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viaoverthemoon · 11 days
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Behind Closed Doors
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 pt1
Welcome back, Beloved Reader!
IT'S BEEN MONTHS WTFFFFF
Y'all im so sorryyyyy ahhhhh 😭😭 godd where have i been
I'm not even gonna talk your ears off, let's just get right into it!
Somehow, we need to figure out a way to expose the king and make him pay for what he did! But how...? Lady Ada shows her face again! What could she possibly have to say now?!
Let us continue!
☆*: .。. Behind Closed Doors .。.:*☆ Chapter 4 pt 1
Medeival!Leon Kennedy X Fem!Reader
Summary: Now knowing the truth, you, Leon, and his personal guard Chris, begin to create a plan to expose the King and Lady Ada Wong to the court in front of the Queen.
Cw: Just fluff and confrontation
READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!!!
Enjoy! <3
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The feeling of guilt in a person never truly leaves. No matter how the situation may be resolved.
You've seemed to learn that the hard way.
Your eyes never stray from Leon's form as he and Chris shoot ideas back and forth on how to get Lady Ada out of your lives.
Following the horrifying reveal of why Leon had bed Lady Ada, you called for the only other person who knew of the events that took place that night.
Chris had arrived in minutes, relieved that someone he could trust shared the same secret as them.
At first, you'd been very vocal during the conversation. It seemed as if you wanted revenge more than anyone else.
But as the talking went on, you'd fallen silent, staring at Leon as he rebuttals every idea Chris spits out. You watch as his hands wring, his mind deep in thought as he murmurs every answer.
Even though his expression seemed neutral, you could tell he was fearful of messing this up.
One mistake had the potential to cost all of them their heads, a risk he certainly was not willing to take.
Your hand moves underneath the table, reaching to hold his.
He notices your hand instantly, offering a smile of appreciation before flipping his own to hold onto yours. "Chris, let's give this a break."
Taking note of the change of atmosphere in the room, Chris gives a low bow and a small 'Your highness' before stepping out of the room and closing the door behind him.
Now alone, Leon frees his hand to stroke your cheek. "Are you alright?"
You reach up, taking his hand in yours and locking them together, bringing them to your lips. "I'm okay."
He gives you a look. "You don't seem okay."
You ignore him, watching as he takes your intertwined hands and puts them in his lap. "I should be asking you that question, highness."
Leon's face contorts into one of un-comfortability. "You've never called me that before... What plagues your mind, y/n?"
It's your turn to become uncomfortable. You squirm as he watches you, suddenly becoming bashful under his full attention.
"I'm... worried. Leon, even if we do somehow manage to expose the king, what else could we do?" A look of despair crosses your features as your hope dwindles. "He's the king. There's very little we can do to... de-throne him.."
Leon remains quiet, his jaw tight as he absorbs your words. His silence heightens your anxiety. You reach out your hand, holding his warm cheek. "If he tries to retaliate-"
Leon reaches up, placing his hand on top of yours and gripping it with a reassuring strength. "He won't."
Your blurry eyes meet his blazing ones, his body giving off a determined aura. "I'll die before he hurts you."
You're no fool.
It has become increasingly obvious that the servants have noticed the restoration of your and Leon's relationship.
Every time you pass a group of gossiping staff, they all suddenly go quiet and bow before running away.
And as an even bigger sign that everyone knows you've forgiven your betrothed, a knock sounds at your door.
Not knowing who could possibly need you at this late hour, you were quick to hide the pen and scrap of paper you were using, ungracefully shoving them into your vanity drawer before speaking.
"Enter."
Turning toward the doors when they opened, you staggered backward.
The last person you'd expected to come to your chambers, especially after your last encounter, was Lady Ada.
Unaffected by your obvious surprise, Lady Ada curtsied before you. "Your highness."
You recovered quickly, straightening your back and getting to the point. "Lady Ada... To what do I owe the pleasure?"
The red maiden stands fully, immediately dropping her facade and crossing her arms, an amused look on her face. "Let us skip the pleasantries, Your Grace. You know... don't you?"
You grunt but keep your expression mutual. "I've no clue what you are talking about."
"There's no point in acting clueless. You know what the king forced between me and Leon." You feel your pulse rise when she discards the use of Leon's title.
"Mind your tongue-"
"No, I don't think I will."
Your teeth clench, your fists balling as you attempt to reign in your anger. "You forget your place, Lady Ada."
"Actually, I think I remember it quite well," The Lady stalks closer, slowly invading your space until she stands over you. "It is you who forgets my place, princess."
"Excuse me-"
"You heard me." She leans over you, pressing her body against yours. "You may expose His Majesty, but what after that? You want to ruin me? Destroy my reputation? Well, you can try pretty princess, but you will not get far."
You clench your jaw, defiantly looking up at her as she whispers her words, "What exactly are you hoping to accomplish? Please, do tell. I'm very curious."
"I'd rather gamble my last breath than tell you anything I intend to do."
A thick silence falls over the room. The electricity between the two of you emotionally taxing, but you refuse to give in. You'd failed to save the love of your life once.
You will not fail again.
Eventually, Lady Ada sighs before stepping away. "Oh well. Forcing you to tell me what you are planning would annoy me more than help me." She backed away, a condescending smirk on her red lips. "Try as you might, a spoiled little princess like you isn't significant enough to bring down the King."
She reached for the door handle, muttering one last sentence before leaving,
"We'll see who fate picks tomorrow."
The doors to your chamber shut behind her retreating figure.
You finally release the breath you'd been holding.
Tomorrow.
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Ughhh this was way too short :( But it's only part 1 of this chapter. More to come, promise!!
I feel sooo bad that this took as long as it did ;-; I swear, i had no intitnton of taking this long of a break. College was just a little harder than I though it would be 😭
But now im on break fora week and have pretty good motivation. So we'll see how many posts I can squeeze out!
How will part 2 go? Will the group be successful in exposing the king? Who were you writing to? What exactly is Lady Ada's real role in all this?
Thank you for your patience!
See you next part!
-Via💕
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certified-bi · 1 month
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Thinking about how when Zuko walks through the earth kingdom pretending to be as a refugee and some people notice his eyes but honestly they're not the first thing you notice given the scar and the fact he doesn't let many people near him. No while some of the towns have people who sneer most look on with pity. People like Song and her mother, Lee and his family see the scar and see how the fire nation attacks and maims children. And the worst part is Zuko has little to combat that with because it's true but he's not ready to hear that.
Other assumptions are of course that he's a bastard of some solider with bad luck. That his mother was forced into having him and may the poor woman rest in peace... and later him realizing how true that was of Ursa. What really sets her apart from any of the earth kingdom common women forced into mockery of relationships or forced to sleep with soldiers to stay alive? Maybe the threats were more veiled but it boils down to the same ultimatum.
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abbatoirablaze · 14 days
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Behind Closed Doors, Chapter 2
Word Count: 2k
Warnings:  mentions of sex, swearing, mentions of bodily fluids.
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“Fuck…”
Chris watched you like a hawk as the smallest of snores passed your lips.  He smiled from his spot at the foot of the bed. 
Shortly after you had fallen asleep, he’d gently spread you out on the bed so he could watch himself spilling from between your thighs. 
He was obsessed with the amount of chemistry the two of you shared; and even more so with watching the after-effects of your relations spilling from your thoroughly used hole.
He smiled to himself, watching your body.  He could picture you months from now, swelling with his child, his seed still spilling from your core because he couldn’t get enough.  And neither could you.
The two of you had made a mess of the bed, you in particular leaving his sheets all but soaked as he pulled orgasm after orgasm from you, before finally spilling his seed in your tight, warm channel. 
But as you slept, part of him felt like the moment was so right.
You felt so right.
He knew that his decision to move forward in creating a family for himself had been the right one.
You looked at him owlishly as you were led into a room with a few other women. 
It felt more like a lineup as the company’s manager Elroy Petashnik had the half a dozen women that Chris and his mother had picked out.  
“You know, we don’t normally get a lot of parents coming in with their sons to pick out a girl…” Elroy chuckled as he gave Chris’ mother a tight-lipped smile, “Lisa-“
“You can call me Ms. C,” she said shortly, “and I came with my Christopher because this isn’t just a PR stunt.  He wants to settle down…start a family.  But he doesn’t want to just go on a dating site or meet someone off the street.  He’s assured me that your company is the best in…whatever this is.”
“Think of me like a matchmaker,” he smiled softly, “Chris’ manager came to me because of success with previous clients.”
“Which was why I helped him narrow it down,” she answered, “I trust his manager with helping him make business decisions.  One of these girls is to be part of our family.  So, consider this meeting a preliminary test of that.”
“Noted,” he replied gently, “the women we have gathered are from the age range, and specifications that were given to us-“
“There weren’t more women?” Lisa scoffed.
“Mom…”
“These were the women that Mr. Evans and yourself had previously okayed, and that were alright with the possibility of leaving the company and having children,” Mr. Petashnik finished as Chris’ eyes trailed the line of women, stopping nearly at the end, his eyes meeting yours, “Mr. Evans, Ms. C, do you two have any initial questions before we go any further into this?”
You were gentle in how you raised your hand. 
The other women avoided eye contact with you, the girls on either side, taking a step away from you and how you’d drawn the attention to yourself.  They were having a discussion like the lot of you weren’t in the room, and while you had agreed to be put in the situation, you did in fact have questions of your own.
“Yes?” Chris asked softly, instantly drawn in by you.
“I just want to know how serious you are about this, Mr. Evans?” you asked softly.
Chris’ brow rose as he looked at you, “excuse me?”
“While I’m entirely open to the idea of settling down, I am curious about your motives,” you replied honestly, “I’m sure all of us have seen the type of situations you put yourself into with stories of you in the tabloids…and the characters you play aren’t a far cry from the press you get, are they?  I guess, what I’m asking is, are you looking for a hole to fill, or a wife?”
Lisa laughed, clearly amused by how you were unafraid in addressing her son.  But Chris crossed his arms, trying to keep his cool, “I can assure you, that I’m looking to settle down.  But out of curiosity, what character exactly are you referring to?”
“I’m sure we’ve all seen Not Another Teen Movie,” you giggled softly, “you seem quite like Jake Wyler…”
“You think I’m just some empty-headed guy looking for a quick fix or a woman to change on a bet?”
“Well, you aren’t looking for a banana split!” you teased softly.  Lisa laughed from beside her son, making a comment about ‘liking you already.’
“Don’t worry…I’ll save the banana split for the third date!” he teased; his own smile unable to be held back by how you challenged him.  His eyes fell away from yours as he tried to look at the other women in the group to see if they had any fire to them, “does anyone else have any questions?”
“Chris…”
He shifted in his chair, his attention going from your core to your eyes, and how you were sitting up, sleepily wiping your eyes. 
He hadn’t realized how his throat went dry. 
Or how he had been lost in his train of thought, thinking about the first time he’d met you, and how far the two of you had come in just those two months of interviews and two weeks of being together. 
“Hmm?”
“A-are you watching me sleep again?”
A blush rose to his cheeks, and he nervously bit his upper lip as he eyed you down, “Maybe…”
“You watching it slip out of me won’t keep it in or speed up the process that we’re going through,” you teased, “it won’t knock me up any faster.”
“Only one way to do that!” he smirked, sitting forward, “knocking you up, that is.  And that means me putting even more in any time I see it slipping out of you…”
“Well, what are you doing out of bed then, big guy?” you asked gently, motioning for him to come back to bed, “waiting for all of your hard work to make an appearance before you slide back in?”
Chris chuckled to himself for a moment before standing from his chair and walking over to the side of the bed, where the blanket had fallen off during the heat of the moment hours earlier. 
“You’re tired!” he reminded you as he slipped onto the bed; the mattress dipping ever so slightly as his weight added to it, “I’m not going to make you even more exhausted…”
“Please do,” you grinned, “I love how well I sleep after I’ve been thoroughly tired out!”
“Yeah?” he asked, “you know…I never noticed it until earlier, but you have the cutest, small little snores when I fuck all the energy out of you…”
“Oh, do I?”
He nodded, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips as he wrapped his arms around you, “yes…and honestly, I’m not sure whether I like having sex with you more, or watching how peaceful you are after we’ve gone a few rounds…”
“Chris Evans…wants to take breaks during sex?” you teased, pressing another kiss to his lips, “who is this man, and what has he done to the future father of my child?”
“Made him sentimental, is all…at least a little bit,” he shrugged gently, “Makes my urge to fill you even stronger…but I’m not going to just cum in you because I can…”  
“I thought you wanted to use me all the time!” you answered, reminding him of the conversation the two of you had during one of the final interviews, “remember?  What happened to that man?”
“Exclusivity!” he said slowly, eyeing your reaction, as he looked over the checklist he’d created for the final interview, “what are your thoughts on it?”
“If you really do want to have children and settle down, then it’s the only right answer.  At least if you want a promise that any child would be yours genetically,” you replied gently, “that is still what you want, isn’t it?”
“It is,” he agreed, “just-last interview I guess it took one of the girls off guard when I mentioned it.  She seemed to think that she would be able to take bookings outside of that.”
“I read up on what the BCD contract is,” you admitted, “ I know that it refers to far more than just the standard PR contract. Pretty much it would be me agreeing to leave the company for minimum of a year.  It buys you exclusive rights to me and that time is allotted for you and I to come to a decision on children.”
“You’d move in with me.”
“I assumed as much,” you laughed softly, “you’re okay with paying the short-notice clause on my lease to get me out of it?”
“And I’d pay first and last if it doesn’t work out to ensure that you’re okay,” he reminded you, “that’s still part of the deal.”
“So…if I pass the final interview,” you shrugged, giving him a soft look, “when would this…start?”
“This?” he asked, his brow raising.
“This,” you replied, gesturing between the two of you, “the past few months, you’ve gotten to know me and a few of the other girls.  I’m assuming since it’s down to me and Violet, that you’re almost at a decision and this is the final one…you already interviewed her…and you’re still interviewing me…and since you said that you spoke to the ‘other girl,’ and she had exclusivity issues, that it’s me or you going back to square one…so…when would ‘we’ start?  Officially?”
“As a couple?” he asked, ignoring how you had managed to sort out that even though he had interviewed Violet he was less than impressed with her inability to keep up her charade of what was supposed to be her personality.
“As a couple…moving in…trying for what you really want, Mr. Evans?”
“Chris…” he said softly, “it’s not about just what I want though.  You have to want this too in order for it to work.  I want a wife…not just a baby-making machine.”
“Chris…” you urged him, “if I didn’t want this, I would have said no after the first interview, or backed out months ago.”
He nodded, “We’d go over the rough draft of the contract…we both make any amendments and sign it this week…but I’ve already handed over final payment to Petashnik.  Realistically, I’d want you to move in with me tonight…we’d ‘start’ right now.”
“Okay…”
“Okay?” he asked, his own chuckle passing his lips, “you sound awfully alright with that.  That isn’t short notice?”
“Chris…you’ve been interviewing me for two months…and quite honestly, a lot of those interviews, felt more like dates than anything else…haven’t they?”
He sat there for a moment, thinking about it. 
He nodded.
You were right.
In the time that he’d spent interviewing you and the other women, they had been like small dates.  Sure, they were all inside the office, but it felt like he’d gotten to know you in an intimate setting.  In one where it felt very much like he was already dating you.  A few of the times there had even been drinks and dinner involved.
“Sex…”
You laughed, “yeah?  What about it?”
“We haven’t had it yet…”
“I’m fully aware, Christopher.”
The way you said his name made a shiver run down his spine.  It made something deep within himself wake up and snap to attention. 
“I want you available at all times…” he said quickly, “is that okay?”
“Well…you did want to settle down…have children,” you offered with a shrug, “I would expect that we have a lot of sex if we’re trying for kids.”
“Wh-what if I wanted to….and you were asleep…”
“You could wake me up,” you offered, “or not…and just do it…”
His brow raised, “Really?”
You nodded, “Sure…I mean…we’d be dating, right?  On our way to becoming married?  And we’re trying to have a kid…I wouldn’t expect you to wait…or so much as waste a drop…”
“Right…”
“Chris…” He hummed against you.  Your hand reached up and gently stroked his cheek, pulling his cerulean eyes toward your own, “are you okay?”
He nodded, giving you a soft, delicate look, “Yeah…yeah…I just…I’ve been thinking about us a lot…”
You giggled, “we’ve only been together for two weeks, Chris.  We just finished the final draft of the contract and signed it last week…”
“I know…”
“What are you thinking about?”
“Honestly?”
You nodded, your eyes meeting his once more, and he noted the slightest bit of worry, “Chris…is everything okay?”
“I think I love you, (Y/N.)”
Chapter 3
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chin-chin-chu · 2 months
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Hawk x Tim - Behind Closed Doors
Was good in my mind, I swear😭🤧
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ktechnicolour · 2 months
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So since Yoglabs: Behind Closed Doors isn't gonna be coming back, here's some of the old spoiler artworks for characters that would've been in the comic or referenced.
Let me know in the notes if you guys want a breakdown of what the general story was heading to, or if you'd rather all theory craft your little heads off.
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awesomecooperlove · 3 months
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😱🤬🤮
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starry-blue-echoes · 1 year
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Thinking on Behind Closed Doors AU, Dio becomes a vampire and survives Phantom Blood (hopefully not at the expense of Jonathan's life), and after discovering the concept of Stands, starts testing his Gravity theory. Most of Stardust Crusaders isn't the group trying to find DIO to defeat him, it's to drag him out of his hidey-hole in Cairo so that they can get him to help fix everything instead of trying (and failing) to keep his mess a secret, especially when he finds out about Holly's condition
FJDBFJDBFHDVF
what if it’s like Dio ended up accidentally pricking himself on a Stand Arrow and BAM now he’s got The World. He ends up having a mild freak out because Holy Shit He Can Stop Time and fucks off to Cairo with only a vague note so he can try and figure things out and learn what he can from other Stand Users
Now, I will admit that since Dio hadn’t taken Jonathan’s body this time around the other Joestars wouldn’t technically get Stands…… but let’s just say that Joseph accidentally found an arrow and pricked himself while looking for Dio so now Holly and Jotaro gets Stands.
It would be….. a lot easier to get to Cairo this time because Dio wouldn’t be sending Users after them. It’s still possible they’d run into a couple and fight because Stand Users Attract Stand Users, but it’s significantly less time, maybe only a single month
I’d like to imagine that Joseph just. Kicks down the door to Dio’s Mansion like “UNCLE DIO YOU IDIOT GET OVER HERE”
Dio of course freaks the hell out over Holly’s condition, and I can see him getting Pucci to help out, and since he isn’t trying to take over the world this time Pucci could just. Become a close friend of the family.
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reneewalkerfoxes09 · 19 days
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UPATE ON CURRENT SITUATION
(this situation has hopefully been resolved but I will leave this post up as a reminder of how far we’ve hopefully come)
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viaoverthemoon · 8 months
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Behind Closed Doors
Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3
Welcome back, Beloved Reader!
I was happy to see some of you guys were as excited as me for this chapter. I couldn't wait to post it ahhh!!
I hope y'all are ready for some questions to be answered.
Why did Leon bed Lady Ada? Will you ever forgive him? How does Lady Ada feel about all this? I don't know guys... It feels like the King of Duevaula is hiding in the shadows...
Let us continue!
☆*: .。. Behind Closed Doors .。.:*☆ Chapter 3
Medeival!Leon Kennedy x Fem!Reader
Summary: Lady Ada shares a few words with you, leaving you with harsh words and feelings burning the tip of your tongue. Meanwhile, Leon recalls the night he spent with Lady Ada and plans a way to explain what had happened.
Tw: Mentions of pregnancy, coercion into sex, sa(??), abuse, violence, angst
Please be careful reading this if you're easily triggered by these things and still want to read.
READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!!
Enjoy!
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The garden has always been your place of peace.
Flowers of all kinds lined in rows and rows of different shapes, colors, and patterns. Large, well-kept, luscious trees planted sporadically all around the space. Bushes shaped like bunnies, horses, and lions.
For once, your mind has a moment to rest after this horrible week.
You'd spent most of your days locked away in your rooms, ignoring everyone's attempts to coax you out.
Albeit, by the third day your mother had had enough.
She'd stormed into your chambers, demanding you to get out of your head for five minutes and think about how you're going to win the prince back.
And that had caused you to spiral even further.
You abandoned indoors and took to the gardens, seeking the comfort of fresh air and solitude.
So now you sit on a bench, embroidery the only thing keeping all of your screws from falling out.
Your concentration is so deep you don't even hear the footsteps nearing you.
"Your highness."
You instantly recognize the voice, hands pausing the delicate work as you slowly look up.
Lady Ada offers a curtsy, much less deep than the one she'd done for the King.
She doesn't respect you.
You take a deep breath, setting the embroidery aside. "Leave us."
The guards, save for Jill, leave immediately.
"Lady Ada... To what do I owe the pleasure?"
A smirk spreads across her red lips, posture straight as an arrow as she rests a hand on her small belly. "I merely seek conversation with the princess I am to coexist with."
You try not to sneer as she gracefully sits beside you on the bench. "Apologies, I'm sure you don't mind," Her proximity makes your skin burn. "My God, this pregnancy sure is doing a number on my feet."
Your fists ball, your eyes unable to hold hers. "I'm sure."
She seems to notice your anger, smiling in a way the Devil would approve of. "Surely your highness isn't intimidated by me... She wouldn't think that I could take her place-"
You stand, turning and looking down your nose at her in disgust. "It would do you well to remember your place, Lady Ada." You bend to grab your embroidery, pausing when your lips near her ear. "You may carry his baby, but you do not carry the other half of his crown. Always remember that."
And with that, you turn on your heel and walk away, Jill three paces behind you.
☆ Leon ☆
Read. Flip. Sign.
He can feel his gaze.
Read. Flip. Sign.
He sees him flinch in his peripheral.
Read. Flip. Sign.
He clears his throat.
"What are you waiting for?"
His posture straightens, avoiding eye contact as his chin angles high. "Permission to speak freely, your highness?"
Leon waves a hand. "You always have, Chris. Do not fear me now."
Chris, Leon's personal guard, sighs as his body relaxes. He steps closer to the desk and leans his hip on it. "Why don't you just tell her what happened?"
Leon gives him an obvious look, causing Chris to glare at him. "I know what the King said, but you love her. She loves you. I'm sure her highness will understand-"
"Loved."
...
"She loved me."
Chris scoffs. "Do not be ridiculous. You two spent years sneaking beyond your palace walls just to see each other and you're to tell me she just... stopped loving you?"
Leon exhales, dropping his pen and slumping in his chair.
He needed to think.
The effects of that night... The possibility of a bastard child...
A mistress.
It wasn't even him. He never wanted this. Never wanted her.
If only he'd stood his ground...
But now, it was too late.
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"Father... I can't. It wouldn't be right."
Dim candle light illuminates the chamber, casting a dark shadow over the King's face.
He'd never been the type of monarch that accepted the word 'no'. Anyone to do so were immediately thrown into the dungeon and left to starve to death or until they realized how much they needed their King.
"And why would it be wrong? A King is not tied to a woman, son. A woman is tied to a man. You need not hold yourself for her."
Leon shook his head. "I've promised myself to her. I will only bed Princess-"
His words are cut off by a hand around his neck.
His body is slammed into a nearby wall as the King towers over him. Tension builds as Leon fights for air, clawing at his father's hand. But he doesn't let go, heaving heavy breathes as he grits out his words. "Listen to me boy. I will not have a child in the body of a man for a son. You will not be a man until you have bed a woman."
Black shadows form in the corners of Leon's vision, breaths coming out in shortened gasps. But the King isn't done. "So make of your mind Leon. You either bed the woman I've set for you, or am I going to have to make an example of that pretty little princess of yours?"
Leon's eyes widen, shaking his head as best he could with the hand around his throat.
Not her. Anyone but her.
He doesn't have time to think about his decision, only worried about what he could do to you.
His answer comes out pathetic, a whisper that leads back to a broken heart. "I'll- do it-"
The King let's go instantly, inhaling deeply as his fist clenches. "Excellent."
He ignores Leon's coughs and gasps for air, clapping his hands. "Bring her in."
The doors open and the skirts of a deep red dress embroidered with black flowers flows gracefully into the room.
The woman drops deep into a curtsy and grins at the prince. "Hello, your highness."
That night was not one that Leon would ever forget. His father watched every second. Up until the end, after Lady Ada had been escorted out. After the lights had all dwindled and melted wax pooled at the bottom of candelabras. After Leon had wiped his tears and sat in the bed with slumped naked shoulders.
And then, The King stood from his chair to leave. But not without saying these words.
"You will not tell anyone. Not even your mother. If you do, you can kiss your princess goodbye." He'd placed a hand on Leon's shoulder.
"You are a man now. Congratulations, son."
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"Ouch! Nara Vella!"
Your sister grimaces and loosens her grip on your hair. "Oh, sorry (y/n)! I've been practicing but I just can't get this braid right..."
You sigh, gently taking the braid from her and demonstrating how it should be done. "Over, under, untangle. You can do it Nara, just repeat those actions."
She gives a determined nod and this time, completes the braid just as you showed her.
"I did it!" She places the braid over your shoulder so you can see it. "Do you like it?"
You hum, smiling gently. "I love it, little sister."
Nara Vella giggles, throwing her hands up in triumph.
A knock comes at your door. Jill's uncertain voice a moment later. "Prince Leon, Your highness."
You roll your eyes, undoing the braid and grabbing a hairbrush. "Tell him to leave, Jill."
Nara Vella's eyes dart between you and the door, wringing her hands to ease her uncomfortability. "Um, perhaps I should come back another time...-"
The door burst open.
You look in the reflection of the mirror, eyeing Leon as he struts in like a King.
"We need to talk, (Y/n)."
"No. I don't believe we do."
A tense silence falls over the room. The two of you glare at each other in the reflection, both waiting for the other to say something.
Nara Vella clears her throat, lifting her yellow skirts and giving Prince Leon a clumsy curtsy. "I will take my leave now... Your highness."
She leaves, only smiling awkwardly in your direction before practically running out of the room.
Jill frowns apologetically and closes the door to give you privacy.
You huff a breath, continuing to brush the braid from your hair. "I would appreciate if you'd stop forcing my guard to obey you."
He steps closer. "We need to talk."
You hum. "So you've said."
"I want you to listen to me."
"And I wanted to be your first."
Leon's expression falls, something close to guilt overcoming his features.
"Though I suppose we can't all get what we want."
You put down the brush and stand, walking forward until you're right in his face, looking up into his bright eyes. You try not to drown in the weight of his gaze."...Do you regret it?"
His eyes flash. "More than anything."
You lick your lips, forcing the burning tears away. "Then... why did you?"
He reaches for your hand, but you're quick to yank it away. His brows furrow, breaths hollow and desperate. "Are you willing to let me explain?"
Are you?
He waits for your answer, both breathing the other's air. Your lips are close enough to share a kiss, something you'd normally kill for...
But you aren't ready to get your heart broken again.
You inhale, about to give your answer.
But then you see it. In his eyes, a flicker.
Pain. Desperation. Worry. Fear.
Love.
You'd once told him his eyes were like oceans. And it didn't help that his emotions hid poorly within those seas.
You could read him like an open book. It really wasn't hard.
Before... You suppose you didn't want to know.
You answer.
"Yes."
Words would never be enough to explain how you felt.
Horrified doesn't even begin to reach it.
You'd welcomed him into your arms as he rested his head in the crook of your neck, spilling the secrets that'd plagued his mind for years.
And by the time he's finished, you still can't get the disgusted look off your face. "Leon- That's-... I'm so-... Great Gods, I wish you'd told me earlier." You gently run your fingers through his hair. "I feel like such an ass. I'm so sorry for not hearing you out, my love."
You coax his head from your neck and hold his face, thumbs caressing his cheeks. "You are a man. To me, and by definition. It wouldn't have mattered if you had bed a woman first or not. I will never see you any different." His eyes begin to water and his lip wobbles. "Your father, is a fool to see you any different."
Leon sighs, removing his hands from your hips and placing them over yours. "And... You still love me? Even though I didn't save myself for you?"
You shush him, brows furrowing. "Of course I do. That wasn't your decision." You look him deep in his eyes, placing a hand over his heart. "It wasn't your fault."
His eyes close. "It wasn't my fault."
"It wasn't your fault."
Relief.
Relief so strong his shoulders slump and he nearly falls to his knees.
You're quick to catch him, sliding your arms under his and clinging to the back of his shirt.
His arms wrap around your waist, holding you close as shuddered breaths pass from between his lips.
The truth will set you free.
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Did anyone see that coming? I know for a fact y'all didn't lmaoo
This isn't the end! We have 2 more chapters, me thinks.
Will Lady Ada continue to live in the Kingdom of Duevaula? Will anyone else ever know of the Kings harshness toward Prince Leon? How would the Queen react to such news? Do you still have the chance of becoming Queen?
See you next chapter!
-Via 💕
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description: when your best friend asks for a favor, that being having his twin move in with you, you're hesitant. you've never really liked him, but you are struggling to meet your rent, so you oblige. who knew with time that you would become more upset with his presence, or upset with the fact you have underlying feelings for him that you don't want to face?
-the masterlist for this series-
trope: enemies to lovers x roommates au!
warnings for this series: alcohol and tobacco usage, explicit content (18+, minors dni), angst, swearing
word count: 6.4k+
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You had dialed your work as soon as you shut your door, standing far away from the door as possible.
"Brewology Coffee House, this is Sydney." Your manager said into the phone.
"Hey, Sydney, it's y/n. Was wondering if you guys needed any help today or if I could come in and shadow you?" You ran your fingers over your mouth.
"Hi, y/n! I thought you were taking today off to help your new roommate move in. Everything okay?"
"Yeah, but I've already finished helping him get settled, so the rest of my day is free." You told her.
For a moment, there was silence from the phone.
"Well, we're fully staffed today so unfortunately you won't be needed. You can come in and shadow for me Friday night if that's okay with you!"
"Yeah, that sounds good. Still alright with me coming in tomorrow?"
You had strictly limited yourself to working doubles on four out of the five days you usually worked. Your manager was concerned about overworking you, so you always had to ask and make sure she was alright with it.
You'd recently been promoted to acting manager, as she was leaving the store in a few weeks and would have you replace her and run the place. That would mean more money and responsibility for you, along with taking the weight off your shoulders of working double shifts nearly every day.
"Yeah, but I want you to just come in during the morning. We've got a few trainees showing up tomorrow evening and I already have Justine and Mary lined up to train them. You'll be able to meet them Friday night, though!"
"Alright, yeah, sounds good. Thank you." You pressed your lips together with a nod.
"Of course, have a good night at home!" Your manager said to you and hung up the phone.
You sighed deeply, running your hand over your forehead and sliding your phone into your pocket. You were now left with a full day with Jake. You were given the unfortunate opportunity to interact with him a bit more, rather than staying locked up in your room and ignore your new roommate.
So, with the slightest bit of convincing yourself, you stepped outside of your room to see Jake setting a paper off to the side and dropping the pen.
"Looks like I have work off for the day." You clasped your hands together as you took a few steps forward towards him.
Jake swiveled around on the chair, standing up with a, "Hmph", and grabbing the papers off the island. He made his way over to you and held them in front of you with a blank face.
"That's everything. Can go ahead and give these to the landlord now." He said.
You grabbed the papers. "Thanks. You heard me, right? About having the day off."
"Oh, yeah, I did. But you'll be working tomorrow, right?" He asked you.
"Only in the morning. My manager doesn't want to overwork me - stuff like that."
"Huh," he nodded, "then I guess it's just me and you for the night then." His lips curled into a small smile.
"Unfortunately." You sighed. "But I think I'm going to head down to the landlord's apartment and give her these." You shook the papers in front of his face.
"Don't want me to come meet her? I'm sure she'd-."
"No, I can handle it myself, thanks." You walked past him, throwing on a pair of sandals you left by the door and shooting him a wave.
With these few minutes you took to walk over to the landlord's place, you had to come up with something to keep you and Jake busy, or better yet, you busy. You didn't seem to have much in common with him, so the night was bound to grow awkward as it went on. You ran through different ideas of things in your head to do, but they were minimal and didn't stick.
Your landlord had a small mailbox outside of her apartment, intended for lease papers, bills that were paid by check or cash if needed (she was quite lenient with payment methods) and other things intended for her.
After walking back to your apartment, which was on the first floor, along with the landlord's, you had entered your apartment to see Jake sprawled out on the couch. He was intently focused on his phone, but his mind seemed to be rather blank.
You rummaged through one of your kitchen drawers, finding the spare keys you had in there left from your previous roommate.
You placed them on top of the island. "I left your keys on the counter."
He gave you a short hum in response but didn't acknowledge your presence.
“Icebreakers?” You spat out.
He turned his head over the couch.
“Icebreakers?” He repeated.
“Yeah, so we could get to know each other a bit better considering we now live together.” You huffed a laugh out of nervousness.
You shut the door behind you and slipped off your sandals before making your way to the opposite end of the couch. You sat patiently, waiting for him to say something to you.
He had kept his eyes on you from the moment he turned his head to see you at the door. His phone was flat on the armrest, one arm rested on top of his phone while the other laid above the couch cushion.
“You're not going to leave me alone until I play along, huh?”
You shook your head with a smile, which caused him to sigh.
"Alright, fine." He exhaled. His hands were folded on his lap, and he began to watch his thumbs circle each other.
You sat on the couch, opposite of him and turned to him crisscross on the sofa. The bit of uncomfortable silence had surrounded you and him, and you decided to straighten your posture to release any tension you felt.
"Would you like to go first?" You offered to him.
"Well, you were the one that suggested the game." He threw his hand towards you.
"Okay," you sighed, "what's your favorite color?"
He chuckled. "That's what you want to know about me? My favorite color?" His lips rested into a teasing grin.
"You're the one that wanted me to go first!" You rolled your eyes. "What, do you have a better question?"
He clicked his teeth and took a moment to think of something to ask you. "What's your biggest fear?"
"Starting a bit deep then, huh?"
"Isn't that the point?" He folded his arms. "Answer my question."
"You didn't answer mine." You said in a faux aggravated tone.
He exhaled, looking off to the side before meeting your eyes. "Red. Now-."
"I figured it was black, considering you seem to wear it the most." You remarked.
"Okay..." He trailed off with an odd expression, as if he found it weird you had noticed that about him. "Well, you're wrong. Are you going to answer my question, or are we going to keep talking about colors?"
You pressed your lips together. He was growing upset, and in a guilty way, it satisfied you a bit. With his seemingly careless attitude, he never showed signs of letting things bother him. So, getting under his skin a bit always felt like a win to you, as childish as it may sound.
"My biggest fear is probably dying. Second is spiders." You nodded.
"Have you ever heard the phrase, 'life is short'? Does that scare you?"
"You're annoying, you know that?" You shook your head. "What's your biggest fear then, since you don't seem to be scared of anything?"
"Losing family and friends. It's inevitable, but I'm definitely not looking forward to that day."
"You have a good relationship with your family then, huh?" You resituated yourself, pulling your legs to your chest and wrapping your arms around your knees.
"Yeah, I do. I mean, I've always been super close with Josh. But I guess that just comes from us being twins. We're kind of supposed to be close." He gave you a shrug. "What's your dream job?"
"I'm surprised you're asking a good question." You huffed a laugh through your nose. "I've always wanted to own my own business. A bakery, to be specific. I used to bake all the time with my mom when I was little, and sometimes my work lets me bake some treats for open mic nights on the weekends. But I just haven't had the time to do it in a while."
He hummed. "Why haven't you started your own business then?"
"Too scared of failing, I suppose. Maybe I'll go to school and get a business degree, but it seems unlikely." You shrugged.
"Are you not good at baking? Is that why you're scared of failing?"
"No," you rolled your eyes, "I'm more concerned about not making any profit. Putting myself into a deep hole of debt." You rested your chin on your knees.
"I'd like to be the judge of that - of your baking, I mean."
You quirked your eyebrows in confusion. Whether it was playful banter or not, he seemed to be acting kind towards you. It was foreign territory, but you didn't mind it. Although, it did make you wonder when the arguing would start, or when your face would start to burn out of annoyance. But there was no point in putting your energy into those negative thoughts. Things were going well, and you wanted to keep it that way.
"Are you some sort of food critic?" Your lips curled into a small grin.
"I dunno, maybe. I like cooking - always have, so."
"I would've never guessed." You chuckled. "Is that a hobby of yours?"
"Yeah, I guess. I don't think it counts as a hobby when I do it all the time."
"Does that mean I'll be getting homemade meals from now on?" You widened your eyes.
"Eh, I usually cook for myself. If you start being a bit nicer to me, maybe I'll consider it." He shrugged. He stood up from the couch with his palms pressed flat on his thighs.
"I think me giving you a place to stay is nice enough. A good meal would be a great housewarming gift." You said in a singsong tune.
He turned his head over to you. He opened his mouth to speak, but quickly shut it into a small smile and left you in the living room alone. If all you could get out of him were a few small facts, you considered the small conversation a successful one.
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While Jake stayed locked inside his room, you took the liberty of having your day off to meet Josh for lunch. You debated the idea of whether or not to invite Jake, but keeping the conversations short with him were the only way you figured you two could tolerate each other.
While you sat outside at the small restaurant, sipping on your water cup, you checked your phone. You had left your phone number on the dry erase board that sat on your refrigerator door for Jake in case of any emergencies. You didn't expect him to text you, nor did you expect him to see it while you were out. You were waiting from a response from Josh, who did text you letting you know he was on his way. But that was about 30 minutes ago, and "Josh time" was very different from normal time.
Josh was a bit late, per usual, so you ordered the both of you a house salad and waited patiently for his arrival.
"Sorry for running late. Lost track of time." He said in a rushed tone, taking a seat and immediately grabbing the glass of water that sat in front of him.
"I'm not surprised, but 20 minutes has to be some sort of new record." You giggled.
"I'm always beating my records, what can I say?" He shined a toothy grin. "How's living with Jake so far?"
"Surprisingly, no complaints. It started a bit rocky, but I think we're getting somewhere good. Learned a bit about him, and he was actually acting nice to me. Not really talking about himself like he usually does."
"Dare I say that I told you so?" He wiggled his eyebrows at you.
"Whatever. This is only the beginning to a very long journey." You widened your eyes to emphasize your words.
"Well, what did you learn about him? Anything good?"
"Nothing too interesting, other than that he likes cooking. Never expected that." You shrugged.
"Oh yeah, he's big on cooking. You know, when we were little, he used to stay up all night watching cooking shows?" His eyes lit up as he spoke about his brother, boasting about him and his "hidden" talent. "He's actually very good at it."
"Well, now I'm curious: what other secret factoids about him are there that I don't know about?"
"There's a lot, but I think it's his place to tell you all those things. I think that's kind of the point when you're getting to know someone." He cocked his head to the side. "And besides, I'm sure you'd want to know what he dislikes so you can bother him and drive him out of your apartment."
You laughed. "I'm not that mean. What kind of person would I be if I made him feel miserable, which would cause him to act the same way towards me? If I want to keep on tolerating him, I have to keep our conversations sweet and short."
Josh began to speak, but the waitress came out and brought you both of your salads. He thanked her graciously and picked up his fork.
"He may seem a bit quiet, while I seem like the talkative one. But, once you get to know him a bit better, he holds a pretty good conversation." He stabbed a piece of lettuce with his fork and shoved it into his mouth.
"You seem a bit more excited about the living arrangement than me." You said and began eating.
You two continued to talk over lunch, about any upcoming events in his life and yours. You didn't have much, of course, but you always enjoyed hearing about the various projects Josh was working on. Picking at his brain was always satisfying to you, and while you loved talking, you preferred to listen while he spoke.
He offered to stop by the apartment, but you insisted on him heading home instead of making the short drive over to your place. With the small progress you were making with Jake, you figured keeping him by himself for a short period of time would allow the progression of yours and his's relationship to continue down a path of positive growth.
You entered your apartment to see grocery bags lined up on the counter. Jake was exiting the small pantry you had, going into another bag and not noticing that you had entered or choosing to ignore your presence.
"Restocking my fridge and pantry?" You said.
He didn't respond to you, rather kept his continuous motions of unloading different foods into the fridge.
"I didn't know if you wanted to go out to lunch with me, so sorry for not asking." You spoke again. You tried to keep your tone light, despite how his ignorance began to bother you.
"Did you go out with Josh?" He kept his eyes on a small clear bag of fruit he pulled out of a bag.
"Yeah, it was just a small lunch. We try to meet up once a week, if not twice." You nodded.
"Something going on between you two?" He raised his brow, opening the fridge and placing the assortment of fruits in a small drawer.
"It's not like that - it never was. We're just really good friends."
He shut the fridge door and continued unpacking different foods and spices. "If you say so."
"I'm serious, Jake. We've always just been super close." You said with slight aggravation in your voice.
"How long have you known him for?" He threw away the grocery bags as he talked to you.
"For about a year or so. We met at a concert, actually. Why are you being so curious?"
He nodded with a hum, placing his hand on the island and leaning his full weight onto it. "Just making conversation. You're so defensive." He teased at you with a shrug. "Am I not allowed to get to know you anymore?"
"You're getting to know me and Josh's past. That's a bit different." You pointed at him. "Try asking me questions that pertain to me, not your brother."
"Maybe another time." He tapped his hand on the counter and began to walk away in the opposite direction. "I don't see the point when you're not opening up."
There it was. The stinging sensation that started at your neck and ran to your ears. You were waiting for it to arise; the unfortunate conversation that would tank the seemingly good path you two were on.
"Opening up? I'm making the effort to try and get to know you so living with you isn't unbearable. I'm sorry that I was getting bothered with you trying to make assumptions about me and Josh." You dug your finger into your chest.
He swiveled on his heels to face you. "Then why'd you let me live with you then? It's not even been a day and you've deemed the living arrangement as unbearable because I was just kidding around." He threw his hands up. "Were you that desperate for a roommate?"
You opened your mouth, struggling to speak. Was there a point in continuing this argument and digging the knife deeper into your guys' relationship? Everything began to look hopeless from this point on, and your doubts once again consumed you.
He decided to speak up before giving you a chance to utter anything. "Think you should try and be a bit grateful for the way things turned out instead of regretting your decisions." He grumbled at you with squinted eyes.
He left you in the kitchen and walked into his bedroom. Once the door was shut, you exhaled a deep exaggerated sigh. You circled around the space you stood in with your hand placed on your forehead. Your emotions flamed into your system, gripping tightly at your insides and burning your entire body. You didn't just want to storm into your room and sit in your frustrations, so you chose to allow yourself to run a bath in the connecting bathroom to your bedroom. Hopefully, this would bring you relaxation.
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Wrapping your damp body in a grey towel, you stepped out of your bathtub and began searching through your dresser drawers for some comfortable clothes to wear for the night. The apartment was quiet, and for a moment, you were at peace. As in, you forgot Jake was right next door, and you weren't actually alone. The faintest smell of food cooking hit your nostrils, causing you to perk up. It was around dinner time, and maybe Jake had cooked something for the both of you.
Your door flew open, and you immediately clutched your towel against your figure in case you weren't as covered up as you thought. Your heartbeat rang into your ears, with your body tensing up to see Jake in your doorway.
"Do you ever knock?" You groaned. You shot him a stern look, then began to pull out a pair of sweatpants from your drawer.
"You never listed that as one of your rules, y/n." He leaned against the doorframe with folded arms.
"That's an unspoken one. It's a privacy thing, Jake. I mean, what if I was indecent?" You set the grey-washed pants on top of your dresser.
"Well, you weren't. But it won't happen again." He threw up his hands in defense, then folding them again.
"Alright, now that we have that cleared, can you get out? Please?"
"Fine," he leaned off of the doorframe, "you're a bit angry tonight, aren't you?"
"You scared the shit out of me, so I'm a bit tense. Do you blame me?"
"Did you forget that I live here now?" He stepped into your room.
You watched his movements. He didn't come over to you, but instead decided to wander around your room that he had yet to discover fully. The new environment seemed to intrigue him, but that could be him playing the role in trying to get under your skin once again.
"I tried to. I miss the silence." You turned around to see him holding a picture frame that sat at your bedside. You immediately walked over to him and grabbed it out of his hand to place it back in its rightful spot. "But, if you would please-."
"Is that your family?" He pointed to the picture.
You flicked your eyes down to see you in the middle of your parents in the photograph. You were about sixteen in that photo, with shiny teeth flashing into a smile. Your brother was next to your father, while your little sister was hugging onto your mom. "Yeah, that was during a trip we took to Hawaii." You began to notice the visible tan that you worked on, accompanied by your bright, burned red cheeks from the unforgiving sun. You let yourself remember the moment, surrounding yourself in the tropical background that was captured in the background. It was a memory that you always were fond of.
"How old are your siblings?" He pointed at your brother and sister.
"My brother is 17, and my sister is 13. I'm the oldest." You nodded.
You tore your attention of the photo and met Jake's eyes immediately. Something you quickly learned with him is that if you concentrated hard enough, you would forget you were talking to him, in the sense that you never thought he'd care about someone's life other than his own. Although, now remembering it was him who stood before you, you were filled with that gut feeling of irritation. It was something that you were unable to stop, and you weren't quite sure why you couldn't push it away. But with his body mere inches from yours, you chose to break the proximity and walk to your closet behind him.
"Are we done playing 20 questions? I'd like to change, now."
"Excuse me for trying to take your advice." He turned his body towards you. You flicked through your shirts to find one comfortable enough for the night.
He began to stride out of your room after you kept your silence, but as soon as he reached the door, you spoke up. "Did you cook something?"
He sighed, turning around to you. "Yup. Hungry?"
A faint smile hit your lips. "Made enough for me?"
"Oh, no. Was just wondering if that's why you asked." He smirked at you. He grabbed the door handle, giving you a wave with his fingers and shutting the door softly.
You threw your head back and blinked up to the ceiling for a moment. All that progress for nothing, you thought.
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You shot up from your slumber to the sound of silence filling the air. You checked the time in case you had missed your alarm only to find you were early by 30 minutes. What had woken you up at 7:30 in the morning?
And then you heard the wailing of a guitar, barely muffled by the thin walls that divided yours and Jake's bedroom. With an aggravated huff, you threw yourself out of your bed and stormed to Jake's room.
You knocked loudly enough for him to hear over his guitar, waiting a few moments for him to answer.
"Come in!" He yelled.
You flung the door open with squinted eyes. The morning sun covered your sight, and you brought the back of your hand to cover the blazing light shined onto your face to see Jake sitting on the edge of his bed.
"Can you keep it down a bit? Especially in the morning? You woke me up before my alarm for work was supposed to go off."
He pulled his pic out from his teeth and placed it in his fingers. "Told you to invest in a pair of earplugs."
"I shouldn't need to wear them to sleep because you decide to turn your amp all the way up for the neighbors to hear." You said. "If you read the papers you were signing, you'd know that quiet hours end at 8 AM, which it is not."
"You're just a ray of sunshine in the morning, aren't you?" He pulled his eyebrows together.
"Turn it down, please." You pressed.
He widened his eyes at you for a moment, then turned the knob on his amp to a lower volume.
"Thank you." You said in your best polite tone. "Why are you up so early playing anyways?"
He sighed, standing up and setting his guitar down into a stand he had set up in the corner of his room. For a moment, his figure covered the sun, and you were able to see his bare back, along with the plaid drawstring pants that hugged at his hips.
He turned to you. "Just woke up early, I guess. I like playing in the mornings to start my day. I've got a gig coming up, so I always like to make sure I'm targeting my weak points and fixing them before I get on stage."
You nodded. "Well, you can play a little bit quieter. Don't they have headphones designed to plug into amps?"
"I don't have a pair." He scratched at his head.
"Well, maybe you should invest in a pair." You lightly mimicked him. "I'm leaving for work in about an hour and a half. So, do what you want with that information."
You shut the door behind you and left to your kitchen to start on breakfast.
You quickly made yourself toast with jam, not quite examining the new products that filled your fridge. You decided to take a look when you got home, but your main priority was to just eat and wash the exhaustion off your body.
With your extra time on hand, you allowed yourself to take a longer shower than normal. Feeling the hot water trickle down your body as you scrubbed your hair with shampoo and conditioner, then turning your back to the showerhead to allow wash it all out. Relaxation overtook your body, and although that was a telltale sign that you weren't helping yourself wake up, you didn't care to dismiss the hot water and make it a bit cooler. The steam coming from the shower and fogging up the mirror in your bathroom was the perfect aroma for you as you washed your body clean and stood for a few moments to soak up just as much time as you could without wasting it under the water.
You made sure to lock your door as soon as you got out of the shower and stepped foot into your bedroom, then began to get dressed. You were thankful with how laid-back your coffee house was, which allowed you to wear a black sleek skirt and a tight white top with nonslip shoes. You went light on your makeup today, only covering up any blemishes on your skin and layering your lashes with mascara.
You checked the time on your phone, and you figured it wouldn't kill you to be early to work. Your hair was blow-dried and up in a tight ponytail, so you considered yourself ready enough and left without saying a word to Jake.
You saw Stacie at the counter, talking to your manager and turning her head over her shoulder to see you.
"We've got a lot to talk about, don't we?" She said with a sweet smile.
"Lots." You widened your eyes.
After you clocked in, greeted your manager and tied your small apron around your waist, you walked to Stacie and grabbed her wrist.
"I don't know how to win with him, Stace. There will be instances where everything is fine, having a good light-hearted conversation. And then, annoyance just builds up in my body and we start to argue. It's not like we're just teasing each other, it's more like siblings fighting over nothing. I just don't get it."
She bit back a grin. "It's only been a day and he's that bad, huh?"
"Well, I mean it's not terrible. Just...hard." You sighed. "But I'm going to stay hopeful and consider the positives over the negatives."
"So, you've made some progress? Well, that's good!" She nodded quickly with a smile.
"Barely." You leaned your hand onto the counter.
"Well, like I said, it's only been a day. I'm sure with time you guys will grow a beautiful friendship." She exaggerated with her hands.
"Ha, ha. We'll see. My hours will get cut as soon as I become manager because I'll be getting paid more to work, so no more avoiding him because I have to be here." You threw up your hand. "But I guess if he's living with me, then I should be able to tolerate him more than I do now."
"Well, what kind of progress did you make with him? Learn anything interesting about him?" She wiggled her brows.
"He likes cooking and he's close with his family. That's pretty much it. Oh, and his favorite color is red."
"How'd you learn that his favorite color was red?" She giggled.
"I asked him to play a game of icebreakers after I took his papers to the landlord. I didn't know what else to ask him, in my defense." You pressed your hand flat on your chest.
"What interests me most is that he's a cook. That makes any man a bit more attractive." She pointed at you.
"His personality cancels anything out that might make him slightly attractive. Josh told me that he was a different person when you're alone with him, and right when I think I can believe that he becomes the same person I've known."
She walked away from you to the coffee grinder. "What about starting over?"
"What?" You turned your body in her direction.
"You know, saying, 'hey, why don't we forget about our past and redo our first impressions?'" She shrugged. "It's not a bad idea, y/n."
"Maybe I should give it a few more days before I tell him he needs to reintroduce himself to me. I'm a firm believer in change, you know."
"You say that, but I think you're quite set on the fact that Jake will never change his ways."
You rolled your eyes. She was right. "So, from now on, I'm changing my mindset on him. Does that sound good to you?"
"Well, it benefits you, so yeah, it sounds like a plan. Try a breathing exercise or something next time he gets on your nerves and keep yourself cool and collected. I'm sure he feeds on your anger."
You scrunched your face at her choice of words. "That's one way to state it. He just reminds me of my little brother, always getting on my nerves."
She turned to you with a cup of coffee, placing it on the counter and pushing it out to a customer who sat at one of the barstools. "Then," she looked to you, "change your viewpoint on him. He's your roommate, not your brother."
You shrugged. "Yeah, I suppose so." You released your words with a sigh.
. ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .
You got off of work a little after lunch hour, so you weren't surprised to see Jake sitting at the island in the kitchen with an empty plate.
He lifted his eyes to you. "I was just about to call you."
You gave him a confused look. "Why?"
"Nice sentiment of you to leave your phone number on the fridge by the way," he nodded towards the dry erase board, "but I was thinking about grabbing a cup of coffee."
You set your purse onto the island after slipping off your shoes and walked over to your cabinets. "Promise me you'll never come visit me while I'm working."
He chuckled. "Why not? Are you embarrassed or something?"
You began to fill your glass with water from the fridge. "Because I don't see a point in you coming to my work for coffee when there are a ton of other places you could go to."
"Well, what if I want to visit my roommate hard at work?" He leaned over his plate towards you. "I wouldn't want to miss an opportunity to see you in that little outfit." He pointed at your work clothes.
You tugged your skirt down after setting your cup of water down. "Shut up. Your actions are usually filled with malicious intent."
"What kind of guy do you take me for? I'm harmless." He placed his hand over his heart.
You rolled your eyes. "Sure, but you annoy me. I'd like to have a bit of peace and quiet while I'm at work, since I won't be able to get it in my own home anymore."
He grabbed his plate and walked over to the sink. "Is this about me waking you up? You still hung up on that?"
You pressed your tongue into your cheek. Deep breaths, you thought, be more approachable.
"I would just like an apology, that's all. I guess I overreacted a bit this morning. I'm not much of a morning person."
He chuckled as he placed his plate into the dishwasher. "Nor am I. I like staying up late. Don't usually wake up early." He shrugged. "I'm sorry, though, for waking you up. I'll be a bit more mindful of you next time."
"Good to know you're thinking of others for once." You said with playful sarcasm. "And thanks for apologizing."
"You're so very welcome, sunshine." He said with a coy grin.
You groaned at the nickname. "Don't make that a thing."
"I think it's got a ring to it. And it's a bit ironic considering you're not really a ray of sunshine."
"Oh, and you are?" You picked up your glass.
He pretended to be in thought for a moment, lifting his chin up and pressing his lips together. "Yeah, yeah I think I am. I mean, I'm a bit more enjoyable to be around than you are."
You scoffed a bitter laugh. "You hold yourself on a high horse, you know that?"
"Well, I prefer to be confident in myself than not. Is that so bad?" He looked at you with slight confusion.
"It becomes a bad thing when you appear to be vain." You took a sip from your water and began to leave the room.
"Was that your first impression of me? Vain?" He called.
You exhaled deeply. "Yes."
You continued your steps towards your bedroom, but that didn't stop Jake from talking.
"I remember meeting you. I didn't think you were too bad. Thought you were quite nice, actually."
You turned on your heels with both hands wrapped around your cup. "Do you still think that?"
"No," he said with a grin plastered on his face, "you're aggravating."
"That's because I was annoyed with you boasting about how much of an amazing guy you were. Those kinds of things don't impress me." You nodded your head at him.
"Really? And here I thought you were head over heels for me." He teased at you with squinted eyes.
"You're funny, I'll give you that." You laughed.
He walked from the island, making his way to you with his hands shoved in his pockets. "Are you being nice to me?" He said with playful shock.
"Soak it up, Jake. Me being nice to you is going to be very rare. I still don't like you." You quirked your brows.
"Well, then I guess I'll take your very rare compliment with gratitude." He stopped in front of you. "You'll have to come around someday if you want to make living with me less 'unbearable'."
"On second thought, I think I'll just continue being bitter to you, you know, since you seem to thrive on annoying me." You cocked your head to the side.
"You might be right about that." He smirked. "But I find you somewhat difficult, so pushing you over the edge is entertaining to me."
You rolled your eyes. "And I’m the difficult one?"
"You know you didn't have to agree to this," he motioned between the both of you with his fingers, "but you did. I wasn't eager to live with you either. But I chose to be the bigger person and suck it up because in the long run, it benefits the both of us." He gave you a faint shrug. "Are we done talking about this now?"
You exhaled deeply. You wanted to push back at him, eat him out with all the anger that was built up in your body. But what was the point in being stubborn? What made you more frustrated was how true his words are. You didn't have to let him move in with you, but you did because it would help you out financially and rid you of your constant fatigue. You didn't want to pack up your things and downsize, because after all, you were attached to your apartment. You loved how it was spacious yet felt like a cozy home. And, at the end of the day, Jake was just merely a guy crashing in the room right next to yours.
You didn't need to continue the conversation any longer, so you turned away from him as a silent response and walked into your bedroom.
After shutting the door behind you, you set your water cup on your bedside table and plopped into your firm mattress. It was hard to change your mindset on Jake, despite your optimism. You couldn't force him to be a different person, so you'd have to do the same thing as him to keep yourself sane: suck it up, and let things be the way that they are. If you were unable to see him in a different light, then so be it. But that's no reason for you to act out in immaturity and make him feel miserable in his new home.
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abbatoirablaze · 20 days
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Behind Closed Doors Master List
Things happen for the powerful behind closed doors.
Things happen for the A-listers who have needs that can't be met, or they don't feel comfortable asking about.
And that's where (Y/N) came in for none other than Chris Evans.
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High off his role as Johnny Storm, Chris shot to stardom. But he had dreams far beyond Hollywood.
He wanted to be a dad.
So he found you.
But little did he know that his fate was intertwined with not only yours, but another Marvel co-star that he wouldn't really get to know until years down the road.
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The love of your life.
The father of your children...well, most of them, but we'll get to that.
Sebastian swore he loved you from the day he first saw your picture.
And while your relationship may not be in the spotlight, he's made it perfectly clear the family that the two of you created is his everything.
And this is what happens behind closed doors.
Chapters
The Contract
The Buildup
The Honeymoon Phase
The Breakdown
The Breakup
The Knight In Shining Armour
The Secret
The Secret Life
The New Role
The Mad Hatter
The PR Relationship
The Future
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ptersparkers · 1 year
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behind closed doors
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summary: a regularly updating collection of stolen moments with none other than aaron hotchner. 
notes: so...i cannot get this man out of my head and this project fulfills my, ahem, frustrations. these are short vignettes with separate plots that i’m probably gonna update as i think of more scenarios. feel free to leave me suggestions! 
warnings: nsfw.
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→ mirror: aaron wants you to watch him fuck you in front of his mirror.
→ untitled: (coming soon) 
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marypaol · 7 days
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Uhhhh guys? Need a little preference help!
Thank you to whoever answers this because when I read other imagines and stuff I feel like they’re always so long! And when I write I think the story’s amazing until I realize how short it is. 🫣😅
This will help me to see how long you like stories to be so I can satisfy your needs. :)
Have a wonderful day!!! 🫶🏻
(Also check out my blog I write for Draco Malfoy and him only) (so far?)
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ktechnicolour · 2 months
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Still working on that YBCD mega post
but its taking a little while to finish between commissions and personal stuff, so for now heres something I'm not sure i ever showed off here.
at one point i was planning on redoing the comic since alot of the art was super dated and i wanted to rework and remove a few things. it never really took off and the lack of interaction and personal life ended up killing the whole thing.
anyway, here were the first 2 pages of the redo that never was.
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