you both definitely needed, neither of you found yourselves all too willing to move out of the other’s embrace.

“Is it hard being back here?” You asked, listening to his heart beating in his chest.

“For a second, maybe,” he admitted, soothing your hair down. “Not now.”

“What’s changed?” You asked with a small smile. “The sex was that good, huh?”

A quiet chuckle shook his chest as he kissed the top of your head. “I think horror meets niche porn is my new favourite genre.”

Kissing his naked chest, you grinned into his body. “Same.”

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Wait For Me

Relationship: King!Tooru Oikawa x f!Reader

Synopsis: In which you reconnect with someone from your past.

Warnings: fluff, lil angsty, mentions of blood (not a lot),

A/n: I don’t think I’m good at angst I cringe every time I write it lol, oh well

Being summoned to the grand castle of the Aoba Johsai kingdom could bestow honour or disgrace upon a person, only the best of the best and the worst of the worst could be found visiting the landmark of the land – the only exceptions being neighbouring guests and King Oikawa Tooru’s lover, someone you had once been long ago.

The crisp invitation shook in your hands as you unlatched the royal wax seal carefully, it had been years since you last received one – reminding you of your past almost as if it were another lifetime. Unfolding the paper you were greeted with an elegant scrawl beckoning you to visit the palace tomorrow when the sun had risen to its highest peak.

The carriage rocked gently as the buildings passed by in a flurry, the rickety turn of the wooden wheels and the occasional neighing of the horse kept you grounded as the nervous thoughts began to collate and merge forming one big ball of anxiety.

Finally, you were in front of the magnificent castle you once thought of as a second home, impatient to find out who had sent you the letter with such an urgency and essentially forcing you to come back to a place you wanted to forget.

“Y/n I presume?”

You were met with a brisk man striding over, a gloved hand outstretched. His strict black and white uniform suggested he was a servant of the castle.

Nodding in response you shook his hand firmly in an attempt to mask your nervousness, “May I ask for the reason behind my summoning?”

“Follow me.”

Beyond the large doors that alone cost more than your shabby little house, you were led to a large empty room, the collecting dust made your nose itch and the cobwebs sent shivers crawling down your skin.

“See this room? It used to be one of a kind, beautiful to look at, the perfect place to host parties.”

You remembered the place, it was the same one you used to play in as a child while the parents all caught up on each other’s lives. Upon examination of the old room you turned to the man, “What happened?”

“The Queen died.”

The answer brought a fresh wave of emotion with it, the incident of the queen was heart-breaking, her death was a national tragedy and although the pain had felt like the death of a parent, it hit Oikawa the worst. Since the day the queen had met you, she enveloped you in her warmth and shaded you from the absolute horrors of the world. With her and him by your side, you felt like the winner of life, like the luckiest girl. But when disaster struck, Oikawa pushed his grief aside and shoved you out, claiming you’d never understand, that you were just –

“The annual party is in a few weeks and we need someone to once again bring it to life.”

Sighing at the influx of unpleasant memories flooding in, you asked, “Why me?”

“Because you have been requested by name.”

…

Being in the castle again was hard, especially with the huge responsibility of designing the grand hall and the constant fear of seeing Oikawa again after the harsh break you two had. As you walked through the familiar halls you wallowed in the painfully happy memories they dredged up.

Hiroto, a new friend of your since your stay in the castle, was appointed second in command under your rule. Throughout the process he had been a great help to you, using his intuition to fix things if they went wrong and lending an ear when you felt overwhelmed.

It had been a few hard weeks of work, drawing up plans, not liking them and starting again – a vicious cycle that replayed over and over until you finally landed with something that could work. The sheer work of it would be hard to pull off, but if done properly, would leave the folk of Aoba Johsai talking about it for months.

Throughout your time, you had managed to – luckily – avoid Oikawa, that was until you were browsing the artists hall just outside your temporary living quarters. You relished in the memories of racing him down here, even at a young age you could appreciate the beauty of the paintings that hung high and proud, and now that you were older with more refined tastes, you could appreciate their magnificence even more, finding yourself getting lost in each stroke of the brush.

“Y/n?”

At the sound of a voice you never thought you’d hear again, your head whipped around, eyes connecting with his warm ones. His hair looked the same, it was slightly longer now as he styled it so that a few strands lay handsomely over his face. Although you hadn’t seen him since you were teenagers, he had grown into a handsome young man – it was in this moment you understood why all of the maidens in the kingdom fawned over him like they would a cute pet.

“King Tooru,” you mustered a smile, giving a slight curtsey. Flashbacks to the words he spoke long ago when you were both so young and in love still haunted you to this day.

I hate you, get out. Don’t ever come back.

I never want to see you again.

I don’t love you anymore.

The way he tore your heart out and trampled on it like a human on an ant, made you afraid to love again, his poisonous words were enough to cause you immense pain. You wanted to run away, to hide and never face him again.

His shoulders drooped slightly at the mention of his title, the way you addressed him like an acquaintance rather than a friend or someone you thought of fondly.

“I can’t believe it’s you! What are you doing here?”

Slowly but surely you took a healthy step back, maintaining some distance to help you think straight. He was edging into dangerous territory. The traces of hope scattered across his face were wiped away and you didn’t miss the streak of pain that flashed through his perfect features, it was almost a sin for someone so beautiful to look so hurt.

“I’m here for business,” you replied curtly, before thinking back to earlier, “You didn’t invite me then?”

“No I, well I would’ve but,-”

You cut off his nervous rambling, “It’s okay, you don’t have to explain yourself to me.”

Out of the corner of your eye you saw Hiroto hovering at the end of the hall hidden by a pillar. A smile of relief warped your face as you silently thanked the heavens. Oikawa took note of your sudden change in disposition as he followed your gaze to Hiroto.

“Y/n, I want to talk to you about what happ-”

You broke him off in an instant, not ready to flesh out the past and with an audience no less, raising a hand to silence him in a gesture of goodwill you said, “It’s okay, we don’t need to bring up the past. I’m sure we can be professional while I finish my stay here.”

And before he could say anything else you excused yourself, “I’ll take my leave.”

Oikawa watched your half-assed curtsey before you fled to the man waiting on you, the man you held a smile for – and again he felt dread and regret eat at his heart. His fists clenched together tightly as he wondered if it were too late for him.

…

“No, over there please,” you redirected the guy handling the placing of the large curtains, “I want them at the end of the hall, and make sure to pin them open, the crest will hang in the middle.”

“Busy?”

Startled at Oikawa’s quiet entrance, you took a deep breath to sooth the jumping of your heart, “Yes I’m afraid, do you need to talk to me about something?”

“No. Work away, I’m just here to reminisce. This room hasn’t been used since…” he trailed off but you could fill the gaps with ease. His eyes flickered over each part of the room as if he were savouring a good taste, before they landed on you.

“Yeah,” you supplied, “I remember the last ball she threw, it was beautiful.”

The crest of Aoba Johsai was carried in, designed to be placed in the middle of the back wall, for all to see and remember their roots, their kingdom, their pride. You looked at each other with a small smile. In your younger days this piece would be left until the end and you would both hold onto one end and mount it.

“Remember when she’d lecture us about this crest?” You inquired fondly, stroking the bits of ribbon that miraculously remained in mint condition.

“Yeah, she said it was just a piece of ribbon, that what it symbolised was what counts,” he laughed, “I didn’t understand then, but I think I do now.”

A sudden movement caught your eye, “Hiroto!” you shouted as you scurried over to him, leaving Oikawa in the dust, “I don’t want the-”

Your sudden shout appeared to have startled him as he knocked the large glass ornament off its pedestal, within seconds it headed straight for you, crashing against the marble floor with a dramatic smash. Shards of crystalline glass bounced, cutting your legs in a pattern of red streaks – like one of the paintings you saw last week, you drily mused.

With a pained noise, you dropped the clipboard and as it clattered to the floor, Hiroto and Oikawa rushed over to you.

“I’m so sorry! I Didn’t even see you there I –” Hiroto rambled trying to push away all the glass with his shoes before letting you sag on him, “C’mon let’s go to the infirmary.”

“I’m okay, it’s just a few scratches,” you said, trying to appease him.

“I’ll take her.”

The commanding voice of Oikawa caused you both to freeze as he pulled you away from Hiroto. However Hiroto wasn’t going to give up without a fight, “But I hurt her, I’ll take her,” he reiterated, reaching for you again.

In a swift movement Oikawa pulled you into his arms, cradling you into his chest like a baby. Your bleeding legs hung over his arms as he said coldly, “Haven’t you done enough?”

Hiroto shrank back as you smacked Oikawa’s chest, trying to wriggle out of his hold, title be damned. All he did was tighten his grip. As he strode out, you threw your friend an apologetic glance as you flew to the infirmary.

“I can walk you know.”

“I know,” he said but he didn’t let you go.

Scrambling around the cupboards pulling out bits and pieces, he set them on a tray before he sat you down on a bed. Organising the tweezers, gauze and cleaning kit he kneeled before you, pulling your legs onto his lap. As he looked up at you from his position – asking for permission, you gave him a shaky nod as he began to tweeze out the speckles of glass. With the utmost care like an owner to a stray cat, he cleaned the cuts carefully trying to make it as painless as possible and finally, he wrapped the almost translucent material around the skin.

Once he was done, he helped you back to your quarters, even going as far to set you on the bed and make sure you were cosy, with strict instructions to rest and not do anything strenuous for the rest of the day, he sat beside you pulling out a book that was all too recognisable.

“No way you still have that!” You laughed as you remembered his threats to burn the damn thing, he always made fun of you for reading the sappy romance novel but now he willingly turned over the front cover for the mere reason that it was your favourite. His animated voice brought it to life and sent you into a fantasy filled dream. Just as the fifth chapter ended, you could feel the soft brush of his lips against your head and then the rush of cold that followed after, as he left you alone like he did many years ago.

…

The day of the event drew closer as your mind was fully preoccupied with finishing off the last touches to the hall. An early knock on your door captured your undivided attention as you called out a bit confusedly, “Enter.”

A lady maid entered timidly. She was jumpy like a cockroach, her eyes cast onto the floor refusing to look at you, it was probably her first day, or maybe she was here from another kingdom.

“Lady Y/n you are being summoned to the food hall.”

“By whom?”

“My lady does not want you to know her identity yet.”

Stunned out of your mind you quickly excused yourself to dress appropriately for the stranger that awaited you. Reaching the food hall, you glanced around curiously for anything out of the ordinary when your gaze landed on a person you had not seen in ages. With her long strands of brown hair and familiar warm eyes, you stared at the older Oikawa as she sat at the dining table, buttering her scone. She paused, with the scone in mid-air.

“Y/n-san!” She exclaimed as the scone fell back to the plate. She stood abruptly pushing the chair back as she ran over to you, pulling you into a long awaited hug. You eagerly reciprocated, clinging on to her warmth. She smelled like your childhood, freshly cut grass and red tulips. Her smile was as fresh as the breeze, her eyes as kind as the spring and her beauty as delicate and universally loved as a flower.

“I didn’t know you’d be here,” you said when you pulled back, taking a seat at the table next to her.

“I always come for the ball,” she informed you, “I come every year and I’m sad to see your absence every time. They aren’t the same without you.”

“Tooru doesn’t want me here, so I don’t come,” you said quietly as she gave you a look. Changing the subject quickly in an attempt to avoid the aching issue, it suddenly clicked, “Did you summon me here to decorate the hall?”

She gave her signature knowing smile, “I had to bring you back somehow.”

“Why for this though? I’m sure there are other ways you could have brought me back to the castle.”

It was as if she could hear through your question and expose your underlying doubt of being able to pull it off, to do a good enough job. Her sisterly intuition kicked in as she subtly consoled you.

“Every year Tooru hires the best decorators in the land but they always seem to be lacking something. When I heard about your business I knew you were the perfect person for the job! Especially since you know us so well – I know you’ll do a great job,” she took a deep breath before saying in a much quieter voice, “Also because this may very well be my last ball here in a while.”

“And why is that?” You asked curiously, subconsciously leaning closer.

“I’m pregnant!”

“What great news!” you rejoiced aloud, sharing her sentiment as you shared another hug.

She giggled at your enthusiasm, “Don’t tell, nobody else knows yet.”

Your heart swelled at the trust bestowed on you to keep the secret. You mimicked the action of sealing your lips with a zip. She waved you away as she delved into the topic you were desperately trying to avoid.

“Onto more interesting news, have you talked to Tooru recently?”

“A few times,” you admitted freely, “It’s just awkward I guess. I’ve not seen him in so long and he’s so…different.”

“How so?” Her head tilted as she regarded you.

“I can’t pin point it, but I guess it can be attributed to him being older,” you pondered, “He gets really cold at the mention of my friend though, it’s strange.”

She smirked into her tea, “Strange indeed.”

You spent the rest of the morning catching up with the older Oikawa, she told you about her fairy-tale romance of being whisked away by the King of the North, and you in turn relayed the struggles and hardships you’ve had to endure owning a business. Just like the old times you talked the hours away surprised to see the day had escaped from you both.

…

After finding the reason and person behind the summoning, you’ve been restored with a new vigour to get the hall looking as perfect as could be. After the final changes had been made and finalised you sent a personal request for Tooru to meet you in the hall. On your way there, you ran into Hiroto.

“Y/n!” He called out, “I can’t believe it’s finally done.”

“It wasn’t easy but we managed well! Without your hard work, this room wouldn’t be half of what it is today,” you complimented sincerely.

“It was all you really,” he smiled back, rubbing his neck awkwardly, “Actually I’ve been meaning to ask you something.”

“Yes?”

“Are you going tonight?”

It took a few moments to realise what he had said as you watched from afar as the great king slipped into the grand hall. Pinching yourself back into the present you faced Hiroto before smiling apologetically, “Sorry, I don’t think I’ll be going, it’s not really my scene.”

His face dropped as his shoulders slumped slightly, “Right.”

Without wasting another second, you bid him farewell, eager to escape his lingering stare, “Have a good night, I’ll see you around.”

Rushing after the tall brunette, you stood at the door as you watched him admire the room. His sister’s assurance combined with his reaction made your chest swell with pride, your heart filled with a sense of accomplishment. With a silent cough you grabbed his attention with a sly smile.

“Wow I – you’ve done such an amazing job,” he praised, making you feel warm and fuzzy as you gazed at the pretty chandeliers, you could feel his sharp stare scrutinising you.

“There’s one thing left to do,” you reminded him, pulling out the crest of Seijoh, you held it out for him to grab the other side, he happily obliged as you both mounted it on the wall, standing back to admire the room in its completed glory.

“I hope to see you tonight,” he said wistfully, hands buried into his pockets as he eyed your reaction.

“I don’t think I’ll be going.”

“why not?”

“I haven’t forgotten what you said to me,” you admitted, staring at him blankly.

“And what if I want you to come?”

“You change like the hour, one moment you’ll want me, the next you’ll want rid of me. It’s not fair on myself.”

“Then don’t come for me, instead come to see the people marvel at your hard work.”

“I don’t have anything to wear,” you relented, heel digging into the floor, this isn’t how you wanted the conversation to go but if there was one thing you were weak to, it was Oikawa’s charm and ability to sway. Like a baby duck he could capture anyone’s attention and bend them to his will.

“Leave it to me.”

…

By the time you arrived the party was in full swing, crowds of people gathered to form social circles, all the young ladies were dancing and the old folk were sitting on the chairs away from the loud orchestra. As you wafted around the room, unsure of what to do, through the haze of people you caught Oikawa’s eye, he raised his glass towards you with a cheeky smirk as you gave him a soft smile before disappearing.

After indulging in a few dances and conversations with new acquaintances, you were tired, tired of the atmosphere, of the loud music, of the bustling people and their loud voices, most of all you were tired of the fact Oikawa hadn’t said anything to you all evening. You noticed how he lingered in conversation but not once did he partake in a dance.

Escaping to the garden, the fresh air did you some good as it cleared your overloaded brain. Sitting on the swinging chair hidden at the side of the hedge, a place anyone would be unlikely to find unless they knew the place, you looked up at the pretty stars as they winked at you from the sky.

“You look beautiful.”

You looked over to the dashing king, his hair was slicked back neatly making him all the more handsome, his suit complimenting his physique as he leaned against the bars of the swing. You played with the material of the beautiful floor length dress he brought you, glad that the night was able to hide your flustered expression.

“Having a nice night?”

“Yes, but I think I’m ready to go home,” you replied truthfully, wringing your fingers together in apprehension.

Panic struck his features as he straightened slightly, opening his mouth but you beat him to the punch, “Do you not like dancing anymore?”

Back in time, it was hard to peel him away from the floor. He was always polite and precise with every movement, he could easily pour his feelings into it which made it all the more intimate, dancing used to be his favourite past time. You remembered the times he’d pull you into the hall and dance with no music, while he lead you around to his heart’s content.

He relaxed again as he sighed into the night air, “I haven’t danced since the day you left.”

“Not even in secret?”

“Not even in secret,” he confirmed solemnly, as tears sprung to your eyes at his admission.

There was a short silence before he filled it again, “Every year I wait in that hall for you to show up and you never do. But, it’s not as if I can blame you.”

“Why are you telling me this?”

“Because I’m an idiot, an idiot who let my grief consume me whole, who lashed out at the person who meant the most to me. That year I didn’t just lose my mother, I lost you too,” his eyes glistened in the light as he finally said the words you had been dreaming of hearing since the day he pushed you away, “I’m sorry.”

The tears finally dropped, liquid proof of the hurt he had caused you, “Why did you wait so long?”

“I felt embarrassed, I didn’t deserve you – especially after what I had said. Yet I still had the audacity to think about you every day.”

“And now, why the sudden change in heart? Why now after all this pain and heart ache?”

“My sister talked to me, told me I was being a coward. She was right,” he stepped closer to you, reaching out a hand to brush your tears away, “Not a day goes by that I don’t regret what I said, and I’m willing to spend the rest of my life making it up to you.”

You stood up, taking a step back from him and his intoxicating charm, “I need some time.”

“Then I’ll wait for you.”

You gave him a tight smile, leaving him to gather your thoughts. As you whispered into the wind, you knew he caught your words, “Wait for me Tooru.”

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jennsmischievousmind · 3 years

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Ice ice baby

Pairing: Chris Evans x fem!reader

Summary: A simple brunch with one of your best friend what could go wrong.

Warnings: pining, fluff, friends to lovers, Smut (wrap it), soft sex(?)

n/b: Inspired last year(?) when Chris posted a story of him in bed watching a Christmas movie with Dodger, the view from his bedroom is just beautiful! yea I took a long time to write this. I'm not a native english speaker so be indulgent please.

"Deep breath you can do it, it's a simple brunch just like usual" you pepped talk yourself tapping on your wheel.

You called out the A.I to send a message to your host.

"Hey Evans, oh my gosh it's a nightmare to come up here! I hope this brunch is worth it!" Chris replayed your vocal over again, unable to erase the silly smile off his face at your annoyed but soft voice.

He couldn't help it, you were everything he loved in a woman but here you were one of his best friends, it was hard to find genuine friends in his area of work. He wasn't about to try anything that could end this friendship or so he tried to convince himself so.

Finally, you parked into Chris's driveway. Sighed and relaxed, driving in the snow had you tense. Bracing yourself you opened your door and step down the car. Feet dipping into fresh snow, crispy air aggressing your face, yet it was oddly satisfying after the dry air from the heater.

A few feet away the door opened to Chris in a royal blue sweater. A smile grew on your face instantly, you were so impatient to enjoy some time with him. Taking a few steps forward your eagerness betrayed you.

"Holy sh_!" You slipped on a puddle of melted snow, the latter quickly sipping through your clothes.

You heard a gasp and a high pitch laugh, then bright orange fur fuss over you, your face getting wet by Dodger's kisses.

Chris's voice seemed all over you "Here, here, bubba come on!"

"Yea I'm happy to see you too buddy but I'm freezing my ass here" you gently pushed Dodger away.

Chris reached out and swiftly got you back on your feet in one strong pull ending plastered against his chest, his warmth contrasting with your freezing self. Dodger barked excitedly nudging at your legs, you shivered violently.

"Let's get you in,"

You stomped your feet getting rid of the muddy snow before coming in and getting rid of your boots, bending down to unlace them Chris gulped seeing your wet denim clinging to your forms he quickly looked away finding his behavior and thoughts inappropriate.

You blew a hair string away and pushed them back as you turned to him.

"You'll catch a cold, I'll get you some dry clothes"

You nodded but shivered again.

"Actually, do you mind if I take a quick hot shower, I can't feel my butt cheeks" you chuckled at his now blushing face.

"Yeah yeah sure" he lead you to the main bedroom, his bedroom, and the bathroom attached to it.

On the way you clumsily removed your damp socks and wet denim, your numb butt stinging at the room's warmth. Leaving you in underwear and a sweater.

Chris opened the cabinet full of towels, telling you there was everything you needed in the shower, you look around while waiting until it became silent returning your attention to him.

It's not like Chris had never seen you in a swimsuit so his look surprised you but as his eyes quickly roamed your bare legs, you felt warm and fuzzy inside. Reaching for the towel he was holding you thanked him pulling him out of his reverie.

"I'll put..I'll put clothes on the bed. Leave your wet ones by the door I'll put them in the dryer"

"Thanks,"

He passes by you awkwardly, clenching his hands, you watched him go not missing a glance at his cute butt. Denim, socks by the door you pondered about putting your soaked underwear with it but decide against it, shoving it into your damp sweater.

"Stop acting like a teenager!" Chris argued with himself. He heard the shower turning on and an image of you naked in his shower popped into his mind. "Pancakes, let's do pancakes," he busied himself in the kitchen trying not to think of you naked at the end of the corridor.

Brushing your body to revive your blood flow you enjoyed the warm gentle stream on your back. You thought about Chris in this very same shower. Surrounded by his products you felt bothered remembering his look from earlier, blood rushing back into you faster than expected.

Getting out of the shower you dry yourself and wrapped in a dry towel, finally stepping out in the bedroom. The neat Queen size bed facing you, your eyes lingered on it, it looks really comfortable you thought. The fireplace under the TV was nipping at your bare legs, drying the few water drops here and there.

A tee-shirt and some blue sweatpants were on the bed, you smiled passing your head in the shirt smelling Chris' lye, it misses his own scent but it was already very soothing. Trying on the sweatpants you failed at tying it around your waist it was way too big for you.

You heard a bark from behind the door then a voice from a bit further coming up closer.

"Dodg', you'll have to wait!"

"You can come in you two" you talked to the closed-door chuckling on your own at Dodger's whines.

As soon as the door opened Dodger came racing in, excitedly turning around your feet he made you wobble so you sat on the bed where he jumped on and started sniffing and licking your face. You couldn't help but leaned down to escape him and giggled.

Chris on the other hand was losing it! You on HIS bed barely dressed playing with Dodger, a vision of pure happiness.

He tried really hard to not let his body react to the sight of you in his t-shirt, and only in his t-shirt if only he knew.

"Your sweatpants are obviously too big for me. I'm not chilly don't worry," You pointed to your bare legs seeing his anxious face, if only you knew it wasn't because he was afraid you'd be cold.

"Yea sorry I don't have anything else, uhm" he coughed "brunch?"

"Don't worry and I bet this one," you ruffled Dodger's ears, "his gonna keep my legs warm by staying by my side. Brunch bubba!?" You asked the excited ball of fur, missing Chris's face as you used Dodger's nickname, Dodg' barked gently and jumped off to run to the kitchen.

You slide off the bed holding the t-shirt around your butt since you were going commando, standing in front of Chris practically nude, the air was thick but none of you would admit it.

Following Chris, you stopped at his bedroom's windows.

"Gosh, this is so pretty! I could spend hours looking at this view."

Chris looked at you bracing himself in the doorway, your face illuminated by the immaculate snow outside. When your gaze locked with his, he knew he couldn't hide it anymore.

"Y/N,_" he stepped back in the room, stopping right next to you. The expectation was written on your face, you had enough.

"If you don't kiss me right now_!"

Chris smiled at your saying, his hand reaching for your cheek he leaned in, placing his lips on yours delicately, your words dissolving in a moan. The caress of his hands against your face descending to your neck, his thumbs holding up your jaw.

He inhaled at the feeling of finally be able to kiss you. Taking a breath, you bite your lower lip looking into his eyes, you pushed him slowly against the windows, lips still enclosed on his, his gentle hands caging your face while yours tried to hang on him as if it was a dream. Wrapping a strong arm around you he gently reversed the situation, have you pinned against the wall, a whimper flying through your swollen lips, by the pressure on your thigh you could tell he enjoyed hearing you, he bit on your jawline, then your neck leaving a trail of kisses, his beard tickling your skin you inhaled loudly when his lips brushed just beside your ear.

Your hands clenched on his hair, his arm circled your waist you ended up on your toe to keep kissing him while he walked you to bed, leaning on it gently, hands caressing each other’s visible skin until your hands slip into his top, his bareback under your eager hands.

The never-ending kisses and nipping at each other’s neck. He quickly detached himself from you removing his sweater, making your mouth watered at the sight, he leaned back down holding you close. One of his legs slipping between yours, his hand reached for your thigh softly caressing and needing further and further up, his breathing accelerating the higher he went. When he reached your hip he stopped and looked at you, not feeling underwear made his blood rush in a sensitive part of him, earning a slight shrug he smiled kissing your cheek.

His hand resuming its way, ascending to your waist, a soft tickle reached your brain and you squirm in his hold, he tightened his hold on your waist, you inhaled as he pressed his body against yours his weight grounding, your hands messing his hair, a whimper passing your sore lips. His mouth left yours, traveling down your neck to your collarbone emerging from the oversize shirt, he took a mouthful of your breast through the material, sucking on your hardened nipple, your chest rising at the sensation, he let a wet mark on your cover breast.

Moving out of between your legs he pressed himself on your side opening your legs. As he kissed you his hand brushed your boobs over the shirt, your hold on his bicep tightening, following his course to your inner thighs, hovering over your pussy he finally let his fingers brushed through your folds, you whimper into his mouth, deft fingers circling and putting pressure on your lower lips, your hips lifted as he built you up, you tug on his hair.

Slowly he stilled his movement, he moved back between your legs and sat up, bringing your body to his; lifting you with ease. Searching for friction your hips started moving, feeling his hard-on at each brush, his soft hands kneading your butt cheeks. Swiftly he lifted your shirt, needed to feel his skin against yours in a swift movement you threw the shirt away, he smiled at your eagerness bringing you in a searing kiss pressing your chest against his. His wet lips soon wrapping around your breast, you inhaled breathing heavily as he sucked on your mound. Trailing down you felt the outline of his hard cock on your fingertips, stroking him through his pants, he let your nipple go lashing onto your mouth and grabbing your boob with his large hand deliciously squeezing it. His biceps tensing on your back, you enjoyed his reaction at your touch, he laid you back on the bed, kissing his way down.

Nails living traces along his shoulders your chest heave the closer he got to your buzzing center, his beard tickled the inner of your thighs, his mouth leaving a trail of sloppy kisses until his warm mouth enclosed your heat your head tilt back. His tongue sliding between your folds, you let out a strangled moan, your fist tangled in your own hair at the feeling of his warm mouth on you, sucking and lapping your folds you couldn’t help the moans leaving your throat, you grabbed your breasts, brows knitting, he anchored his hands around your thighs feeling your pleasure heated up, you started to squirm, grasping his hair, one of his hand caught yours interlacing his fingers with yours, your belly tightening, you felt your high washed over you, moaning his name breathless, his hands squeezing your breasts while he draw out your pleasure.

Kissing his way up, your hands followed his shoulders as he perched himself over you, admiring your bliss features.

Caressing his face you bring him into a kiss, your hand slowly sliding down his torso, his swollen cock at the edge of your fingertips, he inhaled at the anticipation, trembling lips against your temple as you took him in hand enjoying the weight and the girth of him, he let out a groan against your neck as you lightly pressed him, drinking his moans as you stroke him.

“Do you want to,"

“hmm..hmm..yes” you kissed him welcoming him back into your embrace, he let his hand caressed your side, your legs inviting. Eyes never leaving each other’s he slowly buried himself inside you.

His forehead on yours he let out a sigh seeing his member stretching you, your nails digging into his biceps at the feeling. Bringing him closer for a searing kiss, he slided out and slowly thrust in, a strangled moan muffled in the kiss. His lips traveled down your jaw, nipping and kissing at your neck as his thrusts find their rhythm, moans falling from your delicate lips. One of your leg edge higher up his side, he caught it gently, holding it above his shoulder, you smiled arching into him, he leaned into you meeting you halfway, a few thrusts sending you both into a frenzy. Concentrating, you squeeze your pussy around his member as he slide out. He let out a loud moan, his eyes focused on you, impressed by the pleasure it gave him, he smashed your lips with his, earning a giggle from you. Grabbing your breast he focused on your face as he thrust into you, your breathing quickening, your hand caressing his face blindly, the pleasure of his cock deep inside you overwhelming. He caught up on your whimpers, feeling your inside tightening, he leaned back, the palm of his hand pressing on your lower abdomen, gasping a loud moan, your body shaking gently following the second climax Chris had give you.

His lips grazed your jaw, cheeks, eyelids to finally reach your agape mouth as his shaft slide out of you. He pressed himself on your side, holding you close.

"you good?" he murmured between kisses

"never better Evans!" you both laughed breathlessly "but," you pecked his lips, "more?" he read your mind feeling your hands roaming his body, you bite his lower lip, he bite your earlobe in response.

Spooning your hot body, a sheen of sweat on you both a mix of your body heat and the roaring fire in the fireplace in the room, his hand cupped your womanhood, his member lodge between your tight thighs, brushing back and forth slowly he slipt into you with ease, your butt nuzzled into his hips, you moan at the way it filled you from this angle. Arching your back, your hand reached for his muscular butt. His moans matched yours at each thrust, his large hand cupping your breasts the other on your hips keeping you clad to him.

"babe...do th-the.." he stuttered having a hard time keeping a steady rhythm " do the thing you did earlier please," he sighed out, you grinned as he nuzzled his face in your neck, his ragged breathing telling you he was on the edge, your hand tangled in his hair and you squeeze your pussy eliciting a loud whimper from him as he draw his high in your tightness, your fingers brushed your clit, Chris kneaded your breasts, the feeling of his hands, his cock in you and your deft fingers made you reached another orgasm in no time.

Already missing him inside you, you rolled on him, he smiled leisurely enjoying your weight, hands brushing your sides as you rest your head on his chest.

You soon sauntered to the bathroom shamelessly naked, letting the door ajar as you peed. Running the shower, you didn’t hear him walking in, hands finding your waist his warm chest against your back.

“Shower then brunch?” you asked stepping under the warm stream, he followed staying as close as possible.

The soap traveled between the valley of your breasts, his thumb grazing your nipple, lips parted you watch his hand brushed your body, his eyes blown. A chuckle escaped you, you caught his lips in a quick kiss, pushing your soapy breast into his chest, his arm snaked around your waist pressing you even more against him, you balance yourself holding his shoulders moaning into his mouth when you felt his hard member against your tummy. Grabbing every bit of you his hands could reach as the water wash the soap from your bodies. Your sore lips left his, finding their way down his chest, kissing the quote tattoo, between his pecs, and following his showing abs, you find yourself kneeling in front of him, lapping at the water on his lower abdomen.

“babe…” his thought lost as you took his member in your hands, gently stroking him, your sweet eyes caught his when your tongue swirled around the tip of his member, as much as he wanted to keep his eyes on you they closed yielding to the pleasure and the warmth of your mouth around him. Hand traveling up his abs, his taste was exhilarating.

"Hold on, hold on.." he said breathless, he propped you up immediately reaching for your lips, noses collided, you smile into the kiss your hand reaching for his cock to finish what you had started. He watched your fingers deftly sliding up and down his shaft, whispering endearment as you left sloppy kisses on his neck, he squeezed your forearm as he came on your thighs with a loud moan that made your inside buzz.

You ate brunch in robes casually talking like the situation was ever so normal except for the heavy flirting. At one point you stood up and grab the empty glasses.

“hey,” he grabbed your wrist and swiveled on the bar chair “let this,”

“It’s fine,” he shook his head the glasses passing hands, he put them in the sink, sitting back down he brought you to him by the waist “you’re my guest, I’ll do it later”

“Not sure you’ll have time later Evans,” he arched an eyebrow at your saying, a smirk matching yours

“Is that so?” you sat askew on his laps, his hand finding its path under your robe traveling up your thigh, his thumb edging your inner muscle.

Catching up on lost times you couldn't keep your hands off of each other until your manager texted you a reminder for tomorrow's meeting. Watching you dress up Chris pouted, unable to let you go on the doorstep.

“I should go,”

“Hm," his hands still gripping tight your waist, his lips on yours.

"Chris.."

"Alright, alright" he put his hands in his pockets, shrugging.

You pecked his lips, not lingering to prevent a relapse. He walked you to your car in case you fall again. Pushing in your seatbelt in you turned to Chris in the open doorway of your high car, his eyes went from your eyes to your lips in a matter of seconds.

So it didn't surprise you when he reached out, his hand on your nape, fingers interlacing with your hair. His kiss was searing, leaving tingles on your sore lips. Eyelids heavy you open your eyes as you take a breath.

"It'd be dangerous to drive back home in the snow, it's almost dark and all that ..." you find yourself saying.

Chris chuckled, not losing any time he pushed out the seatbelt helping you out of your car, grabbing your hand you both sauntered back inside the warmth of the house. Dodger was really happy to see you back so soon.

That evening you spend it cuddling in bed, Chris reading a script, Dodger at your feet while you doze off on Chris' chest his arm secured around you.

My first smut-writing in a few years, I hope I'm not too rusty. thanks for reading, double tap if you like or message me, it's always good to know you enjoyed it. Thanks again

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#chris evans x reader #Chris Evans imagines #Chris Evans fanfiction #chris evans imagine #chris evans wip #jenn fic

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newtonsheffield · 3 years

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Molly in penance for all the angst and pain that you have put us through this week, need to give us some real spicy good girl's content 🌶️🌶️

Maybe thier first time having sex? Or maybe the first time they record themselves having sex?

These two have my whole heart and I can't get enough of them🥰🥰🌶️🌶️

Molly, to make up for the last chapter of Royals, you could write us some Good Grils or ASSD do a spicy saturday/sunday 😈❤️‍🔥

Ohhhhhh Boy.

You know what, I probably deserve it. I genuinely thought you guys would see right through my cliffhanger. There was never not gonna be angst from Anthony after he told the woman he loved to marry someone else. But I promise you, this is the last chapter with Heavy angst. The next few chapters, all at least have something lighter in them!

Anthony knew he was, quite frankly, the luckiest son of a bitch alive. Which is something that 8 months ago, he definitely wouldn't have been how he'd described himself. But honestly, at the moment, his life was pretty fucking great. His siblings all seemed pretty content, his Mum was doing better, and she seemed to really have connected with Kate's family, and then there was Kate. Kate who helped him look after his younger sister, while she carried on a conversation in perfect BSL with Ben, barely speaking as she did it these days, who stood with his mother in the kitchen and helped with bake sale contributions for Daphne's ballet school. Kate who kissed his forehead and told him she loved him. Kate who let him grind against her, clutching him closer and closer his name falling from her lips like it was a prayer, I Love you, Anthony I love you so much. Gasped against him, and made him feel worthwhile and loved. Kate who was coming home today after two weeks away.

"I have a surprise for you." He'd said last night over the phone, his heart humming happily as she let out a delighted squeak.

"Oooo, are you going to fuc-? Yeah so we'll probably back around one." The tone of her voice changed completely, "Yeah, it's Anthony." She was talking to someone else, he could hear the murmuring in the background and then "My Dad says Hi."

It was ridiculous, actually, she'd been gone for two weeks, they'd spoken every day and his chest had ached, with a deep longing, he'd been absolutely unbearable, even Sophie had rolled her eyes as he lounged around the back of the bakery.

"She'll be back soon, it's not as though she's died. Thank god, Ben and I aren't this ridiculous."

So now here he was, at 1:02pm barrelling towards the Sharma's house on his bike, barely cutting off the engine before he was leaping up the steps towards the front door.

"Anthony, Sweetheart, how are you?" Mary said as soon as the door was open, her kind smile greeting him gently.

"I'm great thanks, Mary. How was the wedding?" He slipped inside.

"Oh it was lovely. My cousin-"

"Anthony!" Kate had barrelled into him before he had time to think, her legs around his waist as she launched herself at him. Her voice in his ear, "I missed you."

"I missed you too, Princess." There was a lump in his throat that he couldn't push down, comforted by her presence.

"Mary, um, We're going out." Kate said, letting her legs drop.

Anthony's cheeks burning under Mary's astute gaze, "Just make sure you're back for dinner. Anthony you're always welcome, I'll make you some of those samosas you like to take home."

Anthony barely got out a "Thanks, Mary!" before Kate tugged him through the front door.

As soon as they were on the street outside, Kate's lips were on his, before he could even say Wait! Her tongue tangling with his and then- Kate shoved him backwards, her eyes wide.

"Anthony, did you-?"

"Surprise?" Anxiety suddenly swirled in his stomach as she stared open mouthed at him. "I can... take it out... fuck, I thought you might like how it feels."

Kate cleared her throat. "You got a tongue ring for me?" Anthony nodded, Kate whined, tugging him back down to her, her hips already grinding against his thigh.

"Take me somewhere, and tongue fuck me with that."

Anthony couldn't get on his bike fast enough, tearing off towards the quiet section of town near the woods. As soon as they stopped she was covering him again, pushing at his jacket.

"Um, before you take that off I have another surprise."

Kate's eyebrows raised, "Oh my god, is it a nipple ring? Because I kind wanted to get one and-"

Anthony whined his hips bucking against her at the thought, "Okay, we'll get back to that later." He stepped back, tugging his jacket off, his bare arms on display and then she saw it. The tattoo that had just healed, wrapped around his left forearm. A crown, shaded in black and grey.

Kate's fingers reached out, tracing over the lines.

"I am going to love you, forever, and I don't see any point in pretending otherwise." His voice broke a little at the end, at the tears in her eyes, her lips crashing against his again.

"I love you so much, but I really really missed you."

And he still didn't know what made him do it. Even now. He pulled her phone from her pocket, switching to the camera, forcing it into her hand.

"If you missed me, film it for next time." He ignored the way her mouth dropped open, as he dropped to his knees, ducking her towards the edge of the seat of the bike, her skirt tugged roughly over her hips, her legs over his shoulders, his hands tearing at her underwear, ignoring the sound of the lace tearing.

And he couldn't wait anymore, he ducked his head towards her, the taste of her settling against him, a growled ripped from his chest as she moaned her hand threading into his hair, tugging him closer, her hips grinding against him filthily, his hands spreading her legs wider, his new tattoo spread against the bare skin between her skirt and top, their eyes locked together, her movements erratic as his fingers joined his tongue.

Anthony Fuck, Fuck, Oh my god, it feels so good, I love you, I love you. Echoing through the clearing, and then she shuddered against him.

He stood from his knees, tugging her mouth to his, forcing her to taste herself against him.

"I love that fucking tongue ring." She gasped, as they pulled apart, still breathless, her shoulders heaving.

"I'm glad you liked your surprises. And ahhh next time you miss me, just hit replay."

Kate laughed in his ear. "Honey, I'm not done yet."

And yeah. maybe it was a little awkward to sit ext to her Dad at dinner with her torn underwear in the pocket of his jacket, and the taste of her still on his tongue, but he really didn't care.

#good girls au #spicy sunday🌶#kathony #anthony x kate #anthony bridgerton #kate sheffield #kate sharma #molly's asks and answers

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