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summary: you finally graduated college and are home free for the summer, planning to spend as much time as possible with your best friend. what you weren't planning for, however, was the incredible sight of her older brother, Leon, who had drastically changed after all those years. you had never thought you would fall for your best friend's brother.

pairing: leon kennedy (re2) x fem! reader

word count: 9.3k

warnings: smut, bathroom sex, public sex, fingering, dom(ish) leon

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No matter how many young adult fiction books you read, how many love story tropes you think you have seen, there was just one that seemed so unreasonable, it was almost laughable. Because, after all, you spent way too much time with this person to ever even see him as attractive, it had never even crossed your mind. Come on, your best friend’s brother? The boy who was so ungracious, messy, impolite, and had a crude, childish sense of humor? It was just unrealistic.

Until… It was realistic.

For all your life, you looked at Leon Kennedy as the young, bumbling boy who tripped over his own two feet at any given opportunity, ready to make jokes at inappropriate times and constantly worked overtime to barge in when you and your best friend were hanging out. He was only two years older than you, but his personality read the same age, if not, younger. Boys will be boys…

You always knew that college would change a person, and you can’t deny that about yourself, but it was so hard to look at the people you were closest to and imagine that they, too, changed with college. Your best friend was still the same person you knew since middle school, and all those years that you knew Leon, he had never changed, until he left for college himself. You were confident in knowing that when he came back, he would be the same exact person, just… older.

You could not have been more wrong.

“These days could not go by any faster.” Your best friend whined to you over the phone, a daily routine between the two of you. “I need you home ASAP, Leon is driving me crazy. He’s being so loud.”

Yep, that sounded pretty in character for him. “I know, just five more days, and I’m home free, forever. I wish commencement wasn’t even happening at this rate, I’m wasting away here.”

You were finishing up your last days as a college senior at a school that was a thousand miles away from home. The scholarship opportunity was incredible, and you could not say no to this offer. Your best friend chose to stay local, which you inwardly criticized, but would never say to her. You knew her parents could have afforded to send her here, who needs that big of a house for a family of four anyway?!

Commencement was set to happen on Thursday, and it was currently Sunday. Your own parents had flown in to watch you walk the stage, and while you knew your best friend would have dropped everything to come as well, her school chose to hold theirs on the same exact day. Figures.

“I miss you guys. The summers I came home just weren't enough. I have to say, I’m so glad this internship bullshit is over. It feels like I haven’t ever even lived with you.”

You heard her groan on the other line. “I know! It’s so stupid. Why would a program even make it so you could only intern in the summer? Don't they know you are only in your twenties once?!”

You laughed at her remark, gazing off as you continued the conversation. Classes were over and exams were concluded, at least you had a healthy pile of books to go through to pass the time. You decided to worry about the logistics of taking them home at a later date.

There’s something so innocent about getting lost in the world of young adult romance. Some would say it makes their own lives dreary, coming to the conclusion that they could never live out these fantasies in the real world, but to you, it felt real anyways. It only made you happier. It puts some optimism in your life.

The comfy plane read you chose was about a high school girl, absolutely smitten over the five-years-older brother of her best friend. This type of thing, you thought, just seemed too… fairytale, to be real. In no world where you knew someone as a child could you grow up and think they were an object of fantasy. You tried picturing you and Leon in this situation. Never!

Admittedly, you haven’t seen Leon in like 4 years. The last time you saw him, it was right before you left for college, and your major requires summer internships which leave a very small window for home visits. You never crossed paths during those times. From what your friend tells you, he’s rarely home now, he must have migrated to a new group of friends in college and found other passions. Good for him, you thought, you wish you could say the same, but you needed the income from whatever job you landed from your internship.

He was never really a tiny boy in high school, he was of a pretty average build and rivaled some of the football players, but he was not an athletic kid. You can’t imagine him changing that much more, your best friend never talked about him like that, obviously, so, you only had to imagine after the last time you saw him.

From your own personal standpoint, it was just impossible to believe in this best friend’s brother trope. You shut the book and closed your eyes, willing the plane to start moving faster.

As soon as your plane touched down, you whipped your phone out to send a text: As soon as all this shit is put away, I’m coming straight over.

Predictably, less than three minutes later: YES!! All nighter, we’re 14 again. I have drinks in the fridge.

Willing yourself through all the pleasantries of coming home, promising other relatives you would be by in a few days when you are settled, you merely threw your suitcase down into your room before dashing out to your car, knowing the route to your best friend’s house even with your eyes closed.

A tight, running start hug was the intro you both needed as a fresh start to the summer.

“Please tell me you are home for good now, they aren't making you do any more summer internships?”

You laughed as you followed her into the house. It felt like it’s been forever since you’ve been in this large house’s lived-in walls. “No, thank god. I’m officially done. Except for job hunting, but I’m putting that off for as long as I can get away with it.”

“Agreed.”

As you followed her up the steps to her room, snacks and drinks spilling over your arms, a loud cacophony rang out through the house, coming from the garage. “What the hell is that?” You stopped short, listening to it through the closed door.

“Wow, that’s how I really know it’s been forever since you’ve been here. I’m so used to it now. It’s a band that Leon is a part of. The ‘rents loaned out a car space in the garage.”

Wow, you thought, multiple things to dissect here. One: this has been going on for some time now, and you never knew. You didn’t blame your friend for not bringing it up, it wasn’t weird to not mention a new hobby of her brother’s. Two: Leon apparently knew how to play an instrument. You couldn’t recall anytime seeing him play anything, and he had never expressed an interest in singing, so that was difficult to digest. Three: their parents would give up a car space just for them to do this. They still had two car spaces left in there.

“God, it’s really been that long, huh? I’ll have to get him to spill all about this whenever he comes out.”

You heard a groan from in front of you on the stairs, and you hopped up to be beside her, headed to her bedroom. “If you can even catch him. He’s like a slippery snake. Plus, he’s so private, I don't know what happened to him. Anyway, you should come over tomorrow night and pregame with me and the girls, cause…”

She droned on, and while you still had half of your brain paying attention to her, you couldn’t help but think about that sentence she just said. Leon’s different now? The slippery snake part didn’t make many waves, you weren’t surprised that a man in his mid twenties didn’t want to be bothered, but you didn’t expect a whole new personality to come out of him. What happened while he was gone? Or, what kind of epiphany did he have?

“Oh, my god, look at this, too. I totally forgot to send you this. I’m so mad you missed it!”

Your best friend shoved a phone in your face, and you took it, grateful for the mental topic switch. It was a group of four girls and five boys, your old friends, standing along a cliffside in bathing suits. You assumed this was the cliff jumping extravaganza you heard about over the phone a couple weeks ago. And, yes, you were also mad you missed it.

“This looked like so much fun, I haven't seen all of them in forever. Maybe we can convince everyone to do it again soon.” You looked up and smiled as your friend laughed. You looked back down to the photo. “Who is this?”

She leaned over you as you zoomed in on a man in the top right, his lower half covered by a girl bending forward for a photo, but you could tell he was incredibly toned. His hair was pushed back with water from the lake below, and a broad smile graced his features. You sensed familiarity, but you had never met this person before.

Your friend scoffs. “Girl, what? That’s Leon.”

“What?!” Has it really been that long since you’ve seen Leon in person? Now that you look at it again, yep, that’s definitely him, but why does he look so different? Thinking back, it wasn’t often you spent time with him around after he graduated high school and went to college. You saw him probably even less than you visited home during your college career, and honestly, it has probably been years since you’ve seen him at all. “He looks so… different.”

“Like I said, I don’t know what happened. Maybe he won’t recognize you either.” You handed her phone back to her. Maybe, you wondered, but you doubted it. Nothing about you changed at all. You woke up every day waiting for a magical overnight nose job and five month glute progress from the gym that you didn’t go to, but it never happened.

The night carried on, the strange questions about Leon’s college whereabouts pushed to the back of your mind. It felt so good to be back home. The summer was only just getting started, and with the buzz running through your system, you couldn't feel anything except excitement.

“I’m out of water, fuckkk,” You moaned. Your friend giggled at you.

“Go get some. And don’t fall.” If you were any more sober you would have glared at her for this, reminding you of the time you drunkenly took a tumble down her stairs, but right now, it was only a funny memory as you totally didn’t have an iron grip on the railing as you walked down.

The rest of the house was dark and quiet now. You remembered her saying her parents were somewhere else, so you hadn’t seen them at all tonight, and there was no longer heavy music coming from the garage. You instinctively turned your head that way, like it would magically start up again.

You stumbled over to the refrigerator, yanking it open and hearing all the bottles clink around on the door. It took you a second to collect your bearings, but after a few more seconds, water was located, and you let your eyes readjust to the darkness as you shut the door. A figure in the darkness made you yelp.

“Goddamnit, you scared me!” You placed a hand over your beating heart.

A deep laugh floated through the air at this, but you were still partially blinded. “Hey, you. I’m sorry, I thought you were my sister.”

Leon.

You blinked hard a few times, willing the night vision to return, and a little bit of your drunkenness away. You took a hard look at the man in front of you, as good of a look as you could. You only saw a silhouette, a dark shirt, hair over his forehead, and he was taller than you, wider, stronger. This was not the Leon you remember from high school.

“Leon. It’s so nice to see you.” You tried your hardest to sound normal, but surely he already knew what the two of you were up to.

“Yeah, it’s been a while.” Slowly, your vision was returning, and his facial features were becoming prominent. Eyes. Mouth. Smile. “Congratulations on graduating, back home for good now?”

“Yeah, yes. Thank god. Thank you.” You could now tell you were fumbling over your words, and suddenly wanting nothing more than to go back upstairs. “I’ll be here a lot more often now, so get used to me.” You walked around him back to the stairs, listening to that low chuckle that you got out of him. God, you really needed another drink.

The night and next day bore on with nothing too important left to remember about it, as long as you were in the confort of your home town again getting fucked up with nowhere to be, it was a great time as far as you were concerned.

Though, despite continuing to drink that night and waking up a little unsteady the next morning, you couldn’t shake that brief encounter you had with Leon. You could barely see him in the dark, but you could already tell he looked different. His build was wider than the last time you saw it, he even looked a little taller. He had only ever been maybe an inch above you, but since he disappeared to college, it looked like he went up at least five. Or maybe you were shrinking.

You were mad it was so dark and you were on the edge of tipsy and drunk to be able to clearly see him. You saw him in the photo of the outing at the cliffside, but you really didn't want to believe that was him. He was almost… sexy.

Which was crazy. You had never thought of Leon like that. Yes, there was some sort of novelty to having a crush on the only consistent older man in your life whom you weren’t related to, but whenever you came face to face with him, it was just normal. You felt nothing, he was just there.

But this… this could change everything. Was he actually attractive now? God knows you weren’t the best at being normal around people who you thought were attractive, and that could make things infinitely awkward with being around your best friend so often. And your best friend, what would she even think? You can’t confide in her to tell her you might think her older brother is hot. This was all messed up. This is not how you wanted summer to start.

–

A few days had passed with no rift, and your momentary crisis left with no memory. You discovered, though, as much as you couldn’t wait for summer to roll around so you could be free of your duties, your days were much more boring than you had anticipated. With your past summer internships, you were always busy, and had one or two days a week to rest at most. But now, with the summer sun high in the sky and no requirements of you anymore, you were at a loss of anything to do other than sit by your best friend’s pool, baking in the heat.

“They’re having some start-of-summer party going on in one of the campus houses tonight, are we down?”

You didn’t move your head nor open your eyes as your friend spoke to you. “Yeah, sure. It will be more of a time than drinking with just us.”

She sighed. “You can say that again.”

You pushed yourself up off the chair. “I’ll be back, don’t drown.”

You listened to her sarcastic response as you went inside the house, needing a moment to cool down, and to refill your drink. As you slid the glass door shut, you were greeted with the sound of loud instruments, reminding you of the first night you came here once returning from school. Leon must have had his bandmates come over some time while the both of you were outside, as you don’t remember hearing this, or seeing anyone else. You ignored it, and stalked past the door, headed upstairs to the kitchen.

The music stopped, a door opened, and chatter became clearer without the barrier. You didn’t know who else Leon could have here, you didn’t know his friends, and you were suddenly too aware of the bikini you had on. Whatever, you soothed your anxiety, I look good.

“Oh, hey.” You turned around at the strange voice, not recognizing the person standing at the stairway, headed towards the kitchen. “Now it’s a party.”

“Dude, gross.” A more familiar voice followed quickly behind the quip, and Leon’s head became visible as he climbed the stairs. “Sorry.” He spoke now to you, visibly doing his best to keep eye contact with you. Now you could really feel your half-nakedness.

“Doesn’t sound like you guys are making much progress out there.” You joked, turning your head back to where you were filling your water bottle. You heard Leon’s friend laugh, making a remark along the lines of blaming other people in the band, but you unintentionally tuned him out.

“We’re trying.” Leon was closer to you now, and when you turned, his friend had disappeared, probably into the bathroom. Leon was grabbing drinks from the fridge, and the two of you were separated by the kitchen island, sunlight illuminating both of you.

His hair was a shade darker than you remembered it being, still blonde, but almost brown. It came down to touch his ears, and the pieces of bangs on his forehead were clumped together with sweat. He had on a gray tank, the ones with the arm holes that go down to your ribcage. His arms, god, those arms–

“Doing anything fun out there?” He walked around the island, even closer to you now, getting cups from the cabinets.

You shook your head. “Just trying to become a leather couch while I’m still young.” You fixed the top of your water bottle back on, but didn’t move from your spot, taking the chance to talk to Leon.

“That’s the spirit.” He placed the cups down on the counter and leaned on it, clearly standing around to talk to you, too. You noticed a bandage wrapped around his right hand as he crossed his arms.

“What happened there? Start scrapping with the wrong people?”

He lifted it and looked at it, like he just realized it was there. He laughed softly. “This might sound gross, but it's just a callus that burst open the other day. Right when I was used to holding drumsticks all the time.”

You sighed a gentle laugh. “Doesn’t that hurt, still using it?”

He shook his head. “Nah, I just didn’t want to start touching shit and get it all gross again.” He set his hand back down. You took the silence to ask another question.

“When did the drums start? That was never a thing as far as I can remember.” He looked down, slowly nodding his head, as if trying to piece together memories of what his life was like the last time he saw you.

He sighed. “I kind of picked it up during college. I thought it was a lot of fun. I knew a lot of guys at the time who were in a bunch of different bands, so they had access to all these instruments, and I tried a bunch, but the only one that stuck was drums. I guess it’s easy and I like it only because I still can’t read sheet music for the life of me.”

You smiled softly at his explanation. Looking at him in the daylight, now, you can see the old him in his features. He grew into his face, his cheekbones slightly more pronounced, and his dimpled chin fitting perfectly into his jawline. His eyes were soft, yet tired. Still the bright blue you remember them being.

“Are you any good?”

He smiled fully at this, looking back up to you. “Of course. I know it sounds like ass right now, but we’re trying out some new stuff. But, and maybe I’m just biased, I think we have some really solid potential.”

You shrugged, a grin still present on your face. “I’ll have to see it to believe it.”

Leon stood up now, grabbing the cups and the still tied together 6-pack. “I agree. We’re doing a local show next Wednesday night. I’m always inviting my sister, but she doesn’t like going alone, and the rest of your friends don’t like that bar.” You smiled at this. Sounds typical of your friends. “Maybe she will come if you will. And, uh, if you’re still with that guy, he can come, too.”

Your brow furrowed at this. “Guy?”

Leon shrugged. “Oh, well, she told me in passing that you were with some guy last summer. From around here.”

You paused to think about this, nearly forgetting your whole past trying to rake your brain for a memory. It then hit you. “Oh, shit, yeah, that was definitely just a summer thing. He was…” A douche, conceited, horrible at sex. “Not the best. I’m not seeing anybody. And definitely not while school was in. I was way too busy for that.”

He nodded, standing up a little straighter. “Well, that’s good. And fuck that guy.” You giggled at his support. “I think you should come. I’d be happy to see you there.”

And, oddly, for the first time ever speaking with Leon, your stomach did a flip that only ever happened when you were talking to someone whom you liked. It caught you off guard, and your words caught on your throat.

You nodded quickly, using the opportunity to take a deep breath in. “Yeah, I’ll be there. I’ve got the time to, now.”

“Cool. I won’t disappoint, I promise.” With that, Leon bounded back across the room and down the stairs, opening and shutting the door to the garage. You sighed deeply. You didn’t like the feeling that was creeping up inside of you.

Putting your newfound conundrum aside for the night, you resolved to let loose and get back to enjoying the summer the way you had intended to. You were almost tempted to stick around and listen once his band got started with the music again as you were on your way outside, but decided against it, as your friend would surely be asking what took so long.

Part of you wished Leon had gone to this little party tonight, considering he knew all of your mutual friends, but he was never the party type before this, and it seemed that college did not change that much either. It would make sense if he had a gig coming up, they must be preparing, but you didn’t picture him to be much of a perfectionist. Maybe that changed as well.

–

“Why are we going to this again?” Your friend asked as she followed you out of her house, locking the door behind her. She seemed awfully quick to keep up with you for complaining about doing something she doesn't want to.

“I don’t know, it gives us something to do. Leon asked me to come. Now you’re coming with me.”

“What? Why did Leon ask you to come? He doesn't ask me.” The two of you slid into her sleek black coupe.

You shrugged as you fastened the belt. “I saw him the other day when I was here, I came in while we were out by the pool. We were just talking. And he said he does invite you, by the way, but you never go.”

She was the one to shrug this time. “Maybe he does. You think there will be hot men here?”

“We’re both hoping.” You half-assed the response, but you already knew the answer was yes. You could never tell her you think Leon is attractive now. You had been mulling it over the past few days, ever since you spoke to him, and you had no choice but to confirm it. He really, really grew into his body. You could even push the curiosity aside to wonder what it was about college that changed him like that, you were just thankful it happened.

Your local bar looked just as you remembered, dark and looming from the outside, people filing in and out simultaneously. It was much busier than you had ever seen it, but the show was most likely the reason for the sudden influx in customers.

The crowd was a thick mass, and you had trouble even spotting the stage when you walked in, but once you and your friend had found a nice little corner, vacant of bodies, and conveniently found a third mutual friend to stand by, the room seemed a little less stuffy.

You absentmindedly scanned the crowd, people hoarding in front of the stage, waiting to be the first to break open the mosh pit, presumably, people in the back drinking idly and chatting, almost like they don't even know a show is happening this night. You found yourself looking for Leon. He was in the building somewhere. You wished you could have told him you were there, but what good would that have done? He wouldn’t have come out to say hello, there were preparations to be had back there.

God, shut up already, you willed at yourself, annoyed at the mere fact that you couldn’t stop thinking of Leon.

Admittedly, you thought of that first scene more often than not recently. The muscle shirt, ribcage exposed, thick arms, sweet smile and bouncy cheeks with a strong jawline, the vision came to you during the day, at breakfast, while you were scrolling your phone, late at night, when the moon was your only company.

You wondered what he would look like tonight. You were so anxious for him to step out on stage. Would he see you?

Your friend stumbled sideways into you, knocking you out of your monetary stupor. People were now starting to crowd in, hence the bump, and you were assuming the start of the set was about to happen.

On cue, the lights went darker, the roar of the crowd exploded, and people rushed on stage and took their places. Your eyes were instantly drawn to Leon, who, from what you could only see from the backlight so far, had on another muscle shirt. It made your legs feel like jelly.

The lights went on, and after a brief introduction from the front man who was holding a guitar, they started. Leon was right, they were pretty good when they weren’t rehearsing new material. You knew this wasn’t the type of music your best friend was into, but to your surprise, she was bopping away with your other mutual friend, both of them holding drinks. That’s probably why.

Turning back, you could see Leon clearly under the lights now, which were strobing in and out, flashing different colors and patterns. His hair was pushed back this time, exposing his forehead, and looking brand new. You liked the way it looked on him, it made him almost look older. Everytime a strong beam of light would shine down on him, you could see the glistening sweat on his skin, his face. He was so focused on hitting the beats, and succeeded everytime, and you were so enticed by it.

This was a side of Leon you never thought you would see. It was so clear, standing in the crowd watching, how much he belonged up there. He looked so confident, every move was made with ease, no hesitation, and you could feel yourself melting.

It was like a headrush, you didn’t think you would enjoy it this much, but clearly, every moment took your breath away. Yes, you were looking at Leon the whole time, but who could really tell?

Soon enough, the show ended, and the crowd was applauding for what felt like ten minutes as the individual members left the stage, thanked everyone, hopped down to talk to others. You were interrupted with your people-watching when your friend grabbed you by the elbow to let you know she was headed back to the bar for more drinks, and you absentmindedly nodded while you turned back.

You caught the back of Leon, dipping behind the stage into the back of the bar. The tips of your fingers tingled with… something, some emotion you couldn’t read… and you let your body take over as you weaved through the crowd, headed to the back.

People bumped you and yelled in your ears as you squeezed in between them, paying them no mind, on a mission of your own.

After a few seconds, you reached a hallway, a few people lingering by the bathrooms, and you spotted someone, you recognized him as the frontman, dipping behind another doorway, chattering loudly to people behind the wall. Times like this, you wished you had decided to down some liquid courage.

You stalked slowly over to the doorway, seeing flashes of shadow as people walked by, unsure if you should hang out or go in. Most likely, you weren’t welcome, it was probably for performers only, but you couldn’t help it, you continued inching closer, drawn in by an unseen force.

As you took another step inward, a figure rushed out and crashed right into you.

“Oh shit, I’m sorry, bathrooms are that way if you’re looking for them, this is restricted access.” You looked up at the man you walked into, you didn’t know who it was.

“Oh, um…” You backed up a step, and though he was making moves to walk around you, he was waiting for a response. “I was actually waiting for Leon… the drummer.” You added in the title, just in case this was a man who worked at the bar with no affiliation to the band. But, to your relief, he nodded.

“I’ll get him, just chill over there, ‘kay?”

You dumbly nodded and backed up again. The hallway was lit with fluorescents, the bright white kind, but it was still dark, with the walls and floors looking slick with condensation. You opted not to lean up against them.

“Hey, you’re still here?” A voice snapped your head back over to your left, and you saw Leon walking towards you. “You didn’t leave with the rest of them?” He must have seen your other friend there as well.

You shook your head. “They’re still here, I think. Just getting drinks.” He nodded. “I told you I would come.” You held your arms out in a here I am gesture. He laughed.

“I’m so glad. I didn’t see you while I was up there, but… I do tend to just tune everything else out when I play.”

“You did great. You were really good.” You spoke, almost breathless for no apparent reason.

He smiled softly, his eyes holding contact with yours. “Thank you.” His hair was now starting to fall back into place on his forehead, his face was still red with exerted energy. Your eyes wandered, without your permission, his arms were shining under the hallway lights, still sweaty. You looked away, but he saw. “You look great tonight.” His voice was low, and a twist went straight down your abdomen.

You smiled back. You briefly looked down at your outfit, simply a short skirt and loose band tee. “Thank you. It’s nothing.”

“I like it.” He looked back into your eyes, and you found yourself lost for words. He broke eye contact for a second, turned around and looked into the back room where, presumably, the rest of his bandmates were. He turned back to you. “You know,” He looked down, and took a step forward towards you, slowly, as if to test the waters. You stayed put. “It’s been so long since I saw you last. I almost didn’t recognize you the first night you were at the house.” You grinned at the memory. You were also equally stunned to not know Leon had changed so much. “Not that you weren’t before but… You’re beautiful, now.”

Your stomach sank at his words, and with his new proximity to you, it caused you to have to look up at him. You felt a strong shiver course up your body.

“I really… I didn’t recognize you. You look so different, too.” You whispered, knowing he was close enough to hear you. “I didn’t even think it was you at first.”

He simply stared at you for a few more moments, taking in your words, and the way you looked in front of him right now. You were suddenly self conscious, but his gaze seemed to tell you that he liked whatever he saw.

“I… don’t want to back you into any corners here…” He looked down, still not meeting your eyes. “But you’re giving me a… vibe. And I’d rather fuck around and find out than never know if I don’t try.”

You stood up straighter, coming closer to meet his face, his eyes finally touching back onto yours. “What kind of vibe?” You had to say something, anything, because you could barely comprehend this situation right now. Leon was catching a vibe from you? Could he tell that you were looking at his body? Could he tell that you thought he became very sexy?

He tilted his head a little further, and his brow bone cast a shadow over his eyes, darkening them. Another shiver down your body. He shrugged. “I think I just… think you are incredibly attractive, now.” His eyes darted down your body for a quick second before resuming their previous place. “And I want to know if you want to just try it out. Just once.”

You took a quick, silent breath in. He must have been picking up your messages, even though you said nothing and only spoke to him once. Was that one conversation that powerful? Was it the hint you dropped about not being with that guy anymore? Was this something he just knew he was going to attempt as soon as he saw you? You didn’t know, and you really didn’t have the time to think it over.

You reached up and placed a hand on his chest, slowly taking the shirt on his body in your hands, pulling him closer, but with no force. His eyes darted up behind you, and he turned his head quickly one more time. He saved you the trouble, and dipped his head down and kissed you hard.

You sighed instantly, fully gripping his shirt and dragging him in closer to you, pushing your body against his as you could feel him move towards you at the same time. You were exploding, you didn’t know what to do with the rest of your body, and could only bring your other hand up to his bicep, where he then palmed your waist. He pulled back after a few seconds.

“Follow me,” His face was flushed, and when he turned around, you were very quick to follow. He maneuvered the two of you through the back room, where people still were congregating, but none of them paid much attention to the two of you. You passed by his other bandmates, and when he turned the corner, he pushed open a door, and ushered you inside. It was a bathroom. “This is the best I can do right now.”

Instead of replying, you simply grabbed his face in both hands and pulled him in. The room was dark, you could tell from under your eyelids as you felt the heat of his face on yours again, and you were at least happy for that, you weren’t too sure you wanted to see the state of the bar’s bathroom at this moment.

His hands found solace again on your waist, thumbs rubbing circles, and fingers teasing along the waistband of your skirt. Leon pressed himself further into you, sandwiching you in between him and the wall, and the stark difference in temperature between the two caused another series of shivers to run up your body.

Leon’s mouth left your lips, now wet and slick with his saliva and yours, and traced them down the length of your jaw, along your neck, nipping at the tender skin, making you sigh and arch your back, increasing the contact of your bodies. Your hands dragged along his sturdy shoulders, reaching around and locking your arms behind his neck, holding him in as he worked your neck, and as his hands started to move. You kept breathily gasping as he bit underneath your jawline, fingertips caressing your jutting hip bone, dipping lower, causing ripples to erupt in your core.

He had positioned his hands now to take purchase on the hem of your skirt, full intentions of pulling it up, when he released his lips from your neck and his face was back in front of yours.

“Sorry that this is all we have.” His voice was low, and you almost didn't hear it over the static of the bar music softly coming in through the speakers. “We can wait if you want.”

His hand was still positioned on your clothing, and you didn’t let go of him even a little bit. You could only look up, your head already touching the wall behind you. “Where’s the thrill in that?”

Under his shadow, you saw his lips quirk up slightly, he breathed a laugh, and dove back in to kiss you. You threaded your fingers through his hair, slightly tugging, hearing him groan at the sensation. The hand that was ready to hike your skirt up did just that, and his other was gripping your thigh, lifting it higher so he could slide himself right in between.

He made himself comfortable pressed against you, and you could feel his erection growing through his jeans, giving himself some sort of friction, and you pushed back, earning another groan through your still connected lips. You dropped one of your hands from his hair and traced down his bicep, and into the large hole of his shirt, relishing in every ridge that his ribcage and abdomen had to offer. His skin was so smooth, you knew you would never be able to get enough.

He backed away from the kiss briefly for another moment. “If I never saw you that day you came inside, half naked… in my house looking like that…” He continued to grind himself into you as he spoke, earning noises from the both of you. “Who knows how long I would have to wait?” The hand on your thigh crept upward, leaving a wake of shivers in its path. His palm was flush to your bare skin, reaching the joint of your thigh and hip, and he squeezed the flesh of your hip, digging his thumb into the sweet spot, making you squirm. You clawed at his back, you didn’t even care if it hurt him. You were sure it didn’t.

Leon hovered his mouth over yours, not connecting, but enticing you, and you could only look up at him through a foggy gaze. His hair had now fallen back over his forehead, streaked with sweat, but you hardly minded the way it was touching yours, you wanted him closer. It was impossible how, through the shadow he cast from the light behind him, you could see his blue eyes so clearly, pupils blown, the way he was looking at you made you want to drop dead.

You couldn’t wait any longer, you didn’t even have words to say back to him, you just needed to show him what you thought, how you felt, you just needed him. Your hands came around the front of his body again, not losing contact the entire way, and grasped desperately at his belt, needing to pull out his girth, needing to have his cock in your hands, mouth, in you.

You gasped, trying to form words, but his presence was so dominating, you almost couldn’t. “Leon…” You breathed, and your fingers couldn’t work the clasp fast enough. “Let me…” Finally, it slid open, you pulled the two ends of the belt apart, and made quick work to free his dick from its constraints. Your knees buckled, and you started sliding down the wall.

As you were about to hit the ground, his hands hoisted you back up from under your arms, and you could have whined, the frustration growing, the time only growing in between you getting to have him in your mouth.

“No, I’m sorry,” He grunted as he pulled you up. He put both hands under your thighs, and you gasped as he suddenly picked you up, you wrapped your arms around his neck for balance. “You’re not getting on this floor for me, we’ll save that for another time.”

Another time. Fuck, just those words alone had you melting in his grasp, his strong hands and arms holding you up, walking you around the corner of the bathroom and shutting the two of you in a stall.

“But, you already started this for me, so,” He had you pressed in between himself and the wall once again, one of his arms was still holding you up in the air, legs wrapped around his torso. He tried to separate himself as much as he could to pull his cock out, you reached down in between the two of you to help him, pulling the waistband forward so he could pull them down.

Your breath caught as he pulled it out, a solid, thick length, rock hard, and you were suddenly so mad he wouldn’t let you suck it, because, fuck you would have sucked the life out of him at just the sight of his dick.

Once he was free, he stroked himself a couple of times, causing himself to moan, and shit, you almost did, too, and he went back to the hem of your skirt, pushing it up over your hips, exposing your small underwear. He eyed them for a moment, humming in acceptance, before sliding them sideways and exposing your aching pussy to the cool air. You, in contrast, were overheating in this bathroom, but now that you were free, it felt so nice, and it felt even better when he ran his fingers along the length, in between your folds, pressing into your clit to watch you squirm again under him.

You sighed loudly, moans slipping out with your breathing as his contact with your heat felt like heaven, your head leaned back and hit the wall, but you didn’t care, you couldn’t feel it, you felt nothing but Leon’s fingers right now.

“Fuck, you’re so wet already,” He was breathing heavily, and you choked out a whimper when he slid one of his fingers in, and it wasn’t stopped with any friction. You also couldn’t believe how wet you were, but then again, you would jump hurdles to be able to suck his dick right here and now, so it must have gotten you worked up. “You feel so good around me.” He mumbled, practically groaned out, sliding in a second finger with ease, the slick sounds becoming louder as he worked you open, and while it felt so good, you just needed him to fuck you already.

“Leon…” You kept whining, unable to say anything else, mind fading, only wrapped around the feeling of him pleasuring you, fingering you, loosening you up for him. “Please, Leon…” You moved your hips, trying to signal to him to pull his fingers out, but he resisted, his hand following the movements of your hips, only going deeper, causing you to squeal when he went as far in as he could.

“Stay still, take it…” Now he pushed himself back against you, finding your lips again and kissing passionately, trapping his fingers inside you, and when you felt them move inside of you, you couldn’t help but squirm against him. His tongue caressed your lips, the inside of your mouth, and your tongue as he was so entwined in kissing you and in fingering you to the edge, his other hand gripping relentlessly at your ass.

After what felt like forever, he backed away, strings of saliva connecting your mouths, his eyes darker than ever, and you, breathing heavily, working to regain composure. He slid his fingers out, a small hiss escaping your lips with the emptiness.

“Fuck,” He sighed, and he looked back down in between you two. He adjusted his grip on your thigh and ass as he used his now free hand to line the tip of his cock up with your entrance, you felt a throb hit the core of your pussy at the mere sight, and you instinctively tightened when he teasingly dragged the tip along your lips, not giving you what he knew you wanted.

You sighed frustratingly, and couldn’t help it but to reach down and wrap your own hand around his dick. The sudden contact made him gasp, but he caught your hand and prevented you from piloting the moment.

“Just relax…” You didn’t need to look up to hear the smile painting his face, and as much as you wanted to protest, you knew he had the upper hand. This time. “You’ll get it, just be patient.” He drew a couple more lines into you, with your hand still trapped under his on his cock, which you could feel it throb every few seconds, and he finally pushed the tip into you.

You whimpered, whole body going slack, and you drew your hand back from his dick to find closure on his shoulder, steadying yourself as he slowly pushed himself all the way in. He had to stop every other second to collect himself as well, jaw tightened, hands gripping bruises into your hips and legs, a long, deep sigh once he was bottomed out.

He brought himself closer to you, relishing in the feeling of you being wrapped around him, unmoving, and he had his face in the crook of your neck, as if to ground himself from the feeling. Your body was shaking slightly, and you could barely breathe with his weight on top of you, but it all felt so good. His skin was slick, sweat coating anywhere that wasn’t exposed to the air, and your hands drawing deep scratches into his shoulder blades.

“Fuck, fuck…” You felt Leon’s lips moving against your throat, and his breath was hot, you could tell he was desperate to move inside of you, but he was still. “You’re so tight, god…” His lips moved up to place gentle kisses along your jawline, and your head rolled to the side to give him more access. He stayed there for a second, teeth grazing your skin, and after a while you were ready for him to start moving.

You picked your head up and turned sideways, forcing him to look directly at you, wasting no time in reconnecting your lips, and, while continuing to kiss you, he slowly slid out, and pushed himself back in.

The both of you were glued to each other as he continued to thrust in and out, your hands gripping impossibly hard on his shoulders, thighs shaking, breaths choppy. His eyes never left your face, he was watching your expressions so closely, you had no control over whatever was happening to you, you could barely breathe, you were so focused on the feeling that Leon was delivering, you simply ceased to acknowledge the setting you both were in.

“God, Leon…” You choked out in between gasps, head hitting the wall over and over, trying to helplessly grind your hips into his when he thrust up, but you had no energy to move against him. He took the initiative, and every time he would plunge into you, he would stay there for a beat longer, and make sure your previously ignored clit was getting the friction it needed, which made you whine even louder.

His breaths were so heavy, spitting out ‘Fuck’, and ‘Oh, shit’, and ‘So good’ every few seconds, letting his train of thought loose as he let himself go, and lost control of the pace.

One of his hands let go of your thigh, and it landed along your chin, forcing your head down to look into his eyes. “How does that feel, hm? So hard to move in you, so tight.” His voice was a broken mess, just breaths, essentially, but it was all you needed to spur you on.

You simply nodded, knowing the words were nowhere close to coming out right now. Even if you tried, it would be a mess of moans and gasps. You could feel him so deep inside of you, hitting that point to split you open, your pussy was endlessly wet, enough to fuel a whole round or two, and he let you know.

On another thrust, he pushed himself in and sat there for a moment, your moans spilling out without reserve, you both tensed as the unmistakable sound of the creaking door was heard.

Leon took his right hand, free from holding you up, and laced it over your mouth, silencing any sounds of pleasure that you had left in you.

You were both stiff, eyes wide, and he had his head swung in the direction of the noise. The footsteps approached the counter and turned the sink on. If they were to walk around the corner, they would see Leon’s legs under the door, and could have easily walked in, considering he didn’t shut it all the way, it was just stopped by his body behind it.

He slowly turned his head back to face you, you couldn’t move due to the weight of his hand, and you wanted to writhe under him so bad, feeling his cock throb still deep inside of you while you both were still. Tears were practically forming in your eyes.

He locked eyes with you, and without a sound, mouthed the words Be quiet.

He kept his hand clamped over your mouth, but he slowly adjusted your position so he could slide out of you at a snail’s pace. Your eyes widened in surprise, not expecting him to move, and you used all of your remaining energy to hold yourself together, being overcome by the pleasure while also staying conscious of the person who was still at the bathroom sink. You were glad there was still music playing outside in the bar, and the sink was still running, because if it were dead silent, they definitely would have been able to hear the wet sound of Leon pulling out, and fucking back in.

He held eye contact with you while he continued to do this, holding you so tightly to make sure nothing made any noise,and a devilish grin broke out onto his face. He was enjoying every second of this.

He was basically getting off on the idea of pushing you to your limit, forcing you to obey what he asked you to, even if it would benefit the both of you rather than just one. If Leon were shameless enough, he could have told them to fuck off, but instead, he held you here, silenced you, yet drove you to the fucking brink just to watch you fall apart. It made you want to cum right then and there.

After what felt like ten, twenty, thirty minutes (fifteen seconds), the sink shut off, a moment of silence, and the door creaked open again. Leon took his hand off your mouth and you both sighed deeply. While holding you still, Leon leaned back to look through the door to confirm you were alone once again.

“You were barely holding it together, I thought we were going to get caught.” He said on another thrust into you, bringing your faces closer once again. You swallowed hard, instinctively choking back moans now.

“Y-you… you were making it hard…” Gasps, again, as Leon was determined to make everything he asked of you difficult.

He brought himself closer into you, and spoke lowly. “Good,” With swift moves, his free hand was around your throat, holding your head back, and he was relentlessly bouncing you up and down on his cock.

The pressure around your throat and the pressure building in your core at his movements was all overwhelming, your hands were cutting crescents into his bicep from your nails, but he hardly took notice, he was so busy moving the both of you as well as keeping an eye on your face to watch how you were responding to his movements, he was too preoccupied.

The slick sounds coming from your pussy were evidence that the situation was much more of a stimulant than you ever expected, and the sound alone brought you so close to the edge.

“I bet you loved almost getting caught.” He groaned out, his movements stuttering, and you knew he must be close as well. “I bet it was driving you crazy, having to shut up while I gave it to you. You took it so well.” Your eyes nearly rolled to the back of your head, mouth open, you wouldn’t even be surprised if you were drooling at this point, Leon had all the power now.

“Leon,” You whispered, no energy for your full voice anymore. He understood.

“Take it, baby.” He thrust harder and harder, pressing you flat against the wall, the tip of his cock hitting all the deepest points. “I’m almost there, you feel so good.”

“Fuck, Leon,” If you could grasp any harder against his arms, you just did. “Fuck, I’m so close.”

“You got it, come on, cum for me.” He pressed his forehead into yours, grinding into you on the inward thrusts, making you fall apart in his arms. A few more thrusts, grinding a few more times, and a squeeze to your throat had you gasping in a silent scream around him, panting wildly letting your orgasm loose.

He fucked you all the way through it. “Shit, that felt so good, fuck, I’m gonna cum,” You watched him as he chased his own, sweat beads dripping down his face, his hair coated in it. His hips stuttered one more time, and as he released his seed into you, he buried his face into your neck, whimpering and biting again.

He pulled out of you, and it wasn’t missed by either of you the way his cum dripped out of you and onto the floor. You cracked a small smile when you heard him breathe a laugh.

“I’m sure that’s not the first time this bathroom has seen that.” He looked back up at you, breathing heavily, arms shaking from holding you up. You tapped his arms, hoping your legs were strong enough to stand on your own. He lowered you slowly, making sure you were stable before letting you go.

“I hope that’s what you wanted. I might have gotten ahead of myself.” He was still standing in front of you, neither of you made moves to leave the stall. You leaned against the wall for support.

“I would have stopped you a long time ago if it wasn’t, Leon.” He smiled down at you, breaths steadying out. He nodded his head.

“Coming to the house any time soon?”

You laughed out loud this time. “I’m sleeping over this weekend.”

He smiled wider at the sound of your laugh. He leaned in and kissed you again. “Can’t wait.”

#leon kennedy #leon kennedy smut #leon kennedy fanfiction #resident evil #resident evil fanfiction #fanfiction #leon kennedy x reader #resident evil 4 #leon s kennedy #resident evil 2 #leon kennedy x reader smut #female reader

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laurashapiro-noreally · 10 months ago

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Looking for something to read?

Oh look, it's another recs post! This time I'm featuring two stories per author. These are writers I always make time for, whose work stands out as unusually hot, clever, funny, or smart -- sometimes all of the above.

I'm gonna start you out strong with two by @werpiper: After Hours takes Aziraphale and Crowley to the baths after their oyster supper, and all sorts of interesting pleasures are there for our angel to sample. Piper's Crowley is one of my favorites: always evaluating the situation, not quite aware of what his own heart is doing but feeling it anyway.

Fitting In is a new story, still a WIP, but I am utterly tantalized by Muriel's first taste of love -- and tea. This is already rich in detail, soft and fragrant, and I can hardly wait for the action to get going in earnest. The pairing seems surprising but when you think about it for ten seconds of course it makes sense. Sex workers help the curious, the awkward, and the inexperienced every day, bless them.

If you enjoy these, check out @werpiper's back catalog -- they have done a ton of ineffables-through-the-ages, and their series Miracles and Heresy is worth many delightful hours of your time.

I love what @copperplatebeech has been doing lately:

He's Not My Friend is a T-rated story that explores Aziraphale's constant refusal to acknowledge his relationship with Crowley, and Crowley's mirror of that, and how things glacially shift over time. It is subtle and yet specific, it will make you ache and smile.

All Of The Above, also T-rated, is a warm and fuzzy alternative to that, a hilarious celebration of true friendship that made me laugh out loud and still got me right in the feels.

@copperplatebeech can do everything, from quiet, gentle, and romantic to devastating plotty AUs to extraordinarily horny established relationship to absolutely ridiculous humor. Do dive in if you haven't already.

Next up, @cumaeansibyl, master of kink:

better living through technology manages to shove everything I want in a dirty story into less than three thousand words: uptight Aziraphale reduced to sodden wreck, Crowley gleefully showing him what he's been missing, character-driven erotics, and exceptionally funny dialogue.

indulgentiam peccatorum nostrorum is somehow all that and more, turning the "I was wrong" dance into a kink (something I can't get enough of, recs welcome). This one is post-Bastille so it is extra-juicy. Mind the tags!

@cumaeansibyl has a gift for established relationship one-shots, which readers of mine will know are my entire jam. They also have a mind-meltingly hot inverse!omens AU that features different variations of angelic/demonic Crowleys and Aziraphales for our ineffables to play with.

A new-to-me author, Calico, has me hanging by a thread with their Ineffable Romans series. If you want to remember that your ineffables aren't human, that they are inordinately clever but very stupid, that the feelings they have for each other are truly beyond what anyone alive has ever felt, Calico may be the writer for you. This stuff is deep. Also hot af.

Sub Rosa reads like a nasty shag at Petronius', but there's so much more going on here. It is Extremely Queer, driven by power dynamics, and Crowley is fully demonic here and absolutely in control...or is he?

The Intemperance of Liber Pater continues on this theme, with dialogue-driven smut that reads less like a seduction than an inevitability. There's another story in this series, unfinished, and I can't wait to see what happens next.

Last but not least: two short pieces by @ineffabildaddy. I stumbled on their stories just this week and I absolutely love their approach, which I've not seen done quite this way before.

take me as your wife has a tight first-person perspective as Crowley meets Aziraphale for a meal and imagines (or is it his imagination?) that Aziraphale is suggesting Certain Things about how they might occupy themselves later. Indeed, is he suggesting even more? Something about their relationship? Or is it all in Crowley's head?

Only in Dreams is kind of a companion piece, from Aziraphale's point of view -- though hundreds of years later. This one's set after the events of S2 and although just as romantic as take me as your wife, it also offers an ineffable take on the ol' glory hole concept. Just in case you thought I was getting soft. 😏

@ineffabildaddy has a whole series of poems and ficlets like these and I can't wait to explore them all.

#good omens #fic recs #good omens fic recs #ineffable husbands #ineffable partners #ineffable spouses #ineffable divorce #smut #fanfiction #fanfic #crowley #aziraphale #aziracrow #crowley x aziraphale #rare pair #muriel

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tgrailwar-zero · 3 months ago

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If we ever manifest clothes on this weird inky blackness of ours aside from our tophat, we should let Caster dress us.

Actually. I wonder if we could wear clothes that AREN'T part of our 'body'.

NERO: "Well, if you require fashion assistance, I am always present. Now, if we're done, let's go downstairs."

It was less a suggestion and more of a command, as she moved past you, the heels of her boots rhythmically thumping against the wooden floors.

You went downstairs, following her and hearing the sound of raucous laughter and tense silences filled in by the sound of a man speaking.

By the time you could see downstairs, looking around, you could see a few of your Servants already seated, along with some other patrons. All of their attention was directed at the center of the room, where GIUSEPPE was speaking.

His voice was, in a word, hypnotic. Low and deep, gentle and flowing, each word that came out was filled with a level of confidence and poise that belonged to someone who had either told this story a thousand times to a thousand people, or was recalling it from memory from the first time in his life, which made this group special. It was hard to tell which.

GIUSEPPE: "…And there I was, me and my entourage having reached the province of Gévaudan, that the storm had reached it's peak. Thunder, louder than a thousand cannons, rocked my senses… my ears bled, my vision blinded and blurred, a being of pure power manifesting before my traveling companions…"

ANXIOUS WOMAN: "Were you scared?"

BEASTLY MAN: "O-Of course he wasn't! Hell, I wouldn't be afraid of no storm either!"

GIUSEPPE: "Oh, no. Don't be mistaken, my friend. I was properly terrified. You see-- Any man who faces the Wild Hunt and doesn't at least shudder in fear is either a liar or hardly human! However, I pressed past the shudder that shook me to my core, fishing through my belongings. Certainly, I had some sort of tome tucked away that could assist me in this mighty battle. Besides, this was a chance to study a magical phenomenon that had puzzled Magi for generations. So, as my fingers wrapped around something within the depths of my pack, I retrieved what I believed would be my salvation in that accursed storm--!"

As you and NERO finished descending the steps, he glanced in your direction.

GIUSEPPE: "…Which I will reveal another day. Duty calls, but you've been a wonderful audience."

The patrons all shouted and jeered at being left on a cliffhanger- though their expressions made it clear that they meant it all in good fun. GIUSEPPE walked over to SIDURI, bowing deeply.

GIUSEPPE: "Thank you for allowing me the floor this morning, madame."

SIDURI: "Oh, no… thank you! You said you weren't much for storytelling, but I haven't seen the energy this lively in some time. I've never had much entertainment in the tavern, so things like this are always welcome. It's usually just me."

GIUSEPPE: "I see... I'd love to hear you spin a tale, sometimes. i'm sure the patrons would agree."

SIDURI: "Oh, no. They've heard all of mine. I even mention 'Uruk', and I start to see eyes roll. Well, except for Gil. He never grows tired of them, I think."

GIUSEPPE: "Well, you have several fresh ears. I leave my request on the table."

GIUSEPPE: "And speaking of fresh ears, good morning, Your Majesties. I trust you slept well?"

#thgw story #endless whispers #main post #thgw: chapter 6

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orionsstory · 8 months ago

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10 for amandawn? <333

prompt: "Your ideas are always crazy." so I didn't realize drabbles were supposed to be 100 words so. whoopsies LMAO. Sorry y'all I am a chronic yapper </3

This is supposed to take place in the alien au for some context teehee! Read it under the cut <3

Dawn watched as Amanda gazed up at the night sky, listening intently as Dawn pointed out the various stars and constellations in the sky above them. She should be focusing on the stars above them, but Amanda just looked so pretty in the moonlight. Her eyes shone with wonder and her smile was brighter than the stars, Dawn thought she looked perfect.

"What're you looking at?" Amanda teased her.

"You, duh."

"Shouldn't you be looking at the stars?"

"I've already seen 'em a thousand times. I think you're prettier."

"Well, I'm sorry we can't all be intergalactic aliens like you." Amanda laughed, "But thanks for the compliment!"

"Which one's your favorite?" Dawn asked her, leaning closer to rest her head on Amanda's shoulder. The other girl paused for a moment, "I've always liked Andromeda, I think it's pretty. Plus, it kind of sounds like Amanda."

"Andromeda is a beautiful constellation...I got to see it up close once."

"Really? Ugh, I wish I could see it up close. Why don't you fix your stupid spaceship and take me?"

Dawn laughed, "I wish it was that easy. But I'll show it to you somehow, I promise."

Dawn was sure Amanda didn't think she was serious about her promise, but she was. She had spent all night coming up with a plan to show her the stars. The following day, she called up Sapphira as soon as Amanda left.

"Dawn?"

"Sapphy, I have a crazy idea-"

"Your ideas are always crazy."

Dawn rolled her eyes and playfully huffed before continuing, "I need a favor. It's something for Amanda."

"A little gift for your girlfriend?" Sapphira teased.

"Oh, shut up. So what if it is?"Dawn couldn't hide the smile on her face as she explained her idea to Sapphira, rattling off the extensive list of parts she needed. She was silent for a moment, all Dawn could hear was clacking from a keyboard. Then, she spoke.

"You're asking a lot, you know that right?"

"I know, but it's for Amanda. You wouldn't get in the way of true love, would you?" Dawn pleaded.

Sapphira laughed, and Dawn could practically see her giving in.

"I'll see what I can do."

Impressively, Sapphira had everything ready for her by the end of the day. She was barely able to hide it all before Amanda came home, trying to act as normally as possible. She felt a bit bad about having to hide something from her girlfriend, but she knew it would be worth it in the end.

For the next few days, Dawn spent every moment she wasn't with Amanda tinkering and testing her creation. It wasn't easy, Dawn had made holograms before, but nothing to this scale. She wasn't even sure if human technology could replicate it. But, she persisted. She had to bang together some pieces to create new technology that would work, which proved to be incredibly difficult and time-consuming.

Finally, after several days, she had assembled a device to test. Some tests ended in failure, some were a step towards success, and one even resulted in a small fire (whoops). She made steady progress across the week, until Friday night when it was finally ready. She delicately held the device in her hands, eagerly smiling.

"Dawn?" Amanda called out from the living room, "Where'd all the furniture go?"

She had just returned home from work to find her living room empty, only some spare bits of furniture pushed up against the wall. She leaned down to pet Violet as she heard some scuffling from the bedroom. She watched as Dawn vaulted over- her couch?- to make it out into the living room.

"Amanda, welcome back! I have something to show you!" She grinned.

"Does this have to do with all of my furniture missing?"

"It's not missing, it's just in your bedroom! Now, close your eyes!"

Amanda laughed but did as she was told. "What's this about?"

She could hear Dawn rummaging around in the kitchen drawers for something, "Well, remember how you said you wished you could see Andromeda up close?"

"Yes, did you build a giant telescope or something?"

"Better." She heard a click. "Open your eyes."

Amanda opened her eyes to see a detailed hologram of the constellation in front of her, projecting up from a small sphere on the floor.

"Oh wow...it's beautiful." She breathed, taking in the sight before her. "Did- did you build this?"

Dawn nodded, fiddling with her hands.

Amanda ran and embraced her, Dawn giggling in surprise.

"Do you like it?"

"Do I like it? I love it! This is the most romantic thing anyone's ever done for me."

Amanda gave her a quick kiss before she turned back to look at the stars in her living room, and Dawn was able to see the shine in her eyes that she loved so much. They stayed like that for the next few hours, as Dawn told her about the stars. Amanda agreed that it was worth it in the end, even if they had to spend hours moving all of her furniture back into the living room.

#amandawn #rpdr fanfiction #drag race #rpdr 16 #amanda tori meating #dawn drag race #dawn #prompts #rupauls drag race #rpdr #up until dawn #rpdr s16 #amandawn alien au #alien au oneshot

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felassan · 2 years ago

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First thing, I love your blog, I've been following it for a while and I have to say that your theories for Dreadwolf and lore in general are the best. 🙈

Second thing, I have a question about Flemythal and Hawke/Warden when they were left in Here Lies the Abyss. Do you think there is a chance for survival for the person that was left in the Fade? I left Hawke cause the game kinda hinted it(from Flemeth warning to Hawke in DA2, Hawke theme playing when they talk with Varric etc). Flemeth took the soul of Urthemiel from Kieran (if he is the old god baby ofc) and is seen sending something into an eluvian before Solas comes to her. Is there a chance she sent it to Hawke/Warden (cause she can waltz into raw Fade with no problem apparently). I'm really curious to hear your thoughts! 😊

hello! welcome, and thanku for the nice msg (❁´◡`❁)

thoughts below 😊

(interesting points about Flemeth's lines to Hawke in DAII, and the Hawke Family Theme playing in the conversation with Varric in DA:I.) whether the person who was left in the Fade could have survived - you know, I'm actually not sure one way or the other? I lean towards they didn't (RIP Stroud), but there's always a chance ig. the text accompanying the choice only says "[x] will likely die to cover your escape", right? the writers could in future write that they survived, if they wanted to write that. you can kill leliana in DA:O and she still comes back in DA:I, in a manner of speaking. (an aside: peoples' art, fics and AUs etc which explore, for example, Hawke escaping from the Fade or the HoF searching for Alistair in the Fade etc, are neat. personally, I always think about this happening wrt Purple Hawkes who got left in the Fade hhh)

about Flemythal and the post-credits scene, she's seen sending something into the eluvian before Solas arrives even when Kieran doesn't exist or the Dark Ritual was never undertaken. so I tend to think it wasn't Urthemiel's soul (or wasn't only Urthemiel's soul) that we see there in that scene.

data-mining the game files on that scene yields these dev notes:

Designer’s Notes: This is Flemeth from the previous two games. In this game, Flemeth’s story comes to a head – she knew that Solas would summon her, and that he would need to steal her power to further his plans. She knew that because they are both elven gods…yet Solas has slept for a thousand years and his power dwindled, while she was killed long ago and a spark escaped from her into the body she now holds. She has nurtured that spark, and knew that Solas would need it. He was once her oldest friend, but she knows in his drive to save the elven people he will kill anyone – even her. She intends to let him have the power, so long as she can pass the essence of her god-hood onto Morrigan, a gift Flemeth had always planned for her daughter yet one Morrigan misunderstood as hostile possession.

dev notes like these from game files don’t always ‘hold true’ by the time the games ship because things can change during development and ‘legacy notes’ sometimes get left in there iirc, or else something which the player experiences or is told to them during the game contradicts them (and in those cases what’s seen/said in-game takes precedence in terms of what’s canon ofc, as these notes aren’t really meant to be ‘seen’ be players). so the notes should probably be taken with a grain of salt. still, my speculation is that the thing Flemythal pushed through the mirror is the essence of her godhood, intended for Morrigan. we don't know where the eluvian in that scene leads - maybe it leads to the Crossroads, rather than the Raw Fade? if the thing we saw was indeed intended for Morrigan, that could make sense, since she has knowledge of and access to the Crossroads.

my alternative speculation is that it was part of Flemythal's own soul; Flemythal has demonstrated before that she can split her soul into different pieces to avoid death, Horcrux-style (like amulet she gave to Hawke in DA2, "the first of my people do not die so easily" etc).

I'm also unsure about the timing lining up - the post-credits scene with Flemythal and the mirror takes place at an unspecified time after Inquisition but before Trespasser. the person who was left in the Fade was left in there weeks or potentially months before then. so if the thing that was sent was the crux on which the person's survival depended, it would depend on the person who was left behind defeating Nightmare and surviving alone in the Fade for quite a long time until receiving the thing that was sent.

ofc, none of that means the person left in the Fade couldn't have a chance to survive separate to that.

#dragon age: dreadwolf #dragon age 4 #the dread wolf rises #da4 #dragon age #bioware #video games #mjs mailbag #anglcndy #alistair theirin #solas #morrigan #queen of my heart #fav warden

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the-firebird69 · 4 months ago

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So now it's going to be another moron session with the mutants I'm going to use it against you Mac proper you're sitting here threatening one person and you're so f****** stupid and it'll take you down you piece of s*** and I'll flush the toilet now and get these Max special all over you you're so gosh darn you're dumb you're the dumbest group you're the one that's making all these noises your space cadets bunch of floozies not going to lose the floozies Right now You're vulnerable little girls honestly God your pussies

Zues Hera

You are right about something we ought to take care of them while they're stupid and willing to accept getting killed it's what they're doing they're getting killed all over the place and they don't seem to care and we have to he says it too we could go on ice for another thousand years with these Mac blockheads it's true too we have to get moving and we have to get teams in there so we don't sit around for another thousand years

Thor Freya

This is right we don't want to do that again and what do you Max suck you're a bunch of f***** and s*** heads I've never seen so many people suck so bad you walk around your little girls and and your space cadets I don't want to put up with that at all that's worse than anything you've ever done even though it's going to free us and boy is it annoying you just want to say all this s*** well you're trying to act your plan just like these little kids and boy these guys little beavers I'll tell you they're huge pussies. And terrible at it and they really are pussies I mean they just are afraid of it raining out and all sorts of dumb s*** and yeah we're in a moron session with these stupid demons they don't know what the hell to do we have to take it over and he's right just this lady Camilla is a b**** and evil and we have to do something cuz this whole damn thing is going to come apart if we don't and we need it too either one is President is a nightmare we had a regular person in there as a president and we got used to it although we went through totally d and totally dumb f*** and they started covid-19 it was helpful in the long run but it's bad medicine and Biden has been doing the right thing and it won't be the same and you people pushed him out and you were wrong and he works a lot for the cause and you know what you rebels suck and our son and daughter says he keep me around and they do the best they can which isn't really that good and it was a lot of sacrifice and a lot of mental problems and still is and they can help Camilla out they know to talk to them and stuff. But really it's not that great but he says the truth that it was going through some real hard times it's going to get much harder you guys have to remember your rebels you can't forget and he says that might be coming up true too they're going to go right up your butt

Frank Castle hardcastle

I do see he's trying to help me but this lady I'm stuck with is not that bright you can only do so many things and then it's going to be a problem and we have to know what the hell's going to happen here you people are always trying to take stuff because you're poor physically and that's just the way it is and my clan got vicious too but they had a plan and you sort of have one and we get it it's not that great and it sounds painful perhaps I should suggest something and there's nothing to suggest and we're in trouble and we don't have anywhere to go and he says there's a separate to cities City well you're welcome or you can stay and we do know about it and we know where like New Zealand when the s*** has gone but there are other places and we know what he's saying I'm really not that good at this and I'm trying to threaten him all the time and it won't work for him and mom has to be taken away from you so she can do a job and keep the peace you're not skilled enough at all but you do find other demons and that's coming up so as I was saying it's probably true we do fight other demons and we know about it that's something I can sell I don't know how simple this is or difficult but if someone who has no money but has tons of power what do you think will happen I get that too the second monster they can spit acid like a mile anyways sitting there blabbing and it'll come out of nowhere and I know I'm fine and my people are but Trump is not and that was your cancer he has cancer and I see that this boy has powers and I know what he's saying he's got it now and it doesn't hurt anyone he's just asking for people to be rational it's not a huge story there's no giant reason it's just rational thought but I might not be able to do that payment and that's another thing this guy John remillard he's a large ass but he made a lot of mistakes and I'm starting to see what you're saying he's going to be stuck away from you and is addicted so I'm going to work on that from president he he would be social security and beat the hell out of him and see who and he's saying that the Mac proper have their own schedule so it's very frustrating he's waiting for money this assholes have a schedule like a year from now so he's going to beat on them until it happens and he'll really be just changing time he says and we will too and people will figure out we do know about these superbugs and other things and it's valuable you can see us in starship troopers and no not really and we're not even in any scenes they're not armed properly they don't have what it takes and the guns are nothing Jesus terrible I did look at Warhammer and we're in it it looks like the wrong side but we're in human format a lot and we're fighting zherg and we know how to actually fight them and these guys don't know s*** he says they probably copy us a little with the size and the ordinance and the saw and it's true too you see them looking at it sometimes but really it's important

Camilla

Olympus

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fruityuncleskeletor · 6 months ago

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It's really hard to feel bad for people with several million dollars in their accounts and thats just how the cookie crumbles. Like I know Katy Perry has had a rough going, but then I remember she recently sold part of her music rights for over TWO HUNDRED THOUSAND DOLLARS and I can't extend that much compassion anymore.

I could sit here and be annoyed at rich folks of all sorts 24/7. I am THAT salty.

But my takeaway from all this is that: - being financially responsible is very hard and NO fun, because my millennial brain tells me to always give in and treat myself, not caring about tomorrow, but sadly, in my case, I am Kitten and I am Daddy too. I know how empty my wallet is and will be and I refuse to go into debt to be even more miserable in the future than I am now. On one side I am crying because I want nice experiences and fun and on the other side I am crying because I would love to be able to offer myself fun and experiences and I can't. - there is a lot of shame woven into the culture of enjoying things. The whole "buy experiences not goods" can only be a thing if you have disposable income to begin with. I said earlier how I will feel left out because my friends will all get to see SKZ and I won't. But like, that's how it's always been. I haven't been on a holiday since 2009. I use my time off either to recover from work or to travel to my home country and listen to my parents be religious nuts and spew more hate than the previous time. I should be used to it by now (I'm not). I guess I am also like a rich person because I don't like paying for things. They're only nice if someone else pays for me and I don't have to worry about MY money leaving my wallet. - the way I allow myself to enjoy things, SKZ included, is rooted in some very unhealthy mechanisms which stuff like Bubble and fanfic and the fandom itself only encourage. The only reason why I am not suffering more actively is because not a single soul interacts with my writing and your asks are the first not-hate ones I received since joining the fandom one whole year ago. Until now, my writing and I used to be embraced and welcomed in every fandom. Maybe I've finally aged out of that hopeful life stage, and my pessimism is no longer palatable to younger people. Either way, that's been sad too and it's contributed to my overall despair. In the past, I always had friends to commiserate with about whatever hardships came my way, now I have no one who's as isolated and forced to be responsible as me. - the line "gave up my youth for my future" feels like a slap in the face for me because here I am - a straight A student who never partied, never did drugs, never got into trouble, only studied their ass off because the adults GUARANTEED ME that hard work pays off. Nowadays the people hiring are rich fucks who bought their diplomas online and who think everyone's diplomas are just as lacking in substance and therefore worthy of ridicule and dismissal. Earlier today I was telling a non-fandom friend that I feel I will leave my little SKZ group through the back door (heh) and quietly because I will feel too embarrassed being the only one who hasn't seen the boys live. But I am sure I will get used to that discomfort like I get used to a lot of uncomfortable things because I get more serotonin from having people to talk to than "enjoying fandom on my own" (which is some Gywneath Paltrow-level ignorant kind of advice). Honestly, I don't wanna dwell in the middle of anger, but outside of it is depression and that's even less appealing.

#ask #answered #rant

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elecctricsugars · 11 months ago

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The sickening shattering glass off in the distance sent Willy spiraling to his pinstriped bum, and for a few seconds he sat upon the cobblestone completely stunned over what was happening.

"My factory... My home... All that CHOCOLATE..."

His voice was a phantom of the usual optimism and charm and he thought he'd seen his mother's face, briefly. With a sniffle the chocolate-maker collected himself to his feet and just as he stood, spotted Lofty returning with the news that Noodle and her mother were safe in shelter.

"Did they-"

"Perfectly safe and sound, Mr. Wonka, though I'm having some personal doubts I can say the same for you... Safe is relative, but sound... Well, I haven't seen you look like that since... Mmm. I don't suppose I ever have. And certainly not while you were aware of my presence in your midst..."

"I haven't given up, I've just... Never mind... It's been a minute or two since the last quake, so maybe we should go check out what happened, see if there's anything to salvage..."

Lofty nodded, choosing to remain quiet on the subject. "You know, there is always the option of Loompa Land... in the event of needing a place to stay for a while... I'm quite sure my friends would welcome you there, now that your debt has been paid..."

"A thousand fold," Wonka finished with a sigh and nod, extending a hand to help the little orange man up to his shoulder. Some of the cracks in the streets were bigger than Lofty's entire person and liable to swallow him whole if he accidentally ran into one. Willy could live with it even if he lost his factory, but he wasn't sure he would endure losing any more family or friends.

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Even before reaching the gates of Wonka, it was obvious that some kind of building-sized CREATURE was to blame for the sudden doomsday that was thrust upon them.

"Is that... a-an ANIMAL?" Whatever kind it was, it was a LOT bigger than Abigail and that was the depth of Wonka's knowledge of kaiju.

Willy, with Lofty perched upon a shoulder, took one of the maintenance ladders to the top of the shard-heavy dome. The broken field of glass came alive with reflections of icy white and blue and as the duo crawled past the sharp hazards to look down into the factory below, they were both mesmerized (and terrified) to see the destructor and it's technicoloured tongue disturbing the lazy churn of the chocolate river into rapids.

"LOOK! IT'S DRINKING THE CHOCOLATE!"

Wonka turned to look over his shoulder, expecting Lofty to be there at his side, but instead the orange man was running for cover.

"Where are you-"

"The Whangdoodle must've sent it! Or the Knid! I'm not going to stick around to find out which!"

And he was gone, no sign of his tiny pop-pom shoes or bright green hair. Wonka was all alone to face this... reptile? It too large to tell just yet, but it reminded Willy of the Iguanas he'd seen in crossing the Galapagos via ship, or the Blue Tongue Skink he'd viewed during a past trip to Australia.

OH, NO!

Ducking behind his hat, he was almost certain he'd just been spotted. Now, in this moment, he was happy to be made of flesh and bone instead of sculpted from sugar. For the first time in his life, it might actually be his saving grace. That is, if the animal was an herbivore. Or chocolate-vore, as it may be.

She watched as the tiny things scrambled here and there beneath her clawed feet. They were still…a new thing to her. She predated them, existed before most things in this world, and had been trapped beneath the surface for many sunsets.

Shimo was not a malicious creature by nature. She wasn’t truly the terrible world ending beast the tyrant had forced her to be. But she would retaliate if the small creatures tried to test her might and harass her. They had before, but the two kings that had freed her assured her that the things- human beings - were not malevolent. That they were part of the Earth’s natural order, just as she was.

She had no choice now but to trust in them. Her white scales and ice like spines shimmered in the light of the glowing sun, a layer of frost spreading across the ground beneath her, creeping up the sides of crumbling buildings as she lumbered towards the smell that was so enticing.

It was Wonka’s factory and dwellings that she had been attracted too, lowering her snout beside the castle. With a low rumble and another exaggerated sniff, her head crashed through the glass panes and into the factory, a long blue tongue dipping curiously into the chocolate river.

#frcsttitan #m; wonka #wonk x shimo 001

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chuckbass-love · 3 years ago

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Hi! Love your writing ☺️ I was wondering if you could make something with reader being overprotective of Chris. Thnx have a wonderful day 💖

A/N: Of course i can! I love this shit. Okay, i might love spice more but this kind of stuff hits different when i'm on my period and just want sickening fluff to make me feel happy. I hope you love what i've written, sweetheart. Thank you for requesting and for being super patient with my annoying ass.

Disclaimer: My work is not to be translated or to be posted anywhere else other than MY Tumblr, Wattpad and Ao3 without my permission. However, reblogs are welcome.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Childhood friends to lovers trope, swearing (only slightly), fluff, angst, alcohol consumption, mention of Chris’s characters and confessions of love. None of which are warnings, just categorising.

Word Count: 7,672

GIF NOT MINE!!! Credit to @cevansbae go check them out❤️

That Way

For as long as you can remember, yourself and Chris have been joined at the hip. Ever since childhood, your parents have struggled to pull the two of you apart, not that they’d ever have really wanted to, you had a special bond from an early age, one that would be around for life. And even going into your early twenties, you stuck by one another.

Through breakups and heartbreaks, moving houses and losing jobs, the two of you have had each others backs. Thick and thin, you’re each others rocks, to say the least.

And as old school as it may be, no one will ever come above Chris, not even a boyfriend. Hence why any time a man has come into your life, he’s been given a brief on how you are in regards to your friendships. You’ve always believed that anyone coming onto the scene should adapt to how things already are in your world and if they can’t then they can’t stick around.

Chris is the same, he’s had girlfriends in the past that have disliked how close he is to you, as well as your friend Tara. But Chris never batted an eyelid, yourself and Tara were around before any other woman, so why would he ever even dream of distancing himself? Exactly, he wouldn’t.

You can probably even go as far as to say that this close bond has made the two of you very protective over one another, needing to look out for people whose intentions don’t quite add up or whose treatment of the other isn’t exactly what you’re both deserving of.

See the thing with Chris is he’s very independent, he loves his own space as well as quality time with a girlfriend if he has one. He likes to be assured that if he’s busy filming either at home or elsewhere that his girlfriend will be preoccupied with other things. Of course the occasional surprise is great and it really makes him feel loved, but if a woman adopts his lifestyle and busy schedule, he’ll feel suffocated.

He’s always been that way.

However, he’ll also take any opportunity to spend time with a partner but if it’s not achievable then he knows he’ll have to make do with FaceTime calls and texting during breaks or before he sleeps.

You’ve seen many women come and go during your friendship with Chris and it’s sad. Some of them were merely hookups that hoped Chris would change his stance on being in a relationship, while others were almost at the serious stage of a relationship but Chris had either ended it due to it not working out or he’d been broken up with due to always being too busy for them.

But that’s the fancy life of an actor, maintaining a regular lifestyle is and never will be easy.

Chris knows all too well.

As do you. Sure you’re not a celebrity, you aren’t flying to every country filming or touring and you don’t have thousands of followers on social media, but you work a full time job and that in itself can be equally as tiring.

Anyway, enough background information on your friendship with Chris, maybe it’s time to get to the point that caused you to go off on a tangent in your own mind in the first place.

Around two months ago Chris had informed you that he was seeing someone, he told you all of the basic information like her age, occupation and how they met. But you still feel like you know next to nothing about the woman who has seemingly stolen his heart, and despite you only being his best friend, this is in dire need of rectification.

So as his best friends, the duty to make her feel welcome has automatically been bestowed upon yourself and Tara. And what better way to do that than with a party?

Tara’s annual halloween bash is just around the corner and for the last two months Chris has been planning his outfit, so he’s definitely coming and being that Tara extended his invite to his mystery woman too, she’ll have enough time to conjure up an outfit of her own.

Tara’s Halloween parties are the talk of the group for a month or so before and a month after, they always consist of lots of alcohol consumption and several failed attempts at karaoke. But what fun would it be if everyone could sing?

Being that you like to plan ahead with pretty much everything in your life, your costume is already set and ready to go. Last year you dressed up as an ex wife, like Cady Heron from mean girls but this year, you’ve gone down a different route... Lara Croft from the video game Tomb Raider. A game you love, it reminds you of a simpler time in life.

The rule of these Halloween parties is that no one can discuss costume choices, it makes it even funnier if two people or even three, get the same one. Plus it’s exciting waiting for everyone to show up, the guesses are always rife. Still, nothing will ever beat the year that yourself, Scott and Scott’s then boyfriend all picked a different version of Chris’s beloved character Steve Rogers to dress up as. You went as pre serum Steve, Scott went as post serum Steve and Scott’s ex went as nomad Steve. It was hilarious and even Chris admired the lengths and effort you’d all gone to, to get it perfect.

A little chuckle escapes your mouth as you sit opposite Chris at the breakfast bar in his mother’s kitchen. Lisa invited you round for dinner and after eating, the two of you just sat there unable move. That’s the best part about Lisa’s cooking, you’ll, never have to worry about unnecessary snacking afterwards, she’ll be sure to fill you to the brim, feeling so bloated that you both render on sickness. It’s a good feeling though, despite how it sounds.

“What’s so funny?” Chris asks, one eyebrow raised at you as you stifle more giggles, all over the image of him seeing his friends dressed as his character Steve Rogers.

A nonchalant shrug as you roll your eyes to brush him off fails as he pokes you in your side with the tip of his finger, the most ticklish part of your body. And as you almost fall off the stool due to dodging his hands, you try to call for mercy.

“Chris, stop” you cackle, snorting a little before slipping off of the stool in one piece, securing your safety before you run to the other side of the kitchen island.

“Tell me what you were laughing at” he smirks, his fingers are mid air wiggling as he tries to approach you.

“It’s nothing, i just remembered the year me, Scott and Zach dressed up as different variations of Steve Rogers” your shoulders move up and down as signal of your amusement, Chris does the same as he buries his face in his hands momentarily. Before he stands upright and takes one of the photographs down off of the refrigerator, sliding it over to you for you to look at.

On the back it’s labelled Y/N, Scott & Zach (Tara’s Halloween bash) and on the front is a picture of all three of you smiling and posing dramatically. With Zach striking Steve Rogers typical hands on belt pose and you standing with a shy expression to embody pre-serum Steves awkwardness and lack of confidence. Then lastly Scott, who is dressed in the war uniform Steve had on during his battles with Hydra, the time he was falling for Peggy. His smile is cute as he poses with his back straight and hands at his sides.

You can remember Chris taking that picture and loving every minute of the synchrony between three people he’s close to.

“Fond memories” Lisa chimes in as she passes behind Chris, taking the photo from his grasp to assess it herself “those parties bring such joy” and you nod in agreement. Lisa’s always been so kind and family oriented, you’ve always loved the way she was able to make everyone and anyone feel welcome.

“So Lisa, have you had the pleasure of meeting this new mystery woman yet or are we all well and truly out of the loop when it comes to Chris’s love life?” you inquire, speculating what you’ve been suspecting, intentional secrecy.

Chris loves his privacy, but usually he confides in you as well as his family about matters such as his love life. This has clearly gone out of the window with this new woman though. He’s never kept it locked away before, which as much as you’re trying to fight it, it is making you unsure of it all. Is she asking for a padlock on their newfound love and further allowing Chris to push you and everyone in his tight knit circle away?

You’ll have to meet her to find out, you’ve always been great at reading people.

“Funnily enough, no, i haven’t. Being his mother i would have hoped he’d have introduced the two of us but he’s been very guarded with it. It does worry me a little” she admits, shrugging as she puts the Halloween photo back onto the refrigerator and securing it with a magnet.

“Mom, come on. It’s not like that and you know it. Jasmine and I have just focused on getting to know one another and i didn’t wanna scare her off by introducing her to friends or family so soon. However, now we’re ready to come out of the shadows and you’ll all get to meet her next week at Tara’s party” he justifies, raising his brows and looking back and forth between yourself and Lisa who just looks at her eldest son with an understanding expression.

Lisa only ever wants her children to be happy, despite Chris being 40, he’s still her baby, always will be. So anyone that could potentially break his heart is a threat. She just wants to sus Jasmine out.

You shrug too, dismissing the subject altogether before Lisa leaves the two of you alone again.

Talk about an awkward situation.

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One last look at yourself in the mirror and you’re certain this is the sexiest costume you’ve worn for Halloween in years. But it’s never been because you’ve not wanted to push the boundaries, it’s more that you don’t see Halloween as an excuse to dress sexy. You’re just yourself and this year you felt a gravitational pull towards Lara Croft, it just so happens that your costume looks sexier than it should. However, there are absolutely no complaints on your part.

You sit on the edge of your bed to put your boots on before taking a couple snaps in your bedroom mirror. Once that’s done you’re ready to go. Tara’s Halloween party better be ready for Lara.

Whilst you’re gathering your things before leaving, Chris is in his car, his new girlfriend Jasmine riding shotgun, a smile so big it’s ear to ear.

“Nervous baby?” he coos, looking over at her with adoration.

“Hm, not really. I guess i’ve sorta come to terms with not everyone liking me so i let myself go. All i can do is be who i am and not try too hard”

Chris intertwines their fingers before lifting their hands to place a chaste kiss to the back of her hand, a simple yet loving action that seems to be making Jasmine’s heart melt as she smiles with hearts in her eyes.

He can only hope that she gets along with everyone, especially yourself, Tara and Scott. If his mom shows up this year, it’ll be like a family introduction and he’ll never admit this out loud, but it already took a lot to convince Jasmine to meet his friends and brother. If she has to meet his mom too, it could potentially overwhelm her, and that’s the last thing he wants.

You arrive at the party a little after 8:30pm, a good half hour after the time stated on the invites, the golden rule is usually that the party never starts at the time stated. It always starts a good two hours afterwards. But you like to be early, it’s a curse.

Whilst awaiting the arrival of the other guests, yourself, Tara and her husband Jason set up the house, preparing all of the finger food and placing all of the available drinks on the dining room table, including her signature spooky spicy punch. You’re not entirely sure what she puts into it but it tastes great and that’s all that matters.

The Halloween themed playlist starts to blare into the house, surround sound is a magical thing.

Before you know it, it’s 9:15pm and everything is pretty much done, Tara and Jason left you to get first dibs on the drinks and snacks whilst the two of them went to put their costumes on. Tara always kills it and even now as you’re guesses of what she could be dressed as, you know it’ll be great.

Halloween is pretty much your favourite time of year, horror movies, kids trick or treating, costume parties and who doesn’t love an excuse to consume obscene amounts of candy? You know you do.

Footsteps on the stairs alert you of Tara approaching and as she struts into the room, causing you to pause midway through taking a sip of your spooky punch, you smirk.

“You didn’t” you say before bursting into a laughing fit “it’s genius” you compliment before standing next to her and looking into her living room mirror above the couch.

“Let’s get this party started” she claps her hands together before turning the music up and posting the sign on the front door of her house to alert all guests to ring the doorbell as it sends a notification to her phone instantly. But right as she gets herself a drink and is about to sip it, her phone lights up. A cheesy grin fills her face side to side as she makes her way to let everyone in.

First to arrive is Scott and Steve, his new boyfriend. Although you were really close to Zach, Steve is equally as nice and the two of you hit it off instantly. He’s super friendly and he really goes out of his way to ensure that Scott visits family often enough, despite the fact that the two of them live in L.A together. It’s admirable.

You greet the two of them by posing like Lara Croft in the centre of the kitchen as they walk in, the two of them came as ghostbusters. Inventive and Halloween themed for sure. However, they aren’t the regular ghostbusters, but the female versions, they’re kitted out with wigs and everything, you can’t help but smile.

“Well well well, if it isn’t Miss Croft. Tell me Lara, is there a ghost you need help scaring away?” Scott says, girly voice to match as he pretends to spray an imaginary ghost.

“My saviour” you mock, hand on your heart before hugging them both, at the same time.

This night is going to be fun, yet again, as it always is.

An hour later and more guests fill Tara’s home, all in a wide variety of costumes from Pennywise the clown to the different spice girls.

And although you’re having fun, the looming meeting with Chris’s new girlfriend is weighing you down. What if she is weird about your friendship? What if he acts weird around you to avoid upsetting her? What if he doesn’t want to be friends anymore?

Okay, okay! That sounds very overdramatic and pathetic, you already know, It’s just Chris has always been very clear with past girlfriends that you’re his best friend, alongside Tara, and if said girlfriend couldn’t move past that, they couldn’t be in his life, but what if he doesn’t do that this time around. Granted, Chris is a very loyal person, so there are high hopes that remain, you just have to continue to trust and believe in him.

The doorbell rings as you walk past the front door upon descending the stairs, so you decide to get it for a change, giving Tara a break from the back and forth.

As soon as it swings open, Chris and who you’re assuming to be Jasmine stand there in their costumes, Prince Phillip and Princess Aurora. AKA Sleeping Beauty. It suits him, you’ve always told him he has the face of a Disney prince. And he clearly agrees.

You’re frozen in time just staring at the two of them until the sound of Chris clearing his throat brings you crashing back down to earth.

“Sorry! Hi, come in guys” you stand to the side momentarily whilst they scoot past you and into the living room, you take their coats and drape them over the back of the couch before turning to face the new couple.

“So...you must be Jasmine. I’ve heard so much about you, i’m Y/N” with your friendliest smile plastered on your face as you step forward, arms out ready to hug her, she surprises you by stepping back and giving you her hand for you to shake. Not the best start, you’ll admit.

“Nice to meet you too” Chris looks back and forth between the two of you, seemingly impressed with the pleasantries exchanged. But you sense an underlying tone of bitterness in Jasmine’s voice. Is she upset with you? No, surely not. You’ve only just met the woman.

“I see you switched things up this year, Lara Croft, i like it” Chris gestures to your costume as you twirl before posing again.

Next up is your turn to acknowledge their couples costumes, as cringed out as you are by them. It’s not that it’s a bad choice, you just never saw Chris as the type to pull that lovey dovey crap. But each to their own. Besides, you can’t fault him when he looks good as Prince Phillip.

“Prince Phillip and Aurora” you beam, as poker face like as you can possibly manage, it’s the only way you’re going to get through this.

“It’s Princess Aurora” she corrects, leaving you to refrain from speaking up, okay, you’re really starting to dislike her now.

She moves forward, working her way through the room and into the newly renovated kitchen where the majority of the guests are, with the monster mash blaring through the speakers.

Tara glances over to see Chris, yourself and Jasmine, immediately rushing to hug your friend from childhood. The 3 of you have always been inseparable.

“Whaddup loser” Tara squeezes him tightly and as she pulls away, Chris bursts into a fit of laughter at her costume.

“Not again” he sighs but secretly, he’s loving it.

“Yes..again! Here i am, the one and only Mr Freezy. Ladies and gentleman, the baddest in town. Care for an ice cream?” she squeaks, pulling out a toy ice cream from her back pocket and holding it in front of Chris.

He claps his hands together in amusement before his signature boob grab comes out to play and we all join in, laughing like school kids.

“Babe, aren’t you going to introduce me?” Jasmine pipes up, worming her way into the circle you formed without realising.

“Oh, shit! Yeah, sure. Tara, this is Jasmine. Jasmine meet Tara, she’s one of my good friends”

“Good? Try lifelong friend. The three of us grew up together actually, so if you wish to dig up any dirt on Chris here, myself and Y/N are the ones to speak to”

Tara smiles at Chris before quickly excusing herself to go and refill her drink, leaving you alone with the loving couple. You decide you need a refill too and even use the moment to offer to get a drink for the two of them, to which they accept. Well, Chris accepted, Jasmine didn’t say a word, just walked through the room observing everything from the decor to the people. If she knew she didn’t want to come here, then why did she? She could have just declined, it’s a lot better than ruining Chris’s night. Or your night too for that matter.

She seems like too much of a stuck up princess for your liking, not really in it for her feelings and more of a clout chaser. You could be wrong, but your intuition is always right on the money, as Lisa always tells you.

Speaking of Lisa, she should be here by now, she always shows up for a little just to see everyone in their costumes.

The song Cuckoo by Adam Lambert comes on and you immediately run to grab Chris for a dance, unaware of Jasmine glaring at you, boy if looks could kill.

Chris grabs your hand, spinning you around as you both start your dance off, pulling your weirdest moves, the biggest kids in the place by far. No doubt about it.

All of your friends gather around to clap the two of you on, wanting to see who wins this year, being as Chris took the title last time. You vowed to yourself to take him down this time. Midway through Chris killing it at the running man, Lisa enters the circle, joining in on the cheering.

Suddenly Jason enters the circle, clearly throwing himself into the mix with who looks to be Tara behind him. Chris spins around to face you “is this a joint dance off?”

Jason steps forward “it is, you and Y/N vs me and Tara” the crowd cheers in excitement as you all prepare to dance. The song changes from Cuckoo to Circus by Britney Spears and now you feel prepared. All the years you made Chris listen to Britney and join in on the dances you made up are about to pay off. As soon as it comes on, Tara smirks.

Lisa cheers as she is handed a drink by Scott, and out of the corner of your eye you can see him introducing Jasmine, Lisa doesn’t look too impressed but she’s putting her best fake smile on. Or at least that’s how it seems.

Chris shimmies to you and you do it back before stepping on his thigh to get a leg up onto his back and without realising it, Chris naturally plays out the dance you made him learn when you were 12. Childhood memories fill you with a bucket load of nostalgia as he spins you around so that you’re face to face and then he moves forward to allow you to bend backward, doing a bridge with your body before jumping up and getting in Jasons face.

The noises coming from everyone are a clear indication that the move your old ass self just pulled off was impressive. You strut back to Chris, high fiving him, it’s abundantly clear he’s proud and impressed too. Not bad for one person who just turned 40 and another who’s 37.

In some ways the two of you most likely resemble Monica and Ross from Friends as they do the routine on that New Years Eve episode, and the thought of that alone almost causes you to crack up but Chris starts doing the robot in front of you so you quickly rush to his side to join in before passing the floor back over to Tara and Jason.

A couple more rounds pass and it’s a tough choice on who is winning, although you’d like to think you and Chris have it in the bag, Tara and Jason have been pulling all kinds of moves out of nowhere. So it’s a close call.

Scott promised to be fair when judging with the assistance of Steve.

The look of Tara in her Mr Freezy costume whilst dancing for her life is too much to handle and you burst into laughter as the last round closes up. The cheers for all of you fills you with excitement. You’ve always enjoyed dancing.

Scott and Steve confer for a moment as Jasmine makes her way over to you and Chris, tapping him on the shoulders and forcing a strained smile on her face as he faces her.

“You have some impressive moves in your little bag of tricks babe, i loved watching you move” her flirtatious tone and wink make you want to shudder but you hold it back and turn to find Lisa, giving her a hug.

“I’m not stopping love, just thought i’d show my face, you know how much i love the costumes. I’m loving Tara’s by the way, she really went above and beyond this year” you second that before Scott interrupts to announce Chris and yourself as the winners

You throw yourself at Chris, his arms wrap around you as he spins you around for a second before putting you back down on the ground. “Knew those dances would pay off” your ‘i told you so’ is looming but Chris stops you in your tracks.

“Hey, this doesn’t mean those many long hours dancing in my backyard are ever going to be memories i wish to revisit”

You poke him playfully but as you notice Jasmine scoff quietly, you step back.

“I’m just going to the bathroom, remind me where it is again babe” her innocent face seems off to you, and you’re not sure why but it seems that from the moment you laid eyes on her, she gave you a bad hunch. Almost like she reeked of trouble, so you wait a while before wondering off too, to the bathroom of course.

As you approach the bathroom door, you hear Jasmine’s voice, she’s trying to be quiet, although the music is pretty loud.

“I don’t know, his money i guess. Have you see that mans net worth? It’s insane. Plus he was rumoured to have a nice dick, so why else would i talk to him? No, Peyton, obviously he doesn’t know. Well, because i wanna keep sleeping with him of course, he’s decent in bed and he buys me things. Besides, that new Chanel is about to drop and mama needs a new bag for her collection. Hahaha, yeah right. Anyway i have to go back down, his weird ass friends are boring me to an early death, but i’ll call you tomorrow. Okay, bye”

What the fuck! Did you just hear what you think you did? Poor Chris is down there thinking he’s with someone genuine. He always expected to have women try it with him because of his fame and money, even you did. But you always thought he’d see right through them. However, he did refrain from introducing her to everyone, perhaps she convinced him she wasn’t ready and was anxious so no one could have a chance at seeing past her phoney exterior.

The toilet flushes so you decide to head back downstairs to join the others, managing to find Chris chatting to Steve about their dogs.

“Hey man” you wrap your arms around him in a side hug, resting your head on his chest as you continue to remain like that whilst he talks more.

“What’s up?” he questions, concern in the tone of voice. You don’t want to have to tell him but she’s not the one for him, she’s fraudulent and rude. He deserves to know and he deserves better.

“Can i talk to you for a second, outside away from everyone?” you start to pick at the skin around your nails anxiously as he nods and excuses the two of you from Steve before pushing past everyone and into the garden.

He sits on the wall, tapping the spot next to him for you and you join, shuffling your feet to prolong it.

Chris watches as you walk over and take a seat beside him, his heart racing as he looks at you, you seem on edge, you have done the whole night and he can’t quite make out what could be bothering you. But whatever it is, he intends to get to the bottom of it right now.

“What’s going on Y/N?” his hands rest in his lap as you avoid looking at him. “Is this about Ja-”

“Jasmine” you finish for him, nodding your head to confirm “she’s not who you think she is Chris, i really don’t have a good feeling about her” the look on his face is one of disbelief and hurt as he shakes his head.

“Is this because of that kiss we shared a couple months back? When you visited me in L.A? Is it because i stopped it? Because if it is and this is jealousy Y/N then i won’t have any of it. Jasmine has tried all night and you’ve done nothing but make her feel unwelcome”

Woah, is he serious? This isn’t how you saw this going down at all. You anticipated a little denial but not for him to throw all of this blame to you and refuse to even hear you out. “Chris, can you at least hear me out?” you plead, standing up and stepping closer to him. But he only stands up to step away.

“Please, don’t even bother”

As you watch him near the door, his hand about to open it to walk back inside you know you have to get him to hear you out somehow.

“I overheard a conversation she was having just now with someone called Peyton” he freezes.

“Peyton is her best friend” he mumbles. Refusing to turn around.

“I don’t want to go into detail. But the short of it is, she’s with you because of your money and fame. She admitted it, i heard it for myself. And if you seriously think i’d ever fuck a relationship up for you because i want you for myself then you really don’t know me as well as i thought. But it’s fine, i’ll let you make your own mind up” you murmur, fighting back tears before heading inside for the annual Halloween pictures.

During the pictures you move away from Chris to distract yourself. The two of you have had some big fights in all the years you’ve been friends, but he’s never not believed you, ever. And it hurts, he assumed the worst of you and now you’re left feeling ashamed.

So once the pictures are done you decide to call it a night, making an excuse about a headache before leaving and calling a cab. Tara’s house is only a 10 minute walk away from yours so you can just come back over to get your car tomorrow whilst it’s light out. For now though, you’re too drunk to walk that far.

Tomorrow is another day and you refuse to let Chris’s words get you down. Yes, the two of you had a moment a couple months back, it was after a night of drinking and it just happened, you don’t regret it but it’s clear he does.

You’ve never particularly viewed Chris as someone who’d ever be more than a friend but right now, you’re conflicted. Have you subconsciously always wanted him? Maybe, but it surely you’d have realised it at some point.

Who knows at this point? You can barely think straight so this is something to be revisited in the morning on a fresh mind.

For now you really need some sleep.

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Your intentions were good, they were pure, they were how they’ve always been when it’s come down to your friendships. You’ve always done nothing but prioritise those around you, and what has it all come to? Your closest friend dismissing you.

Thankfully the blinds are closed as you’re pretty certain the sun is blinding, and you’re feeling the hangover as it’s hitting you at full force. You have to walk to Tara’s today at some point, you’ll need your car back ready for work tomorrow morning, bright and early.

Your feet begin to kick at the duvet like it’s the enemy until it’s pooled at your feet, creasing it. You know you should probably get up to eat and shower, but sadness consumes, wrapping around you, every claustrophobic persons nightmare.

It’s like Chris is your platonic soulmate, granted you’ve kissed and that’s not very just friends of the two of you, but you don’t regret it. Every strong friendship with a man and a woman has to reach a point of testing the romantic waters, and Chris made it very clear he didn’t like you like that. You’re not even mad at him, you were a little disheartened that he was so opposed to it, especially at first, but you got over it.

And you’ve had plenty of dates since then. He’s welcome to be with whoever we wants, even if it’s a stuck up, gold digging, clout chasing woman like Jasmine. Even the sound of her name in your head sounds awful, god she was really quite the woman.

Eventually you manage to slip from the warm sheets on your bed and wander into the kitchen to make yourself some coffee. As you slide around the kitchen, your fluffy bed socks gliding easily, you decide that a shower is very much needed before you eat, you can still smell the alcohol on yourself and quite frankly it’s gross.

Lathering up the shower gel all over your body, you allow your mind to whisk itself away, however, you try to keep all thoughts positive, refusing to allow yourself to think of he who shall not be named.

He’s non existent today, and if he who shall not be named wishes to be friends again, it’ll be down to him to make amends. You know deep down that you did the right thing, whether he liked it or not. Even though it was abundantly clear he in fact heavily disliked the information you spilled to him.

But that’s his issue, not yours.

After showering, changing and eating, you leave to go and pick your car up. You texted Tara to let her know you were planning to stop by, you left your car keys at her place. Thankfully she’s awake and feeling sorry for herself, hangovers are clearly rife within your friendship circle.

You walk up the driveway of her house as she opens the door, looking like hell with her Mr Freezy wig in disarray and it almost causes you to laugh but then your brain chooses to remind you of your fallout with Chris and the frown remains etched onto your face. A clear indicator to everyone that you’re not yourself.

Tara has yet to find out about it but you don’t plan on spilling that information just yet. You’d much rather speak to Chris, whenever he’s ready to that is.

Thankfully Tara isn’t in the mood to make conversation, so it’s easy for you to collect your keys and make your way back to your house as quickly as the speed limits will allow.

But the dread of resolving things with Chris resurfaces tenfold as you pull up to your place and spot his car out front and the moment he spots you coming, he steps out.

The look on his face is similar to one you’ve been harbouring all morning, he feels exactly the same as you do, or at least that’s how it looks.

Slow and steady, you make your way over to him, palms sweaty with anticipation of how this interaction will go down.

“Hi” he mumbles, voice raspy as he stands upright to greet you, but rather than making direct eye contact, you go straight to unlocking the door and giving him a quick hi in response. Being rude was never your intention but you’re assuming that it was a knee jerk response out of frustration.

Once alone in your kitchen, Chris stands one side of the island, with you on the other, neither one of you sure where to start. You’ll be honest, you really weren’t expecting to hear from him for a couple days, let alone see him in the flesh. Maybe, just maybe, he’s growing distant from his usually stubborn ways.

“I don’t even know what to say to you, if i’m being completely honest” maybe not.

“Could start off by apologising” and it seems neither of you have matured in this area.

Neither one of you willing to back down or swallow pride.

But to your surprise, Chris lets out an exasperated sigh before speaking. “I broke up with Jasmine”

You go to interrupt, a rushed assumption that he was going to say something awful, but then it registers, the words he just uttered, he listened to you last night after all.

“W-what?” your stuttering problem chooses now of all times to act, why?

Your spine is straight, your two hands are joined, fingers intertwined as your body aimlessly searches for ways to distract you from your anxiety.

“When i saw you were acting off and i suggested we went somewhere more private to talk, i thought that it was finally happening” huh? what does he mean?

Furrowed brows, eyes narrowed, more than what words could ever say as you silently urge him to continue.

“That kiss we shared, god, that kiss” he draws in a deep breath, taking his time before breathing out and bowing his head, clearly in need of a second.

In the entire time you’ve been friends with Chris, you’ve never seen him so worked up, his anxiety sky rocketing right in front of your eyes as he struggles to express how he feels. For a man with the entire world making assumptions, that he’s a confident man, he’s anything but. Their assumptions are so far from the real Chris, the Chris you’ve know since childhood. He’s gentle, anxious, scared, funny, shy and introverted. His confidence isn’t always 100 percent, it never has been and probably never will be. But that’s why you’ve always loved him.

Your eyes widen, your mouth opens in shock as panic floods you. Do you...do you love him? Is that what this is? Is that what this has always been? Perhaps it has, even when you didn’t know it, even if neither of you have never realised it.

“I’d spent so many years in relationships that didn’t challenge me and excite me, relationships where i gave everything i could to make them work, to the point of forcing it and i could never work out why things never quite fit. But then we kissed. And everything clicked. I’d been searching for something that was right in front of me the entire time, for traits of you in other women when all along you were there and i just never realised until that kiss”

The pounding of your heartbeat against the skin of your chest is so loud right now. Thump, thump, thump. You’re certain he can hear it, can he? Can he hear how fast your heart beats, how every inch of your body aches for the lost opportunities, the chances you never took because neither one of you realised sooner.

“Realised what?” you manage to ask, voice barely above a strangled whisper, your voice unable to work harder than that.

“That i love you. That i’ve always loved you and i never even knew” his body carries him closer to you, his hand grazes yours and you’re still as you watch him and the way he touches you. The denial you’re so desperate to let out, the inability to believe he could ever feel the same way. The inability to believe that this is real, this invisible love you’ve felt for one another without knowledge of its presence.

So many questions fill your mind, racing through it and causing you to feel overwhelmed and dizzy.

‘When did it start?’

‘Was there a moment that it suddenly developed and bloomed?’

‘Did it grow overtime?’

‘Why now?’

“Why?’

‘Why did he push you away after that kiss, and act as though he didn’t feel a thing?’

Okay, let’s start with that question.

“Say something, please” his impatience is growing worse by the second.

“If this is all true, if this is all real. Why did you act like the kiss didn’t mean a thing to you?”

His face is blank, but his eyes tell you everything, he was terrified.

“I didn’t want to ruin our friendship, i didn’t want to cross that line. But last night, seeing you walk towards me under the back porch lights, the way you looked at me, the protective nature you had and have always had, it hit me like a truck. And i’ve handled it all badly, i know. I just didn’t want to accept that yet another relationship had failed, before it had even began. I spent so many years burying my head in the sand, refusing to take a look at the root of why things were going wrong or even to take a look at myself. I guess in some ways i’ve always known it was you, it’s always been you. I just, i-”

The collision of your lips and his cuts him off before he can continue to ramble, you refuse to allow yourselves to waste anymore time when time is so precious. In the grand scheme of things, you only have one life, why waste it sitting on something so huge, when you could live your life and take every opportunity that comes your way.

His lips freeze at first before they begin to slowly move against yours, working together in a familiarity that corroborates everything that’s come to be what you’ve always known. It’s always been you two, your lips have been destined to meet, to move in a slow and steady yet heated rhythm as your bodies connect. Every single moment, every single longing and loving stare, every single late night phone call, every single text and memory that’s made up your friendship, it’s all come down to this moment.

This is when it all sinks in, you never want to be without him, without his love, his touch, his heart. Just him.

He is everything and more. Everything you’ve been waiting for, not even just the superficial elements on your checklist or the non superficial elements, but him. You’ve waited for him.

Just him.

His breathing grows to be irregular and shaky as you both pour your entire souls into this kiss, into sharing how you feel. Actions will forever speak louder than words.

They speak more than words, words are useless when it comes to describing this feeling, one of true, unfiltered, unrelenting love and happiness.

Never in your wildest dreams could you have ever seen this coming. But clearly fate always finds a way.

As you break apart, the heavy breathing escapes, the gasps of pure shock yet satisfaction and pleasure, they all fill the space between you as your foreheads meet.

“Chris? You really hurt me, y’know?”

“I’m so sorry Y/N”

“I know”

Silence once again.

But not for long.

His lips capture yours once more, but only for a brief moment.

“I knew your intentions were always good, and genuine. I was just mad at the situation, not you. But it came out like i was. And i’m so sorry for the things i said. I hated fighting, i hated watching you leave that party early knowing i’d upset you” he’s getting choked up.

“Shh, i know. I know. I believe you, i forgive you”

“I don’t know what i’ve been doing all this time, all the moments you’ve been around to protect me from shit and i’ve been too slow to realise it”

“You and me both. But we’re here now, surely that’s all that matters”

“It is” his lips pucker and press to your forehead before he pulls you to him, closing the gap. His strong arms wrap around you, the missing puzzle piece. A silent click of everything falling into place.

You’re home.

Chris feels his entire body relax, he’s home too.

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Oneshot Cubfan x reader Contains: Fluff, many honey blocks, ending that could be suggestive but doesn't have to be -------------------------------

The first thing you notice when you wake up is how cold it is. How cold it has gotten in the last few days.

The summer is nearing now, trees and some flowers nearing the end of their bloom. With the changing of the seasons warmth should be what you feel. But it isn't.

The last few days have felt cold and seemed dark despite the weather, the sun a constant. Not that you've been outside to enjoy it.

It feels more like the middle of winter than the beginning of summer. Just because there are few clouds in the sky doesn't mean there is an absence of shade.

Once you're up and have gotten yourself presentable you walk around the house. It's empty without him.

How long has it been? You'd check the calendar but you're not sure what day it is. You lost count after the first few days with no contact.

Your husband often would disappear, increasingly so in the last few years. But this time was unlike any other.

Usually he'd come home after a few nights, or at least send you a message to let you know he was alright. You've not heard anything from him in so long at this point.

You're worried, you don't know where he is and you just miss him.

The door knocking doesn't even get your hopes up, mainly because your husband has never knocked on the door once in the time you've known him.

Opening it reveals Hypno, dressed in a bee suit with the hood tucked under his arm. "Hey there Y/n, is Cub in?" You shake your head with a sad sigh.

"No, I have no idea where he is. I haven't seen him in.. I don't know how long." Hypno furrows his eyebrows, clearly concerned.

"He hasn't come home? I thought he would have. I guess I'll be taking this honey right to him." Hypno mumbles to himself. "You know where he is?" You ask, perking up at the thought of seeing him again.

"You don't?" You shake your head in response to Hypno's question. "I suppose that should have been obvious. Well, anyway, you better come with me." Hypno smiles as you do, leading you to his truck.

It would have been faster to fly, but the back of the truck is loaded with shulker boxes filled with honey. That would explain the bee suit.

After a long drive Hypno finally stops by a tent surrounded by chests and shulkers. Next to it is what looks to be a giant arena, you can't tell what's on the inside but it seems to go on forever.

Hypno knocks a few times on the large door, which opens shortly after. Out walks none other than your husband, who looks like he hasn't been home in days. He greets Hypno with a smile.

"Oh man am I glad to see you." Cub pulls Hypno into a hug, not noticing you leant on the front of the truck. "I bet, I brought your five thousand honey blocks. I just need to off load them. Where do you think is best for that?"

Cub points over toward the small chest monster. "It'll be good over there. I tell you, I'm so glad for this to be about done. I miss my bed." Cub chuckles.

"And your spouse I bet." Hypno laughs in return. "Oh yeah, one hundred percent. I hope they're doing okay at home." Cub starts to space out.

"Why don't you ask them yourself?" Cub's full attention is on Hypno's words, and then on you as his eyes meet yours.

Flustered he tries to sort himself out, make himself look a little neater. He tries to straighten the wrinkles out of his coat and make his hair look a little less.. all over the place. You chuckle and shake your head, Cub visibly flushed as he walks over to you.

He looks you over, smiling, before encasing you in his arms. "I've missed you so much." His voice is muffled as he speaks into your shoulder, face buried. His arms are tight around you, but not too tight. It's a welcome feeling after days on your own.

"I've missed you too, Cub. I always do when you disappear for a project." "I was meant to tell you, I just.. forgot." He pulls away from the hug, instead cupping your face with his hands.

"I know, I do. I know you get carried away. As long as you come home, that's what matters." You gently remove his hands from your face, giving him a peck on the lips as you move past.

It's not often you get to come and see Cub's work, even less so while it's unfinished. If there's one thing you know about your husband it's that he is dedicated to getting huge projects finished in a tiny amount of time. Even if that does end up being a serious grind.

"So, what is this?" You ask, looking at the ginormous structure. "And what are the five thousand honey blocks for?" Hypno adds.

Two arms snake around your waist, followed by your husband's voice. "This is total chaos. It's a new game I've been building. And trust me, it will live up to its name." Cub almost chuckles, but doesn't. As if the idea of total chaos is funny to him, entertaining.

"The honey blocks are for the floor. They're all I have left to do. If they're not there there won't be nearly as much chaos. Then I'd have to rename it 'some chaos' and that just doesn't have the same ring to it." Hypno hums at Cub's answer to his question.

"How long until you're done? Until you can come back?" You don't hold your breath that it will be soon. The arena is huge.

"Oh, I don't know.." Cub's words trail off, arms tightening around you. "A few hours if I get some help." A grin appears on your face, that's not long at all. "We better get to it then." You clap, "come on Hypno, let's get this done."

The three of you start working, and finish in what seems like no time at all. Time has passed, the sun low in the sky by the time you're all done. Every block of honey placed and all the shulkers loaded back onto Hypno's truck.

By the time you're back at your house the sun is gone and the moon is providing the light. Hypno bids the two of you a good night before driving off in the direction of his own base.

"I'm so glad to be back." Cub smiles, hanging his coat by the door. "Not as glad as I am to have you back." You reply.

Cub turns to you with a smile on his face. "Wanna bet?" You chuckle, taking his hand. "Maybe tomorrow, love. How about for tonight you and I go enjoy that bed that you've missed so much." Cub's grin softens.

His grip on your hand is firm as he gently pulls you toward the stairs. "I've missed you and your ideas so much. To bed!" Cub's exclamation makes you laugh, you chasing him up the stairs.

For the first night in a while you don't have to sleep alone. You look forward to what follows, waking up in your husband's arms.

#cub x reader #cubfan x reader #hermitcraft x reader #mcyt x reader #oneshot #cub #cubfan #cubfan135 x reader #cubfan135 #hermitcraft #mcyt #hypnotizd #fluff #mcytblr x reader #mcyt fanfiction #hermitcraft fanfiction

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kulturegroupie · 2 years ago

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Something that scares me is the amount of hate towards woman and towards the lgbtq+ community on social media, and in real life. Like there is so much misogyny on tiktok especially, the amount of creeps on there is messed up. Also the amount of homophobia is so disturbing. I see thousands of comments of people joking about killing someone who is gay. Like i feel like it’s getting worse.

Also one thing that always puts me off is.. Why do men always make fun of women for everything we do? We get hated for liking music, especially rock music. I’ve seen so many sexist men and who put down women who like rock bands, especially when we like bands such as Pink Floyd and Led Zeppelin. But men never get hated on for liking things such as sports and other stuff. There’s just so much misogyny and it’s scary. I just want to enjoy my favourite things in peace.

Thankfully on tumblr there is a really nice community and it’s very welcoming here, which is why I like it better than other sites. It’s so much better than Reddit, omg never go on Led Zeppelin Reddit the fans are awful. On tumblr there’s lot of good people on here, especially Led Zeppelin fans. The ones on here are much nicer than the ones I see on Reddit.

Sorry this is really long, I’m just so frustrated with the amount of hate I see towards woman and the lgbtq+ community. I just want to live in peace, I don’t think it will ever happen.

omg anon, i feel you. i have always been attracted to things that were considered "of male interest", such as rock music, sports and so on, and because of this i have had to deal with male bullies my entire life. i watched boys' cartoons growing up and my dream was either to be a football player or the guitarist of a famous rock band by the time i was 10. even now that i'm an active member of the classic rock community i've had tons of encounters with men who were convinced they knew more than me - most of them didn't. and you know why this is? during the many years i've spent in this community i have noticed that usually women know more about rock than men do. obviously this is not the case 100% of the time, but i can guarantee you that many men don't bother learning more than the very basic facts or songs and then they come talking down on us thinking that since they're men, they must know more.

i've had a guy last year - who was very awkwardly trying to hit on me - saying that since i'm a girl, i must like "girl songs", meaning love songs and more mellow songs, i guess. based on this completely false supposition, he thought he was better than me because of course he couldn't possibly like love songs, right? he's a man.

this whole situation has slowly brought me to a general distrust in the straight white male population, if most of them think less of me solely based on my appearance, how can i blindly trust any of them? of course i love meeting and talking to new people and i have no problem socialising with men, but once i sense something's off i get the fuck away lmao. i'm sick of being treated like i'm stupid no matter what i do or say, i'm sick of sexism and ignorance. i just wanna live in peace, too.

#forever supporting women and minorities in whichever way i can #this is no attack on men but just a reflection on my life experiences tbh #when they don't even listen to you cause you're female you know something's fucked up

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luimnigh · 7 months ago

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The first opening act was Maid of Ace, a punk-rock band made up of a quartet of sisters from Hastings in the south of England. They were fun, had a very raw, harsh style to them. They played so hard it made me feel like I was on the barrier.

Next up was Nothing But Thieves, who surpised me by having some songs I knew. Specifically, their tracks Sorry and Welcome To The DCC.

Real solid band, a more pop-oriented sound, with some tracks having electronic influence. The vocalist worked the crowd well, too, he was funny. Joked about the band having a confused sound, and said the next song was the best song on their setlist, before breaking into a cover of The Pixies' Where Is My Mind.

I'm not a person who's really big into discovering music, but they definitely encouraged me to look up some more of their stuff.

But finally, it was time for the only band I go to concerts for: Green Day.

And they were off to a surprise: after the traditional crowd-hyping use of Bohemian Rhapsody and Blitzkrieg Bop, the usual song for the walk on-stage is The Good, The Bad and The Ugly; but this time it was a mashup of The Imperial March, We Will Rock You, and I Love Rock And Roll.

And after starting with The American Dream Is Killing Me from the new album Saviors, they then launched into the gimmick of this tour.

It's the thirtieth anniversary of their breakthrough album, Dookie. So they're playing the entire album, in order, for every show.

I heard so many songs I've never heard live before. Having A Blast, Chump, Pulling Teeth, Coming Clean, Emenius Sleepus, In The End, F.O.D....

Even ones I have heard live don't always get on the setlist. It was 2013 when I last heard Burnout and Sassafras Roots and 2017 for She.

The only Dookie songs you're guaranteed to hear every time are Basket Case, When I Come Around, Welcome to Paradise and Longview. So it was so fucking good to hear all this stuff.

Though speaking of things I've never seen live before: midway through Chump, Billie stopped the whole show because he saw someone go down in the crowd, and only started again after he'd seen them get back up and made sure they had a path out of the crowd.

I'd seen videos of him doing this, but it's never happened at any of the shows I've been to before.

So after finishing off Dookie (including orchestral version of the secret track, All By Myself, sung by Tre), we were back into some old favourites and new tracks.

Know Your Enemy is basically the only guaranteed song from 21st Century Breakdown (even 21 Guns only gets played half the time, in my experience), then there was a trio of songs from the new album (Look Ma, No Brains!; Dirty Rotten Bastard, and Dilemma, which was my favourite of the three), followed by Minority and, much to my surprise, Brain Stew, which I love but have only heard them play once before.

And then we got into the other anniversary this tour is celebrating.

See, it's not just 30 Years since Dookie... it's also the twentieth anniversary of American Idiot.

And they're playing the whole of it too.

And American Idiot is fantastic for this sort of treatment, because American Idiot is a rock opera. There's a storyline running through the songs.

That's why they turned it into a musical.

While American Idiot has more songs in the rotation, there's still plenty I hadn't heard before. Give Me Novacaine, She's A Rebel, Extraordinary Girl, Homecoming (the other 9min song from the album) and Whatsername.

God, Whatsername. I love that one.

And 2017 was the last time I heard Letterbomb.

And we ended the night with two encore songs. First up was Bobby Sox, from the new album.

God, I hope they never stop playing Bobby Sox at shows.

Just hearing thousands of people roaring out the final chorus of:

"Do you wanna be my girlfriend?

Do you wanna be my boyfriend?

Do you wanna be my girlfriend?

Do you wanna be my boyfriend?"

Turning entire stadiums of people bi, if only for a few minutes. And during pride month! Never stop playing this one.

And then Billie came out with an acoustic guitar and started to play 99 Bottles Of Beer On The Wall just to fuck with us, before ending it with Good Riddance.

After the concert, in a moment directly out of r/thathappened, a guy came up to me and said I'd made his night, because I'd sung along to the entire performance and knew all the words to every aong. I'm pretty sure I forgot some, but I swear that happened.

Then it took an hour and half to get a tram back to the city centre, where I was delighted to discover than most fast food restaurants were still open past midnight.

Even Subway. Subway in my hometown closes at 5pm.

So, yeah. Fucking amazing time. And honestly? Not too hard on my savings. Ticket to the concert was a Christmas gift, so all I paid for was hotel and flights, and that came out to under €300 despite the fact I booked last-minute. Didn't even spend half the pounds I had converted, too.

Which is good, because I have a wedding to go to later this year.

So, Day 2 of Manchester, and the only full day I spent there, as I am writing this from the Airport on Day 3. Just a flying visit.

So after having breakfast, and with a few hours before my appointment, I decided to go visit an attraction. On the way, I saw some nice sights:

I saw Manchester Central Library from my tram.

No idea what these are, but I think they're taller than any building in my entire country. Ireland doesn't build upwards, for some reason.

Foreshadowing for my next trip abroad.

Nice looking bridge.

It's difficult to make out, but there's Blue Peter badges on the railing in front of the building.

But anyway, I'd come here to see a exhibition that details a history of strife and turmoil, death and atrocity, and many terrible deeds.

The Coronation Street Experience!

Just kidding, I went to the Imperial War Museum (North).

Despite the name, it's a very somber, respectful, and ultimately anti-war museum detailing the personal stories of soldiers and civilians from wars across the 20th Century.

The first thing you see when you walk into the main exhibition space is an anti-war sculpture, invoking both the imagery of military graveyards and bombed-out cityscapes:

Then again, the second thing you see is a Harrier Jumpjet:

#luim in manchester #9/11 tw

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stcveskent · 4 years ago

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their little miracle; chris evans

pairings: chris evans x reader

warnings: fluff and a bit of swearing

request on wattpad

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its been 8 months,since you heard that you would be giving a little miracle of yours and chris, soon. You still remember the day when both of you saw the baby for yhe first time, as it moved around your belly.

you remember how Chris held your hand when he saw your baby, and said, "it's ours" while crying, you remember the day when he found out it was a baby girl, and he was so happy, and when he told his family about it, they were crying too, because their son's dream came true. Since then he never left your side. Well, he haven't announced it on the internet too . He used to talk to your baby, late at nights, when she won't let you sleep, by endless kickings.

"Hey honey, don't do that to Mama." He says, slowly, and calmly as you laid down next to him, and his hands on your belly rubbing it gently.

"I won't leave your side, y/n." He whispered softly and kissed you. During those times, when Chris got intimate with you, for eg, he would kiss you more often, and lay next to you all the time, hold your hands all the time, you used to blush alot, as if it was a school crush, you could say it was the hormones.

"i love you so much." He says and you smile.

"I love you too and more." You reply and he wraps his arm around you, and kiss your head, and then you gasped as soon as your baby kicks you, because you were giving all the attention to her daddy and not her and even daddy didn't give her attention.

"alright baby, i love you too." He says as he keeps a hand on your belly and you laughed at how your daughter already had control over her Dad, even before her birth.

your smile grew wider, as all those thoughts came to your mind, and Chris noticed how you were smiling, and thinking about some things. He smiled looking at how adorable you looked.

"what're you smiling at, sweetheart." He asks as he comes closer, and kisses you gently.

"thinking of how our girl, already has control over her dad." He smiles as he heard you, it was a very different feeling for both of you.

"Well, trust me, the queen has more control than the princess." He says referring to you and you roll your eyes.

"oh stop!" You said as both of you chuckled, just then, to ruin the moment his phone rang. He groaned, and you laughed at him.

"Always messing up my moments, with my queen." He said, and you blushed at how he made you feel so good.

"Chris, i'm sorry to call you now." His manager spoke, as chris answered.

"No its fine, Joshua? what did you need?" He replied.

"Well, the agency has been calling up alot, for your photo shoot, and i tried to decline it, because you wanted to stay with your wife, but they aren't listening , and said you're their hope."

"alright fine! I'll do it."

"ah thank god!! I'll arrange the dates and timing and inform you."

"Alright!" Chris says as he ends the conversation and looks at you, smiling.

"What's wrong?" You asked

"I have to stay away from you for a couple of hours."

"and what would be the reason?" You asked as he sits next to you and pull you closer to him, and you put your head on his shoulder.

"There's this photo shoot they need me to do it and I honestly don't wanna stay away from you, even if its for a couple of hours, you're now close to your date, I can't just leave you here all alone, when you'd need me." He spoke.

"Chris, i'll be fine, you're worrying too much, babe. I can manage on my own, honey!"

"I know you can, i just don't want to be away from you and our daughter." You smiled as he said that, how your daughter's and his bond was so strong.

"babe!!" You squeeled and hugged him and he kissed you multiple times. Just then the phone rings and he groans again.

"Its the agency, i'll have to take it, i'm so sorry!!"

"Its fine, honey." You said and he answered the call, going into the living room to talk while you watched some TV

"Thank you so much, Chris for joining us!" He said and chris smiled.

"The pleasure is all mine!"

"Is there any arrangements we can do for you?" Just as those words left his mouth, he smiles thinking of an idea.

"Yes! Could i get my wife with me? I want her to be next to me."

"Ofcourse sir! It's our pleasure to have her with us, and we can have some couple photoshoot too!"

"Thank you! See you, soon!" He says and walks to you.

Chris comes back to you and tells you that he's made arrangements for you to come with me, you denied at first but he made you to agree to it, typical christopher and then the day comes when you had to go with him. You were nervous about something which he had completely forgot about. Announcing about your little miracle.

As soon as both of you entered, the photographers welcomed you both so warmly, and as expected they were shocked by the news, and they were happy for both of you.

As soon as chris finished his part of the work, you two had to pose together, it was all cute with him, and then the photographer requested that you should have a photo or two of your own with your bump and Chris happily agreed to it.

Just after you completed your work, you told Chris, that now seems to be the right time to tell everyone about it. No , only family and some of his close friends knew about this, so he was just concerned about how his fans and co workers would annouce, but you knew things would fall back into a perfect position.

"I posted it." He said and breathed.

"i did too!" You said and smiled.

Just a second later, yours and his phone were filled with notifications, hundreds to thousands, and all were really happy about it, because all of them understood that this was Chris's dream and you could only turn into his reality.

a week or two has passed, Chris had to go through a lot of press , and interviews where the main interest was your pregnancy. As you waited for him to get over with the last interview for the month, and after that he promised he'd take a break, he comes to you.

"How was it?" You asked as he kissed you and sat next to you.

"It was good, i was happy to tell them, how you made me happy, and they obviously wanted you, but i said you were resting."

"Thank you —*gasps* oh shit!" You said and his eyes came out if his eye sockets.

"Baby what happened?!"

"She's coming omg!! My water broke!!!" You said and he panicked, he was roaming around the house finding the baby bag, and you felt contractions, which were going on for a day which you tried to ignore.

"Chris where the fuck are you?!" You yelled, as the contractions hit you again.

"I found it!! Let's go." He said as he helped you get up and rush you to the hospital, through out the ride he didn't leave your hand, and just made you breathe, but it was true, when you're about to give birth, your temper loses, and poor Chris had to listen.

Now you were in the waiting room, with him and yours and his family started to visit you both.

"Hey!" Your mom said and rushed to hug you as you breathed.

"Hey Mom! I'm good? Are you?" You asked and she laughed at you.

"I know, the temper, i gave birth to three kids!" She said and hugged Chris, and he chuckled and stopped as soon as you gave him a death glare.

"come on! my little girl needs a break, how are you feeling honey?" Your dad says and you roll your eyes.

"P A I N!" You said and then your siblings laugh at you.

"Y/n , for real, you need to calm down, also guess what i already have done half of the preparations for my niece!!" your brother says while your sister argues with him that it was she who did it, and that made you laugh, and Chris smile looking at you.

His mother stayed longer with you but then you told her to go, because she looked tired, and she agreed, time passed and you were ready to deliver the baby, Chris started to breathe heavily, he was nervous, more than you.

"Its gonna be fine, babe!" You said and he nods

"I'll be next to you the whole time." He says and you nod.

Slowly the doctors start to give you instructions to how to push till they count till 10 and you agree to it, clearly understanding their instructions.

"Push!" They said and you pushed while your groaned and your grip on chris's hand tightened.

"You're doing amazing honey!" He encouraged and honestly, that made you stay strong till the end.

Just few more pushes later, the cries of your baby girl were heard and you sighed as both of you burts into tears. They laid your little miracle on top of you as Chris adored both of you, he starts to wipe his tears, and the doctor takes your little girl away.

"No where are you taking her!" Chris says and you chuckled at him.

"they're cleaning her, she'll be back soon, with us." You said and he looked at you with a smile.

"You did so good today!" he says and you smiled at him.

"It wasn't possible without you." You said and he shook his head.

"You're the most strongest women i've ever seen, and how beautiful you look today! Your glowing baby!" He says and you laugh as he pressed his lips onto yours in a sweet and filled with love kiss.

"I love you so much." He says

"I love you more!" You reply and they bring the baby back to you, and Chris holds her, tears falling from his eyes, as he met his daughter.

"She's so beautiful just like her Mama!" He says and you feel your tears falling.

"Daddy loves you and your Mama so much! He'll do everything to protect both of you!" He says as he holds her in his arms and kisses her multiple times on her head.

"Okay now, Mama also needs attention!" You said and he laughed and kissed you again, and just then you met your family, already waiting and excited to greet their grand child, neice and goddaughter.

Yours and Chris's mother couldn't hold back tears and were crying with joy, while Scott hugged you and cried and you were crying because he was crying , which made everyone laugh and later Scott Shanna, Carly and your siblings already started giving suggestions for the baby names for your little miracle.

It was the best day of your life, you for the first time witnessed how one life can bring so much happiness to so many people, and you were only concerned about your husband, who was on cloud 9 because of his happiness and you couldn't stop smiling because of him. You won't be able to forget this day ever!

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done with your request!!hope you liked it❤️

also, but Daddy!Chris is making me cry😭😭

#andy barber #andy barber fluff #andy barber smut #chris evans #chris evans fluff #chris evans smut #ransom drysdale #ransom drysdale smut #steve rogers #steve rogers fluff #steve rogers and reader #nomad steve x you #chris evans angst #chris evans x reader #steve rogers angst #ransom drysdale angst #ransom drysdale fluff

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xneens · 4 years ago

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side to side

Warnings: swearing

Word count: 4.6k

Summary: In which you're performing your hit single in front of your fellow Avengers cast-mates and Chris can't seem to take his eyes off of you, catching the attention of a few cameras.

"I'm here with the biggest pop-star of this generation, and she plays the very talented daughter of Tony Stark," the interviewer announced your name, smiling brightly at you as the camera panned your way. The hundreds of thousands of fans at home screaming when your face appeared. "How do you feel with all your nominations tonight?"

You smiled at the camera, giving a small wave at the people watching at home. "Honestly, I'm just glad I was even considered for these nominations. I mean, my girls Taylor, and Billie...they're amazing and I'm so happy to be put in the same category as them."

The lady grinned at you, her eyes twinkling. Or maybe it was her sparkly dress, the fabric nearly blinding you with how it shined under the lights. "If you ask me, you've got a pretty good chance at winning. I mean, your hit single—Side to Side—surpassed, like, a billion views in just a month? That's impressive."

"Well, I couldn't have done it without my fans." you replied, winking at the camera.

It was that time of the year again, where every artist, actor, and YouTuber hit the stage for the People's Choice Awards. With your crazy schedule, and the lack of sleep, you had planned to skip the award show until your friend, and co-star, Chris Evans—Captain America himself—convinced you otherwise. Even with the categories you've been nominated for had been more than a handful, but it was the begging and constant complaining from Chris that made you get off your tired ass and put it into a tight dress.

Your hit single, Side to Side, had everyone anticipated for your performance, unsure if you would be performing until the producers had put your name into the advertisement, making fans blow up Twitter. You were sure they had advertised your own song, along with your movie nominations, more than you ever had.

With nominations of Movie of the Year (Avengers: Infinity War), Action Movie of the Year (Avengers: Infinity War), Female Movie Star of the Year (Amara Stark), Female Artist of the Year, Song of the Year (Side to Side), Music Video of the Year (Into You), Beauty Influencer of the Year, and Social Celebrity of the Year, you had your hands full, which had only made your manager glow with happiness.

"Of course!" the interviewer agreed, glancing at the teleprompter filled with tiny words. "It was rumored that you wouldn't be coming, and a lot of us were upset, including me. Was that just a rumor or..."

"Actually, it's not that far off. I'm fucking—oh, shit—oh no!" you gasped, covering your mouth before anymore foul words could come out on live television. Instead of correcting you, the lady laughed, patting your arm softly. "Can't say that on tv. My bad. I, uh, with everything going on, I've been really tired, and I haven't slept in a week. I just wanted to chill, and accept my nominations at home but someone convinced me to come. So, if I say or do anything ridiculous tonight, I'm blaming him and my lack of sleep."

She nodded, clapping slowly. "I think that's fair. Is that someone, your onscreen father, RDJ?"

"He was one of the many people who unsuccessfully changed my mind, but no, it was Chris Evans. He promised me a day with his adorable dog, Dodger, and I couldn't refuse." you said, grinning at how his face had changed from hopeless to cocky as soon as he brought up Dodger.

"If I'm remembering this correctly, Chris Evans is that very handsome man you had kissed in your music video earlier this year. Into You, right? How do you feel kissing one of your co-stars outside of the movies your working on?"

"Technically, it was still acting, and I have kissed him before, so it wasn't awkward at all." you answered, glad Chris had accepted the role. Not only had it sky-rocketed the views and streams, but it made you feel better that it was his lips you were kissing and not a random model's. Yet, it didn't feel as professional as it had before when you pulled away after a take.

In scenes where you had to kiss the Boston actor, it was as professional as kicking Anthony Mackie's ass in Civil War but the kisses you shared on the set of the music video was definitely more personal. At the time, you had brushed it off as Chris being recently single, but now that you had broken up with Henry, you started questioning it again.

The interviewer nodded, squinting once more to read the words off the teleprompter before asking you another question that would certainly make the headlines. "I've been reading up on all those juicy tabloids and I've got one question that would satisfy my curiosity. Was Into You written about Henry Cavill or Tom Ellis?"

Usually, that type of question made you change the subject or altogether avoid the matter but this time, you wanted to joke about your failed engagement. "Henry, but Side to Side was written about Tom since I wanted more Grammy's considering the last album I put out won me a few. But this time, I'm gonna do it without an engagement."

The woman faked a laugh, surprised by the blunt honesty of your answer. "Um, you certainly do have a thing for British men, eh? I don't want to keep you up, but one more thing, for the fans. They've been dying to know if there's anything going on between you and Chris Evans. Any tea you wanna spill?"

"There's none to spill. We're just friends but it's always amusing scrolling through Twitter to find these edits of us." you replied, fidgeting slightly with the hem of your dress. Like usual, you had wondered if you should've worn something less extra but you had let your stylist play dress up with you for the past few months.

"Of course. Well, good luck to you, and I can't wait to see your performance." she said, giving you a little pat on the shoulders before announcing your name once again.

You got off the little platform, immediately taking Chris' awaiting hand, holding onto it as you climbed down the steps in your dangerous stilettos. Sighing, you leaned on him, trying to avoid the blinding camera flashes. "That was more exhausting than I thought it would be. You need to get me some caffeine after this is over because there's no way I'm making it to the after show without at least a few cans of Red Bull."

"So dramatic." Chris grinned, childishly sticking his tongue out as he guided you down the red carpet, stopping when told to take a picture. He let go of your hand, only to wrap it around your waist as you posed for the pictures. "Are you going to the after party?"

Posing seriously for a few seconds, you let your smile back on your face, facing the man beside you. "I was thinking about it, take a few photos, and head back home. Aren't you?"

"Actually, I was thinking we could ditch it and just hang out. You know, I did promise you some time with Dodger and you could waste a couple hours sleeping." he replied, his hand tightening ever so slightly on your waist. Flashing you a shit-eating smirk, he nudged you a little, pulling you away from the blinding flashes. "What do you say?"

You opened your mouth to answer only to be cut off by your manager, Alexandre coming out of nowhere to rip you away from Chris' arms. The latin man sighed in annoyance, glancing at his watch while giving you the look you've seen too many times before. "You're supposed to be in wardrobe right now. Get your ass backstage, and change before you miss your own performance. As for you, Mr. Evans, Megan wants your ass in a chair."

"I'll see you after." you say, getting dragged by your manager, winking at the actor before walking towards the changing area, the cameras following you until they couldn't enter the area.

Getting ready before a huge performance always calmed you down, maybe it was the smell of makeup or the feel of designer clothing made especially for you, but something about it made you feel comfortable and cozy. It was like a routine, especially with all the music videos and movies you had to film, the makeup, the hair.

They made you sit back, giving you your phone like a child while they made you even more sparkly than before, making sure you'd stand out against the flashing lights during the performance. A performance you made sure no one would ever forget. Smiling, you let your thoughts drift back to a certain super soldier as you were pampered.

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"Welcome to the People's Choice Awards!"

The room darkened, the blue and pinks lights focusing on the stage as cameras all turned towards your shadow. Making sure your mic was set properly, tried to see past the darkness, to see a familiar face or two but with the headache coming on from the tight half-ponytail didn't help your case. The music started, the beat vibrating, you flipped your hair, and started.

"I've been there all night

I've been there all day (Nicki Minaj)

And boy, got me walkin' side to side (Let then hoes know)"

You rode the bike, belting out in your microphone, the attached headset limiting your movements a little. Gripping the handles, you made eye contact at the camera to your left, winking at it as you pedaled.

"I'm talkin' to ya

See you standing over there with your body

Feeling like I wanna rock with your body

And we don't gotta think 'bout nothin'

I'm comin' at ya

'Cause I know you got a bad reputation

Doesn't matter, 'cause you give me temptation

And we don't gotta think 'bout nothin'"

As you had sung, your eyes had adjusted to the bright spotlight focused on you, seeing a shadow of the one person you wanted to make you walk side to side. While you had answered the reporter's question, you hadn't been completely honest. Some of the lyrics had been written for the Bostonian; or to be more exact, your sex fantasies. With the chorus coming up, you let go of the handles, trying not to fall on your ass as you clapped your hands above your head, the claps matching the beat.

"These friends keep talkin' way too much

Say I should give you up

Can't hear them, no, 'cause I..."

Trying to be bold, you stared at him, his face in particular. The spotlight had blinded you so much that you couldn't see what his reaction was—or anyone's for that matter—but maybe it was a good thing. After all, his gaze always made you blush no matter how hard you tried not to. Pedaling faster, you threw your head back, hoping the motion would draw everyone's—Chris'—eyes on your chest.

"I've been here all night

I've been here all day

And boy, got me walkin' side to side

I've been here all night

I've been here all day

And boy, got me walkin' side to side"

With the help of a shirtless dancer, you got off your bike, taking the sheer jacket from him, and putting it on as you walked towards the front of the stage, moving your hips in to the beat of the song. Resting a hand on a shirtless dancer, you positioned yourself so you were grinding your ass against his crotch, throwing back an arm around his neck.

"Been tryna hide it

Baby, what's it gonna hurt if they don't know?

Makin' everybody think that we solo

Just as long as you know you got me

And boy, I got ya

'Cause tonight I'm making deal with the devil

And I know it's gonna get me in trouble

Just as long as you know you got me"

Sashaying to the little balance beam at the front of the stage, you made sure your hips swayed more than usual.

"These friends keep talkin' way too much

Say I should give you up

Can't hear them, no, 'cause I...

"I've been here all night

I've been here all day

And boy, got me walkin' side to side

I've been here all night

I've been here all day

And boy, got me walkin' side to side"

A few seconds after your note ended, you strike a pose on the balance beam, posing for a few more seconds while the cameras turned their attention away from you and onto the queen of rap herself: Nicki Minaj. The leather, pink bodysuit was identical to yours except for the color, her attitude fitting the badass outfit. She began to walk towards the stage, never breaking eye contact with the camera in front of her while the men pretending to work out to the choreo.

"Uh, yeah

This the new style with the fresh type of flow

Wrist icicle, ride dick bicycle

Come through yo, get you this type of blow

If you want a ménage, I got a tricycle

All these bitches' flows is my mini-me

Body smoking, so they call me Young Nicki Chimney

Rappers in they feelings 'cause they feelin' me

Uh, I-I give zero fucks and I got zero chill in me

Kissing me, copped the blue box that say Tiffany

Curry with the shot, just tell 'em to call me Stephanie

Gun pop, then I make my gum pop

I'm the queen of rap"

By the time she had finished her verse, you had caught up with the multitasking of both working out and singing, able to use your full singing capabilities for your high note. Nicki joined you on stage, hyping up the crowd while you built up for the high note, almost every camera pointed at you except for the one focused on capturing the headline-worthy expression slapped on Chris' face.

"These friends keep talkin' way too much

Say I should give em up

Can't hear them, no, 'cause I...

"I've been here all night (Been here all night, baby)

I've been here all day (Been here all night, baby)

And boy, got me walkin' side to side (Side to side)

I've been here all night (Been here all night, baby)

I've been here all day (Been here all day, baby) (Ooh, baby)

And boy, got me walkin' side to side (Side to side)"

Both you and Nicki motioned for the dancers to come towards you, curling your index finger at the sexy men. Singing the refrain, you both made them drop to their knees in front of you, as if they were kneeling at your command.

Just as the last note was sung, everyone clapped, the majority standing up, and more cheered. You noticed Chris hadn't done either, still sitting in his motionless while two camera men pointed their cameras at him. Your eyebrows furrowed, thankfully after the spotlight had shifted over to the miniature stage where the two hosts were babbling about nominations.

You were ushered off the stage along with the queen of rap herself, taking a few backstage photos before quickly returning back to your dressing room to change into your tailored dress. Your mind had wandered to why Chris hadn't applauded—not that he was obliged too, but a little something would've nice, especially with all the days put into the performance.

Taking a deep breath, you entered the big room, filled with your co-stars and other A-list celebrities. Little did you know you'd find out the reason to your question in the morning.

—

The loud ringtone woke you up, the sound obnoxious and borderline abuse to your ears. Beside you, Chris groaned, rolling onto his stomach, trying to muffle the sound of the call with his arm draped over his head. Putting him out his misery, you lazily reached for your phone, pressing the green button with dread, seeing the name across the screen.

"Hello—"

"You're trending on Twitter." Alexandre announced, happy with the results of the previous awards show. While it wasn't something as big as a Grammy or Oscar, judging by the amount of awards you had taken home, you became the people's favorite. "Hold on, lemme rephrase that. You and Chris are trending. Number one, world wide."

Glancing at the man sleeping beside you, you sat up, confused by the information given to you. You blamed Chris for making you stay up so late for your confusion. "Um, why? Did I accidentally have another nip slip?"

"What the hell?" Chris mumbled, rolling onto his back, his arm grazing your bare stomach. He immediately took it back, sitting up to look over your puzzled face. "What's going on?"

You shrugged, putting your phone on speaker so Alexandre could explain. Your manager chuckled, knowing you had stayed the night with Chris. He was just waiting for the day you'd finally have the guts to speak about the growing sexual tension. "Okay, Alex, explain."

"As much as I would love to go into full detail, I have other stuff to do so, I'm going to give you the basics. Chris' reaction to your performance went viral, people are shipping the both of you, and there's been thousands of memes made." Alexandre replied, a smile evident in his voice. "Anyways, I have to go. Got some interviews to schedule. Have fun getting your way out of this, Chris."

Your phone screen went back to the home screen, a picture of your family dog, Buster, smiling widely. Looking at Chris, you saw his eyes widened, his hands coming to rest of his face in embarrassment as he fell back onto the bed with a bounce, his head nearly hitting the headboard. "Oh, fuck."

"Are you going to show me what your face looked like or do I have to scroll through Twitter until I find it? Oh! Maybe they edited it in my performance." you thought out load, tapping on the YouTube app. You hadn't trusted yourself enough to log into your official account, knowing you'd probably make a mistake so you opted for having a secondary account where you could watch cat videos without the anxiety of posting something stupid.

Chris' hand snatched your phone away, tucking it in his pocket, the sweats he had slept in was somehow wrinkled, and his shirt damp from the warmth. "You wanna get some food? I'll cook some bacon but you'll have to make the pancakes 'cause the last time—"

"I wanna see your reaction." you whined, reaching across his stomach for your phone. Chris turned his body away from you, shielding the phone from your reach. "Chris!"

He waved your attempt away, rolling off the bed, his feet hitting the floor before you could fall back on the mattress.You poured, getting on all fours, crawling towards the edge. Chris took a step back, brows furrowing. "It's not important. Let's get you some food."

"Fine." you mumbled, an idea making you light up. Rolling off the bed, you glanced at his phone on the nightstand, exposed and easy to take. With quick reflexes, you grabbed his phone, rolling back on the bed until you reached the other side, making it impossible for him to reach for his phone back.

"Hey!" the Bostonian shouted, launching himself on the bed in attempt to get his phone back. He made a noise as you rushed out of your room, locking yourself in the nearby bathroom, laughing evilly when he threw himself at the door. He yelled out your name, his fist banging on the door. "I'm serious! Don't!"

Ignoring his begging, you opened his phone with your thumbprint. How ironic how much he didn't want you to look at his phone when he was the one who insisted you have the password to it. His arguments became louder as you opened up his Twitter, immediately heading to the trending section, seeing both your names at the number one spot.

"Damn, I look hot." you joked out loud, making Chris silent for a second before pleading for you not to continue. You smirked, scrolling through the tweets, trying to find his reaction. "Jesus Christ, what the hell happened to you? Did you fall on your face or something?"

Chris groaned, banging his head on the door in defeat as he heard your almost inaudible gasp, that quickly turned into little giggles. If he wasn't so embarrassed, he would've broken the door down to hold you in his arms. "Oh, no."

Bursting out into hard laughter, you fell into the large bathtub, hitting your head on the wall but you couldn't care less. The expression on his face during your performance had been borderline comical, the wide eyes, the jaw hanging open, the open hand resting on his chin while his eyes stayed strained on you the whole time, never wavering from your body, the sexy choreography making his jeans tight.

Cackling like the Wicked Witch of the West, tears ran down your cheeks, your stomach cramping from the maniacal laughter. Lifting yourself up from the tub, you stumbled to the door, your loud laugh ringing out towards the whole house. You let Chris in the bathroom, his phone quickly taken from your hand but it was too late. The blush on his cheeks wasn't going away anytime soon. You leaned against him, your head resting on his chest, while you panted out a question. "Why did you look like you were trying to attract flies in your mouth?"

Chris groaned again, covering his eyes with a hand while the other rested on your back. "You're not going to let me live this down, are you?"

"Oh, God, no." you giggled, wiping the tears away, beginning to calm down. Glancing up at him, you noticed everything above the shoulders was gleaming red, the embarrassment too unbearable for him. "Chris, you looked exactly like the first time we were forced to share a bed together."

"Yeah, you have that affect on me."

"You gonna tell me why you looked so ... shocked? Or do I have to search through Twitter and go with whatever fan theory makes the most sense?" you asked, unable to keep the smug grin off your face. Chris closed his eyes, wishing he hadn't made you come to the awards show in the first place. You raised an eyebrow, fingers itching towards his phone. "You know I'll do it, Evans."

The man raised his hands, taking them off of you as he paced around the bathroom, deciding if this embarrassing moment was the right time to finally confess. "It's just, you know, the dance was so ... sexual and hot that I probably wasn't the only one looking at you like that. You can't exactly blame me for being shocked, watching the girl I'm in love with—"

Chris stopped as you be watched the colors drain out of your face, immediately freezing when he realized what he had said. Both of you stared at each other, eyes wide, not moving a muscle, barely blinking; the atmosphere so tense neither of you were breathing, waiting for the other to talk. But neither of you wanted to go first, terrified.

It wasn't until you started to feel dizzy that you realized you hadn't been breathing, letting out a huge breath, trying to relax while Chris did the same, his hands shaking, a nervous tick he got whenever he was anxious. You got the courage to speak first.

"What?"

It was better than nothing.

Chris was so nervous he nearly ran out of the room. There wasn't some kind of handbook or script he could read, helping him tell one of his best friends how head over heels he was for her. So, he said what his brain was stewing. "What?"

"What—what?" you replied, unsure if he even said the L word, so lightheaded by the sudden confession.

The actor stilled, eyes widening even further, while his eyebrows shot up his forehead. "What?"

"What?"

"Say what one more time, Evans, and I will make nothing but mac and cheese for the rest of your stay." you threatened softly, getting tired of not having an answer to your one-worded question.

Chris took a deep breath, hands trembling as he clasped them together, hoping to find the right words, hoping his inner thoughts would come out clear, giving you the answer you asked for. "I'm sorry. What do you want me to say?"

"What you were saying before. You know, before you looked like you saw a ghost and almost stopped breathing. I think that would be a good start." you replied, backing up to take a seat on the plush chair. Chris mirrored your actions, putting down the lid to the toilet before sitting down.

"This isn't the way I wanted you to find out." Chris whispered, his blue eyes trained on the emotions that flashed on your face. Your uncertainty of the situation didn't help his anxiety.

"Okay, um, were you going to tell me in the first place?" you asked, playing with the hem of your shirt—it had been a borrowed Patriots shirt from him. Looking back, you realized all the little things he'd done hadn't been because his platonic love for you. "Or were you just going to keep letting it be this way?"

Fidgeting with his hands, Chris peered through his eyelashes, seeing the hurt flash across your face before you quickly composed it. "Scott was hyping me up, trying to convince me to tell you before you got into another relationship. Do you know the real reason I broke up with Jenny? It hurt like hell when you announced you were engaged. Fuck, I couldn't even pretend to be happy because you were going to have the life I wanted with you, with someone who wasn't me. It was selfish and I got really mad at myself for being a dick."

"But—"

"And then the horrible, horrible relief I felt when you called off the engagement." Chris continued, his heart clenching. "Truth to be told, that was the day I found out I was in love with you, breaking things off with Jenny. Of course, I wanted to wait until you moved on, hoping to be the friend you went to but with my schedule, that was impossible. So, you seemed out comfort in Henry fucking Cavill."

"You're in love with me?" you whispered, hoping this wasn't some kind of cruel dream. If it was, you wouldn't mind staying.

The actor nodded, waiting for you to call him names and rush out. "Yes. You can leave or slap me or whatever you want to do but I love you."

You got up, running a hand through your hair. "Okay."

Chris' heart sank, wishing for any other kind of reaction, wishing you'd do something. Taking a deep breath, he got up. "Is this a goodbye?"

Frowning, you walked up to him, taking his face between with your hands, pressing your lips softly to his. You could feel his heart beat, the little organ beating so hard. You pulled away before he could recover from his shock, before he could kiss you back.

"Hello."

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jullbnt · 16 days ago

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Thank you!! That cake sounds amazing! I ate way too much during the holidays and I don't regret anything haha

As an OoT fan I enjoy my share of tragedy, but I have come to associate SS with canon happy Zelink and I really want it to stay that way ^^

I also feel like such a sad ending doesn't really fit in SS. In OoT for example the tragic ending feels earned because the entire game revolves around this idea that "the flow of time is always cruel" and Link and Zelda are carrying the guilt of letting Ganon into the Sacred Realm. This isn't present in SS in my opinion, and Zelda already makes her sacrifice by sealing herself for thousands of years. It also feels unfair that one Zelda would pay such a high price and not the other. But otherwise yes imagining this second Zelda watching Link leave with another version of herself is heartbreaking and would make a memorable ending!

Nayru could be the Goddess of Time, true! But she's already known as the Goddess of Wisdom and she created the fundamental laws of the world, which doesn't limit her to time. The way I see it Hylia inherited her time powers from Nayru, which lead to her being known as the Goddess of Time. And then it makes sense that the Goddesses would leave the Triforce in the hands of a deity who can foresee the future and plan accordingly. Other things to consider:

To me the Gate of Time looks more violet than blue, like Zelda's bracelets and hair accessories.

It can be activated by the Master Sword, a weapon created by the Goddess Hylia, and the Gates play a huge role in Hylia's plan.

Hylia speaks to Link "from the edge of time" according to Fi.

TotK Zelda is the Sage of Time and I believe OoT Zelda is as well.

OoT Zelda is also able to send OoT Link to a new timeline, which is a lot more than what Sages are usually able to do.

Hylia is known to create very complicated plans that involve time travel.

These are some of the reasons why I believe Hylia is the Goddess of Time, but Nayru makes sense as well. I just think it's a bit restrictive for her.

I know that was not your argument, I was just thinking while writing, sorry haha. I don't expect to get an explanation either, and I like being able to search for one myself!

Rauru making dad puns would be hilarious! I'm sure Link would answer with even worse puns 😆

Honestly I don't have very interesting ideas for Malon's mom, I never thought she was much of a mystery. I like the idea that Talon could have married a Gerudo (though I'm not sure they would suffer such a lazy husband 😅), but in my understanding the children of Gerudo are always Gerudo and can't be Hylians with red hair. But maybe that's just me, I'm not even sure that was ever confirmed. Otherwise I think Malon's mom probably was hard working, she could even be the one who founded the ranch (cause Talon doesn't seem that invested in it). He either inherited it or did what his wife wanted him to do in my opinion.

Oh a Rito using the Roc's Feather/Cape is such a fun idea! I'd love to see that 😆

Same for the Sheikah researchers! They could share their knowledge about technology with the other races and welcome new scientists.

Glad you like this idea!! I thought the towers wouldn't only be protected by Sheikah warriors but that the different races would cooperate. Like the Gerudo would protect their tower, same for the Gorons, and so on. And then Link could recruit new fighters and send them to any tower as the Yiga threat increases. Something like that.

If they ever do a sequel to the Wild games I hope it will be either what you described with sea travel and visiting other countries or an entirely rebuilt Hyrule. I think sea travel would be a bit much in my version, but it sure would be cool if Link could steal the pirate ship and start exploring.

You can go with brasserie or bar à vin! Bar à dégustation can work but I'd say it's not used as often as bar à vin. Vin à dégustation isn't something we would say though. I've also seen some restaurants call themselves "cave à manger" (but it's not widely used and I find it doesn't sound so nice), meaning that they're both a cave à vin and a place that serves food while a bar à vin isn't necessarily a restaurant.

You could also use the name of the place to convey what you're trying to say, like I would expect a place called "Restaurant/Brasserie du Vignoble" (vineyard) to serve local food paired with the wine produced there.

Thank you so much! I'll keep that in mind if I need help with something! :D

@aikoiya The post was getting too long so I’m replying here, hope that’s okay! If anyone is looking for the beginning of this discussion, it's here.

Your extended pantheon is amazing! I just knew that Gàlondo would end up being Demise haha. I'd say I prefer not to associate Demise with any race in particular (and the Gerudo already have quite a heavy burden with Ganondorf), but otherwise I like that backstory you came up with. So what's Hylia's role in your version then if he’s the guardian of the Triforce? I'm curious ^^

I'd say my reasoning isn't so much "I hate this" but rather "this doesn't make sense/contradicts something else" or "previous games did this better". I also want to show that it's still possible to create stories without ignoring everything that was established previously because to me this idea that the timeline is too restrictive doesn't stand. In fact I tend to believe being a bit restricted and working inside a frame can trigger more creativity (after all they did wild stuff like flooding Hyrule before and it fits perfectly in the timeline). I also would prefer to see the existing lore extended or clarified instead of them adding new confusing stuff and leaving it extremely vague.

Oh I LOVE your Outset Timeline!! Though the ending is indeed very bittersweet. It always makes me so happy when someone else points out the inconsistencies in Skyward Sword's story. That's exactly my reasoning for my fourth timeline, it exists because of Ghirahim and Link's victory over Demise in the distant past. Though you are right, adding a timeline split while keeping the Master Sword in the official timeline requires some gymnastics! At the moment I'm going with a lazy theory about the Sealed Temple being the future Temple of Time, so the Temple's magic somehow allows the Master Sword to exist in both timelines (I said it was lazy haha). Impa’s bracelet is another story though. In my timeline the Goddess Sword is also left untouched in Skyloft because Skyward Sword doesn't happen, which could be useful in case someone accidentally broke the actual Master Sword 😁 It's very intriguing to me that Sky left the sword in the past when he had no reason to (and it shouldn't even be possible since it's in the exact same spot as Zelda's crystal). It's probably just a mistake on Nintendo's part but I like to think there could be something else there, and that Fi had a reason to stay in the past.

About the DLC items the thing is that most sets are found in the Depths in random Zonai chests if I remember correctly, or in the coliseums, and there was no explanation as to how they got there. In Misko's little shrines we find the Fierce Deity set and the LA set, but also the barbarian armor, the shock-resistant outfit and the climbing gear. I can understand building shrines for the Fierce Deity or LA Link following what you said, but then for three random armor sets? Not to mention that Link already owned them in BotW, so making us look for them a second time was kind of a joke. I like this shintai/yorishiro idea, but I think it would work a lot better if there were only a few items to collect and not… the outfits of all the Links ever INCLUDING WILD'S (how!!). It feels really meaningless and more like a catalogue for you to choose from so you can look like your favorite Link (which is a bit insulting to Wild, you can just replace him at this point and go as far as changing his hair or even his entire appearance with the LA set). I also didn't really believe they were the actual items from past games, it made no sense (the same way Link wouldn't actually wear a red Nintendo Switch t-shirt or something from Xenoblade). It just really felt like fanservice.

The dictionary thing might help, but I think the story should be explicit enough on its own and I don't really want to study Buddhism/Shintoism in depth so that I can play Zelda games and understand what's happening haha. I mean of course it's fine if knowing a bit about it adds new context and all, but if you can't understand things like malice vs. gloom without it then I think it's a bit of a problem. Speaking of Fujibayashi I feel like this wasn't really an issue before he was in charge.

Yes the French translation for Demise is very misleading, that's another problem: depending on your language things are sometimes interpreted very differently.

I really like the English names for the three dragons, I think they're so much better than what we got in French. Nedrac, Ordrac and Rhordrac, really?? At first I didn't even understand the link with the Goddesses, and then the last two sound way too similar. Btw I remember from my very basic Japanese courses that it's common in Japanese to create new words by mixing a few syllables of other words together. For example "rimokon" means remote controller (remo + con), or there's the well known Pokemon = pocket monsters. So naturally we end up with stuff like Ordinn + dragon etc.

I thought as well about the dragons going by names given to them by mortals instead of their true names. The thing is, I don't really want to create new names because I'm already changing so many things and my timeline stuff can be a bit complicated, so I need to keep at least a few things familiar. And I really like Dinraal, Farosh and Naydra :D

I agree about Farore being more associated to wind and plants than thunder (I mean she's kind of Link's patron goddess and he has nothing to do with thunder). What's even more confusing in BotW/TotK is that the Gerudo are now also related to thunder for some reason, but they're definitely more Din than Farore in my mind.

Maybe I should give you some context about my dragons haha. The beginning of my story is quite similar to TotK, though I still made some changes. Ganondorf completely destroys the Master Sword, Link looses his arm (except here Rauru isn't there to replace it), and Zelda still travels through time (but not because of a Secret Stone since I got rid of everything Zonai). She arrives in ancient Hyrule one century after Sky killed Demise (because this is set in my alternate timeline), and she's stuck there so she needs to find a way back home. Before that she learns a lot about SS, the Triforce, the timeline split and Hyrule's past. After meeting various characters and most importantly Sonia (who's still a priestess, the Sage of Time and her ancestor), Zelda learns that this era has two Master Swords: the one left by Sky in the Sealed Temple, and the Goddess Sword that is still somewhere above the clouds. She understands then that she needs to retrieve the Goddess Sword in Skyloft and forge a second Master Sword in order to help her Link in the future, and to do so she needs the three Sacred Flames. Where are the flames? The dragons "swallowed" them since they weren't needed anymore after Sky left his own Master Sword, which turned them into the giant immortal dragons we see in BotW/TotK. So that's Zelda's quest: find a way to go to Skyloft and then get the dragons to lend her their power. Along the way she'll also meet the ancient Sages, who can help her return to her own time by using the Triforce (but of course this won't work because of Ganondorf, and Link will have to fight him in the present and bring her back himself).

I'm trying to make this both a story I could adapt in comic form and something that could work as a game. The idea is that Zelda's memories would be playable sequences with places to explore, fights and maybe even mini-dungeons and bosses. And of course there's an entire story for Link as well. At the moment I'm trying to come up with interesting arcs and quests for each race/Sage, both in the past and the present.

Anyway, that's why I'm so focused on the dragons. Zelda (and Link) will need their help and they will talk this time. And since they will remember being apointed by Hylia and they're supposed to absorb their respective sacred flames, I need things to make sense. This is also a timeline without climate change in Lanayru (here it's the same province as in BotW with the addition of Mount Lanayru and a good part of central Hyrule), so the thunder dragon has no business being up there. That's why the swap would make sense.

No need to apologise! I appreciate your perspective and that you're interested enough to share your own ideas! :D

I agree on Zelda's magic being her own and what you said makes sense! Love the part about her only thinking about how she's a failure (though I guess it's only natural if she's been trying for 10 years without result). I don't know if she would have had the same reaction had she witnessed her father's death though. AoC isn't canon but Zelda doesn't unlock her power when Rhoam "dies" in front of her and Link forces her to run. The memory where's she's crying in Link's arms in BotW also shows that she knows everyone is dead, it's even possible that she saw some of it happen (maybe in the same way as AoC for Rhoam, or they saw what happened to the Divine Beasts from afar). I guess they must also have seen some terrible things on the roads, so she could have unlocked her power trying to save her people. But it only happened when Link was about to die.

Haha yes, I'm probably one of the most obsessed Zelink shipper there is and even I can't stand that power of love trope. It really has no place in a LoZ game. In my headcanon Zelda wouldn't access her power only because of her love for Link, though it definitely helps, but rather because the Hero dying is kind of an emergency situation and would trigger her divine magic even if the necessary conditions were not met. I don't know if that makes sense to anyone but me though 😆

Yeah I'm okay with the women of the royal family having some sort of power though not as powerful as Zelda. I think some part of it could also be attributed to their Sage of Time abilities. And the gift of prophecy being inherited from Sky is such a cute idea!!

I don't know about Terrako, I only remember that Zelda built it when she was just a child?

I'd send you an ask to rant about TotK but I'm not sure about the character limit and I fear it would just turn into a second wall of text haha! Here are some thoughts:

– I could live with new lore that contradicts older games, if only things made sense and were sufficiently fleshed out. Then I could just enjoy the story and accept that this is a different continuity. But here everything is so vague and sometimes even confusing. Like if we're going to meet the Zonai and make them such central figures in Hyrule's history, then I want to know more about them and learn about their culture. What's the point if we're only going to see two of them and have no clue about how they created all that technology, mined the Depth, lived with the Hylians, and then disappeared? Same for ancient Hyrule: if the different tribes were at war, I want to see it, and I want to learn more about them. Ganondorf also had so much potential for an interesting backstory. What kind of king is he? How did the Gerudo feel about him becoming the Demon King? What about the Gerudo Sage? And so on. It feels like this could be so much more.

– Other things I would love to see explained: where is the Master Sword in ancient Hyrule and why does no one seem to know anything about it or the Hero? How does it travel through time to reach Zelda? What about Rauru and Sonia's descendants? Also what was the point of the fake Zelda, and why did Ganondorf stay in his bathtub the entire game instead of rehydrating himself right away and getting stuff done? There's also everything I said about the secret stones the other day, but I know you don't see it as a problem ^^ (Also I just rewatched the memories and I had completely forgotten what Rauru tells Zelda in front of Sonia's grave: "Remember, that was a future where you never appeared in this world". So does this mean this is a new timeline that kind of retcons BotW? If not then where did all the Sheikah tech go and how were the shrines replaced by the Zonai ones? I really need an explanation for all of that!!)

– The game also barely mentions what happened in BotW, except for the history class about the Calamity in Hateno, the statues in Zora's Domain, and the memorials left by Zelda to honor the dead. I wanted to see Hyrule starting to rebuild and to get some sort of follow-up on the story. Did Link regain all his memories? Was Zelda planning to take the throne? Does she have some sort of trauma after her century-long battle against Ganon at Hyrule Castle? Why does she react to Ganondorf's name, but doesn't link him to Calamity Ganon? Why did the Sheikah tech that was so central in BotW disappear, especially the Divine Beasts? I care about this world and its characters, I want it to feel like a real place and to see it evolve. But then stuff like this really reminds you that this is just a video game world, and that Nintendo doesn't really seem to care. And if things can be retconned any moment even in a direct sequel, then… why should I feel invested?

– There was a real waste of potential with the Light Dragon and Zelda just transforming back thanks to Rauru and Sonia (btw couldn't they have helped if they could appear anytime and still had that kind of power?). I find it so disappointing that Link doesn't have to do anything to help Zelda, it almost happens by accident. Mineru also said it was irreversible, but in the end it's no big deal (they shouldn't establish something and then ignore it like that). If only Link had to use the Triforce or something. I didn't want Zelda to stay a dragon but sometimes I wonder if it wouldn't have been a better ending.

– It also really doesn't help that Link feels so disconnected from the main story. In BotW he was also experimenting the story through flashbacks but at least they were his own memories and they fleshed out his relationship with Zelda and the other Champions. Here Zelda is the one experimenting the best part of the story, and to make it worse you can find the memories in any order and get badly spoiled. It could have been so cool if Link also time traveled at some point and could explore ancient Hyrule (and they could have done something crazy like Link and Zelda being the ones to seal Ganondorf in the past, which would lead to his transformation into Calamity Ganon). Link is also so expressionless (except when cooking and all) that I find it hard to care when he doesn't seem to. Imagine how different Zelda sealing herself would feel in Skyward Sword if Sky didn't act so distraught. In the same way TotK would hit a lot harder if Link did stuff like falling to his knees after seeing Zelda's last memory.

– I also think that the hands/cooperation theme the devs talked about in interviews is a bit weak and cliché (with characters reminding Link and Rauru that they don't have to do things alone and that they're stronger together, stuff like that). First I don't find it very interesting compared to what games such as OoT, MM or Wind Waker did, and then Link being able to fight Ganondorf alone from the start kind of throws it out the window (and Rauru also ends up sealing Ganondorf on his own). The Sages are not even with Link outside of the dungeons, they just create creepy copies of themselves (and I found them so annoying I never activated them, except for Tulin when flying). But yeah sure they shake hands and vow to help Link. I still think him being accompanied by the Champion's spirits in BotW worked a lot better, and their powers were also more useful. I guess seeing everyone working together to rebuild Hyrule would have made that theme more meaningful. The thing I really liked about this though was Link finally catching Zelda in the end after failing at the beginning of the game, that was a really beautiful scene.

– Also I said it above but I don’t want everything to be explained by Buddhism/Shintoism parallels, especially if the game just expects you to get it without providing context. Let Hyrule be it’s own thing.

So I know this isn't only about lore, but these are the main reasons why I'm not very interested in TotK. To sum up I'd say that the game lacks some kind of depth and has a lot of wasted potential, and it also makes it clear that it's pointless to care about continuity. BotW Hyrule was interesting and I think a lot of things could have been done about existing races instead of adding a new one but not bothering to do much with it. Just bringing Ganondorf back in this version of Hyrule and see how the Gerudo react to him could be so interesting!! Some concepts were also excellent but didn't really go anywhere, like the Depths and the Sky Islands.

Honestly I haven't thought about all these side quests and minor characters yet, I'm still trying to sort things out with the main story ^^ But I don't think I'll touch the ones you mentioned, they were fine. I liked the thing with the Eighth Heroine as well, I've seen a lot of people complaining about it but it's one of the only things in the game I actually found interesting. I just can't unsee the parallel with Link and the Seven Sages (of course).

What I'll be doing for sure is making some of the quests and events more serious, I'm kind of aiming for a darker tone. Most of the quests are quite fun (especially the "potential princess sightings" ones), but I feel like this game really lacks some sense of danger and urgency. For example couldn't the people in Hateno have more pressing problems than making cheese or choosing between Cece and Reede? Or was it really a good idea to make lighthearted little quests about misanderstandings with Zelda when her disappearance should be driving Link mad? (I should have included that in my little rant above haha)

I'd also love to make the pirates in Lurelin something more interesting than just a bunch of Bokoblins, but I'm not there yet. And rebuilding the exact same village was kind of meh.

About the Gerudo questioning their traditions, I'm actually planning for my Ganondorf to be a lot more active and go to Gerudo Town in order to meet his people (I want him to care about them, so he wouldn't attack them the same way he targets the others). I don't have all the details yet but I'm pretty sure there will be a conflict between Riju's supporters and other Gerudo who believe he's their rightful ruler (at first they wouldn't know he's actually that one king who turned into Calamity Ganon). So that's another tradition for them to question.

The consequences of Ganondorf being the only Gerudo male are something I've been wondering about as well. Add to that the fact that he's raised to be king because he's male (and maybe even kind of worshiped by his people) and you get something that can turn nasty real quick. Though I also wonder if Gerudo aren't different from Hylians. You said you hc that the Gerudo are only women because they were cursed so it makes sense that you would view it this way, but on my part I believe that's just how they were created. For that reason I think this is natural for them, so it's possible that it doesn't cause exactly the same problems it would for us or for Hylians.

About Demise, yes of course Ganondorf is more than just Demise's hatred. But in this game it doesn't seem to matter, he kind of turns into a second Demise as soon as he gets his secret stone and his motivations instantly go from conquering/ruling to destroying everything and everyone. They could have done something a lot more nuanced or at least shown a more gradual transition, with him being more and more consumed by his hatred and loosing control for example. I don't know, anything that would look less like a comically caricatural villain riding a demon unicorn.

Also about Demise's curse, I always thought it sounded more like a warning than an actual curse, and I remember reading somewhere that this was the intention in the original Japanese text. In French Demise even says something like "you must never forget, history will repeat itself" instead of "I will rise again", and he and speaks of the curse of the demon tribe (implying that it existed before). Even in English it doesn't sound like Demise himself is casting a curse: "Those like you… Those who share the blood of the Goddess and the spirit of the Hero… They are eternally bound to this curse". He doesn't say "I curse you" or "I bound you to this curse". I feel like this makes a difference (the curse already exists). This is why I interpret it as him basically saying that evil will not die with him and that Link and Zelda/the Hylians as a whole will always have to fight the demon tribe, but not necessarily his reincarnation. So I don't even believe that Demise himself is influencing Ganondorf in any way.

About the Zonai Zelda explains she studied them at the beginning of TotK and recognizes what's depicted on the murals, so it seems strange that sky beings could get mixed with a tribe of barbarians living in the woods. But yeah history getting lost and mixed is the only explanation for this.

Oh you're completely right about the Mogma, I got the same vibe from them! And a Mogma mafia sounds hilarious ^^ I love the Rocktato, Link would definitely eat something like that 😆

I need to take some time to read through your master list, it all looks very promising!

#sorry this took forever #aikoiya #loz #zelda #zelda lore #zelda theory

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