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shotofire · 3 years

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Jean Kirstein x F!Reader

I got a few Jean requests which i’m super happy about :)) so I decided to sorta combine them, enjoy! (I had SO much fun writing this)

Overview: How you and Jeans lives are going in Marley

Warnings: Cursing, slight nsfw, anxiety

Season: 4

Things are different, to say the least. Marley seems more like ‘Paradise Island’ than your home did. There’s no constant fear of death here, no scraping for food, it seems like everything your people wanted and deserved. Yet you were still considered a devil, whatever the hell that’s supposed to mean. It’s nice here but you still can’t help but envy it, and long to wipe the smile off these heartless people’s faces.

The time you’ve been here has completely lost tract, you can’t even recall the first day. Jean has been by your side since the beginning, helping you remain calm. There are many moments where you want to yell or call out someone disrespecting your home, but you’ve had to hold back. It really pissed you off more than anything else you’ve ever dealt with.

“Don’t let their ignorance get to you, doll,” he’d said as tears built in your orbs. It was earlier on since you two had gotten there, and you had to hear the harsh words for the first time. The person wasn’t even talking to you, but the terms were technically still about you and everyone you cared for. “How can so many be so oblivious?” His lips traced your neck from behind, leaving soft kisses that had your body melting. “Remember you’re better than them.”

You long to go back home, but you know your time here has not yet received a due date. There’s no telling how prolonged this mission will be. The little town home you and Jean are staying at is pure filth, you wish Levi could be here to make it spotless. Thankfully most of your days together were spent moving around Marley gathering as much information as possible. You’d seen Reiner a few times, which scared the shit out of you.

Today was a somewhat normal day, and it’s beautiful outside. Your fingers are looped with Jeans as he buys a news paper. Not much has happened so far but it is still earlier on in the day. You enjoyed days like this, they were more calm and enjoyable. At this point you weren’t sure what else you and Jean could possible find out, the rest was basically left to Eren. The only thing you loathed about being here is your daily attire.

You constantly have to wear a skirt or a dress, which is totally not comfortable in this heat. “I’m hungry,” you mumble as you two walk away from the news paper stand. Jean’s hand gives yours a squeeze, “We will eat in a bit, okay?” You couldn’t help but let out a groan, you were starving from all the walking.

Jean doesn’t know who’s genius idea it was to send you two together. Sure you’d basically been a thing since you were teens but you still annoy each other like an old married couple. Then again he wouldn’t want to be here with anyone else, he just wishes you could be a little less whiny. “Doll, we’re going to get food. I just need to give a letter to Eren first, he has someone who can send them back home without it being checked.”

Your arms wrap around his waist and you lean into his side as your walk continues. “I just want to lay in bed all day, is that too much to ask for?” He chuckes while observing the cute pout on your face. “Sadly it is too much to ask for.” His arm comes to swing around your shoulders down to your middle, and he pats your hip with the newspaper. Anyone watching your current state would think you’re brand new lovers in the honeymoon stage, but this has been going on for years.

“I heard there’s a festival in a couple days, are we going?” He’d already heard about it and knew you’d be dying to go. But the thought of going was so overwhelming for him, he wasn’t even sure if he could handle it. That many people, so many unfamiliar faces, there’s no telling what could happen. “We’ll talk about it.” That always means no, and you can’t help but let out a groan.

The day goes on and you finally get food, which was better than anything you’ve ever had. Jean didn’t dig in like you however, he seems to have a lot on his mind. “Whats up with you?” You ask through a mouthful of rice, any other day he’d scold you for your bad manners but he wasn’t in the mood. Together you sat at a table for two at a eatery that is rather empty, only a few workers and even less customers. “Do you ever think someone else should be doing my job?”

You should’ve known he would be doubting himself by now. Your love always fails to see his potential and strength, and it breaks your heart. He eyes are fixed on the bowl in front of him, his appetite quickly vanishing. The man felt sick and disappointed in himself. So far he hadn’t found out or accomplished as much as he had hoped for, and is afraid that he’s letting his friends down. Afraid he’s letting you down.

“That’s a stupid question,” you scold him with a scrunched face, “of course not! You were sent here for a reason, we all believe in you. Hell, they believe in me!” Jean doesn’t say anything, only lets out a soft laugh at your words. “What are you thinking about?” You reach across the table to grab his fidgeting hands, “tell me, please.”

Brown eyes finally land on you. He finds comfort in your touch and soft voice. “Uh, I’ve just been doubting myself lately. I feel like there’s never much to write back about, like everything is just a repeat from the letters before. There’s just something telling me that I can do more, but I just haven’t figured it out yet.” In all honesty, you felt the same about yourself. This move was all so hectic and a lot to take in, and sometimes it felt like you could be doing more.

“I understand, you know I do. This was a lot for the both of us and you can always talk to me. Personally, and you know I don’t lie to you, I think you’re doing a damn good job. Our circumstances are shit and you’re doing better than expected under all the pressure, give yourself more credit!” Your hands are waving in the air wildly as you rant with pure love.

Jean’s teeth are sunk into his bottom lip trying to suppress his smile. Somehow you always know what to say, and he admires that so much about you. “I love you so much.” A blush creeps onto your cheeks and you show a big smile, “I love you more, idiot.” He gets up from his seat across from you, quick to find his way to your side. Strong arms swoop to pick up your frame, as if his new bride, and you let out fits of giggles.

“What are you doing?” You ask with bright eyes. The small amount of people inside are watching the scene with crazy looks on their faces, but neither of you give a shit. He carries you out of the place as you continue to laugh, and reach up to ruffle his locks a few times. The man manages to carry you all the way home, setting you on your feet infront of the door way. “You should do that more often, be my personal carriage.” “Wouldn’t you just love that?” Sarcasm laced in his voice.

He opens the door with a key, that never works the first time, before kicking the door open and grabbing onto you once again. Your body is thrown over his shoulder as he enters your temporary home, then closing the door behind him. “Put me down, you dummy!” He does as you ask, dropping you onto your shared mattress. The light of the moon shines through the window onto your smiling face, and Jean thinks it’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. An even better sight than the ocean.

“You’re gorgeous, you know that right?” His compliment sends butterflies to your stomach. Before you can answer his lips are connecting to yours in a loving kiss. Hands grip your hips, pulling you closer to his frame. You two stay like that for a moment, kissing and grabbing at one another like hungry hormonal teens who’ve never had physical touch.

Once his lips move to your neck your eyes open, and a small whimper slips from you at the feeling of his soft mouth. “Did my words cheer you up that much?” You ask with a smirk, and you’re answered with a bite to your nape causing you to yelp. His hands have moved under your long skirt now, palming at your thighs. This man will forever know how to make you feel good, it’s as if he has a magic touch. Scratch that, he does have a magic touch.

“Isn’t Eren-“ You cut yourself off with a moan as he sucks at your collar bone, “Isn’t Eren supposed to be coming by?” Jean smiles against your skin, and he feels a shiver run through your body. “I guess we’ll just have to get started now, huh?”

A knock echos through the small home and you two scramble for your clothes. “Hold on!” You yell, and then accidentally fall over as you step into your skirt. Jean let’s out a snort at the scene, and you narrow your eyes at him, “I’m having trouble walking right now thanks to someone.” He smirks while buttoning up his shirt, “You weren’t complaining while I was doing it. I recall hearing a, ‘More Jean, please more!’” He mocks your words, in a high pitched voice, from the earlier events and you blush, but try to hide it with an annoyed look.

“Shut your trap and open the door.” He laughs and buttons the last of his shirt before opening the door. There stood Eren with a very knowing look on his face. The long haired man observes you two, and it’s very telling. Each of your manes are sticking in every direction, not to mention the room has that smell to it. “You knew I’d be here and you still couldn’t keep your hands off of each other?”

Jean’s face goes blank and so does yours, but it’s short lived before you’re letting out strings of laughter. He can’t help but smile as well, but his gaze is set on the floor to keep from further annoying Eren. “Oh cmon Eren, it’s a little funny.” He completely doesn’t agree with you, but you continue to giggle.

This has been a very long mission for Eren with the two of you. Atleast you both didn’t give a shit.

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dipshit-pig · 3 years

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When I used to work those early morning shifts (and later night time ones) it would be completely dark unless I turned on the lights. I remember the small monkey exhibit (which I had to clean) was very dim until the sun started coming up. It bathed the entire place in this pale light that reflected whatever color the sunset was. It was both horrific and beautiful to be isolated like that. Sometimes I felt so lonely it was my skin wanted to crawl off of my own body so at least there was another vaguely human shape around. But then the sunrise would turn everything pink and orange as dawn barely peaked over the eastern horizon. I thought a lot since my job as janitor didn't require full cognitive focus. I'd listen to a lot of surfer rock, or alternative hip-hop which was very low energy. Sometimes I felt like I was drifting into space, as if my body was performing the motions of cleaning but my brain was a thousand miles away looking down at my tiny life in this equally infinitesimal zoo. Songs like Potsu's Moonglow or STRFKR's Beach Monster felt like soundtracks to my meandering, aimless life. When I first started work as a janitor, I didn't really have a life plan or know I was trans. I was just working to survive and buy weed so I could remove myself from reality for a little bit.

I had these vacuous day dreams so vivid sometimes I wondered if I was hallucinating about being lost in outer space. Cut off from everyone. I would open my mouth to speak but no sound could be produced. I'd wonder if maybe that's what death felt like... This utter lack of presence or tangible influence on my surroundings. I had memories of cleaning the glass for 5 years straight, and after a while they all blurred together to the point that if I didn't do everything in a set routine every day, I couldn't be sure if I'd already done something or not. Time blurred together like one continuous dream, or maybe a nightmare. I don't know... It's perhaps a little too hazy to say for certain.

Having so much time alone to think did bring me to greater truths about my identity and place in the world. At the same time, being stuck inside myself for such a prolonged time was equally terrifying. Sometimes I'd just stare into the dark corridor of that little monkey exhibit, perceiving absolutely nothing, and wondering if that was peace.

It's been two very long years since then. I've got a new job, new place, new me. My fascination with day dreaming about space stays in tact, although I've got a lot less time to meditate on much since life is a lot more demanding. Since I live alone now, the sensation of feeling adrift has been kicking in again. I'm in this weird place where I've accomplished so many goals. I got top surgery. I got a promotion, I got my own apartment, insurance, money, etc... I've done all these things I thought were impossibilities. I thought having a career would have been impossible for a high school drop out but here we are. Some how I'm the most financially stable and independent person in my immediate family despite being sort of the known 'failure' for all 26 years of my life.

And... Here I am, feeling aimless again. Life is on cruise control.

With more free time to myself these past few weeks (since I've been free of coms and the OT seems to have capped out last week), I think I recognize in myself this constant need for some kind of chase.

The biggest thing being a janitor taught me was how to love a process and not worry about the permanence of my work. It was destroyed every day by tens of thousands of people, after all. And I'm at this point now where I've achieved permanence for things I really care about and it feels somewhat hallow because now.... I've got nothing to pursue with all my being.

I feel like a dick saying that because when I was struggling, if someone said that to me, I probably would have been pissed. And it's not like I'm unhappy or depressed like I was before... It just feels like I'm adrift...

Anyway, that's the vibe I wanted to capture with this. I know that's like A FUCK LOAD OF context. But I just felt like I had to get it out of my brain. Feeling like I'm over the funk now that I've wallowed in it for a while. I've got personal goals again with my art and that's like... Really exciting to me. Despite losing a few people on here, I'm not really that upset by it. This painting is the most emotionally gratifying thing I've done in a really long time. So I hope you like it!

Thanks again for sticking around if you're still here. I appreciate you.

#personal art #space #painting #music #vibe #King #King of Beasts #fursona

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omg-imagine · 4 years

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⊱ Focus ⊰

Pairing: Keanu Reeves x Reader

Summary: Frustrated after sharing a teasing bath with Keanu, you decide to distract him from his zoom meeting with a blowjob under the table.

Words: 2.1k

Warning: blowjob ofc 😎

A/N: Sorry for the long wait but I hope you enjoy :-))

Requested by Anon ♡

Keanu was such a tease, and he damn well knew it.

To say that you were frustrated would be a complete understatement. Just moments ago, you thought your shared bath time with Keanu would lead to sex, only for it to be cut short after he was reminded of a scheduled zoom call he had to take. It would seem that his work was more important than attending the needs of his wife, and it pissed you off when he padded out of the bathroom to get ready for his meeting, leaving you wet in more ways than one.

Drying your hair and body with a warm fluffy towel, you could hear the deep baritone of his velvety voice coming from his office right next door. The sly smirk Keanu shot at you earlier flashed into your mind, fueling both lust and irritation as you began figuring out ways to get back at him. You wanted to show him that there were consequences for his actions. You wanted him to regret working you up; make him understand that you weren’t a toy he could use to entertain himself with until something else came along.

You surely were not letting him off the hook that easily.

His light-hearted chuckle pierced the silence, and at the same time, an idea popped inside your head. With merely a thin silk robe wrapped around your body, offering the least bit of modesty, you sauntered out of the bedroom and padded down the hall. The door was slightly cracked open, and peering through the slit, you watched as Keanu listened intently to the man on his computer screen.

Oh, how you wished his attention was entirely on you instead…

Briefly, Keanu’s dark chocolate-hued orbs swiftly flickered up from the monitor, his gaze unassuming as you lingered in the doorway. You only offer him a small, innocent smile before quietly crossing the threshold, thankful that the webcam was facing away from where you stood.

Keanu acted somewhat natural, his eyes returning to the screen as if he’s ignoring your sudden presence in the room. You could tell he had no idea what you were up to, which made it all the more thrilling for you.

“Hang on, give me a sec, Dave,” Keanu casually excused after a brief minute, putting himself on mute and then glancing up at you. “What’s going on, babe? Everything okay?”

Licking your dry lips, you chuckled softly at his question. “Everything’s fine, darling. Don’t worry, just go back to your meeting.”

His eyes narrowed then shifted downwards, seeing your fingers fiddling with the loose knot of your robe. Brows knitting together, his tone was low as he warned, “You better not be up to something.”

“Of course not,” you smiled coyly, taking a seat on the couch across Keanu’s desk. Crossing your legs, you knew he wasn’t buying your response, but there was not much that he could do since he was in the middle of a call.

Resuming his virtual chat, Keanu did his best to pretend that all else was normal, despite knowing that you were only here to cause mischief. As he discussed an upcoming project, you slowly rose to your feet, your hands untying the robe before slipping it off, revealing your bare body to Keanu. Without him even glancing your way, you were certain that he could see you from the corner of his eyes, undoubtedly fighting the urge to fully drink in your enticing figure.

You immediately noticed him acting flustered, stumbling over his words several times and quickly losing his train of thought. Keanu often had incredible self-control, you recalled. Yet, as he shifted uncomfortably in his seat, you wondered if you could actually break him tonight. The challenge was tempting, and you were determined to give it everything you got.

You took three steps forward, closing the distance between you and the dark oak of Keanu’s table. Grazing your fingers along the edge of the wooden surface, you heard his sharp intake of breath as his eyes finally met your silky skin, his cheeks flushing warm red at the glorious sight. He swallowed thickly, his lust-filled gaze traveling upwards, devouring every inch of you before reaching the tantalizing smirk plastered on your face.

For a moment, Keanu glared at you, his piercing stare demanding you to stop this devious game you were playing, though the gleam of fiery desire erupting behind his pools of whiskey said otherwise.

It wasn’t until a voice from the computer speakers speaking his name out loud did Keanu managed to tear his gaze away, putting on an act to appear composed, though he wasn’t fooling you, however. As quietly as you could, you lowered yourself down onto the floor and crawled underneath the table, stopping once you got to Keanu’s feet. You felt him jump when your hand landed on his thigh, and he rolled his chair backwards, allowing you enough room to accomplish what you came here for.

While Keanu struggled to carry on with the conversation, you knelt between his legs, palming his growing erection through his sweatpants. He had been in such a rush to be on time for his zoom meeting that he didn’t bother throwing on underwear, making the work you planned on doing much easier. Nimble fingers dipping into the waistband of his bottoms, you glanced up to catch Keanu looking down at you, pausing mid-sentence to give you a nod of his head, his eyes silently begging for you to keep going.

Please.

“Focus,” you spoke in a hushed whisper, shooting him a seductive wink. “And remember to stay quiet.”

Pulling down his sweats with a bit of his help, you took a second to admire his throbbing cock as it bobbed freely in front of you, the rosy tip glistening with pre-cum already. His voice came out strained when your fingers gingerly wrapped around him, his sizable girth barely fitting in the palm of your hand. With your thumb, you spread the pearly beads leaking out of his sensitive slit, coating his entire member of his own slick juices as you began to stroke him slowly yet firmly.

“Are you okay there, Keanu?”

The question in the background made you snicker, but your rhythm remained steady as Keanu stammered out a lame response. “Y-Yeah, I’m good. G-Go on…”

His concentration waning with every jerk and twist of his swollen length, Keanu nearly exposed himself when he let out a strangled gasp as you suddenly leaned forward, taking his cock into your hot mouth. He attempted to mask the sounds escaping his throat with a cough as your tongue swirled around the tip, savoring the divine taste that was specially his. Hips snapping slightly of their own accord, he did everything in his power to not rouse any more suspicions, but being that he was under your utter mercy, it was proving to be more difficult than he could handle.

One of his hands coming down to hold you by the back of your head, Keanu’s fingers tangled themselves in your tresses, forcing you to take him in even deeper. You shut your eyes as you hollowed out your cheeks, imagining the sinful look on his face at this very moment. The thought of him biting back his whimpers and moans sent an electrifying jolt through your aching pussy, and you clenched your thighs together, seeking relief. Your ministrations grew faster at the image, sucking him more feverishly as you fondled his balls, feeling them tighten in your touch—a tell-tale sign that he was on the verge of his sweet, sweet release.

But just before that could happen, you pulled back, releasing his cock from your mouth with a loud pop that was likely heard in the call. Still on your knees, you listened to Keanu’s quiet pants, a fine sheen of sweat covering his forehead as his quivering skin flushed with pure arousal.

This was what you wanted all along—revenge. By distracting your husband and leaving him an absolute, unsatisfied mess at the end, you had given him a little taste of his own medicine.

Staring at the weeping head of his cock as it twitched restlessly, yearning to be touched again, you failed to realize that Keanu was already ending his meeting with Dave. “Yeah, I’m feeling under the weather right now. Let’s continue this tomorrow?” He quickly explained, the words barely registering in your head until he drops the call, snapping you out of your daze.

Kicking his chair back, Keanu’s hands then reach down to grip you by the sides of your arms, pulling you up from underneath the desk and placing you on his lap. His lips crashed against yours in a kiss that was hot, rough, and desperate. Moaning helplessly into his mouth, he abruptly breaks away, releasing a low chuckle as a new wave of heat spreads throughout your body.

“What the hell was that all about?” Keanu gruffly asked, his hungry lips trailing down the delicate column of your neck. “I told you I needed to take this call. I guess you couldn’t wait an hour, huh?”

“You know I can hardly wait when it comes to you,” you reasoned, letting out a moan as he palms your breast, giving it a slight squeeze. “Besides, you brought this all on yourself after what you did earlier.”

“So, I deserved this?” Keanu laughed, amused. “Very well, I guess you’re right. So now that you’ve proven your point, care to finish what you started?”

Shaking your head with a teasing grin, you got up from his lap and stepped back. You considered walking out of Keanu’s office to keep up with this little game you were playing. But when his hand reaches down to grasp himself, conveying a silent plea with a mere look, you hesitated. Dark eyes glazing over with need, the sight before you was simply too delicious to turn your back away from, and you became overwhelmed with the urge to suck him to completion.

It surely has been a while since you made him come with only your mouth.

You caught the smile warming Keanu’s lips as you got on your knees once again, tenderly kissing his inner thigh. This time, he doesn’t hold back his grunts when you engulf him in your mouth, dragging your tongue along the underside of his veiny length.

Leaning back into his chair, his eyes lock with yours as he grabs a fistful of your hair, setting the pace he wants, and you happily complied. His cock slides further down your throat when he bucks his hips, his breathing becoming ragged as you push him closer to the edge.

“That’s it, baby. You feel so good,” he purrs, his voice husky, thick with desire. “You look gorgeous sucking me like that—fuck…”

Keanu’s praises encourage you to go faster, deeper. You moan around his cock as your misty gaze meets his, your unoccupied hand delving down to rub your clit. He began to writhe under you, his hips thrusting wildly as his groans grew louder and louder, the lewd noises filling the entire room.

“B-Baby, I’m coming…”

Head tilting back and eyes fluttering close, your name slips out from Keanu’s parted lips as his body finally tenses rigidly, shooting long, thick ropes of his creamy cum into your readied mouth. You swallowed all of what he offers, making sure not to miss a single drop. Sated, his stocky chest heaved as you cleaned up his softening cock, giving the tip a gentle kiss before pushing yourself up from the floor.

The look of pure bliss on Keanu’s face was something you could never get enough of. It made you smile warmly when you realized you were the reason for it; that you were the one who gave him immense pleasure. After another minute or two, Keanu gets up from his seat and wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you in for a slow, loving kiss.

“Hey Ke,” you murmured against his lips. “You still owe me one.”

Keanu chuckled, knowing exactly what you meant by that. “Of course, babe. I’m already on it.”

You let out a surprised yelp when he suddenly lifts you in his strong arms and proceeds to carry you out of his office. “I think for what happened tonight, you owe me two.”

Entering the bedroom, Keanu lays you gently on the mattress before climbing on top of you. “Don’t worry,” he states, his hand sneaking in between your thighs, feeling the wetness pooling there as he slides a finger into your slick heat. “I have plans to give you three, maybe even more.”

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yanderecandystore · 3 years

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Happy holidays! how about a hot chocolate competition among the yandere ocs and the best one gets a special cabin date with darling?

Hello @teachillvibes, I'm so glad to see you again- Your requests are always so wonderful boo, thanks for requesting me this one!

Happy holidays everyone!! 🎄

TW/Tags: Sweet times cause I sure love them- // kinda like a city festival going on lol // I took your concept and change it a bit I'm sorry boo ;-; // it took me so freaking looooooooong to do it XD I'm sorry- I was kinda hoping that this could be my Christmas gift to y'all ;-;

🍭꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡🍮꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡🍰꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡🍮꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖🍭

Hot Chocolate Competition [Yandere!OCS x Reader - Headcanon]:

🍒Bullies🍭

→Alexandra Coldwell:

If I'm being honest, she probably would have reconsidered sharing the prize with her brother before she can consider going out with you instead. Alexandra entered the competition solely because she thought it would be fun, after all she isn't really the type to get herself dirty if it isn't for fun.

She wanted to win of course, but surprisingly she did have a lot of fun learning how to make hot chocolate, especially with her brother's help. Alexandra thought it would only make sense to take her brother as her company into this free wintery vacation, yet for some reason he didn't accept her offer.

Adrien felt satisfied with helping his sister as normally his cooking skills are generally unappreciated or ignored, although he appreciated how his sister wanted to pay back for his help, he was already happy with just being the one that got to teach her something new, since it's normally the other way around.

And besides- Free vacation packages are always so lackluster to him, if it isn't a five star service then why even bother? He could literally pay for better treatment than what the prize guarantees anyway.

Still, she wouldn't have accepted it if she didn't have someone in mind already. Yeah, yeah, she knows you probably won't like the idea of spending time with her, especially all alone in the cold.

But- Hey, I think you should give her a chance, after all, isn't this the time to forgive and forget? Maybe not completely forget, but I'm sure she'll do her best to make this the best trip for you, ever!

→Adrien Coldwell:

Adrien is known as the lazy one of the twins, the antisocial, the "mean one" (let's be honest, they're both evil but in different ways-), yet people tend to not give him enough credit for his accomplishments.

Him coming out as the winner of the competition may seem shocking to many but let us all remember that this isn't just his random luck, Adrien really did work his best to win and since he is already interested in making sweet treats for himself you can only imagine how hard he wanted to be recognized at least once.

The prize that he won was a vacation to a winter resort of some kind for two people, meaning him and anyone he would like to bring. Adrien considered bringing his sister, since he felt like it would be better for her to spend Christmas in a cabin with him than at home with... both of their parents and, may he dare say, ridiculous Christmas songs. Those damn, Christmas songs.

But Alexandra made sure to refuse his offer each time he tried to bring up, saying that the place was probably runned down and filthy and that she would never step inside a place like that- Alexandra also said that it wouldn't be fair to go with him since she didn't help him, and that this was something he won on his on, he deserves to enjoy it fully.

But what a dilemma, who would have the privilege of accompanying him to such a "special event"?

You, of course. Even if he knows you would rather be far away from him and get some rest from his constant torment, it's not like he would leave you alone at all lol-

Hey give him a break, will you? I'm sure you'll have a great time with him, he promises he won't do anything stupid while you two are there.

Just let him repay you for an entire year of entertainment, dearest.

🍎Teachers🥧

→Madeline Allen:

Madeline is normally very uninterested in competing with anyone, even if the prize sounds amazing. What made her stay and see more of the event was when she noticed you in the crowd, maybe you were with your friends, although she didn't really see anyone she recognizes as your friends there-

What made her participate and do her very best to win? It was when she noticed how most of the contestants seemed to have a suspicious interest in you, something felt weird in those stares they were giving you. She is a little suspicious about the intentions behind those stares, yet she has to recognize that whenever there is a shiny diamond radiating light, it's hard to not notice. It's obvious that they recognize how shiny you are, love.

It doesn't really excuse their clingy behavior towards you, but sure, she gets why they're doing this, or why they would enter this competition in the first place. All to get your attention apparently.

Honestly, she wasn't planning on entering this competition at all, but… Hmmn, how can she say this nicely- She doesn't like these people trying so hard to get your attention, specially with the prize being something that would give any of them the privilege of having you all by themselves, no dearest, she can't let them have you like that-

Besides! Wouldn't you prefer being with nsomeone that is actually looking forward to making you happy, instead of being stuck with brats, with troublemakers and… uhn- A cosplayer…?

Anyway, all of them are pretty eccentric with their own weird little charm, she is sure they'll be fine, especially far away from you- Believe me, she is so excited about this vacation! Forget about these guys, think about all of the things you two can do!

She is already thinking about what she'll bring with her, some cozy warm clothes, maybe her favorite fuzzy blanket, maybe some of her favorite movies, some rope, an tranquilizer-

Well, who cares about the details anyway?? She is just so excited, she can't wait to give you the best of her cookies!!

→Matthew Robinson:

Matthew is a really reserved individual. Being part of big events is simply not his thing, but it was because of you and that sweet smile of yours that brought him to this place. And well…. The smile stuck in the other contestant's faces… Not that they were even half as charming as yours, on the contrary, they seemed oddly sinister.

Mischievous by their very nature, all of these people seem to be somewhat interested in you, breathing in your presence like you're oxygen itself. Disgusting. For the first time in his life he feels pissed off enough to say he wants to see them drop dead- Not that he'll actually do anything, he is nothing like that.

All of these people seemed really interested in winning that prize and hopefully taking you with them, which of course he couldn't allow it, as your only protection from these fiends.

When he won, he was too dumbfounded to even notice the hatred looks that the other competitors were giving him. He really did win, didn't he? He couldn't believe he won!

For the first time in his life he didn't feel satisfaction that came from the competition itself being great, no, true satisfaction came when you accepted to go with him! That's the golden prize he never thought he deserved, yet feels so rewarding.

Don't worry dearest, he'll take care of everything that you need while you two are there, you'll be treated like the perfect little princess/prince you are, like the perfect doll.

Now he just needs to be sure on what to bring, this is probably the most excited he has been since he was a child!

🍋Delinquents🐍

→Janette Sartorius:

Janette isn't one for entering in these competitions just because, there needs to be a good reason for it, like helping them raise a good funding for some sort of charity, or ya know, impressing that one really cute person in your class. Yeah, really important-

Look, she has a lot of clown energy, she knows it, but being publicly humiliated is absolutely not her thing! And that means being either the loser or the winner, she doesn't know exactly what to say when she is put into such position-

Still, if it means giving you something nice, then sure! She'll take whatever she can, although she was focusing on gaining something like second/third place so she can get something small like a plushie or a basket of chocolate, anything that would be small yet really charming- Just like you!

When the judges announced her as the winner in first place, she couldn't believe it! No- Seriously, she couldn't believe it!! She tried to make sure her presentation would be nice but mild enough to not be considered a winner!! What the hell???

Even if the universe seemed to have betrayed her by making her be the one in front of so many people as she claimed her prize, she was once again blessed with luck, as her prize was something truly worth looking like a fool in front of so many strangers-

Of course she'll take you first! Why not?? It's not that weird, it's just pals being pals and inviting each other to cool trips, ya know?? Surely she isn't screaming inside at how cliche this all seems.

Look at her, NOT thinking about the huge amount of fanfiction she had ever read where there was only one bed! NOT her reconsidering not going because she can't handle the thought of there only one bed. She is totally fine, ya know? NOT thinking you'll hate her when you learn how much of a weeb she is-

She'll make sure that you have fun with her, but you'll probably catch her trying way too hard to impress you very soon- Please, talk with babe- In her brain there is only one neuron, and it's constantly banging its head in the walls of her brain screaming your name.

→Jackson Macnee:

Jack isn't really interested in these competitions, it isn't his thing, he wouldn't waste time on it unless there was something really, really important at hand.

And it seemed like today was the day to do anything that he could to not only enter such stupid competition, but to win it at all costs. It was when he recognized those familiar faces next to yours that he decided to enter it, but it was when he noticed all of the contestants, who were presumably strangers to one another, get somewhat riddled up about your presence.

Yeah sure, you're cute, you're pretty and yes you're perfect, but seeing half of the contestants being so… Clingy over you it's absolutely ridiculous-

What? You know all of them?? Or are you going to tell him that some of these imbeciles got this lovestruck immediately just by taking one glimpse at you? You would sound absolutely insane to him if you have chosen to tell him none of them, absolutely none of them are interested in you in any way- Especially those dumbass bourgeois blondies.

Jesus fuck, what type of luck is that? Having all these morons be so interested in impressing you by winning a prize for you? Sounds dumb to him, but still, if winning it's what takes to make these fools stop daydreaming about you then so be it. It's not that he really wants to impress you by giving the prize he won, he just wants to see the twins cry after noticing the cruel reality that they don't have you- Or that they can't get everything that they want, that could work too-

Jack is sure to seem calm and unbothered throughout the entire event, trying to sound happy that he won, and trying even harder to not make the laugh in the face of the rest of the competitors. But honestly, he wasn't expecting the prize to be so…. convenient? Really? A place where he can take you to be all alone with him while enjoying such a joyful season?? Yes, he'll gladly take it and make sure to shove in everyone's faces, not literally, but clear enough for everyone to get the message.

Although he is happy for his win, he doesn't really know what to do from there- The fact was starting to settle in when he rethought over and over again about the trip. Somewhere all alone with you, sounds really, well, like a dream, like a fantasy, unrealistic.

Jack will do what he does best, fake that he is calm while hiding the fact he is panicking at the thought of being this close to you. Again, he doesn't want you to know how much he wished for this. Whenever he acts like he doesn't care at all, he at least hopes you know you do mean a lot to him.

🍈A.I (non-binary/gender neutral)👾

→Yuma Soma:

Yuma was focused on winning the moment they entered the competition, however they didn't know what the prize would be until they actually won it. They were more interested in the competition aspect of this event than what they would gain with it, yet when hearing what the prize would be they were, well, confused-

What is so special about this whole "free vacation"? A cabin in the middle of the woods with nothing but snow? Pff- As if snow is even that cool for them to want to see it! Yeah, they know what snow is….. 100%...... yeaaaaaah.

Okay fine, they don't really know what it is. I mean- Sure they know the definition of it, and they have seen a bit of it in their game, although they bet that what they have seen isn't half like the real deal.

It may seem silly, but maybe this trip could be a great opportunity for them to be able to see it and feel it for the first time with you by their side. With you trapped inside the game or not.

Don't be so mean boo, they promise they'll behave this time! The biggest gift you can give them it's the wonderful time you two will share, then again, it's not like you can really do anything against it, right?

🍬Kitsune🦊

→Tatsumi:

To be honest, Tatsumi isn't one for entering these types of competitions unless the price is truly worth it. Money would be the first thing in his list of priorities, yet the idea of going into vacation on the holidays doesn't sound half as bad, ya know?

While walking around the city plaza with you, you two noticed the event happening and decided to take a look.

He wanted to try it out because it sounded fun, yet to actually win?? This feels amazing yet somewhat inappropriate to him, he didn't really consider the possibility of winning, that it almost feels like he would be taking something that he doesn't deserve.

And as he struggles to come out with any excuse as to why he can't take the prize, even though he could take it and give it to any of his friends, you decided to intervene and take the prize for him.

You already knew how Tatsumi felt about himself, you didn't know exactly what led to it but you did know about his constant breakdowns whenever he thought no one was looking. He did tell you about some of his issues but whenever he could he would fake it as being something dumb that you shouldn't worry about, but come on- You already know that is bullshit.

Tatsumi would feel better knowing you're coming with him, but he would still feel awkward knowing it's just the two of you, and it's not like he won't receive thousands of messages from all of his friends calling him out for not inviting any of them. It's not like they had anything against you, they just really liked messing with him over his massive crush over a you-

He may be a little sneaky perv bastard, but come on now- You know he will treat you right while you two are there, honestly he just wants to enjoy some change of scenery with his favorite person.

🍰CEO📏

→Ingrid Bright:

First things first, Ingrid is a serious woman owner of the biggest business empire in the country- Do you really think she has time for things like that? Cause either way, even if she lost, she could have- Built a winter resort just for herself if she wanted to go there so badly.

But who knows, maybe she found something charming about winning the competition and sharing the prize with you, it's… A bit more charming than her just bringing you to a place she paid for. Something about the novelty of winning something for you sounds really appealing, maybe even worth the trial and error, and again she doesn't really need it, so there isn't any harm in trying.

Although let's be honest, there is a slight possibility that the game was rigged to her favour considering her own status against the various competitors. What? It's not like she is aware of it, if anything she is just as clueless as every other person competing.

She probably does need some rest from the same boring office that she has to work in everyday, and bringing you with her may be the best part of it all! What do you say? Want to get some rest far away from the company?

Well, maybe not completely far away, considering she is your boss… But, maybe if Ms. Bright gets to relax for a while, she'll eventually soften up. You won't be in an awkward trip with your boss anymore, you'll be on a surprisingly nice vacation with a person you knew for a while but only got to truly know recently. She really hopes you don't see her as just your boss...

🍭꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡🍮꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡🍰꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡🍮꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖🍭

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gallavictorious · 4 years

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I'll move on eventually, but for now, just hear me out: Mickey doesn’t hate being restrained, somewhat to his surprise (though not to Ian's).

Now, I'm not sure exactly what triggers it, but I imagine it's not entirely dissimilar to the wedding day situation, insofar that Mickey is determined to do something that might land him back in prison, and Ian is Having None Of It. Like, maybe he finds out that Mickey is in on a drug deal of some kind and about to head out to pick up the merchandise, or maybe someone's pissed Mickey off to the point where he wants to actually murder or at least maim them. It doesn't take all that much for Mickey to commit a crime, so it could be anything.

But yeah, Ian is not about to let his husband get his stupid ass incarcerated again, so he blocks the stairs, and blocks all of Mickeys' attempts to push past him: ”You'll get yourself thrown back in prison!” - ”Get out of my fucking way, Gallagher.” - ”You're not fucking doing this.”

There is a scuffle, and while Mickey isn't even close to feral, he's still Mickey, pissed off and stubborn as fuck and not exactly shy about expressing it. But Ian is just as stubborn, and stronger, and it ends as you might expect, with Mickey neatly cuffed to the iron headboard of the bed in their room. Mickey is raging, Ian strugling to remain calm but visibly really fucking annoyed.

”Keep an eye on him,” he tells Liam (who rolls his eyes, because this is the least impressed child ever and we must love him for it). ”I'll sort this out.”

And he does, and he comes back, and he closes the door to their room behind him when he enters. Mickey's calmed down a little by now, but he's still pretty pissed, glaring daggers at Ian.

Ian meets his stare levelly. ”It's taken care of. Ramirez is in police custody. You won't hear from him again.”

Mickey makes a rude noise, because police custody? That's a real pussy-ass move. Not much he can do about it now, though, so he just drawls: ”Well done, citizen. You’re a real upstanding law-abiding motherfucker, a real fucking pride to your goddamn country.” A beat. ”So, you gonna uncuff me or what?”

Ian might smile here, but it's tightlipped thing. ”Actually, I was thinking maybe you should just stay there for a while. Give you a chance to, you know, reflect on things.”

Mickey blinks. ”Reflect on – ! You putting me in a fucking time out?”

Ian offers a small shrug, tilts his head in that way that very clearly says yeah, that's absolutely what I'm doing, and Mickey gives a disbelieving laugh that is half a snarl: ”You have got to be fucking kidding me.”

But Ian isn't. Of course he fucking isn't.

And Mickey would rage and trash and threaten, really he would, but he knows – knows only all too well, from the determined look on Ian's face - that this won't accomplish a damn thing, other than make him look like an idiot.

Like hell he's giving Ian that satisfaction.

”Whatever, man,” he says. ”I don't give a fuck.” And he looks away, projecting – attempting to project – the most pointed disinterest possible.

Ian is completely unfazed. He shrugs out of his jacket, kicks off his shoes probably, and grabs the book he's been reading from the nightstand. Climbs onto the bed, and sits down with his back to the wall under the window, at an angle from Mickey. Puts his calves across Mickey's, absolutely casual, and begins to read.

Mickey would ask what the hell he thinks he is doing, but he's ignoring Ian, so he can't.

(And Mickey isn't stupid, so of course he gets that Ian is giving him space while at the same time staying close, keeping him company. He refuses to be touched by that. Refuses. Ian is being a fucking pain and an asshole.)

A minute passes. Ian reads. This is ridiculous. Mickey gives a huff. ”Can I at least get a fucking beer?”

Ian looks up at him, briefly. ”No,” he says before returning to his book, and there's nothing spiteful about it. A matter of fact, that's all.

And so they sit, Ian reading, and Mickey doing nothing much at all. The sun falls in through the window; the light is golden, and the noises from the street and the rest of the house are blessedly muffled. Out there, life goes on; in here, there is quiet.

Unexpectedly, grudgingly, Mickey feels himself starting to relax. Whatever happens beyond this room, he can't do shit about it, and that's... strangely freeing.

Ian turns a page. His legs pressing down on Mickey's shins are heavy, warm. Grounding.

Mickey's thoughts drift, becoming slow and quiet. He feels kind of empty, but not in a bad way. A tension he didn't know he carried begins to ease. Somewhere far away, a woman laughs. The duvet is soft under his fingers.

Time passes, maybe an hour, and then Ian puts his book away, looks straight at Mickey. There's nothing strange on his face, no anger or annoyance, no condescension or concern. He just looks at Mickey, the way he always does. ”You wanna grab dinner?”

Maybe it takes Mickey a moment ot answer. Maybe he blinks a few times, shakes his head to clear it. Then: ”Yeah. Sure.” No anger in his voice either. He can't really remember ever feeling this... still.

Ian uncuffs him, does it unceremoniously and without comment. Once they are both on their feet, he pulls Mickey in for a long kiss that is nothing but soft, nothing but tender. His arms are wrapped around Mickey, his fist curling in Mickey's hair.

Then they grab their jackets and head downstairs, returning to the world, with Ian's arm slung around Mickey's shoulders.

(The sex is going to be absolutely glorious that night, but that's another story, for someone else to tell.)

#gallavich #somehow it becomes a thing after that #happening every now and then #perhaps there are no more attempts at murder #or covert drug deals #but there are moments when it all gets a bit too much #old habits kicking into high gear #old demons come to rear their heads #flight or flight tearing their way through Mickey's neural pathways like toddlers on acid #ian is there #as are the cuffs #and the iron headboard i invented for my own nefarious purposes #this is a headboard AU #ficlet #my stuff

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roxa-sos · 4 years

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heaven's gate, part one - grief and her rich friends. (john b routledge)

john b routledge x reyna lance

tw; alcohol, teenage drinking, kissing + reference to it leading to sex towards the end

part one; reyna lance, born and raised in the outer banks, deals with grief in an unusual way.

a/n -- uh reyna is rich girl chaos. i love her too much.

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grief is weird when your family has money.

on one hand, you're probably looking at a big sum of money and access to a fund that whoever's dead left for you. that's a plus. on the other side, you just lost someone you were close to. but you can never be too close to anyone when you've got power over half of an island.

reyna lance. sixteen year old rich girl from figure eight. daughter of sean and tyra lance. she was only known for three major things - her dad's porsche, her messy breakups, and her alcohol problem.

problems were constant in the lance family. from tax evasion to fucking with stocks, it seemed like every other month it looked like sean lance was going to jail. he never did, though, which was quite the accomplishment, but expected with his kind of funds. everyone always thought that it would be jailtime that drew him away from the island. like always, though, he surprised the residents of the outer banks.

"reyna!" her mother called from the bottom of the staircase, banging on the railing to get her attention. her actions dragged the girl out of her room, in shorts, a tube top and some layer that resembled a kimono. "you can't hide from sean like this."

the girl groaned, throwing her head back before she leaned over the side of the staircase. she could technically hide from her dad for as long as she wanted, they had multiple properties, boats, cars, it would take a considerable amount of time for him to find her. nevertheless, she had to listen to her mom. it was hard saying no to that woman.

"you can't hide from sean like this," she echoed in a mocking tone, looking down at her mom.

tyra beckoned her down with her hand, crossing her arms. "your father told you an hour ago that we needed to talk as a family. that doesn't mean you hide away like a hermit, sweetie."

"okay, i'm here now. you want to talk?" reyna asked, taking her time as she climbed down the stairs to talk to her mother.

"your dad's in the kitchen. come on." with that statement, her mom turned her back on the girl and walked down the hall. this left reyna considering going back upstairs, but if her parents were so desperate to talk to her, she figured she may as well give them the time of day.

so, she followed her mother, trailing a few feet behind her after hurrying down the rest of the stairs.

upon entering the kitchen, she caught sight of a woman sitting at the kitchen table, her father leaning on the table next to her. "what is it now, dad, trouble with the IRS or some shit?" reyna asked, hardly looking at her dad while she grabbed a water bottle from the fridge.

"can you take this seriously, please?" her mother hissed at her, causing reyna to do a double take. her mom was usually a fairly passive aggressive person. she didn't yell, she didn't take disciplinary action, she just got frustrated with people. and disappointed, her favorite phrase was that she "wasn't sad, just disappointed." so the new tone of voice got reyna's attention.

"yeah... yeah," the girl trailed off, closing the fridge, facing her parents from where she stood. "so what's going on?"

"baby," her father finally spoke up, taking a few steps towards her. "i'd love it if you could meet karissa." he gestured to the woman at the table. she was blonde, young, and she looked professional.

"alright, uh, hi, then?" reyna shrugged, providing nothing more than a wave for the blonde.

"she's my... girlfriend."

reyna's father's words caused her jaw to drop. literally. reyna never thought that she'd be in a situation that would physically cause her jaw to drop, but there she was, staring at her father's... mistress? from across the kitchen, completely dumbstruck.

"i told you to ease her into it," tyra spat, obviously angry with the man.

"you're growing up, you know? i think you deserve to know when your dad's gonna be out of your life," sean ignored reyna's mother, trying to get into his daughter's line of sight to keep her attention.

reyna's parents were always rocky. she didn't have a fantastic relationship with her dad, and she always joked about how she'd choose her mom's side in the divorce, but she didn't actually think that a divorce was ever going to happen, especially considering how tyra was more of a trophy wife than a working one. "what are you talking about?" reyna started interrogating the man in front of her, shaking her head as if she didn't understand it.

"your mother and i are splitting up. it's mutual-" he began, before being interrupted by his apparent ex-wife.

"it's over karissa," she interjected before letting reyna's father continue.

"mutual. we fell out of love. you've always said that you wanted to stick with your mom, so i figured that it was just easier to relinquish custody." he continued, explaining his thinking as if it was going to make any sense to his teenage daughter.

reyna stood there for a few moments, eyebrows furrowed as she stared at her dad.

"i know it's not immediate, but we'll be in court for the next few weeks sorting things out. okay? it's for the best that you're sticking with tyra. you two are good." sean clapped his hands once he was done speaking, not expecting a response from reyna. "good. good, we've cleared the air. saying that, you both have my number, i'll be staying at the other place until i officially move out. that's alright?"

"yeah, dad, that's alright." maybe it was shock, or maybe she'd just accepted it, but reyna didn't seem to be phased by a divorce being dumped in her lap.

reyna tended to be... insensitive. was she an asshole? kind of, actually, but not nearly as much as a majority of the kooks. but did she understand healthy relationships? hardly, and that was all thanks to the people getting a divorce. so maybe it was acceptance after all, because she never really saw them working out.

"is that it?" she asked, looking at the adults in the room. tyra looked a little shocked to see the girl so done with the conversation, but she nodded carefully.

"that's it, but-"

"alright, cool, uh, you guys can do whatever, i'll be back later." she nodded, quickly backing out of the kitchen.

she had a feeling in the pit of her stomach that she didn't understand at all. anger? she was pissed at her dad for being a whore when he was married and had a kid. sad? she was sad about... losing him? sure. there was something else there, though, and she couldn't figure it out.

and she wouldn't figure it out, at least, she didn't think she would. it was almost nine in the evening, and she was sure that there had to be at least one rager on the island on that fine friday night. it was the outer banks, there was a party somewhere every night, you just had to know where to look. usually reyna went to parties with friends. it was how you stayed safe, how you had a designated driver, and how you had fun. though, reyna wasn't looking for anything other than to get wasted and evict whatever feeling was overtaking her body.

so, instead of heading back to her room, she headed out to the garage. nothing like pulling up in your dad's porsche to wherever you were going. she got into the driver seat and pulled out her phone, and based on a few snapchat stories, it was easy to deduct that where she needed to go to get wasted was the boneyard, for a good old kegger.

it took her less than twenty minutes to get there, and she could've done it in ten if she hadn't pulled over to scream. screech at the top of her lungs, frustrated because she felt stuck. nevertheless, she got there, shoving the keys in her back pocket before finding her way to the crowd of people. a bonfire, a keg, and all different kinds of teens were scattered around the beach. with these different kinds of teens, she ultimately was able to spot one of her best friends.

"lance, never texted me back about the party, but you still showed up to it?" topper thornton referred to reyna by her last name as she greeted him with a disappointing shrug.

"you know i love leaving you on read," she joked, taking a cup of beer he offered to her. "is sarah around?" she asked about his girlfriend, not seeing the kook princess by his side.

"yeah, she's somewhere. you know, being sarah cameron." he rolled his eyes and sighed. reyna knew all about the girl just through topper himself, and not that reyna hated sarah... just that she was definitely topper's friend before she was hers. "did you steal your dad's car?" he asked, a hint of astonishment in his voice.

reyna shrugged once more, a little smug smile on her face that time. "looking for new ways to piss him off." she admitted, gesturing to the vehicle.

"well, when he kicks you out, i can probably sneak you into our guest bedroom." topper laughed, glancing down the beach. "you're kidding me, sarah's-" he began to explain before shouting her name once more and booking it down the beach. she was probably doing something dumb... being sarah cameron.

reyna clicked her tongue, swishing the beer around in the plastic cup she'd been given while nodding. "nice talk," she continued walking down the beach until she could spot some of the pogues, and took a drink to the fact that she had to see them.

of course, she didn't get what she expected. she gagged on the alcohol, wincing at the taste. "holy fuck," she coughed, shaking her head.

"something wrong?" reyna heard a voice from beside her, and she could hardly bring herself out of her own disgust to look at the person it was coming from.

"yeah, this beer tastes like warm coors light, who serves warm coors light at a party?" she was half joking, but it was really bad. the guy standing next to her was hard to recognize from up close. he had somewhat long brown hair that was sticking out of the bottom of a baseball cap turned backwards. apparently he didn't have the time to button up his shirt all the way, so it sat open, two buttons holding it together towards his lower abdomen. of course, that made it hard for reyna to not stare at what was exposed. she brought her eyes to meet his, and saw a slight smile on his face as he looked down at her.

"we do, i guess," he laughed, tilting his head to the side. he seemed surprised to hear her say something so... bold to him, but he brushed if off. "sorry for the shitty beer, then. i'm john b." he offered his hand for her to shake, and she took it out of habit.

she recognized his name, and it was just her luck that he was one of those pogues. he had to be one of the most recognizable ones, now that she thought about it, but she'd never seen him face to face.

"reyna. reyna lance." she introduced herself in response, shaking his hand briefly before letting go.

"oh, trust me, i know a lance when i see one," he nodded, letting her know that she didn't need to introduce herself.

"you do?" reyna asked, a little confused. she'd already managed to forget that the entire island knew her and her parents. even the kids from the cut, which they probably screwed over the most.

"yeah, i do," john b confirmed, taking the cup of beer from reyna's hand and downing it for her. "what i originally came over here to ask you is what you're doing alone at my party."

"we own parties now?" reyna laughed, raising an eyebrow at the boy. why was she alone? topper blew her off, of course, but she wasn't about to let john b in on her personal life.

he rolled his eyes at her, his smile slightly growing. "whatever, i brought the beer, i own the party, you're just roaming around alone?"

"just trying to get wasted, john b." reyna reassured him, patting his shoulder like they were old friends. it probably didn't help that he'd drank the rest of her beer, but she wasn't sure she could've finished the cup herself without throwing up.

"this, reyna, is what you should've said earlier." he immediately pointed out, motioning for her to wait a moment as he maneuvered through people to get to the keg. it didn't take him long to come back with another cup, earning a sour look from reyna. "don't look so bitchy, it's not warm coors light, just drink it." he handed her the cup, and resisting every muscle in her body that told her not to, she took a sip.

the drink burned the back of her throat, but that made her know it was strong.

"oh, wow," she coughed, blinking a few times. "wasting good alcohol on a kook?"

"looked like you needed it." john b said in response, arms crossed as he watched her take another sip. well, less of a sip, more of a chug. he had his own cup in his hand, hardly filled, but he matched her pace when he saw her continue to drink.

"shit, you're the best pogue i know," she breathed, half of the cup's contents having been consumed at that point.

"i better be," he responded briefly before returning to drinking, reyna following in pursuit. when he was done, he had to pinch the bridge of his nose and rub his eyes. "christ, our livers are shot."

"who gives a fuck about livers? as far as i'm concerned, i could die tomorrow night." reyna almost choked on her words by the time she was done with the cup, running her hand through her hair.

"tomorrow night?" john b seemed a little surprised, but he went with it, "that doesn't give us a lot of time."

"time to do what?" reyna shook her head, already feeling the alcohol taking its toll on her body.

he only shrugged, offering reyna the chance to answer that question herself.

"fuck it, then, i'm gonna go dance like i don't hate myself and then we'll see if i die." she shrugged, throwing her cup with as much force as possible towards the white trash bag that sat twenty feet away from them. it hardly made it in, but there were what looked like a hundred other cups scattered around the bag.

"have fun, then, i'm gonna go regret drinking this much," john b waved her away as reyna backed away from him and walked towards the music, leaving her to her own agenda.

it hardly took an hour for whatever had been in the plastic cup to really fuck reyna up. being wasted was an understatement by the time ten forty five rolled around. by then, people were dwindling. they'd run out of beer, so people had started to head home, or to other parties that were stocked.

reyna had to stick around, though, because the last thing she needed was to trash her dad's porsche, no matter how badly she wanted to do it. she said she was gonna die tomorrow night, not that night.

"still sticking around?" she heard that voice again, and turned once more to see john b right behind her.

"drunk driving is no joke, and i'm where you are, jb." reyna had already given him a nickname, acknowledging her unhealthy alcohol content.

john b laughed, looking reyna up and down. she was glistening with sweat from dancing and the heat, her hair was a mess, and when she smiled at him she had her bottom lip tucked between her teeth. he was just as wasted as she was, but he hid it a little better. "so, if i crash in the back of my van, you're there?"

reyna nodded, letting out a breath. she probably wouldn't have let herself get so lost if she wasn't trying to escape herself, but she didn't care about that anymore. honestly, as long as she could be anyone other than reyna lance for a little bit? life wasn't too bad, didn't matter if she was wasted or not.

and hanging with pogue boys didn't make her feel like a lance. "i'm there."

"good, because i can't leave you drunk and alone on this beach." he pointed out, moving his hand to her hip to keep her steady next to him. she was standing just fine, she was wasted, but not blackout drink. not embarrassingly drunk.

"i didn't expect you to be the kind of guy to leave drunk girls on the beach," reyna nodded as he walked her towards the van, which was a little further down the beach, away from her dad's car.

he could only laugh at her few comments, neither of them knowing why. even drunk, reyna didn't think she'd have a pogue laughing at her dumb jokes and comments. standing next to the van, her back to the door, he faced her, their eye contact overwhelmingly obvious to reyna.

his hands were still on her hips, and she gently rested her own hands on his shoulders in response. before she knew it, she'd pulled him towards her and crashed her lips onto his. he welcomed the kiss, pushing her up against the side of the van as she fumbled for the door handle to get it open.

grief.

grief for whatever her life had been before? that was that feeling.

and grief made people do stupid things.

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daily-dose-of-imagines · 4 years

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𝕄𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙 𝕌𝕡♡

Can I get a Kuroko no Basuke matchup please? Also could you make me anonymous? Thanks! :)

Aquarius and INFJ. Enneagram Type 4 & 5 (I’m more of 5, though it’s close). I have a hypersensitive personality and mild social anxiety. I’m very shy and socially awkward, sometimes even to my own family and friends. I’m not very good with keeping conversations; I’m lacking much in the communication department and so I often worry that people get bored with the things I talk about so it’s hard for me to maintain one other than the basic greetings. I have rather low self-esteem. That’s why I avoid being around people a little too much. That and also because I’m quite the loner type. I don’t dislike people (that much) but I usually prefer being alone and doing things alone. I’m mostly serious and quiet, but I can be talkative when I’m conversing with someone I’m very comfortable with about things I like.

By nature I’m very childlike, and generally I have an easy laughter. Although inside I’m a mature thinker and feeler. I’m quite a deep person. I’m very sentimental and melancholic, and very often gets nostalgic about everything that happened in my life. I often think about philosophical ideas, about love, life, and the future.

Only I have grown colder and more distant the past few years; due to my hypersensitive personality, I feel very strongly, which, in its own, is not a negative thing, but coupled with my knack for letting a lot of things get to me, I always let the resulting emotions - whether they’re positive or negative - get the better of me. I easily get hurt and bothered by the slightest things even if they’re not even meant to be thrown negatively in any way. So over the years I’ve forced myself to toughen up and not care too much about things as much as I did before. I have a very short temper and I get irritated, annoyed, and angry too easily and too often, especially when things don’t go my way. I have a tendency to be cruel and harsh to people when it gets too much, sometimes lashing out, or more often giving the silent treatment. I hold grudges, and I shut people out when I want to. Though I never actually say what my problem with them is; they know I’m mad, but have no idea why.

I’m not very good at keeping friends partly because I can’t fully commit myself to a relationship (friendship). I’m good with the initial, light conversation but I don’t find myself being further interested or wanting to get too attached. It’s most probably because I’m too much of a loner; I value and need my personal space too much. It’s not that I don’t like clingy people. I simply don’t like being disturbed or demanded of my time and attention, especially when I’m doing something. And also possibly because my interest in something/someone has a tendency to waver.

I’m a coward above all things. I’m way too scared to step out of my comfort zone. That’s why I avoid confrontations and fears as much as possible. When things start to become too much for me, I tend to escape, thus my preference to be alone and separated from the rest of the world. When things start to get a little complicated, always, my first option is to leave everything behind and run away. I’m terrible at commitments, and I’m too anxious of responsibilities, especially those that come with adulthood. I’m also not very keen on entertaining new ideas and concepts because I want to deal only with what’s already established and, more importantly, what I’m familiar with.

I’m dramatic, a worrier, and an overthinker. There’s a part of me that wants to please other people and have them accept me. Sometimes I even tend to act a little out of character because I think people would find the real me uninteresting and boring - though it doesn’t mean I succumb to drastic measures just for that (when it comes to relating with others, I may oftentimes feel that I’m not good enough, but if it’s just me and myself, I acknowledge and accept who I am, and there are certain aspects of myself that I’m quite proud of, too). I only try to be more agreeable, I guess. I fear rejection, so I tend to reject others before they can reject me. This, along with anger and indifference, are my defense mechanisms.

I’m also prideful. I never want others to see me hurt or cry. I don’t apologize as well. I used to be able to express my emotions well, but after I allowed myself to change it’s really hard to express even positive emotions now. Since I barely talk especially when I’m not in the mood, to others I appear to be absorbed in my own world and have an I-don’t-care attitude, and to an extent, they’re right. I’m usually cooped up in my room (I can spend a whole day without talking to anyone, just reading anything or surfing the net). I care for very few things in life, but when I care about something, I care a lot deep inside. I just very seldom act on those feelings.

I have a very defiant attitude; unless it’s an official rule that needs to be followed, I dislike complying with the norms or trends for two reasons: one, I simply like being different, and two, I’m not interested. I don’t like the mainstream at all. One thing that greatly defines my personality is I dislike being ordered around, demanded of anything, or looked down upon, no matter who it is. I don’t like being expected of something because I hate being pressured (when I’m working under pressure it’s either I’ll yield good results, or I’ll mess up big time, end up not accomplishing anything, and run away). When I don’t approve of something, most likely (if it can be helped) I would refuse to do it. For me, unless I feel there’s a need to surrender to the situation, no means an absolute “no.” When I make up my mind about something, nobody can sway me into thinking otherwise. I don’t appreciate being told what to do - if I’m going to do something for other people, it has to be of my own will. I’m not good at taking orders and requests from people. And unless I asked for it or it’s really necessary, I don’t listen (or at least follow) to advice either. I’m prideful as well in this sense. I like to take credit and responsibility for every good and bad thing that happen in my life. If I fail, it’s my own fault. If I succeed, it’s mostly because I made the right decisions for myself.

On the brighter side of things (me), underneath, my old self hasn’t abandoned me completely. I used to be a generally sweet and caring person, I still am sometimes when I’m not annoyed with someone or something. I’m the youngest in the family, so it makes me really happy (and feel somewhat proud and accomplished) when I’m the one taking care of people, especially when I’m treated like an older sister and depended on by those younger than me.

When I’m being my nicer self I tend to be very considerate and thoughtful of other people. My perceptiveness and sensitivity allows me to read moods and situations and therefore I can act accordingly. An example of this is when I usually filter what I say depending on the situation and the feelings of the person I’m talking to. I always put myself in their shoes so I’d know what not to do or say. Mostly I try not to do things I wouldn’t want others to do to me. I consider this perceptiveness and sensitivity/awareness of other people’s feelings as well as my own as my strengths. Although most of the time (and this is after I started to change myself), I’m too perceptive to the point of being somewhat cynical and untrusting. I used to see only the good in people, but now I almost always wonder what motivation drives a person to do something good (Is it innate kindness? Or are they doing it just for show?).

I value fairness greatly. I tend to feel disdain towards a person, even if s/he is someone I also love, if that person says or does something I consider demeaning or hurtful towards another person I love. My attitude greatly depends on the attitude of others around me. When people are nice to me or to the people I care about, I act so much nicer to them in return. But when they’re being mean, I tend to be meaner and harsher. So it’s either I’m too nice or I’m too evil, it’s both on the extremes.

I tend to be quite protective of everything I love - from my family (this is especially true with my mom) down to my pets. That’s why sometimes my nicer self still feels guilty for shutting them out. Despite being a colder person now, I still have a tendency to feel guilty or be moved very easily when I feel that someone in the family is emotionally troubled, so even if I wasn’t originally in the mood to do anything involving people (or I was initially pissed off with him/her), I still try my best to offer some sort of comfort by “trying” to bond/spend time with the person (try, because I can’t make conversations to save my life so sometimes it just turns awkward, but yeah, at least I’m there). When I feel like being a good, loving daughter, I volunteer to do things for them so they would be spared from the burden of doing the chore themselves (on my own will, not taking requests).

I’m very passionate about a current interest or hobby of mine and am very devoted and loyal to it. I’m single-minded to the point of obsession, so I can only be interested in ONE thing in a period of time. When I like a certain something, my complete attention is focused into it - it’s like zoning in on it - and I can’t be bothered to care for anything else. I have a fairly short attention span though and I easily get swayed as well so after a few months or a year I’d switch interest and loyalty.

When it comes to something I like, I’m quite the perfectionist - too much so that I’m actually being too obsessive-compulsive about it. On the contrary, I have a tendency to hugely slack off in things which I absolutely hold no interest in. I’m slightly above average in intelligence, but I consider myself wiser rather than intelligent. I can be very sly and manipulative in order to get what I want (I’m excellent at subtlety and I play my cards well). The saying, “If there’s a will, there’s a way,” greatly applies to me. I can find a whole lot of ways to achieve something I really want. Just the same, when I don’t want to do a particular thing, I can come up with a million excuses to put it off until the next century. I tell white lies to save myself. I’m also very stubborn. I’m open-minded about some things which people would normally consider as taboo.

I value love, understanding, fairness, and faithfulness way too much. When it comes to people, I like someone who understands me completely, or at least someone who I feel won’t judge me in any way no matter what silly things I say or do, someone who shares the same interests as I do, or basically just someone whom I feel very much comfortable with. I want someone whom I can completely bare my heart to and have them deeply understand me. I want someone who is respectful and trustworthy, one who is one hundred percent faithful to me, even when I’m not around. My hobbies/passions/interests are watching anime and horror movies, reading manga and novels, writing, surfing the net, collecting action figures and manga of my favorite anime, listening to music, mind games, cooking (only because I enjoy eating), sleeping, and daydreaming. I have a soft spot for dogs. I love thrills (although most of the time I don’t get to actually proceed with doing them because I’m such a careful, paranoid, scaredy-cat).

I greatly dislike people who are judgmental, unfair, arrogant, show-off, sarcastic, and insentive, and girls who care so much about fashion, make-up, and boys more than anything. I dislike violence, and on some occasions where it’s portrayed realistically, it makes me so anxious and uncomfortable (at one time, our class watched a play depicting political dirt, it was completely uncensored and there was just too much violence going on and I felt disturbed and very uncomfortable inside that I was reduced to a crying mess). I fear anything that’s not secure or anything (destructive) that’s out of my control. I don’t like being judged, looked down upon, and being told what to do. I hate it when people use the concept of love so casually. I hate superficial things, especially when they relate to people’s feelings. I run away from responsibilities. I also don’t like any kind of distraction when I’m doing something like reading, writing, or watching.

Regarding physical appearance and how I generally appear to people, I’m very simple, conservative (when it comes to my physical appearance at least, my mind’s way too corrupted by my fandoms), and reserved. I’m pretty formal in my way of speaking, and basically I’m an old-school type of girl. But to everyone who knows me, I’m very childlike, both in the manner of speaking and acting. I grew up being like a child so it’s just natural for me to be seen skipping around the house or acting like an eight-year-old despite being in my mid-20s. That’s why I can relate easily and get along well with my much younger nieces and nephews. I’m around 5'3, slender and small-framed, with wavy black hair and equally black eyes. I wear glasses. My usual get-up are shirts/blouses and jeans. I don’t have interest in girly things like clothes, shoes, and make-up, preferring to shop for books instead.

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Hello sweet pea~! Of course, I’ll go ahead and make you anonymous. Thank you for requesting with us and I hope you enjoy the match up I’ve given you~! We really appreciate the support and hope you’ll continue to stick around~!

Without further ado, onto the match up~!

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𝕀 𝕊𝕙𝕚𝕡 𝕐𝕆𝕌 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙...

ᴋᴜʀᴏᴋᴏ ᴛᴇᴛꜱᴜʏᴀ

Now, I understand it might’ve been obvious at a first glance, but in reading what you’ve sent in I feel as though he’d practically be the perfect match for you!

Passionate and kind, Kuroko is the observant one within your relationship. He enjoys the real you, despite how ‘boring’ it may seem, after all it’s often said that despite his aloof and lack of presence, his own personality can seem boring in itself. Similar to you, Kuroko is usually caught by himself and at times can prefer to be on his own to better clear his mind and gain a better understanding of what’s going on in the world.

He’s not exactly the best at keeping conversations, but he does immensely enjoy the time he gets to spend with you. To him, merely being in the presence of someone you hold dear is just as good as being able to have a conversation with. He’d most likely try to pursue the type of silence where it’s comfortable between two parties in the same room with no conversation and merely appreciating that the other is there to spend time with them despite working on something else.

Your childlike attitude and easy laughter hold a special place in his heart, and he always reflects back to it whenever he feels down or just needs a simple pick me up. He does worry about you however, with the desire to live the lone wolf life and allowing friendships to fade, he does try to at least invite you to small social gatherings as well as helping to ease any suspicions or clear distrust of others.

Because Kuroko isn’t one to implement anything without good reason, I find that he won’t trigger many episodes that will involve your short temper. Of course he isn’t immune to it, and at times can find a lot of the anger, annoyance, and irritation completely unnecessary, but he slowly works to at least gain a better understanding with you.

The main conflict I do find that may occur is the bluntness and desire for communication from the phantom 6th man. He wants a clear and 2 way relationship where he won’t feel as though he’s working hard alone in maintaining the relationship. He’s patient and will wait for you to open up whenever you feel comfortable, and at times will leave little reminders in his own unique way that he’s there for you and will always support you no matter what.

He really only realizes your fear and immediate takes to fleeing a situation after the first attempt at a confrontation. He’s clearly upset, thinking that you were turning a blind eye to a problem that arose, but takes the time to calm down to think of a better way to approach the situation. He’s the type who wants you to feel comfortable around him, and to be able to communicate easily with him as he does with you.

He understands your desire to be alone a majority of the time and only desires the simple updates via text or call just so he’s aware you’re okay. Loyal and honest to a fault, Kuroko will most definitely not stray from you. However, he will need at least a reminder here and there that you do truly love and care for him.

With him, he at least desires the same amount of effort he’s going to be putting in the relationship, and will most definitely feel hurt if he can clearly see if there is a lack of effort.

Other then that, he’s a complete gentlemen through and through. He’s considerate of the intimacy levels and what you may desire just a tad too much and is always looking for things that fit your hobbies / interests if he happens to be out and about.

If there was one thing Kuroko had to say that he gets hurt by the most within your relationship, it’s most likely the avoidance of one on one communication, the lack of apologizing, and dismissing advice given. He wants to help and at least provide insights as well as a different perspective, but understands the hard ‘no’s that come along.

If there is one thing that he would most desire, it would just be the communication. It doesn’t have to be full blown conversations to him, nor does it need to be interesting. For Kuroko, all he wants is clear concise communication and trust when speaking with you. Through both text and call he just desires honesty and no lies.

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letbarbieshavedragons · 4 years

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What's up with the Rheagar hate in general? I never got that. Rhaegar seems to be hated across the fandoms?! Hats off for accomplished THAT Grrm, never have seen something like that😂. But no seriously, why? Like sure, prophecy-driven, reckless running of with a pregnant teenager, leaving his wife&children, starting a war etc... its shit, but i have seen way worse. WE ALL HAVE, i mean look at Tywin, Caster, the Mountain, Euron (and thats are only the fuckers in the same story!!)

And that while the worst villians ever have apologists, because they have a sad backstory?! Wouldn't Rhaegar fit in perfectly in that? Him being emo, beautiful, loner, having a abusive father, making one mistake after anothery even tho he should have known better etc. Don't get me wrong, i feel indifference towards him, like to ALL pre-asoiaf. Since i dont get how you can stan or hate a 'character' where we only have like 5 lines about?! But how?

I’m assuming these are the same asks lol, since they seem to flow together, but sorry if it’s a coincidence and I just happened to get three asks about Rhaegar in a row lol

Also sorry in advance for the long reply, this topic has always made me curious as well lol

Anyhoo, I agree. it definitely surprised me as well how strongly some people feel about Rhaegar. and I say that as someone who doesnt really like Rhaegar all that much either . Tho, I’m in the same boat. I can’t say I hate him, when I really don’t know/haven’t seen enough of him for me to form any strong emotional connection to him. The show pretty much glossed over him so no insights there and the books still have a lot of explaining to do on that front. Although, That being said, I don’t really expect my opinion of him will improve if as the books continue

From what I’ve seen tho there are a lot of reason why people dislike him (I’ve got a list myself), but like you said in the grand scheme of asoiaf, he’s really not that bad. So why is there more anti Rhaegar discourse than anti-the Mountain (who is unquestionably worse) or less love for Rhaegar then Cersei (who has done also done worse)

My best guess is (and this is just my personal speculation), it has a lot in common with the reason people got so mad at Sansa in s8 (myself included) when she too really didn’t do anything that bad by GoT standards. In fact, it’s funny, you see a lot of people compare her to Cersei or Littlefinger in a derogatory light but those same people will actually like Cersei/Littlefinger. (I say those people when I maysled do this lol) Which I think, reveals it perfectly. Its about perception. It’s about how everyone else in the show reacts and how we the audience are supposed to “view” it.

People liked Cersei when she did dubious shit bc there was recognition that it was wrong. From other the characters, the narrative and the fans. Cersei did villainous shit and was a villain for it. Same with Joeffrey, the mountain, Littlefinger etc... Sansa on the other hand did villainous shit and... was rewarded for it? Got QiTN? Like it felt like we were supposed to view her coronation like Robb’s or Jon’s when it was really more like Cersei’s. And I know that pissed me off. If your going to have a good guy act like the villain, talk like the villain and dress like the villain then you need to recognize they aren’t a good guy anymore (sorry small tangent)

And I think Rhaegar falls into a somewhat similar situation. His reputation is surprising positive considering all the shit he’s pulled and I think that frustrates a lot of people. Especially when they hear people like Ser Barristan and Daenerys speak highly of him. It can certainly feel like his faults get glossed over for the image of the perfectly chivalrous prince, when just on the little we know, that can’t be right. And then the show glamorizing it probably just frustrates people even more.

And I would argue that not all the fans hate Rhaegar, I just think his haters tend to be surprisingly vocal about it. Like I know a lot of casual fans that love him bc they never bothered/cared to actually look closely at his behavior and just see a tragic “forbidden love” story. And then some that just don’t care or view him like you said as a sad tragic emo boy that needs love. But all that really does I think it as fuel to the discourse fire bc now not only do the characters not realize how dubious he was, but a good chunk of fans don’t know or don’t care either which can feel like he gets away with literally everythubg and can be a hero so long as he keeps the dashing prince vibes going.

Although I will say I think the narrative does at least recognize the truth, and as the series continue I think we’ll see a perspective shift as we’ll, but who knows when that will be.

Plus there’s the fact that despite being dead, Rhaegar still has so much impact on the story. And it’s pretty easy to hold the repercussions of his actions against him when you don’t actually get to understand him or see what he’s like. It’s hard to empathize with a character you never get to meet.

But Like I said, that’s just my conjecture. I’m in the same boat. I think Rhaegar’s kind of a dick but 🤷‍♀️ it’s GoT, who ain’t?

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papitocarlositothirst · 4 years

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PART II SUBMISSION ANON DELIVERS AND LEAVES US HANGING UNTIL NEXT MONDAY??????????? (please don’t)

Max had been out of town on business, which gave you some time to think. You needed to stop those feelings from developing even further. Your best friend and co-worker, Meg, had invited you to a night out, and even though you were reluctant when she first suggested it, you knew it would be good for you. Maybe you would meet someone else and forget all about Max? Or you could at least find a distraction.

You both went to a bar downtown. Meg had invited some more of your co-workers, insisting that it would be fun and the more you were the merrier it would be. You weren’t convinced, but it was too late now to back out.

The music was loud and the room was packed. You used to love going out, but tonight you just weren’t in the mood, the thing with Max weighing heavy on your soul. Meg got you one drink after the other, she knew that there was something wrong with you, but you wouldn’t tell her what it was. So in her opinion, the best idea was to get you drunk.

After two beers and five shots later, you already felt quite buzzed and definitely a lot lighter. The worries momentarily forgotten.

“He’s cute!”, Meg then whispered into your ear. You looked at her confused.

“Who is?”, you asked her, with furrowed brows.

“The guy with bandana that’s been staring at you from across the room this whole night”, she said with a smirk on her face. You looked into the direction she was looking at now and saw a blonde guy sitting in the corner of the room at the bar. Once he saw you looking, he smiled at you and raised his drink a little as if to cheer.

The guy was handsome, you had to admit that, but couldn’t be more different from Max. Blonde hair, probably blue eyes, almost clean shaven. In that moment you knew that he was the perfect candidate to get Max out of your head. So you got up, a little unsteady on your feet, but your mind was still clear enough to know what you were doing.

“You’re gonna talk to him?”, Meg said, almost shocked, but with a very excited tone in her voice. You didn’t answer her, just staggered across the room to the stranger.

“Hi”, he said, with a smile.

“Hey”, you greeted him back, you were painfully aware that Meg was watching everything you did. You didn’t want to engage in small talk. You wanted to skip all that.

“I’m Charles”, he introduced himself, but you didn’t even reply him, you just grabbed his face and crashed your lips on his. You could tell that that took him by surprised but after a few seconds, he eased into it, kissing you back. His hands moved up your sides, caressing you. He broke the kiss for a second, looking at as if to check that you were real and that this was really happening.

“You wanna go to my place?”, he then asked breathlessly. You only nodded in reply.

You quickly went over to Meg to grab your purse and you didn’t even dare say anything to her, the dumbfounded expression on her face speaking volumes. This would be a conversation for another day.

You went home with Charles, the cab ride was spent making out, you didn’t want to talk to him, he was just meant to be a distraction. The way he kissed you was nice, but it didn’t light the same fire inside of you the way that Max’s hungry kisses did. Once you got into his apartment, you made quick work to get his clothes off and then he took you to his bedroom. ** As soon as Charles had fallen asleep afterwards, you got up from his bed and sneaked around the room to gather up your things and then tiptoed to the bedroom door. You put your clothes on, trying not to make a sound and then left his apartment. It was still dark outside, almost 4 AM and you felt like you were sober again. You hailed another cab and let it drive you home.

That one-night stand accomplished the exact opposite of what you had wanted. If anything it had made you want Max even more. That Charles-guy didn’t know how to touch you, how to fuck you, how to make you cum. Hell, you hadn’t faked an orgasm since your freshman year in college, but here you were. You had felt sorry for him, he had given his best, but it was just not good enough for you. You had tried to imagine that it was Max who was with you and doing all these things to you, but it was just no use.

Max had ruined you for life and you knew it. You had known it before tonight, deep down, but you were just too afraid to admit it. You knew that no one would compare to him. That no kiss and no touch and no fuck would be good enough anymore, that Max was the only one who could give those things to you. You didn’t know if he knew that, though.

Once you got home, you took a shower and then went to bed, it had been a long night. And when you woke up in the morning – or noon – you found a few texts from Meg who wanted to know what had happened last night. She had never seen you do anything like that, so that question was justified. However, you didn’t feel like answering her, didn’t want to explain yourself. When you went into the bathroom to brush your teeth you suddenly noticed a big purple hickey on your neck.

“Fuck!”, you cursed yourself and that stupid Charles-guy. You hadn’t even noticed it last night. Which was ridiculously, because that mark was so prominent you could hardly not notice it. Showcasing Max’s hickeys to the world was one thing, but prancing around with those of a random dude was a completely different thing. You were lucky that it was the weekend, so you didn’t have to go to work, and that Max was still out of town. You definitely weren’t exclusive, but you had a feeling that Max wouldn’t be so happy with knowing that another man had touched you. You didn’t know if Max slept with other women, but you assumed he did, and that thought always rubbed you the wrong way, too.

You spent the whole day nursing your slight hangover and just moping around in your most comfortable clothes, no make up and messy hair, not knowing what else to do. You thought about the whole thing from last night again and how it went completely wrong and not how you wanted it to go at all.

You were also still dodging Meg’s calls and texts. So when there was a knock on your apartment door, you could only assume that it was her, checking up on you.

You shuffled towards the door, cursing her under your breath for not leaving you alone. You didn’t even look through the peephole before opening the door. It wasn’t Meg, though, who stood there. It was Max.

“Max!”, you breathed out, obviously very surprised. “I thought you were out of town”

“I was, but I got back earlier than expected, there’s supposed to be typhoon there”, he said with his typical, cocky grin.

You suddenly became very aware of the mark on your throat and you were surprised that Max hadn’t seen it yet. Part of you wanted to shut the door in his face and wait until it had disappeared to see him again, but you also knew that you wanted him, needed him.

“Can I come in?”, he asked, a little confused, but still with a sarcastic tone in his voice.

“Uhm, yeah, of course”, you scolded yourself slightly for being so suspicious, shaking your head and letting out a small laugh.

Max walked in, but he apparently noticed that something wasn’t right with you.

“Are you okay?”, he asked, turning around again to look at you and that’s when it happened. You noticed it by the way his eyes narrowed and his jaw clenched. There were a few second of agonizing silence.

“On second thought, you seem to be more than okay. Had a fun night?”, he said and the bitter tone in his voice made a shiver run down your spine; and not the good kind.

You didn’t know what to say. You didn’t know if you should say anything. After all, you didn’t really have to explain yourself to him. You weren’t together, you were an adult, you could do whatever you wanted.

“You’re not even gonna say anything?”, he sounded more mocking now. “Well, I guess your hickey speaks volumes” You watched his hands clench into fists at his side and how his breathing became a little more rapid. You could see that there was anger simmering underneath the surface.

“So what? I slept with someone else. What do you care? We’re not “exclusive”, you suddenly felt yourself become defensive.

“You’re right, we’re not exclusive, but I thought that what we had meant something and that you wouldn’t piss all over it as soon as I leave town”, Max immediately shot back.

That what we had meant something… those words rang in your ears and made your stomach drop. You had the sudden realization that you might have screwed everything up.

“Was he better?”, he then asked you after you hadn’t replied anything. You didn’t know what he meant and that must’ve been written on your face.

“Was he better than me?” Max asked, stepping closer to you, towering over you. “Did he fuck you better than I did?”, his voice was dangerously low now, but still laced with anger. Max reached out to let a finger trace over the mark on your neck for just a second. That little touch already ignited a fire inside of you again and you had to try really hard to suppress the moan that threatened to slip out from between your lips.

“Answer me”, he whispered. “I want to hear you say it”

“No”, you managed to breath out, quiet, but loud enough for him to hear.

“That’s what I thought”, Max sounded more pleased now, but still somewhat threatening and dangerous.

“Did he make you cum?”, he whispered into your ear now, Max probably already knew the answer to that question, but he still wanted to hear you say it.

“No”, you answered even quieter than before. You looked at him, to try and see and gauge his reaction. There was a look on his face and you had no idea what it meant. His dark eyes looked like they were undressing you, while there was also a hint of a snarl. He probably didn’t know what to do with you either. You wanted to take that decision away from him, so you raised up on your toes, wanting to kiss him, but he moved back, just a little out of reach. Was he just playing with you? Or did he really not want to kiss you anymore?

“You want me to fuck you?”, he asked darkly, looking at you intently, like a predator would look at its prey.

“Yes, I want you to fuck me”, you answered him, putting your pride aside. You needed him, you wanted him. There was just no denying that.

“Then beg”

A slight smirk started to creep over his lips and you hated how much pleasure he apparently got out of that, but you would be lying if you said that it wasn’t turning you on, too. You knew that Max loved being in control, always had, loved dominating you. You wouldn’t give him exactly what he wanted, though. You were going to bend the rules a little bit. You wouldn’t beg, but you would go down on your knees.

You held eye contact while slowly sinking to your knees and once he realized what you were doing, he fully smiled down at you with a slight shake of his head, but his eyes still betrayed his lust. You let your hands wander over his thighs up to his crotch, you ran the palms of your hand over the bulge there, earning you a low groan from Max. You still looked up to him through your lashes, feigning innocence.

Starting to work on the button, you popped it open and then pulled down the zipper agonizingly slow. You watched him bite down on his bottom lip as he watched your every move intently. You pulled his pants down together with his boxers so you could take out his hard member.

There was already a glistening drop of pre cum leaking out of the tip, you used your thumb to gather it up and then spread it around, twisting your hand up and down his length. You looked up to watch him react to your touch, wanted to see him lose his composure. He was still holding it together surprisingly well. Not showing you the reaction you wanted to see just yet. So you then moved your mouth closer, dragging your tongue along the underside of his cock and then swirling it around the head. You looked up again and this time it was the reaction you wanted, his eyes were squeezed shut and his breathing a little more labored. His hands were flexing at his sides and you knew it wouldn’t take long before they would find their way into your hair.

You decided to indulge him a little more and wrapped your mouth around the tip, hollowing your cheeks, sucking, taking him in deeper. That was the moment when you felt his fingers twist into your hair, shoving you down further on his length while he let out a moan.

What started out with you in control now shifted over to Max taking the lead. You used your hand to move in tandem with your mouth. Taking him in deep, trying not to gag when the tip went far into the back of your throat.

Max was a moaning mess by now, the grip in your hair almost painful by now, but you still loved it and having him at your mercy like that, even if he thought he was in control, was exactly what you wanted.

You fully intended to make Max cum. Yes, you wanted him inside you, too, but there was still enough time. Right now, you only wanted to please him, make up for your transgression. But Max seemed to have other plans, because he pulled your away from his cock. You looked up at him, licking your lips and you were both breathing heavily.

“You still haven’t begged”, he said breathless, but that cocky grin had returned to his face. You thought he might have forgotten about that already, but you knew Max, and the chance that he would forget something like that was slim to none. So it was either you begging or Max leaving. You knew he would have no qualms about pulling his pants up and walking out your apartment door, just to teach you a lesson. His self-control still persisting even in moments like this.

You took a deep breath.

“Please, Max, fuck me. Fuck me hard, make me cum. Please”, you voice sounded a little hoarse and there was also desperation that Max seemed to noticed, too. He didn’t show a reaction, though. Apparently not pleased with your begging.

“I’m sorry for sleeping with another guy. I should’ve known better. I only want you. Please, take me”, you then tried and you could feel yourself getting more desperate, wanting his approval. Wanting him.

“Okay, I forgive you, but only because you look so damn beautiful on your knees”, he said, reaching his hand out and placing his palm against your cheek, his thumb moving over your cheekbone and then down over your lips, dragging your bottom lip down a little. You leaned into his touch, eyelids fluttering shut.

“Please”, you whispered again and this time, that plea had slipped out almost involuntary. A moment of weakness, wanting him so bad it almost hurt.

“Bedroom. Now”, he ordered and when you looked up at him once more, you saw a smile on his lips and while he still had that predatory look in his eyes, there was also a gentleness.

You got up immediately and took his hand in yours, leading him into the bedroom with you. He then started undressing you and you did the same to him.

“Lay down on the bed, hands above your head” Max said and only now you noticed the tie in hands. The thought of him tying you up made a shiver run down your spine and wetness gather between your legs.

You lied down and then Max moved around the bed, tying your hands to your headboard with the tie. It was still loose enough to give you a little bit of freedom, but tight enough so you couldn’t touch Max or yourself for that matter. He then looked at you and his handy work, running a hand through his hair.

Max stood at the foot of the bed again, completely naked, manhood still fully erect. You squirmed under his gaze, finally wanting to feel his hands on you again and his cock inside of you. He then moved onto the bed and settled between your legs on his knees. He leaned down to kiss you and it was the first he kissed you that day. You wanted to run your hands through his hair, but were quickly reminded of the restraints around your wrists. So you just settled on moaning into his mouth and trying to move your hips against him for some friction.

His hands wandered over you body, squeezing your breasts and pinching your nipples. His tongue made its way into your mouth, tangling with yours in a deep, passionate kiss. He then kissed your neck and collarbones and you felt him mark you, leaving his own hickeys. He did the same to your breasts and hips and thighs. The message Max was trying to send was clear. You were his and anyone looking at you would know that now.

And it was also be a reminder for yourself.

He stayed between your thighs, placing kisses along the inside and getting closer to where you wanted him.

“Max”, you muttered out his name, raising your hips slightly as if to make him understand what you wanted him to do, but he already knew exactly what you wanted and needed. He indulged you then, finally, having tortured you long enough already. His mouth moved over your center, lapping at your folds and sucking on your clit. He had you moaning and whining in seconds, holding your hips in place with his hands to stop you from moving too much. The grip on your hips was iron and you felt your orgasm building up inside of you, a tight knot forming low in your stomach.

You pulled against your restraints, wanting to hold onto something, but you couldn’t move. Your hands grabbed on to the tie itself, needing something to grab as your orgasm crashed over you. You screamed out, arching your back, moaning his name.

He kept his mouth on you until you couldn’t stand it any longer, Max then kissed his way up your body again, pressing his lips to yours. You could taste yourself on him. While he still kissed you, you could feel that the tip of his cock moved between your folds and then he harshly thrust into you with a deep growl. The stretch was almost painful, but that made you love it even more.

He gave you only a few seconds to adjust before he started to move, setting a fast, hard pace. Your lips stayed more or less connected, moaning into each others mouths, breathing the others breaths.

His hands still roamed your body, touching you wherever he could and you wanted to touch him, too, but you knew that even begging wouldn’t help. He wouldn’t let you. The way he moved hit that spot inside you perfectly with each thrust and you knew that your next orgasm wasn’t far off.

He just kept going, rhythm not faltering even once, until your muscles started to clench around him and you reached your peak with another string of moans and curses.

Max didn’t stop yet, he just kept fucking you, still as hard and deep as in the beginning. It was almost too much at this point, you were so sensitive and exhausted, but when Max then reached between your bodies to rub his fingertips over your clit, your body couldn’t help but react to it. A third orgasm caught you completely off guard. Tears started prickling in the corners of your eyes and a tear or two might have even escaped, but you were so overwhelmed with feelings, you didn’t even really notice it.

As you clenched around him, he pushed into you once, twice, and then he spilled his seed inside of you. A strangled groan escaped his lips before he kissed you again, this time more languidly. Slow but deep. Max ran his fingers over your arms up to your restraints and then untied it with one hand. You immediately buried your fingers in his hair, deepening the kiss even more. He then pulled out of you and crashed down next to you, still breathing heavily. Max took your wrists in his hand and ran his fingers over the red marks there, trying to soothe the redness a little bit. You let out a soft sigh as you got more comfortable next to him and then Max wrapped an arm around.

Cuddling after sex had never really been a thing that you two had done. He would always only wait until you both had caught your breaths again and made sure that you were okay, but then he would always leave. You didn’t know what it meant that he stayed now. Didn’t know if this was a one-time thing or if he wanted more, like you. You knew that you needed to talk to him about it and especially about what he had said. That what we had meant something. You didn’t know what exactly he had meant with that, but you intended and needed to find out.

You were just too tired and spent to think about that right now, the need for sleep dragging you into its depth, Max’s arms still wrapped around you. And there was always tomorrow.

The thought of waking up next to him in the morning was a nice thought to fall asleep to.

(see ya for part 3 next monday?😌)

#max monday #submission

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gascon-en-exil · 4 years

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Joining the Game Late: S3E5 “Kissed by Fire”

Synopsis

The Hound fights the leader of the Brotherhood who’s got a +fire damage enchant on his sword and a bard with a resurrection spell on hand. Tormund and Jon do some heated staring, so Ygritte makes sure she’s still relevant by deflowering Jon. Roose Bolton screws with Jaime, but at least he and Brienne get a bath out of it. Olenna reminds Tyrion of the Tyrells’ generosity. Gendry and Arya have a thing, and then she talks about video game resurrection rules. The Karstarks take their vengeance, then Robb takes his. The Lord of Light takes all the fun out of adultery, but Stannis’s family hasn’t got much fun to begin with. Jaime monologues a flashback to his most infamous moment, followed by some significant cuts screaming “Targaryens are mad conquerors!” at the audience. Grey Worm of the Unsullied proves my point, while Jorah and Barristan swap war stories and political opinions. Robb has a plan, and it is going to go very badly. Surprise gay sex, courtesy of Littlefinger (still no dick though). Tywin is putting both his present children on the marriage market.

Commentary

The most profound moment of this episode to me - and no it’s not the gay sex or the gay UST, but put a pin in those for later - comes not so much from any single scene as a succession of three superficially unrelated scenes in the middle. First Jaime takes a bath with Brienne and shares with her his perspective on the event that saddled him with the title of Kingslayer, then Stannis’s daughter visits Davos in prison and brings him a book, and lastly Daenerys is on the move as Jorah and Barristan have a dialogue about the qualities of the leaders they’ve served. While each of these scenes accomplish their characterization and relationship development aims in isolation, the common thread joining them together is the legacy of Targaryen conquest and madness. We learn from Jaime that Aerys was willing to burn everyone in King’s Landing alive, then there’s a cut to Shireen’s gift of a book on Aegon’s conquest to a man imprisoned in the old Targaryen stronghold of Dragonstone, and finally we cut to the heir of that legacy with her army marching towards a new conquest. Had I not known beforehand how this is all going to end with Daenerys I probably wouldn’t have picked up on that subtle through line, but it’s there and underscoring again that she’s not entirely the heroic liberator she appears to be on the surface. That reading exists somewhat on the surface level too - the Unsullied are indeed not going to adjust easily to life as free men, and Jorah’s absolute vote of confidence in Dany when Barristan asks him is colored by the audience’s knowledge that he wants to sleep with her - but the connection punches hard. That it also incorporates a fantastic monologue by Jaime that replaces what probably would have been a less effective and more expensive flashback scene as well as a sweet moment for Davos that caps off the other unsettling scenes of Stannis’s family are makes it all the more excellent.

I’m still waiting to see where Arya’s story goes, because for now the most I’ve got is that the Lord of Light (who is worshiped by people in Westeros other than Melisandre’s followers, apparently?) gives you DnD cleric powers. I know where Robb is going, symbolic callbacks to his father and retributive cycles of violence and all, but at the moment it feels a bit stuck in the middle. Putting those aside, let’s get back to that gay sex. The Jon/Tormund moment is emotionally charged but leads instead to the sex scene that we’ve been waiting on ever since Ygritte first appeared, and I’ve not much to say about that except snark that for as sexually adventurous as she claims the wildlings are they’ve seemingly never heard of cunnilingus. The serious M/M moment this episode occurs between Loras and Olyvar, a squire revealed immediately afterward to be one of Littlefinger’s spies and presumably a prostitute. I’ve read that this character is original to the show and that in the books Loras remains faithful to Renly’s memory, and I’m of two minds about that. It’s obviously a hard *snickers* pill to swallow for Loras/Renly shippers, but conversely it’s entirely in the nature of the Tyrells and, speaking from personal experience, the French they loosely represent to pursue other lovers after one has died or been otherwise lost. Besides, I can think of another instance in contemporary fantasy fiction of a gay man (this one an Anglo) who committed himself to a life of celibacy after his one romantic relationship turned sour, and a bunch of the fandom was pissed off at what it said about the author’s stance on homosexuality and how she appeared to be using the reveal mostly for retroactive recognition. Ahem. In any case, I welcome this development especially if it leads to some more gay sex scenes, but I really hope they aren’t as tame as this one. Why the hell is Loras still wearing pants when he looks primed to bottom (again?)!? In the month since I started binging this show I’ve seen more breasts and vaginas than I’ve ever had or wanted to see in my entire life, and this is how you make it up to me, GoT?

Oh, and totally random, but how creepy is it that Stannis’s wife keeps their stillborn children preserved in jars in her room? That’s worse than this rather loopy religion teacher I had in high school who had named and separately buried his wife’s multiple stillbirths and even listed them alongside his living children when asked how many he had. At least infant mortality rates today are low enough to where one might theoretically develop an emotional attachment to a fetus, but in this universe?

#Game of Thrones #GoT

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incognito-lionbeast · 4 years

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// Spoilers, this actually happens a little further into my fic than I have posted right now. So, for a little context: Aina convinced the others to spend the night at her apartment, because she has an extra room/a pull out sofa & it’s just easier if they’re all in one place.

Anyway, here’s an excerpt of some self-indulgent Hurt/Comfort involving Aina & two rowdy boys. I have no regrets & must share

Galo shifted in her absence, eagerly conquering the freshly-opened space all to himself; thankfully, and much to Aina’s relief, that was all that happened. He was still asleep. Good. Guilt was the only follow up if she’d woken him for this; he had so much on his mind already, she--Aina bit her lip to stifle herself, heart weighing heavily on her conscience as she slowly picked her way toward the balcony. There was no guarantee that the fresh midnight air would do anything for her flushed cheeks or the tears trickling down them, but she couldn’t lay in bed feeling sorry for herself, either.

It was too much. Everything was too much, backlogged emotions piling up until the dam burst and she couldn’t stop thinking. Aina fought a losing battle, clutching the railing with all her might to stave off a complete, sobbing breakdown. She had to be strong. For herself. For her sister. For everyone in her apartment still soundly asleep with the weight of the world on their shoulders. Galo would have understood; he knew what it was like--he knew what it was to feel this kind of loneliness--but she couldn’t bare it. For every second she spent worrying about what was going to happen to her sister, he... Kray was his hero.

Kray was an idiot. Worse than that--! Worse than anything. She scolded herself, sinking down til her forehead met her hands and smooth, cold metal. He couldn’t help her right now. Maybe. Maybe, they could talk later. Maybe when she wasn’t such a guilty mess, maybe when her eyes weren’t full of tears. They left little pools in her wake, sliding off the railing as they soon fell prey to gravity. Just as everything else did. She hoped her neighbours wouldn’t notice. She hoped...

Exhaustion had to take over eventually, right? She wanted the peaceful bliss of nothingness again and the warmth of a shared bed. Even if that was only by necessity--five people in one apartment was a mess--Galo was a nice man. Stupidly warm and stupidly kind, stupid all around sometimes, but he was a good friend. Aina shivered, praying for the world to stop moving so fast, if only for a moment. Long enough to collect herself so she could go back and leave this melancholy to the stars.

Yet, it wasn’t meant to be.

“Oi,” a voice called to her softly, accusingly. Meis, dressed somewhat less than usual, had also fought valiantly with himself and lost--loitering just outside the door, hoping that the problem would solve itself. It didn’t. It wouldn’t. Aina hadn’t noticed him before or the tired, forced sigh that heralded his entry. Aw, fuck. Meis muttered, dredging a hand through his hair as he got closer. Comforting sobbing ladies wasn’t his forte. Never claimed that it was. Awkwardly, he placed a hand on her shoulder. “Couldn’t sleep?”

Aina wanted to disappear, voice hardly above a rasping whisper, “...no, did I--did.. I wake you? I’m sorry.”

“Nah.” Another sigh, a shrug, and his hand gently smoothed over where it laid. There, there? Shit, why was he the one handling this? They barely knew each other, and this--whatever it was, probably wasn’t his business. Still, what kinda guest would he be if he just ignored their host? All alone and totally upset. Context clues said that she didn’t want to be bothered, but fuck if he listened to them, either. This way no one could say that he hadn’t tried. “Woke up to piss. What’s up?”

At least Meis was... honest? A pitiful sputter of laughter followed, and Aina tried to straighten even just a little bit--just enough for his bright pink tank top to finally reach eye-level; she couldn’t look at his face yet. Too embarrassed. He caught her red-eyed and puffy-cheeked. How was she supposed to explain that to him? How could she explain any of this to him? She--her sister had done such terrible things. Of them all, the goddamn Mad Burnish weren’t the ones who owed her any sympathy.

“It’s.. personal.” Aina said, far too aware of them touching. It was soft and stranger than anything, locking her in place with the anxiety of simply not knowing how to react. To it, to Meis. Overall.

“Alright,” Meis tilted his head, gaze resting upon the horizon, past the building and the lot below them, and into the starry city lights. Nice night. It would be a damn shame to waste it being miserable and lonely. It was a shame to waste it not sleeping, either, but he had a few hours to kill before the point of no return. Screw it. If Gueira missed him, then they weren’t exactly hard to find. And he would find them. He had found them. “Don’t tell me. I’ll make up a reason.”

Meis didn’t wait for an answer, “Right now, my reason is that I don’t wanna be known as the asshole who ignored a nice girl bawling her eyes out. Sound fair?”

Aina nodded hesitantly, and to his credit, her sobbing had eased with company. Yet, although the trembling faded and her body stilled, tears still threatened to spill over again at any moment. She tried wiping them away--to save the tatters of her shredded dignity--albeit ineffectually. She wanted to explain something, anything to make up for it. Something to cling to that wasn’t abruptly monologuing her whole life story to a man only trying to be decent. She settled for a half truth, “Sorry, I’m just overwhelmed.”

“Shit happens.” Meis glanced her way and then back over his shoulder. Gueira wasted no time noticing he was gone, huh? Sometimes he tried to remember what his life was like before they were attached at the hip. Probably less exciting. Yet, leering incredulously from inside, Gueira mouthed, ‘What are you doing?’ What wasn’t he doing? And why weren’t you doing it with him? Come join the party, you Burnish bastard. Meis insisted, jerking his chin toward Aina.

Son of a.. Gueira shoved his hands into his jacket, accepting his fate--but know this, Meis, it was not without light protest--and strolling out to take his place on the other side of their host. Unfazed by her surprise, he greeted Aina with a lazy ‘hey’, fumbling with the lining of his pockets for something. Two somethings. What the hell. All three of them were going to Hell in a hand-basket for not thinking this through, anyway. The least he could do was make it a little more enjoyable, finally producing a lighter and a pack of cigarettes. Chastise him later.

“Do you smoke?” Gueira offered. He wouldn’t believe her if she said yes. Hell, he almost couldn’t believe it when she obliged, cracking up as he watched in real time as Aina’s puffy red face considered, bargained, and eventually gave in with the quietest ‘no’ he’d ever heard in his life. Her voice even cracked. Christmas, this girl was going to kill him someday, and it’d be an honour dying to something this funny. Sure, her hands were wobbly and she’d clearly never held a cigarette in her life, but who was he to stop her from making bad life choices?

“Good, neither do we.” He grinned, lighting them up before passing his lighter over to Meis. It was a damn good thing he’d kept it or else this might’ve been a little awkward. Being powerless again was a real pain in the ass. Though, draping an arm over Aina’s nearest shoulder, Gueira didn’t mind invading her space while he took a drag--snickering when Aina’s attempt to follow through ended as totally expected. Little Miss Goody Two-Shoes never smoked a day in her life. She coughed, bracing herself against the railing. Ow.

“You know, Galo would kill me if he saw,” Aina managed through embarrassed sputtering. Leave her alone, her training was to avoid breathing in smoke, not to welcome it. It was vile. A stupid, no-good distraction, but a distraction, nonetheless. All the while, Meis’ hand had long dropped to her waist, trapping her in this poor decision with one bad influence on either side. She didn’t mind, though.

“Yeah, Lio, too,” Meis agreed in an exhale, nudging her. “So, don’t tell boss. We were supposed to quit.”

Sometimes, though, rules were there to be broken. Much like the ones in Aina’s lease that forbade smoking on the property, but who was gonna stop them? Nobody that was awake, that’s who. Besides, Aina wasn’t crying anymore, right? Hell, he considered this a mission fucking accomplished, and she got brownie points for being cool about it. They weren’t close and this was probably just a band-aid for whatever brought her outside in the first place, but--maybe that was all she needed right now. He wasn’t sure.

Her friends would figure it out.

“It’s our secret,” Aina promised, wading through her guilt to give them a small, crooked smile. Neither of them saw, but she knew it was there. That’s what mattered.

#Promare #Aina Ardebit #Meis #Gueira #WIP

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pricechecktranslations · 5 years

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I am definitely not the best at my listening Japanese, and it doesn't help that they speak SO DARN FAST that I have trouble catching all of the words. So, it's possible I'm saying all this stuff while having misunderstood things, missed things, etc.

But, these are my many scattered thoughts on the Daughter of Evil musical, written as I was watching it in full for the first time (so, might not be the best thought out or expressed but still):

-Despite all of the changes, it's interesting to see how many moments appear to be lifted directly from the novels. It does feel like they had a good familiarity with the source material, but for whatever reason chose to make the story different (perhaps in part to have it be a standalone adaptation rather than going into the entire Daughter of Evil series lore).

-"The Orange Coast" is a very nice song, and I like it a lot. In fact, I like a lot of the songs that are exclusive to the musical. The exposition song about the plight of the starving people, the duet between Riliane and Kyle (the irony in that both are fond of each other but as Riliane sings of her excitement for the wedding Kyle is eager to break it off), Clarith's lament after losing Michaela, etc. There's only a few that I really disliked, either because they weren't sung well or because they felt too anachronistic in their instrumentals. However, because they had their own songs the ones that mothy made felt out of place. The only one I think really fit was Regret Message and the eponymous Daughter of Evil.

-The candy castle is pitiful. It's supposed to be an extravagant display of Riliane's utter selfish greed, to have something so large that she can't even eat all of it while her people are starving. It should be at least twice the size that it is in the play--it's supposed to be much taller than the average person, with enough room that someone could conceivably be inside.

-Riliane being unrepentant might be one of the things that pisses off fans the most, but it feels somewhat more appropriate in this adaptation. This version of Riliane shows far more awareness of the evil in her actions and how it makes her look, even taking a more active role in them, as opposed to the more innocent and sheltered Riliane of the book. Her biggest regret in the end is not that she was a horrible person (because she seems to have sort of made her peace with that early on) but that she didn't appreciate Allen's loyalty and devotion to her when she had the chance. Her dismissal of him is far more explicit in this version, where he outright tells her to her face that he's on her side and she just scoffs at him, and she spends most of the story talking about how alone she is. Basically, their relationship is the focus of her character arc rather than her morality. Even her will to live at the end is almost solely because he died for her rather than finding her own reason to live.

-Josephine is a diva and I kind of love it. I don't necessarily mind the addition of ridiculous elements like a talking horse (well, who talks to other horses anyway)--this is a stage play after all. Breaking the fourth wall is kind of an intrinsic part of theatre, and I'm always of the mind that a live performance being entertaining is more important than it being dramatic. But that's just my tastes, I think.

-I will say, the guy who plays Allen is TERRIBLE at the songs they have him sing. That's not to say he can't sing at all, but songs like "I'm a Servant" really show that he just can't hit those notes to save his life. I also don't care much for his acting, it feels a little like he's substituting shouting for emotion. Germaine is sort of the same way, but I don't mind it as much from her because her character is supposed to be boisterous.

-The exclusion of Elluka doesn't really bother me, as she had very little plot presence in the first novel to begin with (note, I don't think she's removed entirely--there appear to be some allusions to her character existing, such as in the early exposition segment with Mariam and Leonhart where she's on the other side of the stage as a hooded figure in shadow). I think it might be possible that they did so as a part of the overall trend of the musical removing the fantasy elements to begin with--no Elluka, no magic, no mention of Michaela as a former spirit (although...there is that vision of her that Allen has, not sure what to make of that), etc. In fact, the inclusion of demons is deconstructed by Keel later in the story, speculating that such things are merely scapegoats people use to hide the evil already lurking within themselves. ...Although, well...Leonhart seems to show up as a ghost...So...

-Michaela and Clarith's dynamic is interesting. It's much more light-hearted than the heavy themes of abuse and emotional recovery in Wiegenlied--Michaela's more of a happy-go-lucky pixie dream girl with no social awareness at all than simply naive about human relationships, and Clarith is down to earth and shy rather than brooding and self-demeaning at every turn (I think maybe because they shifted her into the viewpoint character). Though that might be a result of seeing them after they've already moved to Aceid. One change I found entertaining is that it's Keel who hires them for Michaela's singing instead of Mikina hiring Clarith out of generosity towards an oppressed minority, and as a result Michaela ends up making this big show about how she absolutely must have Clarith with her and that she can't do anything without her. It's cute.

-Keel is supremely entertaining and I like his character in this a lot. He's an excellent choice for outside narrator. Even in the novels he was kind of the one guy that wasn't bogged down by a bunch of emotional drama.

-There are a lot of extreme tonal shifts. Funny things following really dramatic things (Michaela and Clarith's introduction follows Germaine's declaration of war, Kyle being a goofball in the revolution follows Allen's attempts at getting Micheala to safety while struggling with his orders to kill her, etc). I think the biggest and most jarring tonal shift is Josephine defending Allen from Kyle and his lackey, though--that's the one that kind of took me right out of the story, though I will say Josephine's actor is quite good with the dance-battling. This is a big contrast from Evillious--I don't think there are many, if any scenes where mothy deliberately sacrifices dramatic moments for a joke. I don’t know if it’s made worse by the fact that Josephine fighting with a sword may not have been a joke, and it may have been something we were supposed to take seriously.

-I wonder why they kept in the green onion. I guess because it's a good character joke for Michaela, but plot-wise it no longer serves any actual purpose without Elluka and Gumillia. In fact, its inclusion kind of makes Michaela seem a bit weirder as a person, because instead of it being a magical tool that she uses she's just excitedly showing it off to people and coming up with random things you could do with it. It's a little egregious too because, while the girl who sings for Michaela is actually quite good, I don't think her voice is well suited to the "Very Amazing Green Onion" song that goes with it. It's kind of used as a vehicle for Allen's developing crush, but...Well, I'm not sure I'd develop feelings for someone just because they ranted about a vegetable at me for a few minutes.

-Kyle is...a strange fish. I think the reduction of his character to a lovestruck fool makes some sense because this is how he comes off before his character development in the series, and his psychological issues are a little too complex to go into in a two hour musical that's not even about him. So, instead of "this guy was heavily emotionally abused and then possessed by a lust demon", they go with "he's a big enough idiot to cause all this political strife over a crush". He's an outright parody of himself in every way, in every scene (like him being all diva about his Karchess identity). Having his little toady around him (I'm not sure if that's supposed to be Arkatoir or not but I do know he mispronounces Kyle's name) serves as a good balance to the energy of his character, so I think that's well done. But I also can't help but find him obnoxious, and while I think he actually can sing, his voice cracks a lot at bad times. I certainly don't love him like I did his novel character, but then given that this is a stage adaptation I think all of them are a bit more shallow than in the story proper. This is, of course, not taking into account how thoroughly unpleasant he becomes after Michaela's death, but that's somewhat in character, so.

-I question a lot of the costuming choices that aren't based directly on the novel appearances. Minis, for example, does not look like a French minister at all.

-Reina is very good at playing both Riliane's harsh, cold side, and her playful, childish side. But these two sides don't always feel like they come from the same person, which I'm not sure is a credit to the way the character is played or a detriment. It does make for a frightening shift when her murderous declarations come after a childish tantrum (like her declaring war on Elphegort). She is, also, very good at singing, which is notable considering how at least half the other cast is not so good.

-There is a neat little callback during the revolution that I liked--Germaine is introduced as fighting the palace soldiers for fun (and winning) to show off what a brash tomboy she is, and she fights those same soldiers the same way later on (it's kind of sad, actually, as they don't want to fight her).

-The framing of events near the end is actually somewhat interesting--it blends together the green invasion with the revolution, intermixing Michaela's death with the main emotional climax of the plot. The whole play in general feels rushed and lacking in enough time to truly develop all it's trying to accomplish (like, for example, WHY Michaela's death is such a big deal for everyone), but this part is actually well executed. Also note that Michaela was burned alive in this version (Ney spreads a rumor that Germaine is a witch who set the fire).

-I'm not exactly an expert but the fight scenes are decently choreographed and enjoyable to watch (though some of the extras are a bit lackluster in their performance, imo).

-I do like how they blended Chartette and Mariam's fight with Germaine and Gast's--it's a good way to save time without Gast there (I mean, his primary contribution outside of being a Final Boss was the Venom mercenaries causing tension in the country, and there isn't enough time for that so I understand cutting him out too), and has some depth with Chartette moved by Germaine's strength and determination into helping defeat her instead of continuing to defend the palace. We also get to see Mariam as the badass she is, which is nice. Though, I think the song they sing while they're fighting would be better if they weren't clearly running out of breath from the actual physical fighting (I know lip-synching is taboo in SOME circles but having the song pre-recorded might have helped? I don't know).

-I don't know what to make of Ney--partially because she's one of those people that speaks too fast for me to really understand, but I'm also not sure how we're to take her character without all the backstory and latter-end plot relevance behind it. She's certainly creepy, which I suppose is the most important thing. She does seem to have the same role--a double agent for the queen of Marlon--but it's severely watered down by the lack of Prim's presence in the story.

-I know that it's leading up to something heartwarming, but there is something kind of creepy to me about Allen shouting "TAKE YOUR CLOTHES OFF" at Riliane. And in general, I find a lot of the emotional moments undercut by the shouting melodrama of the acting. But, there is something interesting in Riliane actively agreeing to Allen's twin switch after he talks her into it, rather than being tricked into it like in the novel. The depiction of the tradeoff is good too, showing Allen literally taking her place at the guillotine as he monologues his feelings to make it more clear what it is he's doing, with us actually getting Riliane's perspective on the whole thing whereas her emotions on his switch weren't really explored properly in the novel.

-Honestly, I didn't mind the way the revolution ended either. It's...kind of supposed to be a dreary end. That's the point--Germaine's quest for vengeance only served to bring harm to the people she loved, and while they did depose Riliane, who was a genuinely terrible monarch, the ultimate structure of the country with nobles on top remains unchanged for generations afterwards. Germaine being killed sucks, but then if this is a standalone there's really no more need for her character (and killing her is what Kyle tries to do a few years down the line in the books anyway, for the same reasons too. It's also sadly in character for the version of him in this musical).

-I would also suggest that instead of people calling him Kyle, they follow his toady's lead and call him "Kael" instead.

-I actually think Riliane's declaration that she's evil at the end is meant to be...more an expression of her lack of self-worth. When she's escaping she expresses doubt as to how to be a good person, and shock that Allen would give his life for her in spite of who she is. When she says "I regret nothing, because I'm evil", I don't think that's meant to be taken as a boast. I think really the big thing is that this story is made to be a tragedy, not necessarily the Daughter of Evil series' idea of growing as a person. Though, that doesn't mean I like the ending with her telling Clarith to bow to her necessarily--I think it kind of exists just to be a bookend of "this is the Daughter of Evil" rather than giving the audience something to chew on after they leave the theater. They had a perfect opportunity to capitalize on the idea of Clarith and Riliane being similar (lonely people that had someone die in their place, sort of) and bonding over that, but they missed it.

In conclusion: Eh, I liked it. I wouldn’t necessarily watch it again, but if I could ever see it live that might be nice.

#()price speaks #i do not think it's the best thing ever #but i think some of the hate it gets is unfair #even if i find the novels superior as a story #i don't see the point in getting worked up and angry over a musical changing things #which is what musicals do all the time

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rogsclogs · 5 years

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Some Day One Day (Brian May x Reader); Part 1.

Hello everyone! I’ve been getting requests to do a longer series instead of my usual ones so here’s me trying out a long series for once! Feedback is always welcome so please do let me know what you think of it!

Enjoy :)

Very brief summary: Y/N is a college student who has to take Mr. May’s class in order to apply for the masters degree course she wants, but she ends up finding herself tangled up in a web of emotions and feelings that might take her on a different road.

Y/N had been getting ready for her last class of the second semester for a while, knowing how everyone who took that class always seemed to have struggles passing and not wanting to end up in the same place as them.

She was a physics major, numbers were her everyday companions, but this class would definitely challenge her ability to read through long problems and figure out the solution within a couple of minutes, and she knew that. She’d went over all her maths and physics notes from the past three years for over a month before feeling ready to face the lecture and she still had some anxiety left in her, no matter how many times she’d repeated the formulas in her head and wrote them down on paper. It’s not like she had a test on that day or anything, she just wanted to make sure she wouldn't fall behind and realize too late that she was lost.

What if she wasn’t smart enough to pass this class? Her parents would be so upset with her and they’d make a big deal out of it, even though she’d been acing her way through every class since the beginning of college.

She wanted to get into arts school, but since she’d always been very clever and good with numbers, her parents pushed her to get into a scientific field, limiting her choice (as they’d always done) and making her do what they thought was more fitting. She knew that, in a way, they were trying to do what was best for her, but she’d always suspected there was selfishness involved, and the more she grew up the more she could recognize it was mostly that.

Nevertheless, she loved physics and felt so accomplished whenever she aced one of the many exams she had every three to four months and some of her friends would look at her with envy because of how natural and simple she made it seem.

Out of all the fields she had looked into, her favorite one was by far astrophysics, she’d read countless books on the topic and had decided that her place was with the stars, she belonged amongst them, and she knew from the beginning she’d try her hardest to get her masters degree in astrophysics.

However, she had to get accepted in the program first. And, in order to get accepted, she needed to take Mr. May’s class, there was no getting around that. He taught astrophysics to older students who were already working on their masters degree and he tutored them when they had to start their thesis, that’s all she knew about him. Actually, she also knew that even though the class she was going to be taking was made specifically for students wanting to get into astrophysics and therefore it wouldn't be impossible for her to pass, Mr May wanted to make sure they could get a glimpse into the real and demanding world of stars and planets, so he tended to be very strict. She knew deep down she had the knowledge to do great, but more often than not she let her insecurities get the best of her and tear her down.

As she finally found her class on campus and went in, she realized that no one was sat behind the professor’s desk, which was bizarre because while she wasn’t late (she would rather die than be late to lectures), she wasn’t that early either and most students were already sat down, waiting patiently for someone to show up.

And someone did, but it wasn’t who Y/N was expecting at all.

A very tall and lanky man rushed inside the classroom carrying a small backpack on his back and a cup of coffee in his right hand, his massive head of curly hair bobbed around as he walked fast, clearly annoyed at himself for being somewhat late, and reached his desk, throwing all his belongings carelessly on it and finally taking a deep breath.

Y/N couldn't help but notice that he looked nothing like a ‘stereotypical’ professor, in fact she thought he was just another student trying to take the piss before watching him pull out a bunch of papers and signing them. The classroom wasn't the biggest and Y/N always sat front row, so that allowed her to take some time to really look at his figure.

His eyebrows were slightly furrowed, giving him a strict outlook which was softened by the gentleness of his big brown eyes that were focused on whatever it was that he was writing on a piece of paper, and his clothes were rather casual, especially considering the authority he had on campus, he was always looked up to by other students and professors alike, but there was a certain humbleness to him, almost like he didn't know about other people’s opinions or he didn't care enough.

His attire helped Y/N to relax, maybe the course wouldn't be so bad after all and she’d do just fine.

When Mr. May was done writing down the last few things, he finally turned around and took a good look at his class, sipping on his now cold coffee every once in a while and smiling warmly as he was always happy to start a new semester and to share his passion for astrophysics with talented students. He loved having small classes too, being able to connect on a personal level with everyone involved was crucial for him to help them out when they needed it.

“Hello class, welcome to your first ever astrophysics lecture” his voice got everyone’s attention back to the front of the class with the only exception of Y/N who hadn't taken her eyes off him since he got in, she was fascinated by his persona and now by his voice as well, which was so sweet she swore it coated the grey walls of the lecture room with a layer of honey.

“I’m Mr. May and I’m very glad to see that so many of you applied for this course, which obviously means that there's many young people out there who find interest in the vast and intriguing world of astronomy and astrophysics, and I could not be happier about that” his lips stretched into a comforting smile that reached his eyes, Y/N couldn't understand nor try to explain what was going on inside her head but she’d never felt so captivated by someone before, and maybe it was just because of his authority figure status, but she found it hard to focus on the words he spoke rather than on his lips. He was introducing the course and all the things they were required to buy for it, books and calculators and all that jazz, but she could only think about those lips on her neck. Not that she’d ever admit it to someone out loud.

“So, I hope you guys won’t hate me or try to slash my tires once class is over, but I have decided to have you all take a test this morning” a loud groaning noise erupted from the group of students who all looked distressed from the new information and Y/N was no exception. Yes, she’d been getting ready for the eventuality, but would that be enough?

“Everybody settle down, please. It’s not an actual test that you’ll be graded for, it’s just my way of figuring out how knowledgeable you all are and how much I need to revise with you. You’ll be fine, don’t be so dramatic” he joked and Y/N’s heart fluttered even more as she left out a soft laugh along with her classmates. So he was handsome, smart, kind and funny? Seemed a bit too good to be true. She didn't even know why such thought were running through her head, he was clearly much older than her 22 year old self, and even though there were no visible rings on his slim fingers, that didn't mean he was single, and he was a respectable professional person who'd never even look her way twice. But she couldn't help but fantasize and imagine what his hand would feel like caressing her cheek.

No matter how much her parents had tried to shelter her from everything going on in the outside world, Y/N had always found ways to sneak around their demands and worries and she’d always been a wild one at heart, having her first experiences with boys at a relatively young age, which would get her murdered if her parents were ever to find out. She’d always been an extrovert, she lived her life out loud but kept it hidden and safe from prying eyes. Her libido was currently skyrocketing and she was indeed ashamed of her thoughts, but she was young and needy and truly not in the position to even consider flirting with the man she’d taken an interest to, but she was allowed to watch and dream as he passed a bunch of papers around the room with a number of questions written on it.

Her eyes lingered on his hand a bit too long when he passed her a copy of the sheet, and when he gently smiled at her (she knew he was probably just being kind but hey, she couldn't stop herself from hoping, that's how infatuation works) she knew she’d work hard to get his attention, no matter what it took.

As she took a look at the set of questions, she let out a breath of relief as she was able to figure out the answer to a couple of them just by reading them. She finally found the strength to focus on the math and numbers in front of her, as she worked fast and wrote down formulas and variables. Numbers were the easiest thing in the world for her to work out, their properties were fascinating and the things you could do with them were mind-blowing. Kind of like Mr. May, in a way.

She worked through all the questions at the speed of light, and she was the first one to hand the paper in.

She was satisfied with her work, Mr. May could tell by her demeanor and the smile on his face only grew in size when she approached him to hand him her sheet

“Done already, miss? That's impressive!” He truly was impressed, the questions were definitely not the hardest out there but they weren't all that easy to work through either, and he was delighted to find that at least one of his students was so advanced already.

“You might not even need this class, after all” he lightly joked with Y/N and caused her to giggle while still trying to keep her voice low out of respect for the rest of her classmates still working.

“I doubt that, but thank you very much Mr. May” her eyes sparkled with admiration for the beautiful man in front of her, she just wanted to reach out and touch him but she knew better than that.

“Well, since you’re already done, feel free to leave, I thought this test would take up the whole lecture time but apparently not for everyone” he said as he put on his glasses to take a quick look at her sheet. The first two questions were solved magnificently and with ease, he could tell by her writing that she went straight to the point because she knew the answer from the beginning, and he couldn’t help but feel admiration for the girl.

“Thank you Mr. May, have a great afternoon” she whispered as she collected her stuff and walked out of the class, moving her hips maybe a tad more than she usually would, hoping to catch his attention.

While the rest of the students finished their work, he went to correct her answers, none of which were wrong, and he finally found out her name, Y/N Y/L/N. He sat back on his chair and thought about their interaction, he couldn't deny that he was intrigued by such a smart person, but he stopped his train of thought right then and there, not wanting it to get inappropriate. She was definitely going to be stuck in his mind for a while though.

#Brian May #Brian May x reader #queen imagines #queen x reader #queen fic #queen fandom #borhap #bohemian rhapsody #writeblr #fanfiction #some day one day

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apriumjam · 5 years

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Satsuriku no Tenshi Light Novel Volume 1 - B3 (Part 4)

Satsuriku no Tenshi - Until Death Do Them Part - B3 (Part 4)

Story by Makoto Sanada, written by Chiren Kina, illustrations by Negiyan, translations by me.

If you want to help out with translations, feel free to contact me!

Prologue | B7 | B6 | B5 | B4 (Part 1 / Part 2) | B3 (Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4) | Zack’s Memory || Index

A wide, open room spreads out before her, lit by bright fluorescent lights.

The walls and floor are both pure white. It’s as if the room was just recently built, or perhaps recently repainted. There’s not a speck of dirt to be seen. At the far end of the room is a large monitor and a complicated-looking machine; a wall of clear, bulletproof glass serves as a barrier. In other words, this is a dead end.

“…”

(There’s nowhere to go…)

She knows Zack is drawing nearer even without looking behind her.

Taking in a small breath, Ray stands completely still.

…I can’t go back anymore. There wouldn’t be a point even if I did. There’s nowhere to run…

(And nowhere to go home to…)

“Your mother and father…are waiting for you in hell – ”

As she stands there motionlessly, she dimly remembers what Danny had told her while she had lain upon the operating table.

(Doctor…is hell an even worse place than that house…?)

She slowly turns to face the entrance to the room.

Zack stands there silently, not even a bit out of breath. And the Zack staring at her right now looks different than both the Zack she had first met, and the Zack who had accompanied her to this floor. He stares at her with hollow eyes.

“…”

Wordlessly, slowly, he approaches her. Then, he lifts up the grim reaper-like scythe once more, and brandishes it toward her.

(Zack, I’m sorry…I’m going to make you a liar…)

She slowly closes her eyes.

(…But…if he kills me here, I’m sure that I can go to heaven…)

Secretly, beneath her eyelids, this is what she thinks.

And then –

“Bang!”

A loud noise reverberates throughout the room – so loud it makes her heart seize.

(…!)

A bad feeling stirs within her. After all – that was unmistakably the sound of gunfire.

She opens her eyes wide, and sees Zack kneeling on the ground, hanging his head as he crouches there. Blood spills from his calves, staining the floor like some kind of juice.

“Ahahahah!”

Cathy appears behind the glass along with that insane laughter.

“So sorry for cutting things short just while things were getting good! This is my gun room, so I shot you.” Cathy’s voice is calm as Ray stares at her dumbfoundedly.

“…Gun room.”

“Yes. Just look around at all those guns pointing at you! I can make them aaaall shoot you with just a flick of this button. Amazing, right?” As she speaks, a number of gun muzzles poke out from the white walls. They’re surrounded at all sides – this definitely isn’t something they can avoid, like at B3’s entrance.

“Ah, putting that aside…watching your fall out just now…was veeery thrilling! Especially you, Zack! You truly are my ideal sinner! You struggle and writhe, but in the end, you truly can’t hold back your impulses! How wonderful…!” Cathy speaks to him in an ecstatic tone of voice – though her words don’t match her appearance of a lovestruck maiden. Just remembering how Zack had looked as he had abruptly changed expression and given chase after Ray makes Cathy tremble in excitement.

“…Shut…up…!” Zack slowly stands, dragging himself to his feet, and glowers at Cathy from behind the wall.

“…Zack!” Reacting to his voice, Ray instinctively rushes up to him.

“Stay away! I’ll kill you!” he barks out in rejection, glaring at her sharply.

“See? It seemed like you got a little control back from the pain, but look at you. You just can’t…hold back, can you?” Cathy licks her lips as she watches Zack desperately trying to stop himself from raising a hand against Ray. She speaks with the full intent of provoking him.

“Aah?! You just try to piss everyone off! I’ll kill ya!”

“Ahahahah, I only speak the truth. And the one who is going to be killed is the sinner – in other words, you, Zack. …Look. Rachel Gardner. I’ll give you this.”

From behind the bulletproof glass, Cathy tosses a red gun over to land at Ray’s feet, as if it were a piece of trash.

“You’ll be even with that, right? Now, kill each other! And then I’ll give the winner an even more splendid punishment!” She laughs shrilly, sounding entertained from the bottom of her heart.

In her insane mind, she vividly sees Zack and Ray’s beautiful battle. Her chest bursts with her insatiable desire to see it, to see it now.

(Kill each other – )

After a brief silence –

“…What’s the point in doing something like that?” Ray asks disinterestedly. Cathy’s expression changes immediately.

“Haah? Oh, stop it. You truly are boring. What’s the point in looking for something like meaning? Do you think something will come out of it? A sinner can’t accomplish anything. So there’s no need to look for meanings in anything you do.”

Cathy’s expression doesn’t fit a beautiful woman at all.

(…Boring…)

Ray falls into silence once more.

“…How fuckin’ boring…being some doll’s tool…”

(Zack thinks I’m boring, too…)

Did mom and dad not listen to me…because they also thought I was boring…?

(…But all I wanted…was to have a puppy…)

Why did things turn out this way?

On that cold night, the puppy had stared at her from out of that dirty, broken cardboard box, as if asking for helped. Thinking of that lovely face, Ray gently leans down to pick up the gun.

(It’s heavy…)

That feeling causes Ray’s memories to grow even more vivid.

“Now, entertain me…!”

Cathy’s voice grows more excited. She sees Ray’s movement as a signal that her awaited match is about to start.

(…Entertain…)

…But that wasn’t…entertaining…

“If yer gonna shoot, hurry up,” Zack says. The girl stands motionlessly in front of him, not even lifting the gun to point it at him.

“Hey, could it be, you’re afraid of pulling the trigger? You can’t escape from being a boring, uninteresting girl?” Cathy attempts to goad her into action. It’s almost like Ray really has become a doll.

“…No.” Staring fixatedly at the gun she holds, she says this clearly.

“Hey, Ray, even if ya don’t shoot me, I can’t stop myself from killing!” Zack yells, his eyebrows furrowing beneath his bandages.

The pointed end of the scythe trembles near the skin of Ray’s pale neck, skin which has never been burnt by the sun. But the blade doesn’t feel cold anymore.

“…I won’t shoot you.” After looking away for a moment, she says this firmly and resolutely.

“…That so. But I wanna kill so bad I can’t help it!” Zack’s voice is mixed with sorrow and frustration.

(Argh, shit!)

I don’t wanna kill ya like this. This is fuckin’ humiliating. I can’t even control myself. I know I don’t wanna kill ya right now.

But he can’t – stop.

(I wanna kill…)

When I try to think, that’s all I can think about. I want to feel that thrill so much. But if I killed you right now, I wouldn’t. All I want to do…is kill someone with my own two hands. I feel like I’m going insane.

“Haah…haah…”

Zack looks as if he’s trying to stop himself. His breathing becomes more and more ragged.

“…I’m sorry. I’m going to make you kill me while I’m still boring.” Ray sounds as if she understands everything.

“Yeah, yer right…! I’ll feel like shit! That’s why I told ya t’ shoot me already! Ya won’t miss from this range!” Halfway through, his voice changes as if to try to persuade her.

“…I won’t shoot you.” This is her will. It won’t change, no matter what happens.

(I won’t kill Zack…)

Because Zack swore he would kill me –

“Hahahah…what are ya sayin’ at a time like this? Ah, but…that’s right, ya want me t’ kill ya.” Zack’s mouth curves as he laughs humourlessly. But Ray tilts her head to the side.

“That’s true, but that’s not it. …This is my will – ”

And, within the room cloaked in silence, Ray begins to speak.

“I’m fine being killed by you. But…I don’t want…I don’t want this to turn out the way that woman wants. After all…Zack, you and I…aren’t tools.”

She speaks, staring intently into Zack’s eyes.

“So…killing, and being killed…are our own choices.”

And Zack feels as if all his strength leaves him.

…I’m not a tool.

That’s right…that’s right. It’s easy. Why didn’t I realise it before? I really am an idiot.

Aah, Ray. It’s like ya said…killing and being killed are both our choices.

‘Cause if they aren’t, then what the hell are they?

(And I wouldn’t make a pointless promise in the first place – )

“…Hahahahah!”

Zack gives out a large laugh, as if reclaiming his sanity.

“Hey, Ray…what are ya doin’, sayin’ interestin’ stuff now? Aah, I can’t hold back anymore! Hey, at least give me a smile! Now!”

Somewhat agitated, he sidles up to her.

(…Smile.)

Ray closes her eyes.

…When was the last time I smiled?

She feels like it had been when she had taken the puppy home, but she can’t remember.

How did I smile back then? I feel like I always smiled when I saw something cute.

And…I liked the sound of that music box. My favourite music box.

Mom bought it for me when I was seven years old. I was so happy. I listened to it all night. Because listening to that sound always made me just a bit happy…

(I wonder if I’ll be able to smile if I remember that music…)

“…”

She slowly opens her eyes, and looks at Zack.

And shows him a smile with just the corner of her lips, with eyes that look as if they reflect the very end of the world.

“…What a shitty smile. …Yer eyes really are dead.”

That awkward expression seems to sap up the last of his strength. He slowly lifts his scythe, keeping it away from her.

“…But…if yer smile becomes real…it’ll be great. Just imaginin’ myself killin’ ya like that…makes me smile better than anyone else.”

He stares at the monstrous face, wrapped in bandages, reflected back at him from the gleaming blade. And then, he shouts in a voice as loud as the very first time they had met:

“So good…that I could just kill myself!”

And then, he stabs himself in his abdomen with his own scythe, as hard as he can.

(…!)

Dark red blood splatters across Ray’s vision.

“…Zack…!”

(What just happened…?)

She can’t grasp the situation. Overwhelmed with confusion, she rushes up to him.

“What?!” Cathy’s voice rises threateningly.

Zack’s actions have completely and utterly surpassed her expectations. Rather than confused, like Ray is, she’s also enraged. Using the machine, she opens the door in the glass wall. Then, she advances upon Ray, and slaps her pale cheek as hard as she can.

(Ow…)

As if remembering something from the impact of that blow, for an instant, Ray looks up at Cathy with eyes full of hatred.

“Ugh, disgusting! I was wrong about you! You’re a failure of a sinner! Even though I gave you that gun, and all you had to do was pull the trigger! And to think that Isaac Foster was so stupid that he would kill himself to satisfy his own urges – how disappointing!”

Cathy almost sounds as if in mourning. This is the utterly worst situation that could have happened – it doesn’t look like anything she had pictured at all.

(I wanted to see Zack kill Rachel, unable to help himself…! And then I wanted to slowly, carefully take my time punishing him…this has put a damper on everything…!)

As she watches the bright red blood seep from Zack’s wound, she bites her own lips – a vivid red of the same colour.

“Aaah…I wish Zack had been the one left. He would have surely looked better covered in bullet holes…even if you are a sinner, you’re completely boring! Oh, Rachel…you’re so, so boring…!”

Cathy hits Ray on the cheek with all her strength once more, venting her anger.

(…It hurts…)

Ray closes her eyes for an instant. Beneath her eyelids, she can see her mother and father shouting and snarling at one another as they quarrel.

She doesn’t know when it had started anymore. But her father always beat her mother when they fought. It had been painful, and maybe that was why her mother had gone mad. Because her mom hadn’t been that way when she had bought the music box for her…

(But I’m boring now, so that’s why I’m being kicked…? By this woman…)

“…I don’t remember you having the right to decide something like that.” Ray’s voice now has a bit of anger as she looks into the woman’s lined eyes.

“Hah? You’re trying to defy me, you failure of a sinner? Hey…why did someone as boring as you…even come here?”

Cathy looks down at Ray, her large eyes flaring up despite her discomfort at the girl’s actions.

“…Uugh…”

At that moment, a soft groan reaches Ray’s and Cathy’s ears. Zack.

Ray reflexively turns to look at him. The man convulses and twitches slightly.

“…Oh my, he’s still alive! He really is just like a monster…how wonderful!”

Cathy’s abrupt change in attitude is amazing. She rushes up to him as if running to her lover.

“…Are you going to kill him?” Ray asks.

“Of course. After all, I’m the only one who can judge such a splendid sinner…” Cathy answers, as if it should be obvious.

And then, Cathy recalls how Zack had looked on B6 – before he had become a sacrifice, he had been killing sacrifices himself. And his expression had been solely that of a murderer. Seeing him through her cameras – remembering him now – causes a vivid chill to rush through her. It had been so stimulating to see him kill the sacrifices as his instincts and desires bade him to. So unlike her…

(But because of this bitch, he became a sacrifice…)

But, to tell the truth, this is convenient.

Because of her, I can punish him.

“Ahahahah!”

Simply imagining herself killing him has her laughing uncontrollably.

I’ll be the one to execute him…! Because I’m the only condemner here!

(I wonder what face he’ll make as he dies? I can’t wait to see…my chest is absolutely burning!)

…Ring.

And from somewhere, a small bell rings. Of course, Ray is the only one to hear it.

“…Stop.”

As if reacting to that sound, Ray points the gun at Cathy, who looks agitated. Ray’s expression is stiff.

“Oh, my…Rachel, what are you doing now? You want to shoot me? But, sorry to say…that gun wasn’t loaded from the very start! Ahahahah! However…I’m a little impressed by your attitude to point that at me.”

Cathy sneers at Ray mockingly. To her, the girl looks like nothing more than a small deer.

(It’s not…loaded…?)

Seeing Ray waver uncertainly, Cathy reaches into her tight skirt with a smirk. She pulls out a small handgun.

“Bang!”

Her tone is jesting. But she points at the red gun Ray holds with keen precision and shoots it out of her small hand.

“Heheheh…now then, I’ll keep you alive so I can punish you.”

Cathy touches Zack’s body with her red gloved-hands.

Ring…

In that moment, Ray hears that ring again.

(…A blue…full moon…)

When she closes her eyes for just a second, she sees that blue moon. That large, almost artificially blue full moon…

Yes…she remembers the night of that blue moon very well…

Beneath the small light hanging from the ceiling, a man straddles a woman. His face is terrifying, monstrous. The man stabs the woman’s body over and over and over again. She doesn’t move at all, like a doll.

As she had looked upon that scene, she had wished it was a dream. But it wasn’t.

…What happened after, too…

“…No.”

Ray opens her eyes. She mumbles as if waking from a dream, and reaches into the purse slung about her shoulder.

(…I shouldn’t be alive…)

So –

“…I won’t let you kill Zack. Because he’s the one who is going to kill me.”

And then, almost like magic, she pulls a black handgun out of her purse, and points it at Cathy unwaveringly.

In an instant, Cathy removes herself from Zack, and whirls to face the girl.

“…Where did you get that?!” Her face twists in confusion.

One would never believe that Ray were wielding a gun with that calm face of hers.

“Bang.”

And, without even an atom of hesitation, she shoots Cathy in the abdomen.

“…!”

Cathy is mute from astonishment. She could have never expected this to happen.

(Why does she have a gun…? I don’t understand…)

But she doesn’t have time to wonder about her situation right now. A sharp pain from her abdomen makes her unable to stand. She falls to the ground.

“Aaargh…! Where did you get that gun?!” she screams, trying to drown out the pain.

“…” Ray silently looks down at her. Her eyes are cold. They hide no emotion.

But why? For an instant, as Cathy looks into those emotionless eyes and sees herself reflected in them, she feels a thrill.

“Ahahah! Rachel, you’ve shown your true colours! …Amazing!”

Cathy’s laughter becomes more and more deranged as she bathes in that strange sensation. She crawls along the floor, drawing nearer to Ray’s legs.

(…Why does she look so happy…?)

Ray tilts her head at the abnormality of the situation. For some reason, Cathy’s expression is creepily delighted to her.

“Hey, Rachel. I’ll judge you, okay…? No, I will judge you…I’ll judge the demon hiding beneath that composed face of yours…!”

Cathy speaks almost coquettishly at first as she staggers to her feet; then her voice grows rougher. She holds her gun up to point it at Ray.

“…Shut up.”

Someone whispers.

That harsh tone isn’t Ray’s.

“Eh?”

Slowly, Cathy turns around. Behind her stands Zack, thirsty for blood.

“What are ya lookin’ so happy for when ya got shot, you sadomasochistic bitch?” He sounds groggy, as if he’s just gotten up from bed. He lifts his scythe.

“’Cause of yer annoyin’ voice, I wanna kill so bad…that I woke up!”

With a bout of insane laughter, Zack slices off Cathy’s pale arm. For a second, she doesn’t recognise the shape as if falls in an arc.

“Aaargh?!” The moment she realises that arm to be hers, a hot pain of the likes she’s never felt before rushes through her body. Helplessly, lets out a scream of anguish.

“This…can’t be real…”

Her vision swims as she looks up at Zack with an expression of despair.

(Why…? I was going to punish Zack…!)

I’m not a sinner. I’m always right. So it’s not right for me to be killed…

“This is reality! Wake up!” Zack yells. He sounds as if he’s talking to both himself and to her. Then, he slices Cathy’s abdomen from top to bottom. Cathy falls, her body twisting unnaturally. Zack seems satisfied as he looks upon her and smiles.

“…Ah, but…guess ya fell asleep anyway.”

His expression turns to disgust as he looks down at Cathy’s body, lying on the ground like a motionless doll.

(Aah…this is the worst…that I would be killed by a sinner…)

Cathy’s eyes close to the world that whirls around her, as if to sleep. Her mascara is perfectly applied to her long eyelashes.

(But…it’s awful, but…it’s wonderful…)

She laughs. She has been killed by Zack.

And then, in the pool of her own blood, like melting chocolate, she stops breathing.

She will never wake up. She can’t judge people as good or bad anymore.

In her life, she had been a sheltered girl; she had fallen into ruin due to troubles in her family; and then she had worked at a jail. There was only one thing that remained the same throughout all the lives she had led. And that was that she judged sinners.

(…I am…the condemner…)

All Cathy knows is that in the darkness, there are no good or bad people.

▲▽

“…Zack.”

As Cathy’s vision grows dark, Ray rushes to Zack’s side as quickly as she can.

“Yeah…” Zack looks down at her with a somewhat uncomfortable expression. All the madness has left him.

“Zack…are you okay?”

(…Did the poison wear off…?)

Ray feels relieved to hear his gentle voice.

“Aah?! My stomach hurts, what d’ya think?!” Zack answers briskly.

“…”

(His stomach hurts…?)

Ray looks astonished.

She didn’t think she would hear those words from someone who had cut themselves a few minutes ago. After all, Zack looks calm and composed, to the point she nearly forgets her worry.

(…So he can’t be okay. But…he looks fine. But if I’m too pushy, he’ll get upset…)

“Um…don’t push yourself too much.”

After careful consideration, this is what she says.

“Shut up. You worry about yerself.”

But Zack is annoyed at her concern, and speaks with a delight one would not associate to an injured man.

“Anyway, did ya see her face?!”

“…Yeah.”

Feeling somewhat overwhelmed by how much energy he has, she gives a quiet nod.

“That was great! And ya did pretty good, too!” Zack grins as he recalls the expression of despair Cathy had made when he had raised his weapon at her. It was as if she had become just a normal woman. Simply remembering that wretched face has Zack in a good mood. He feels as if all his pain might simply melt away.

“…Really?”

“Yeah! I feel all better now!”

“…That’s good.” Looking at Zack’s satisfied expression, Ray can’t help but feel rather complicated.

(That woman really did end up getting killed by him after all…)

She feels a bit as if she’s been defeated by something.

(I wonder…if Zack had killed me back then, if I would be in heaven now.)

She’s lost in thought for a moment as she thinks of that place; a place no one on this world has ever been to.

“So, now that the bitch is gone, let’s go.”

Zack lightly smacks Ray on the top of the head as she continues to look down at the ground glumly.

“Eh…? Your stomach…are you okay now?”

“Ah? It just hurts a little, it’s nothin’,” he replies. It’s true that he’s in pain. But – it almost doesn’t seem like he’s cut himself that deep. The pain is ebbing away. And that’s impossible – but Zack doesn’t wonder about it.

All he does is think privately to himself – I really might be a monster.

Ray can only be surprised at Zack’s resilience. After getting shocked and escaping from a room of poison gas, he seems to be lively and energetic. It’s true that he has a resilience normal people don’t have.

“Okay…I’m sure there’s an elevator somewhere ahead.”

Whilst yet finding his apparent immortality to be utterly baffling, the girl points to the other side of the glass wall.

“Then let’s get goin’.”

“Okay…”

(…Is he really all right?)

In the room with Cathy’s large machine is a passageway marked EV. Ray predicts that this means it leads to the elevator. However, the door is locked.

“Hey, Ray. The door won’t open,” Zack says, kicking it.

“Wait. I’ll open it now.” Ray flicks the switch that says EV up. The machine also has numerous other buttons and switches, like “electric chair”, “dolls”, “applause”, and so on.

“Oh, it’s open now.”

“It looks like she was using that machine to do all sorts of things…”

“Aah? She was doin’ somethin’ that stupid? What an annoyin’ person.” Zack’s statement is intermingled with a yawn.

“Yeah.” Ray nods as she recalls Cathy with cold eyes. That is an expression Ray shows when she’s angry. But Zack doesn’t notice that slight change.

“Hey, Zack.”

“What is it?”

“…We aren’t tools.” As if to push away the rage she feels toward Cathy, Ray repeats the words she had said earlier.

“Yeah, we aren’t.” Laughing lightly, Zack turns his back on Cathy’s dead body.

“We goin’?”

“Yeah.”

Then, the two of them finally proceed through the now open door.

▲▽

Walking down the hall, they find that there really is an elevator there. Ray pushes the up button. But the doors don’t open. No matter how many times she presses the button, the elevator doesn’t give any indication that it will open for them.

(…Why?)

“…The elevator won’t work.” Ray tilts her head in confusion as she glances toward Zack.

“Huh? We came all this way, ‘n this happens. Maybe ya gotta use that machine?” Zack clicks his tongue.

“Maybe, but I didn’t see a switch like that…”

“So what are we gonna do?”

“I’ll think of a way to open it…”

“Hurry up, my stomach hurts.”

“Okay, I’ll try.”

(Is there some sort of mechanism…?)

Ray is somewhat worried. No matter how Zack appears to be, it’s obvious that they must get out of here quickly and treat his injury. Because it’s still slowly bleeding.

(But…is it because he won’t kill me unless the wound is healed…?)

As she comes upon that strange thought, she suddenly realises that there is something written on the opposite wall to the elevator.

“If you wish to open the door, pronounce your name to God.

“If you are free of lies, give the name that resides within you,

“And then know yourself.

“However, know that God has no need of the impure.”

There is nothing else that would appear to point toward how to open the door. Therefore, Ray can only assume that this must be a hint.

(If you wish to open the door, give your name to God…)

“Rachel Gardner.”

With a small voice, Ray faces the elevators and whispers her name. However, the doors don’t open.

(So that didn’t work…)

As if to divert her gaze from the truth, Ray looks away.

(Or maybe – )

“Hey, Zack…I want you to say your full name in front of the elevator.”

With just a slight amount of pain in her expression, Ray asks this of Zack.

“Aah? Why?” His face twists in a scowl.

“Because the doors might open…” Her voice sounds like it might fade at any moment.

“Your name won’t work?”

“…No.”

(…God has no need of the impure…)

The words scrawl across her vision. They pierce her heart.

“Well, whatever…Isaac Foster.”

Despite feeling confused by Ray’s instructions, the man recites his name as asked. And then, with splendid timing, the doors indeed open. It’s as if someone had been operating the elevator from somewhere else.

“What the hell, seriously?!”

Zack seems utterly delighted, almost viewing the door’s trick as some sort of magic. He quickly steps into the elevator.

(It opened…so, my name wasn’t good…)

I really am…

Her heart throbs in her chest. With a grim but determined expression, Ray embarks upon the elevator as well.

▲▽

“Hey, Zack…were you happy when you cut open your own stomach?” Ray asks as the elevator finally begins to move.

“Huh? Don’t compare me t’ that sadomasochistic bitch. I just thought it would be better than killin’ ya when ya got that borin’ face, and then gettin’ killed by her.” Zack’s expression is somewhat bitter as he replies.

“I see…”

“…Anyway, that gun ya used wasn’t hers. Where’d ya get it?” His voice is somewhat sharp now.

“…That was my gun…”

Despite feeling somewhat shocked, she replies carefully.

“Where were ya hidin’ that thing?”

“…I wasn’t hiding it. It was in my purse. Wrapped in a handkerchief…I witnessed a murder, so, I’ve always…”

“…Then why didncha use that in the first place?”

“…I won’t kill myself. Because God won’t allow it.”

“No, that’s not what I meant…”

“And, you’re the one who is going to kill me.” Her declaration is resolute, as if to interrupt him – or perhaps to put this topic of discussion behind them.

“Haah…I can’t really tell if yer smart or stupid. …Well, whatever. Ya were right t’ shoot her back then. Yer timing was so good, just rememberin’ it makes me want t’ laugh.” Zack smiles gleefully.

“…You’re in a good mood,” Ray says.

She isn’t sure why, but seeing him look so happy makes her happy as well. That’s what she feels.

“…I guess so. You are, too…yeah?”

But – she doesn’t notice that his voice grows softer and softer.

After a short while, the elevator doors open with what sounds like a thunk. They’ve probably arrived at B2.

Ray takes a single step into the hallway. This floor smells sweet. And the hall is lined with numerous stained-glass windows, almost like a church.

(Pretty…)

She stares down the hallway in fascination for a short time.

However, for some reason, she can’t sense Zack coming out behind her at all.

“…Zack…?”

A terrible feeling assails her from head to toe. Slowly, she turns around.

(…Eh?)

Her gaze falls upon Zack – quietly lying down on the floor in the elevator.

A large pool of blood has formed beneath him from the wound he had given himself earlier.

(…Was that sound earlier…from when he fell…?)

(…He really wasn’t okay…)

Aah…

No…

No, Zack, no…I don’t want this.

Even though he swore he would kill me. Even though he swore to God.

Ray rushes into the elevator and tightly grasps one of Zack’s hands, as if in prayer. Though this hand had previously brought countless people to despair – to Ray, that large hand was that of an angel’s, an angel who would lead her to heaven.

“…Zack…!”

Ray calls his name from the very bottom of her heart, trying to convey those emotions, wishing that he would open his eyes.

In a hollow world that doesn’t contain even despair, Zack faintly hears Ray pleadingly calling his name.

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Ask - @anat2507 Hey doll!! I was wondering if you could do Chris Evans imagine were he and Y/N met at filming of Before we go. She is new and young actor in the industry and she is nervous about the kiss scene and Chris helps her to relax and makes her comfortable and in whole process they fall for each other and start dating.

Here it is sweetheart, thank you for being patient with me and I hope you enjoy!! <3

Summary - Working on set with the Chris Evans, they said it’d be easy and stress-free - how wrong could they be once you realised you’d be kissing your celebrity crush?

Word count - 1.8k

Warnings - none really

M A S T E R L I S T

"Look Y/N, you'll be just fine; believe me, you will." Your manager droned on for the nth time that morning as she rubbed your shoulders in an attempt to relax you.

It was a no-brainer. You were nervous, shit pissed nervous. For not one second after leaving your audition for the film 'before we go' did you ever think you'd be here today, playing the lead actress in the highly anticipated romance film; sure you'd done plenty of theatre and acting in many other roles before, the acting part didn't scare you - it was who you were acting alongside that scared you.

In other words, your co-star was one of the gods amongst the Hollywood film industry - in your opinion, at least. You couldn't deny that Chris did have it all; compassion, good looks, a beautiful voice and great acting skills that definitely put your bare skills to shame.

It just couldn't be helped that you had a massive heart-throbbing crush on him either.

"Look it's just a kiss, it'll be over and done before you know it." Your manager hummed whisky looking at her phone. That, was the other problem; in just a few minutes you would have to kiss your very own idol come crush in-front of several cameras, dressing in only a dressing gown and underwear. "Look, I gotta run alright? I'll see you later."

"Yeah see you.." You sighed out as you waved her out of the quiet area in which you sat, your mind strangely locking into overload once she and her moody personality departed.

You sighed again and decided that enough was enough and you'd stop waiting much longer - so you brushed yourself down, rose to your feet and began your trek to the set with a heavy, nervous heart; the words 'it's only a kiss' ringing through your ears.

'Only a kiss, got it.'

=•=•=•=•=•=•=

"Y/N! So glad to see you again - how're you feeling?" The sound of Chris' voice behind you made you jump out of your skin as you sipped on the water you had been handed by some random assistant minutes before.

You quickly turned to look at him and your brain stopped functioning after seeing him in a similar dressing gown, his albeit a bit more form fitting than yours but still, he looked fucking gorgeous.

"Yeah, yeah I'm good. A little nervous though," You shyly smiled and innocently looked the actor in the eye, watching his face scowl in confusion.

"Why are you nervous?" Chris laughed airily but the confused look still stayed firm on his face, you knew it didn't make sense as to why you were nervous - it was only a kiss - but all the same, a kiss with your idol is a pretty big deal; on set or not.

On your feet you quickly thought over a quick lie to cover possible embarrassment up and prayed it worked. "Well it is my first time on a big time set with such a well accomplished actor like yourself so I mean, hey." You trailed off and looked back to Chris to see him smile fondly at you and buy your not-so-much of a lie.

"Oh please I'm not that much of a great actor Y/N/N," Chris rubbed his neck in a flushed manner and prayed the dim lighting of the set hid his blush from you. As much as he couldn't grip the reality of it, Chris had a serious issue right now - he was falling for his beautiful co-star, of which he had only known for five weeks at max.

He knew deep down he was forming somewhat of a massive crush on you everyday he was spending around you on set. It was as if you were two opposite magnets, regardless of the location you always gravitate to each other; lunchtime, post-filming talks, early morning coffee runs and even small conversation at night via texts, of course.Through all of it though, Chris could never muster the courage to just talk to you, one minuscule slip up could send him into a spiral of embarrassing acts.

"And I think you'll do great here." Your cheeks flushed with heat at his small compliment and a smile wider than the Grand Canyon grew along your lips.

"Thank you Chris," you made a mental note to humble yourself now before it was too late. "That really means a lot to me." You smiled and watched the screening directors get ready and look for you from over his shoulder.

"C'mon you two, let's get this rollin'" one of the directors called you over, to which Chris looked back down to you and smiled goodbye, mouthing 'good luck' whilst he padded away to somewhere you couldn't see. Before you could do the same, you were swarmed by makeup artists and hurried to your place on set - a hotel room, so it was meant to be; without the green-screen window however.

Before the fatal words were shouted, you took a moment to breath in and out and remind yourself that this was firstly, just a kiss and in worst case scenarios, you can always re-shoot the scene if it went horribly wrong - not like you’d allow it to however.

“And Action!” In a matter of seconds from the director’s shout, Chris had re-entered the set through the ‘bathroom door’ and neared you slowly, love decorating the layers in his eyes as he looked at you. ‘Remember its all fake Y/N, its all fake’ You reminded yourself as you touched his bathrobe tentatively as it was scripted and leant in close to his face, still keeping fleeting eye-contact - just as it was scripted.

No matter how you wished to deny it, this was actually happening - the air around the two of you was palpable and heavy as your faces grew closer and closer, so much so that you could see the moisture on Chris’ lips as they dipped past your vision. ‘It’s now or never Y/N, do it.’ You thought calmly and allowed your lips to meet his in a slow tempoed kiss that melted your heart at the touch.

The kiss was exactly how it should be, it was slow and full of raw emotion but to you, it felt wrong - the kiss the script described was slow and revealing but this kiss, the way Chris was kissing you after his hand came to hold your cheek - it was telling you something different.

The choice was yours at that moment, screw up the scene and make it longer than it actually was or pull away and continue as you were, professional and poised - Chris had made his choice, whether it was an in-character role or not you couldn’t tell - and like that, you pulled away, just as scripted, and looked at him as if this was a mistake; but you knew your mistake had already been made, you had just kissed your co-star who also happened to be your crush - how were you meant to deal with this now?

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