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xbellaxcarolinax · 4 years ago

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Heartbreaker- Part 2

Pairing: Modern Ivar x Female character/ reader (She)

Word Count: 5573

Warnings: Sexual content, language and angst.

Beautiful mood board by the amazing @peterquillzsblog Thank you again 💙

So clearly, I have no self control. I got a little carried away. This was only meant to be a one-shot and here I am posting a second part 😅 @youbloodymadgenius, I hope you don’t mind 💙 Thank you for all the wonderful feedback from the first part, it inspired me to write this second part.

Part 1

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“Here we have the famous Oseberg Ship. It was discovered by a farmer in Vestfold over a hundred years ago in 1904,” Her heels click against the hardwood floor, coming to an abrupt halt right by the ancient Viking ship, “It is known as the most beautiful Viking tomb to be discovered.” She watches the tourists surround the vessel, all sporting wide eyes as they take in the sight of the giant ship.

She goes on to explain the history of the ship, the noblewomen that were buried within and the various items unearthed in the vessel. She never grew tired of watching tourist faces twist in fascination as she educates them on the Viking Age and of the narrative that most didn’t know about besides knowing that the Norse were fearsome warriors. They were much more complex than that. The last half hour was spent exploring the rest of the exhibition and alerting the small crowd of the donations that would kindly be accepted for the preservation of the vessel.

Leading the small group back towards the entrance of the museum, she waves them off, thanking them for their time and wishing them a good day. That was only her first tour of the day. 2 more to go. Smoothing down her nicely fitted black pencil skirt, she goes behind the ticket counter, greeting the 2 cashiers, Anders and Christina, before checking the roster posted by the register for the next tour.

“I’d like to purchase a ticket for the tour at 2.” Immediately her head snaps up to look towards the familiar voice, her jaw clenching as soon as she sees those familiar blue eyes. Fuck. Her hand grips Christina’s shoulder tightly, causing the cashier to look up at her before she could hand him his ticket and change.

“What?” Christina questions, shifting away from her touch before smiling prettily at Ivar, “Enjoy the tour, sir.”

“Thank you.” He smiles back charmingly, the same kind of smile that had her hooked at that stupid party. His eyes shift to hers immediately, cocking his head as he purses his lips, trying to elicit a reaction from her. The reaction would have been to slap him, but she’d rather keep her job. Adjusting the collar of her white pinstriped button down, she turns away, muttering something to the cashiers before going straight toward the museum cafe. She ignores Ivar completely, her nude heels clicking desperately against the floor as she tries to get away from him as quickly as possible. He wouldn’t be able to catch up with her with his crutch. He must have been in pain that day to be going out with it. And who cares? Fuck him.

She gets herself a bottle of water, tapping her foot impatiently as the cashier takes his sweet ass time getting her change. She should have given him her card. Before she could slink away, Ivar gets a firm grip on her wrist, his large hand pushing her bracelets up against her skin uncomfortably.

“Wait,” He says smoothly, turning her gently to face him. She bites her lip, finally bringing her eyes to meet his. She couldn’t read him at that moment, but really, could she ever? Ivar was like a fucking android when he wanted to be. “You blocked me. I’ve been trying to reach you for days now.” She scoffs, removing herself from his grip and folding her arms over her chest.

“I’ve been unavailable.” She says with a shrug, giving him the best glare she could muster. It had been a little over a week since the incident and she had done well to stay out of his way, not that it was difficult to do so in the first place. They lived about 15 minutes away from each other, but it was still far enough that she wouldn’t really run into him, and Ivar drove everywhere which was the upside of her walking and taking public transit. Thankfully, they worked completely different jobs. What a nightmare that would have been if they didn’t. Of course, he knew where she worked. The museum wasn’t far from his office and he sometimes picked her up after work when he had the chance. She supposed that was the downside.

Ivar gives her a once over, admiring how her pencil skirt hugged her gentle curves and how her legs seemed endless in those pricey heels. He remembered how happy she had been when she bought them for herself. He insisted on purchasing them for her, what was a measly 2000 krones? That wasn’t easy on the salary of a museum tour guide, but she refused of course, and he kinda liked her all the more for it. But that was in the past.

“You’ve been ignoring me.” He corrects, leaning heavily on his crutch, masking his discomfort as well as he could, but he couldn’t fool her. He licks his lips, raising a brow as if insisting she give him a decent answer. Who was he to insist upon anything?

“I have nothing to say to you, Ivar.”

“Come on, really? Nothing? I doubt it,” He snorts with a shake of his head, “Did you at least like the flowers? I stayed up all night finding the right florist that had your favorite flowers and that could deliver them early on such short notice. I had to pull some strings. It wasn't easy, you know.” What, did he want her to fall to her knees and kiss those expensive ass beige Chelsea boots that went well with his navy blue fitted suit? Fuck, she needed to stop.

“Oh yes, I loved them so much that I had to throw them out. They were too pretty. The little card was the best part. Thank you so much for that, asshole.” He trailed after her when she pushed past him, rushing out of the cafe. 5 minutes left till the tour started.

“Wait, slow down,” He calls out to her as he maneuvers himself through the crowd of people, finally catching up to her quick steps, “What did you want me to say? I warned you-”

“Yes, yes, not to fall in love with you, got it,” She dismisses his comment, “And I’m trying to accept that, so why aren’t you?” Ivar clears his throat, shoving a hand into the pocket of his tight dress pants.

“I want you to come back.” She snorts at his audacity, and he frowns, abruptly coming to a stop in front of her. He looks deeply into her eyes, her lashes nice and thick from her coat of mascara. He moves his eyes down to her lips, set in a snarl. That’s not the reaction he wanted, but at least she wore a pretty shade of lipstick.

“You must be out of your mind. Go back where? Your bed?” She whispers harshly over to him, “You’ve made a decision and so did I. Go do what you do best and leave me out of it.”

“But we were doing so great,” He whines, and she found it hard to believe she was talking to a grown ass man, “And I miss you.” He missed her body, not her.

“Fuck you.” She spits, fighting the urge to pour her entire bottle of water over him. Wouldn’t it be a sight to see him looking like a drowned rat.

“That’s what I’d like for you to do, yes. Preferably with you on top.” He smirks, loving how her face burned in both embarrassment and anger. He absolutely loved when she got flustered. It was cute. She quickly looks around hoping no one has witnessed their little exchange.

“This is a professional setting Ivar, so please do me a favor and respect my job,” She looks down at her watch, “I don’t have time for your bullshit. The tour is about to start. I gotta go.” She could already see the small group lining up, waiting to be led into the exhibit.

“Luckily, I’ll be joining you.”

“You hate museums.”

“Please, I’m totally interested in…” He pulls out the ticket, squinting his eyes at the description typed in the finest of print, “...The Gokstad ship.” He didn’t even know what tour ticket he fucking purchased.

“Oh god.” She groans, rushing over to the group to greet them. Ivar smiles, following right behind her.

God, her ass looked great in that skirt.

…

“The Gokstad ship was built at the height of the Viking period,” She begins, trying her very best to ignore Ivar’s piercing gaze. She was used to having eyes on her whenever she did her public speaking, but Ivar’s eyes were different. He wanted to devour her. “It was extremely versatile, but mostly used for raids and voyages.” The group of tourists, consisting of families with young children, began their picture taking of the massive ship.

“If you look up toward the stern posts, notice the absence of the notorious dragon heads. Although most of the wood has rotted away, archeologists believe there were never dragon heads fitted in the first place. This ship is quite fearsome without them, don’t you think?” The group erupted in murmurs as they turned their eyes up toward the very top of the ship.

The only person who lacked interest was Ivar. He smirks at her, leaning against the arched entryway while the rest of the group roamed around the perimeter of the ship, unaware of the silent battle between the handsome crutch man and the pretty tour guide. The fucker was making her nervous, her hands beginning to sweat as she fumbled with her fingers behind her back. When she shifts her eyes back to his she gulps. Slowly, he drags his tongue over his lower lip, coating the plump muscle in a shine before he bites down gently, wiggling his brows in suggestion.

Fuck him.

After what seemed like hours, the Gokstad tour finally ended and once again she brought the group back towards the entrance of the museum, suggesting they visit the cafe for a quick meal before bidding them a good day.

“I forgot how smart you are,” Ivar pulls up right behind her, his breath close enough to form gooseflesh on the nape of her neck, “My little bookworm, hmm?

“I’m nothing to you,” She whirls around, looking up at him with sad eyes and the same frown she’s been wearing for most of the tour, “Have a good day, asshole.”

…

Norwegian weather never seemed to agree with her. It was pouring outside and she didn't bring an umbrella. There wasn't even rain in the forecast till tomorrow. She runs down the steps of the museum, careful not to slip in her damn heels. The sidewalks were already slippery, and she had to mind her steps to avoid falling on her ass.

A familiar expensive car pulls up right beside her. This fucker waited an extra 2 hours for her to finish work, just to pull up in his car? "Let me give you a ride." Ivar lowers the window of the passenger seat, tapping on the gas pedal lightly to match the extremely slow pace she had in those heels.

“I’m fine.” She bites out, awkwardly maneuvering her trench coat over her head in a pathetic attempt to shield herself from the rain. It wasn’t too bad, she told herself, and the train station wasn’t that far.

“Seriously? You’re soaked and you’re gonna get sick. Stop being stubborn.” He scoffs, craning his neck to get a better look at her.

“Ivar, you're holding up traffic, just go.” The cars behind him began to honk their horns at Ivar’s turtle-like pace, but all he did was roll down his window and flip everyone off.

“Which is exactly why you should get in. Come on, it’s the least I can do.” He flashes her that charming smile, and all she could really do in that moment was to stare at his pearly white teeth and his perfect lips.

“Fine.” She grumbles, opening the door as soon as she heard him unlock it, quickly shuffling inside. She sits on her trench so as to not wet the fancy leather interior of the sleek black car. That was way too nice of her.

“That wasn’t so bad now, was it?”

“Just shut the fuck up and drive.” Ivar chuckles at her irritation, unaware of the potty mouth she had, but he liked that. He does as told, hitting the gas and taking off down the street.

The drive to her flat was mostly silent with the exception of the radio playing softly in the background. She makes sure to look out the window, staring at the most mundane details of a tiled roof, or counting how many people she could spot walking down the street. That was the only way she could successfully ignore Ivar without getting trapped by his gaze. After 25 minutes he pulls up in front of her building, and she doesn’t hesitate to hop out the car, slamming the door with more force than necessary.

“Aren’t you going to invite me in?” He rolls down the window, calling out to her retreating figure.

“Fuck no.” She yells back, not bothering to look back at him.

An elevator ride to the 3rd floor and a quick conversation with her neighbor, and she was entering her cozy flat in no time. After tossing her keys in the ceramic dish, she removes her heels, setting them to dry by the coat rack where she hung her trench and purse. She removes the tie holding her hair up in a ponytail, quickly ruffling her fingers through the knots to no avail. After switching on her fairy lights, she immediately goes to pull out a bottle of Pinot Noir from the cupboard, wasting no time in pouring herself a glass and gulping it down in almost one go. There wasn’t enough wine in the world to muddle her thoughts away from Ivar. Her heart was beginning to ache again.

The loud obnoxious knock on her door had her sighing dramatically as she already knew who was behind it. All she wanted to do was shower, maybe watch a show, eat takeout, and go to bed. It could’ve been so simple if it weren’t for Ivar.

“No one’s home.” She calls out, leaning her back against the door with the glass of red wine in her hand. She sips it lazily, hearing Ivar’s frustrated grumbling from the other side.

“Can I please come in?” His tone was boardline pleading, and she let out the most unbecoming snort before turning around and flinging the door open.

“What do you want?” She questions.

“A ‘thank you’ maybe?” He was leaning heavily against his crutch now, all that standing, walking and driving catching up to him. His nice clothes were damp from the rain and a few strands of hair escaped his almost neat bun, plastered down on his prominent forehead.

“Thanks. Goodnight.” Before she could slam the door in his face he shoots a hand out, stopping the door from closing any further.

“Please.” Was all he said, and if she wasn’t mistaken, there was something akin to sadness swimming in those big eyes of his. Fuck. She steps to the side, opening the door wide enough for him to slip in before slamming the door shut. He stands there awkwardly as she moves back to her kitchen counter, pouring herself another glass before going on her phone in search of a playlist.

“Well?” He finally questions, removing his dressy boots and placing them right beside her heels.

“Well?” She questions back, brows raised.

“Aren’t you going to offer me a glass?”

“Here’s the wine,” She pushes the bottle forward, “I’m sure you remember where the glasses are.” She hears Ivar grunt in displeasure as she flopped down on the sofa, not caring that her clothes were soaked and most likely seeping through the material of the sofa. She should probably invest in some leather ones. After a minute Ivar plops down beside her, setting aside his crutch with one hand while gripping his wine glass in the other.

Once again, there was silence between them as her playlist filtered throughout the living room from her hidden wireless speakers. She always did have a love for classical music, Ivar realized. It was something to calm her nerves, like the star projector in her room. He does a quick scan of the living room. He hadn’t been inside her flat in a while, but nothing really changed. Maybe she added a couple of new plants to her collection but that was it. He wasn’t sneezing yet, which was a good sign. That meant no candles were lit. And that fucking cat hasn’t shown up to hiss at him, another good sign.

“You want some takeout?” She asks him in a bored tone, the kind of tone she used when she wasn’t particularly keen being in someone’s presence, mostly towards those she disliked. It was always the one she used when around a specific set of Ivar’s friends, or even his brother, Sigurd. She bends forward, picking up the stack of takeout menus that were neatly placed in a pile on the small wooden coffee table, filtering through them until she pulled out a menu that caught her eye. “Mexican?”

“Mexican is fine.” He agrees, taking another sip of the bitter wine as he raked his eyes over her form for what seemed like the millionth time that day. Her cheeks were dusted in pink and her hair was a wet mess. Her white button down was soaked, giving him a great view of the white bra underneath the thin cotton fabric.

“Stop fucking staring,” She mutters, “You’re not entitled to that anymore.”

“You’re right.” He clears his throat, bringing his attention to the TV that never seemed to be in use. He stared at his reflection off the black screen, wondering just what the fuck he was doing there. It was all spontaneous, you see. He’d woken up that morning with dozens of messages from his brothers and another dozen missed calls from Freydis. But none of them were from the person he wanted.

After his lunch break he decided to take the rest of the day off, much to Ubbe’s annoyance. He left his older brother’s office while hearing him shout out something along the lines of him being a lousy paralegal. Instead of doing his actual job, which was to draw up contracts for Ubbe’s clients, he decided to pay the fucking Viking Ship Museum a visit. He decided to pay her a visit. He didn’t give a flying fuck about those Viking ships, and he had little to no interest in his ancestors and their artifacts, but there was no denying that she looked amazing while talking about it.

While she orders over the phone, her cat decides to hop on the coffee table, baring his teeth and hissing at him immediately.

“Benji, come on,” Ivar groans, lolling his head to the side to eye the angry calico, “I send you your favorite treats and this is how you repay me?” Benji hisses at him again, standing on his little legs to appear more intimidating, but all he did was look like a fat spotted meatball. She tosses a throw pillow at him, successfully hitting the cat in the face and he immediately bolts off the coffee table and into her room.

“Your cat hates me.” Ivar complains, watching her set her phone down before getting up to pour herself another glass of wine.

“That makes two of us.” Was her snarky reply, her lower lip resting over the rim of the glass. Her eyes held a glint of danger, like she’d chuck the glass at him at any given moment. Thankfully she wasn't crazy like that. Instead she rolls her eyes at him, taking a sip of her drink as she leaned against the counter.

“You hate me?” He asked softly, his brows curving up in a worrisome look. He had absolutely no business looking the way he did. It was borderline adorable and she hated her thoughts for even thinking to describe him that way.

“Maybe hate is a strong word,” She says, swirling the dark liquid around the glass, “Dislike. I dislike you, Ivar Ragnarsson.” He frowns, turning away from her searing eyes for a moment, grunting when he stood with the help of his crutch. Fucking legs. Today was not the day. He walks over to her small kitchen, stepping closer to her until he gets in her face, arms caging her in as his hands gripped at the edges of the counter. His nose was mere inches away from hers, his blue gaze so penetrating she thought she could melt right into his arms. No. This was bad.

“What a shame,” He whispers, tilting his head down until his brow touched hers. He could hear her intake a sharp breath, her fingers gripping the wine glass tightly in the small space between them as her eyes fluttered closed. She looked so beautiful like this, cheeks flushed and lips parted as if begging for a kiss, and he had the biggest desire to do just that. He tilts his head, his nose tracing alongside hers, his lips so close to molding perfectly over her own. The knock on her door had him releasing a breath of pure frustration, groaning at the interruption. She blinks up at him, her eyes glazed in that lustful way he was familiar with. God, he missed that.

Shaking her head as if to clear her mind, she pushes Ivar away with little grace, hearing him stumble a bit as she made for the door. This was bad. Very bad. Searching the pocket of her trench coat, she pulls out her wallet, fishing for a few bills before pulling the door open, grabbing the bag of food from the delivery boy and handing him the money.

“I could have paid, you know.” Ivar says as soon as she slams the door closed, watching her drop the food onto the coffee table and rummaging inside.

“Paying for food isn’t going to change anything. Flowers aren't going to change anything.” She says, sitting on the sofa with a taco in hand. Ivar bites the inside of his cheek, sitting beside her and grabbing a taco of his own. She turns on the TV, putting on some random documentary about the Sami people as she takes another messy bite of her taco. Had she always looked this good while eating? He didn’t notice before, but he sure as fuck did now.

After a few minutes of silence, she gets up, packing away the trash and moving back to the counter to pour herself the remainder of the wine. She only drank like this when she was anxious, meaning, Ivar was making her anxious. He didn’t know how to feel about that. Hurt maybe? No, women never hurt him, not since that incident with Margrethe. He was the one doing the hurting now. So what made this any different?

Again, he gets to his feet with the help of his crutch, walking over to her and caging her in again, this time with her back pressed up against his torso. He lowers his chin to her shoulder, feeling her tense up at his actions. She smelled of her usual perfume. Chanel? He couldn’t remember, but the scent was amazing and had a desire raging within him. She pushes him back just enough to turn around within his arms, tilting her head up at him in a type of defiance that made him want to ravage her.

“It seems like that blonde hasn’t been fulfilling your needs. What was her name again? Freydis?” She knew what she was doing when she fluttered those lashes, worrying her lip between her teeth. She was teasing him, he knew. He didn’t want her to mention Freydis. He didn’t want to be thinking of that bimbo, not when he’s been craving her like madman for the past week and a half and finally, she was right in front of him just waiting to be tasted.

“She could never do what you can.” He mutters, inching his face closer to hers, his lips hovering over hers as they did before. He tries to steal a kiss, but she turns away from him, his lips landing on her cheekbone. Ivar groans, annoyed, pulling back to reveal his utter displeasure. He was desperate to kiss her, to feel her lips on his where they rightfully belonged.

“What a shame.” She shrugs, bringing her glass to her lips and taking another slow sip of her wine. She knew she was driving him crazy. He wanted her, she could see it in his eyes, in the way his body yearned for hers, how his hands gripped tightly at the edge of the counter, his knuckles white. He was like a wanton whore, silently begging for release.

“She could never do what you can.” He repeats again with a sigh.

“And what’s that, hmm?” She inches closer, her face so close to his as she questions him, “What is it that I can do? Because from the look of it, you seemed quite happy with her under your sheets.” She didn’t mean to say those words that angrily, but they came out rushed and heavy, the rage bubbling up within her. Ivar takes note of the vexation in her eyes, shifting his gaze back down to her lips. Fuck it.

He surges forward, crashing his lips to hers, molding them just like he wanted to. She takes a breath of surprise, hesitating to return the passion he was giving her until finally, she gives in, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him down towards her. She moans, delighting him greatly, and it was enough to grip her backside in his big hands, lifting her up onto the counter.

“Fuck, I’ve missed this,” He mutters over her lips, pulling out her dress shirt from her skirt, desperate to feel the soft skin beneath, “I’ve missed you.” She doesn't bother to reply, continuing to kiss him while she pushes his lapel jacket from his shoulders. She tosses it to the floor, moving to untuck his white dress shirt. “Did you miss me, kitten? I think you did.”

“Shut the fuck up and kiss me, asshole.” She growls, working on unbuckling his belt. Ivar grins as a new wave of arousal hits him, slapping her hands away in order to rip her shirt open. The buttons flew everywhere, clinking over the counter and onto the floor, and wherever else they happened to fall, he didn’t really care. “Ivar! Benji might eat one of those!”

“Fuck it. I’ll buy you a new cat.” He says, pulling down her damp bra to release her breasts, her nipples immediately hardening as the air hit her skin. He wastes no time in latching on to a nub, swirling his tongue over her heated flesh. She squeals, her fingers weaving their way through the roots of his hair and giving a harsh tug, his neat bun tumbling down into a messy ponytail.

“Shit.” She groans, tilting her head back as Ivar nipped and sucked, worshiping her skin until finally dragging his tongue toward the valley of her breasts and up towards her neck. Just the way she liked it.

Ivar makes a noise of approval, grunting at the tight grip she had on his shoulders. He peppered kisses up her neck and over her face, being as gentle with her as he possibly could. Usually Ivar opted towards the rougher side of sex, with heated touches and sloppy kisses, but not that night. He wanted to give her soothing touches and tender kisses, anything he could do to please her. Anything to get her back to him.

He pushes a lock of her hair behind her ear, moving his hand to cup the side of her face while the other holds onto the edge of the counter. She was breathing heavily, uncertainty swimming in her eyes as she looked up at him with a growing desire.

“Bedroom?” He whispers. She sighs, biting her lip. This was very bad. Bad, bad, bad. She nods her head weakly.

“Bedroom.”

…

Ivar didn’t notice when she had turned on her projector, but he was staring up at it now, watching the stars twinkle brightly against her ceiling. He laid with an arm behind his head, his skin still damp from recent physical activities. It was amazing, like fireworks shooting off in his head and it was exactly what he needed. It was exactly what he’d been missing, the touch of her skin, her little moans and whimpers, her nails scratching down his back. He was sure his back was riddled with angry red lines, and he knew it would sting once he showered, but he enjoyed it, so it didn’t bother him much.

He turns to look at her when he feels the bed shift, watching her naked form move in the darkness to light those damn scented candles around her room. He smiles, eyeing the little dimples on her lower back that became more pronounced when she leaned over her nightstand. The scent of roses filled the room, reminding him of the garden back in his family’s summer home. His nose pricked with the familiar sensation of a sneeze, and he immediately wrinkles his nose to keep it at bay.

She settles back on the bed, bringing the quilt patterned sheets she favored over herself. She faces him, but doesn’t look at him, choosing instead to follow the geometric shapes of a mandala printed on the linen. Ivar reaches out to touch her cheek, his finger tracing down her skin in gentle swipes. She looked so beautiful. The starlight from the ceiling and the flickering candles danced over her skin, draping her in a glow that made her look ethereal.

Any other time before last week, she would have enjoyed such touches. Okay, maybe she was enjoying them a little too much in that moment, but this was probably the last time she’d let herself fall into his sly little trap, right? Feeling his toned chest under her palms felt amazing, and his skin still had the lingering scent of his body wash. He was always meticulous in the products he used for himself, which meant he never used one of those 3 in 1 body washes that are a typical man’s holy grail. His skin always had a fresh smell, like cucumbers, and his hair had that pleasant coconut scent from the shampoo she introduced to him.

“You’re amazing.” Ivar whispers, bringing her out of her thoughts. His eyes flutter with the signs of sleep, his day ending in complete satisfaction. She was almost sad to be bursting his bubble, but if it were the other way around he wouldn’t be sad to burst hers. She clears her throat, preparing her next words carefully.

“Ivar?”

“Hm?”

“You can leave now.” Whatever drowsiness he felt had disappeared almost immediately, eyes now wide enough to bulge from his sockets. She wanted to laugh, but felt it would ruin the moment, and he wouldn’t take her seriously if she broke out in laughter, so she kept her serious face on.

“You don’t want me to sleepover?” He asked, dumbfounded, sitting up to lean on his elbows, gazing down at her.

“What for? You hate it here.” She says, waving her hand around to make her point. Ivar frowns, not really understanding her. She used to beg for him to stay, and she eventually stopped asking him after a while, but he was so sure that having him there and him deciding to spend the night would make her happy, so why was she not happy?

“I don’t.” He answers.

“Liar.”

“I’m not lying,” He pouts, “I just prefer my place.”

“I’m not stopping you from going, Ivar.” She says flatly. His expression was comedic, mouth slightly agape and eyes blinking stupidly. The sheets pool around his waist as he sits up, staring down at his hands. His ego had just taken a beating.

“Are you serious?”

“Very.” Ivar’s face twists in utter confusion. How could she deny him? She wanted him. She loved him...didn’t she?

“But…”

“What’s the matter?” She moves closer to him, “Are you upset?” She taunts, her naked chest in full view for him to admire, but before he could, she grabs his jaw tightly, holding it in place to lock eyes with him. His blue irises were intense and mesmerizing, and was one of the reasons why she fell for him so hard. Ivar was beautiful, but his heart was ugly, and he needed to be put in his place. “Did you want me to still be in love with you despite the many times you’ve warned me not to?” Ivar remains silent, searching her eyes for something more than the words she’s uttered. There was nothing there.

She loosens her grip on his jaw, pushing him away from her. His face falls, utterly dejected. The corners of his mouth twitch as he stares at her, noting the little smirk that played on her lips.

“Get the fuck out of my flat, Ivar.”

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kitanoko · 5 years ago

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I wrote this for @selephi‘s birthday! ENJOY AND HOPE U LIKE THIS FRIEND!

In which Yaoyorozu walk Todoroki home

"You know you should be really grateful that ME...THE GREAT MINETA has come to mentor you. It's my pleasure by the way to teach you how to solve the most enigmatic mysteries of all time with my intelligence and perfect skills built upon years of experience."

Todoroki stuffed a piece of fried chicken drenched with mayo into his mouth and gurgled it down with the lager he had just ordered. Well, correction, he was given the beverage for free. "On the house" a giggling waitress had said, staring at him for a few seconds too long.

Mineta murmured a few profanities under his breath and continued.

"Were you even listening to me?" The teeny dwarf with purple curled hair stated a bit louder than previous. The energetic blues in the back covered his voice just a little. Huh, strange, Todoroki started thinking, Mineta's hair looked so much like jumbo grapes. The ones he missed from home so much since landing here in Japan.

Well he did see some famous Japanese ones at the supermarket near his temporary apartment but they were a bit pricey.

"Sure." He absentmindedly answered while reaching for a napkin. Mineta scowled at him and crossed his legs, lips pursed.

Todoroki had come here for work purposes. Originally from San Francisco, Todoroki came from a line of famous detectives and secret agents. His agency needed his help over in Kyoto and sent him over straight away without even asking him twice. Midoriya and Iida told him he'd definitely have fun over at their satellite office.

When the duo haired man had arrived, hair and clothes dishevelled, he found out the office in Kyoto only had a handful of employees, half of which got on his nerves. Mineta, a detective (if you could even call him that) who started out only recently at their firm already held 5 offences above his head, and here he was, sitting with him, telling Todoroki how much 'honour' he's bestowing upon him.

Ugh. Can this night get any worse.

To his right was a stoic man named Shouji and a boisterous one named Kirishima. They were also employees of the firm and Todoroki held respect for them both, especially the well-known 'Octa-man'.

"Well I'm glad you're here," Kirishima started, body slumping on the cracked leather seats, "Meeting THE 'Todoroki Shouto' is a once in a lifetime opportunity."

The man mentioned clinked Kirishima's glass and muttered a cheers before giving him a slight grin. "I think you give me too much credit, Kirishima."

"Oh no," Shouji commented, his tall figure took up a big part of the couch, leaning forward to project his voice better, "It really is a rarity. I think us 3 are grateful for you being here, if Aizawa didn't end up in the hospital last week, we wouldn't be in this predicament."

Aizawa was one of the firm's most well-respected managing agent, after 20 years of fighting and solving crime, he took the duty of leading a starting team out in Asia, Kyoto being one of APAC's main operating offices. Apparently he was 'getting old' he said, slipped off a four story building while in a chase and lost the criminal. Got gifted with two broken ribs and a broken hip.

Kirishima sent Todoroki a wide smile that cut his face in half, scruffling his hair which was even more red than his own, with one hand and interjected.

"Teach me all your manly ways my bro! I'm ready to fight alongside you whenever that son of a bitch shows up!"

Todoroki nodded in agreement. The sooner he catches the criminal that Aizawa had let slip out of his grasp the sooner he'd be able to fly back home.

Although, hanging out with these guys weren't so bad. Except for Mineta, who was now oogling some girl at the far corner of the bar. It disgusted him how disrespectful he was acting, let alone being an agent who worked under the same roof as him.

Todoroki finished his fifth swig of beer and casually swiped the vodka under Kirishima. He emptied it in one go and with a swipe of his right hand, dried the lingering bit of alcohol on his chapped lips.

"Think I'll go," the fire and ice user spoke, using Shouji's shoulder as a support. He stood up, and grumbled, a faint dizzy spell had him sway a bit. What was in that vodka?

His friends to his left looked worried with Kirishima knitting his brows in concern.

"You want me to come with you man?"

Todoroki shook his head vehemently. Loosening his tie in a quick left and right motion, he flung a hand out as if to tell Kirishima he was fine. Shouji wasn't at all convinced but let him get out anyway.

At this point, Todoroki had noticed that Mineta was gone, off somewhere to 'pick up chicks' as he would call it. His vision was getting a little blurry and his temples were pounding. He better get home and rest before tomorrow's 7am conference call.

"Hey come on pretty lady," Mineta's voice rang like annoying cicadas on a boiling hot day. Todoroki instinctively eyed where the little grape man was standing, conveniently near the exit that he was going to take and noticed the dark-haired girl he was trying to flirt with or whatever. She had a very uncomfortable yet polite smile etched on her face.

"No, please sir, let go of my arm," the lady insisted. Her eyes were bright, cheeks plump and dusted pink, and Todoroki had to say, her volumed hair framed her pretty heart shaped face perfectly.

She stood tall on her black stilettos and nervously grabbed the hem of her short black skirt as her leg slowly moved backwards. Still, Mineta urged on with a face like a wild animal.

Todoroki has had enough.

With a quick three-step stride, Todoroki was standing right beside the lady. He sent Mineta a viscious glare that made the grape boy startle in fear.

"Leave her alone," The duo haired man could hear himself talking a bit louder than usual. What was he doing? He should be going home and having a nice steamy shower. But seeing the girl beside him being harassed by Mineta like that was something he couldn't get out of his system. He tightly gripped Mineta's tiny arm and ripped it off her like he was acting on a vendetta.

It was probably the alcohol.

By now the crowd had dispersed a bit, music still blaring from the speakers high up on the ceiling and a small semi circle had formed to watch what was happening.

Crap. Todoroki thought, he hated getting attention.

"I'm..I'm sorry," Mineta finally managed to answer, his eyes were watering and his legs wobbled under Todoroki's intense stare. It didn't help that his heterochromia made him look that much more angry.

After two more seconds of seeing Todoroki's taciturn expression, Mineta knew he had to escape and scurried back to find Shouji who was shaking his head with Kirishima in disapproval.

The lady finally sighed in relief, noticing the crowd going back to form their own cliques and held a hand to her chest.

"Thank you so much," she began, turning to look into his eyes, "I didn't want to hurt him...if you hadn't come I think I might have had to call security or something."

"It's nothing, just didn't want us to have to deal with a lawsuit tomorrow."

Todoroki's legs motioned over to the door and the lady extended a hand to him before he could leave.

"I'm Yaoyorozu Momo. Nice to meet you and thank you, again."

Todoroki grabbed her soft hands and mumbled something before she could ask another question.

Pushing out the door, the slight autumn breeze ruffled his hair and Todoroki found himself stumbling along the sidewalk towards what he hoped was West of the city.

He had a faint recollection of his apartment being somewhere near the intersection with the bright orange Yoshinoya but with his headache he figured he shouldn't even think much anymore.

With an unsteady step, he took a quick rest after crossing the street. He leaned against the concrete wall of what looked like the outer area of a highschool and rolled up his sleeves. Usually he'd be able to regulate his body temperature but everytime after he drank, he just can't seem to do it as well. Right now, he felt sweat beading against his skin, the only thing cooling him down was the gust of strong wind that seemed to blow away even the seeds of wild dandelions.

From the corner of his eye, he noticed a familiar figure closing in on him. The slim shadow got nearer and finally he realized it was the girl, Yaoyorozu, that was jaywalking across to where he was. What's she doing here?

"Mister!" He heard her call out, "Are you alright?"

Todoroki nodded before watching her hold a handkerchief to his forehead.

"You don't look so good, sorry I didn't mean to follow you!" Yaoyorozu apologized immediately in case there was some misunderstanding going on. "I..I..."

The man grabbed her hand that was still on his forehead and held it there.

"Your hands are cold." He mumbled casually and she felt a warmth that tickled from her spine to her extremities. Yaoyorozu widened her eyes and quickly took her hand to her side.

Todoroki had no idea why she seemed so nervous but thought the ruddiness of her cheeks must have been due to whatever beverage she just had. A sweet smell wafted over him when she stood closer and he realized she had on a light fruity perfume. Without a second thought, Yaoyorozu held her arm around his shoulder as if to support him.

"I'll take you home," she offered graciously, "I think you had one too many drinks sir."

Sir. She just called him 'sir'. Todoroki thought, she was a humourous one.

"Call me Todoroki." He answered, and without confirming whether he wanted the help or not, the steps he started to take implied he wouldn't mind her accompanying him for the short walk.

Yaoyorozu tucked a loose hair over her ear and smiled, Todoroki noticing the lines on the corner of her eyes that had formed when she did.

"I live a block away from here."

"Is it near Yoshinoya?"

Todoroki cocked a brow.

"Yes, how'd you know?"

"Oh nothing," she said, "it's just that I used to live near here too when I was still a university student."

They pass Emmachi station quite soon after, them filling all the awkward silences with small talk and both of them come to enjoy each other's company. Yaoyorozu didn't lose her grip on Todoroki the whole way, either politely positioning her hand on his shoulder or gripping his arm.

By the time they get to the entrance of Todoroki's apartment, he had already loosened up the buttons near his neck to let the heat out. Yaoyorozu blushed at him and bowed slightly.

"Have a safe trip up the stairs!" She beamed and Todoroki let out a relaxed chuckle.

"Ya, hope I don't fall and break my nose."

She didn't seem to take that joke lightly.

"Let me help you up then!"

Todoroki wanted to laugh. What is this naivety? Wasn't she scared to get kidnapped or something?

"For all you know, I could be a murderer or a kidnapper." His voice sounded quite serious actually.

"No, Todoroki-san I could tell you're a good person! You...you helped me back there, and I swear that purple guy would have gotten badly hurt if I had to use my judo on him!" Yaoyorozu commented matter-of-factly.

So she knew martial arts huh. Guess you really can't judge a book by it's cover.

The man turned to unlock the gate and once again felt her slender fingers around his wrist.

He sighed. "Okay if you insist. It's 3 floors so its not going to be a breezy trek."

It took them 5 minutes to get up there and with Todoroki's feet feeling like tofu, he was just glad he finally made it home. Just a metre left before he could sprawl over his futon. Yaoyorozu didn't stop chatting away the whole time, he learnt that she was a biochemist doing her Masters and he also learnt that she seemed to really like her friends. She enjoyed arranging flowers and knows a lot about tea.

The last few steps to his door, Todoroki fished out his keys and stabbed it in before giving it a twist. Yaoyorozu waved.

"Thanks by the way," Todoroki said, he placed a hand over his head to massage his temples, "Really, I was never that great with alcohol, lightweight they'd all call me."

The lady giggled slightly, fixing the strap of her purse on her shoulder before taking his hands in her own in a polite handshake.

She was standing so close to him. Her orbs lively and bright.

Yaoyorozu blushed when Todoroki took a step closer and drew her face with a light tap under her chin and gave her a light peck on her cheek.

What the hell. Did he just kiss her?

"Um..Todo..Todo..." She couldn't even pronounce his name at this point. Thoughts were running wildly in her mind. Yaoyorozu was a fan of shoujo manga but this was...this was real life! It didn't help that his handsome face was right in front of her; should she kiss him back too? Oh my, she had just met him for a good half an hour and now her heart's pounding in her ears.

Ugh, what would Seo do if Wakamatsu had kissed her?

Todoroki cleared his throat, successfully breaking the black-haired girl from her thoughts.

He seemed slightly awkward following what just happened, his hand still holding the door open. He had no idea why he had done what he had done, but seeing her cute face redden up gave his heart a tug.

"Goodnight...." He held out his phone. How he managed to still balance his phone and swipe it steadily he didn't know. "Um, whats your number?"

Yaoyorozu gulped. "7788644656" she blurted that out in a hurry. She felt a vibration of her phone in her pocket within seconds and Todoroki stuffed his back to its original spot.

"Alright, give me a text when you're back home. Just called you so you'll have my number too. Bye."

The lady only managed to nod, watching as he gave her a wave of his hand before disppearing behind the wooden door painted white.

Was that going to be their last meeting? She thought as her heart practically leapt out of her ribcage. Yaoyorozu found a slight dance in her steps as she hopped back down the apartment.

She couldn't wait till she got home to send Todoroki a text. And of course, she had to tell her bff Jirou about this.

#todomomo #todoroki x yaoyorozu #bnha #boku no hero academia #my fanfic

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7wanderingpaws · 6 years ago

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5. The Desire. (Another Life)

Genre: soulmate/magic AU

Pairing: Jackson x reader

Word count: 2.6K

Songs: All India Radio - Lo Fi Groovy, Bien - The Best Part

Synopsis: You are more than happy in relationship with Jackson Wang, the hard-working and successful fencer representing Hong Kong. So what happens when you visit a local witch wanting to know more about your future as a couple?Because you always knew he was the right one for you. Even in another life. But would he really be the one?

((I hope you will enjoy it!))

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- - - The Desire - - -

Stanford, California, 2014

The night was very dark for you and your thoughts. You were unfathomably tired, but what was worse, you felt drained. You literally had to scold yourself mentally whenever your hand would reach for your phone, looking up his pictures, videos and his past you knew oh so well.

You would look for some old articles that were talking about his fencing, interviews where he would talk about his dream of becoming an Olympic gold medallist… You knew those articles by heart but you have never laid eyes on them in your life.

By the early morning, you managed to get some sleep that made you feel even worse. Sara, who did sleep better, woke up with a gentle smile knowing very well how bad it was for you. She was biting back all the positive arguments she had just so she could empathize with you in your misery.

“We should go down south to see the sea,” she suggested as you both sat down at the breakfast table in the hotel. “You would come up with nicer ideas.”

You sighed as you were trying to get rid off the egg shell on your hardboiled egg. “The thing is, dear Sara, that I don’t feel like doing shit.”

Sara bit her tongue to hold back sarcastic comments. “I know, dear, I know. But what can we do? Let’s try to look for a resolution. There must be some way to find out what is happening to us, to you especially.”

You gave out a much louder sigh and you put down the unfinished egg. “I want to know what does he think!”

“As in if he has the same thing happening to him?”

You nodded, your face unreadable. “Yes, exactly. Is he having the same twisted thing in his mind? Does he know me?” you gritted your teeth for a second before asking: “Does he miss me too?”

Sara’s jaw fell open as an idea struck her. “Oh my god, I think I know what should be our next step.”

You raised your eyebrows to get her to continue.

“Both of us started to feel this way once we saw one another, right?” You nodded. “So, he has to see you in order for him to get his memories back.”

Bam. There. Sara said it and you were speechless for a minute as you let the thought get processed in your brain.

You licked your dry lips and chewed on your lower lip. “But how on earth would he see me? He is a famous figure now. There is literally no chance-”

“That, my friend, is the easiest part,” Sara winked at you as she threw a piece of bacon into her smiling mouth.

“I don’t think I am connecting to your wave.”

“We have to see if they have a concert.”

“But there are hundreds, no, thousands of people - of girls - at concerts, Sara!” you said louder, getting frustrated. All the possibilities seemed so hard and unrealistic; you knew you had zero chance of Jackson noticing you in the massive crowd. And even if you were lucky to get a ticket, you would have to wait ages to get to the front and then perhaps if you would be even luckier, he would see you as a part of this massive crowd of wild fan girls. Nope. You were not that desperate for sure.

Right then your heart painfully jumped.

Of course. Who were you kidding… You were more than desperate, if that was even physically possible. You passionately desired the moment you would see him, touch him, smile with him, be his again. However, for now all you could hope for was only a small eye contact with him and even that could go wrong.

Plus, your past-self and Jackson would always swear to each other love, how they would find each other even in another life…

Things were destined to be a certain way and if you would go against them, maybe you would have to go through another life yet again. What about Jackson then? How was he feeling? Was he also missing a piece of him? Was he truly happy right now? Was he really so unhappy with his past-self? As a professional fencer he would end up becoming loved by many either way.

“There is this thing called hi-touch event,” said Sara.

You shook your head to get out of your mind. “And?”

“And, this is the only way possible where you can meet Jackson. Oh, you can even touch his hand since that is the main thing of the entire event. You swiftly meet and hi-five the artists. These fans are considered to be lucky,” she said as her eyes sparkled with mystery and challenge.

You smirked. “Are you making fun of me, Sarrrita?” You said her name in a strong Spanish accent. “Obviously, I don’t have any luck. I would have already met him if I would have.”

Sara interrupted me with a rapid movement of her hand. “Let me stop you right there, Y/N. There is no such thing as luck. We are going to meet him because that is how it is supposed to be. No coincidence, nothing.”

“I just want to know how is it possible that I haven’t met him at all? I mean, we were high school class-mates. What happened?”

Sara pursed her lips. “You didn’t end up going to the international school. There was something that made your parents decide otherwise.”

“Exactly.” You were running your fingers along your lips, thinking intently. “We met at high school. My parents wanted me to become a doctor but with great English speaking skills. Something changed their mind… Do you think this can be an issue?”

“I truly don’t know. This is all such a mind-fuck,” she said as she covered her mouth for swearing.

“Is it all just about Jackson? Was it to prevent me from meeting him so he wouldn’t have any reason not to pursue his real dream?”

“Could be, why not. Did you do something after elementary school that didn’t allow you to go to international school?”

You nodded. “My parents were poor. They couldn’t afford this type of school. I was happy to have regular food and clean clothes.”

“Hm, interesting. In your previous life you were doing just fine.”

You nodded. “Yes, but I am not studying medicine. Things are not exactly the same.”

“Did you always have a strong dream?”

“Not really,” you shrugged your shoulders, poking the egg on your plate. “I mean, nothing I would be dedicated to. In the previous life, I met Jackson quite early on and once we fell in love, I would have been okay with doing anything as long as I had him,” you said matter-of-factly. This was your first time to talk about your past self without cringing. “And in this life, I don’t have the financial resources to follow my dream so I’m okay with doing this accounting degree. I’m finishing now, there is no more picking.”

Sara could only agree. She always knew you as a hard-working person who could do the best with what she had. She always admired you for giving up your pricey dreams just so you could live okay-ish. “You are doing so well, you know that, Y/N?”

You smiled sadly, averting your eyes. “I guess… I just want to resolve this thing.”

“If you could,” started Sara, her face dreamy, “would you stay with Jackson?”

Your eyes widened, the idea giving you pure goosebumps, your belly tightening. “How could I,” you laughed, stunned. “He is someone else now. I don’t think I know him and at the same time, I would recognise him even if I was blind. But I’m nobody compared to him. I’m sure he won’t pay any attention to me if we happen to make it to the concert.”

“Don’t talk like that,” frowned Sara. “You cannot know what he has in his mind. And, from all the videos that I have seen he seems like he matched to the things you have told me about him.”

You shrugged again. “I wish I knew. I wish I could see him right now.”

“You will see him soon. You will.”

Hong Kong, 2015

“If you think you can surprise me with a secret spot here, in Hong Kong, I will ask you to reconsider your thoughts, Wang,” you said as you were fidgeting with the hem of your shirt.

Jackson, sitting behind the steering wheel and driving you god knew where, laughed as his hand caressed your thigh. “Look at you, not being excited about this at all.”

You smiled. “I know my Hong Kong pretty damn well, you know? I visit things when you leave the country for competitions.”

“You should be working in the hospital. You are just lazy all the time,” joked Jackson playfully.

“I do as I please,” you answered cheekily.

You were very curious to see what Jackson had prepared for you. It was not a lie that you knew Hong Kong well, you were a proud local and you always believed everyone shall know their birthplace if they spend all their life there.

You drove for a little bit more, the driving time being now one and a half hour. Soft music was playing in the background and you grabbed Jackson’s hand that was still on your thigh. You brought it to your lips. “I still love you, you know that?”

“Well, I’m actually starting to doubt it,” said Jackson and you were surprised. “You haven’t shown me properly in a while,” he pouted, giving you a quick puppy look.

Your mouth formed an “o” shape. “Excuse you, sir, you just came back from Sicilly and you are blaming me for lacking?”

Jackson nodded, offended.

You gave out a doubtful snort. “Just stop the car. I’ll show you.”

That made Jackson snap his head to you again, holding his gaze on you a little bit longer before returning it to the road. “I’ll stop the car right now if that is what you want.”

You smirked. He was so into you, missing your touches. Being away for two months made its toll on both of you, being thirsty for each other’s touch and closeness. “Let me just see what surprise you have prepared. The reward might be sweeter.”

Jackson pressed his lips together, trying hard not to step on the brakes harshly and not to take you right there on the passenger seat. You had a short denim skirt that was riding up far too high on your tanned thighs and your shirt had a tad big of a neck-line.

The car stopped on a massive parking lot in front of a sandy beach. Jackson unfastened his seatbelt and gave you a squirtle look. You returned it, trying hard not to smile at how cute he was.

“We are here,” he said, his voice deeper.

Now you could smile. “I love this place already.”

There were barely any people as it was quite outside of the city and most people were locals.

“Did you want us to take a walk here?” you asked, innocence palpable in your voice.

“Y/N.”

“Yes, baby.”

Jackson himself didn’t really know what he wanted to say. “I missed you so much.” His hand reached out, caressing your cheek lovingly. “I realised how much you truly mean to me, baby.”

You were listening intently, his burning gaze meeting yours. You could feel your heart pounding loudly, your breathing quickening.

“I love you with my entire being,” he whispered, each consonant loud and sharp in the quietness of the closed car.

You inhaled sharply as you grabbed his head, pressing your lips to his. One peck, two pecks, playing with lips, licks, bites, feverishly making out you swore you could devour him. A few minute loud make-out session and you could feel his hands under your shirt.

“Back seat” he murmured urgently, grabbing your naked skin on your waist. “Let’s move to the back seat.” His hot breath on your lips drove you crazy.

Both of you climbed impatiently, your foot getting stuck somewhere making you stumble straight into his arms. He laughed, his smile genuine, wide and toothy. “Careful,” he said quietly, pushing your hair out of your face.

Grabbing your neck, he pulled your face to his again, not wanting to waste any second longer. You smiled into the kiss, moving your legs to straddle his waist and he massaged your butt, groaning into your open mouth.

“You are so sexy,” you said somewhat shyly.

“And you are driving me crazy with this cute blush,” he breathed as he looked at your red cheeks. “Don’t tell me you have already forgotten how we are when we are together?”

“What do you mean, Jackson?” you laughed loudly, throwing your head back.

He stared at you, mesmerized by the look, your laugh ringing in his ears, your eyes tightly squeezed. “Damn it, you are so beautiful. You make me feel like it’s our first time.”

You calmed down and looked down at him, running your index finger over his swollen lips. With your thumb, you pressed on his plump bottom lip. Slowly, you came close to his mouth again. “For me, it is always as if it’s our first.” You took in his lower lip and the fire was ignited once again.

The desire, the passion, the need, the curiosity, the love… It was all there and it was always stronger. Clothes would be removed quicker, moves would be more sensual, you felt the earth shaking with you, screams getting louder or more muffled with the approaching bliss as your breaths became shorter. You felt so beautiful.

It was quiet in the car as you were lying on Jackson, both of you covered with the blanket Jackson prepared for the picnic that still hadn’t happened yet. You didn’t care in the slightest about it though. All you needed was right there.

As your lover was slowly drifting away in his sleep, you gently pushed his hair out of his sweaty forehead. You always wondered how he would look with his hair pushed away, nicely brushed back like those gentlemen had in 1930s. Jackson would rock the hell out of it. Maybe you could persuade him to try that look one day.

A sudden harsh ringing made you jump slightly in Jackson arms. He jerked awake, looking confused for a second before realising it’s his phone. “Oh, sorry about that.”

He pulled it out of his jeans’ pocket. “It’s my mum,” he said in a husky voice, accepting the call. He rested his head back, running his fingers gently over your naked back. It tickled you, so you hid your face in Jackson’s neck so his mum wouldn’t hear your giggles.

“What? Really? But that’s great!” said Jackson excitedly, and he pressed you closer to him. “When exactly?”

This perked up your ears. You pulled away, looking into Jackson’s eyes. He was smiling at you as Sophia was saying something in the phone.

“Amazing! Sure, I’ll tell Y/N, she’s here with me.”

Your hand was running over his chest, feeling the muscles. You rested your hand at the nape of his neck, giving him a light peck on the shoulder.

“Okay, thanks for calling me, mum! I’ll see you later.” He finished the call, putting his phone on the floor.

“What is it, baby?” you asked, curious. “Good news?”

Jackson sat up, making you sit on his lap. “My brother’s baby was born. It’s a girl and her name is Aimee!”

“Wow that’s great news! When can we see her?” you asked excitedly.

“I think this evening? We can go visit in the hospital, what do you think?” asked Jackson, caressing your cheek.

You nodded. “Good idea. How about now we actually go and enjoy beach till then? Of course, not swimming, since I can’t.”

Jackson laughed and agreed. “Sure, my love. I will keep you safe.”

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archi-anime · 7 years ago

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(author’s note: yes I know this is like super super months behind, but I finally finished it!)

This year, Crunchyroll hosted their very first Crunchyroll Expo (CRX) the weekend of August 25, 2017.. I bought the weekend pass the day of my birthday, as it was the cutoff date for them to mail passes to attendees. That alone was one of the main reasons I ended up checking it out. I didn’t have to do the whole line-con thing just to get a badge. The only other convention I’ve had the chance to go to is Fanime both in 2016 and 2017. I got a weekend pass; but ended up attending 2 of the three days. I was just too exhausted by Saturday night, so I skipped the last day.

from my personal instagram

Overall, I thought the expo was a success for its first event. The mailing of the passes was a great draw. But what I found to be really nifty and handy was the use of the guidebook app, that you could download on Apple’s App Store, Android, or even Google Play. At first I thought it was solely created for CRX, but realized that it’s a standalone app in which you can check into events and then pull information for that. The guidebook allowed me view the schedule and the maps efficiently. If I clicked on a panel, it would show me where it was on the map. However, it didn’t have a “you are here” aspect to show my location in relation to where I’m going. It also allowed me to create my own schedule by picking the panels I wanted. It let me know if there was a conflict in schedule if I chose multiple ones at the same time, and kindly reminded me 15 min. before any panel started was about to start. The app made my Con experience really enjoyable and allowed me to plan accordingly. The compactness of the space also allowed easy maneuverability from one space to another in comparison to the treks between panels at Fanime.

Exhibitors’ Hall & Artist Alley. There was very small amount of Vendors inside Exhibitors hall, but that’s to be expected – it is their first expo! I saw a few familiar faces there that I usually would see at Fanime.

There was a huge Attack on Titan head on display as well as a few cars that were decked out. I paid special attention to one particular car, because well it had Danny Choo written all over it. Danny Choo is the son of famous shoe designer Jimmy Choo. I’ve been following Danny for awhile because of his “smartdoll” line; ever since I got into Toy Photography I’ve always admired his version of the Ball Jointed Doll, and to be honest I’m currently saving to purchase one of these bad boys.

My only critique of these two spaces is the actual physical space. there were a few rows inside artist alley were way too tight for comfort (see below about ventilation). While exhibitor’s hall was massive, the actual space given per vendor wasn’t exactly a lot compared to like say, Crunchyroll’s own space for their booths.

But, there were some drawbacks to the Expo. Personally it was more about the amenities than the Expo itself. I get it, it’s the first go around with an Expo, and they probably weren’t sure what kind of gathering would appear. But the ventilation system there was really bad. Circulation spaces (hallways, lobby, artist alley) were just so humid and stuffy (okay maybe that’s more of my architect side kicking in). The only places I could find respite were in a few of the rooms in which panels were held, and Main Stage. Luckily main stage had massive amounts of seating for anyone that just needed to sit down and take a breather. Another downside was the lack of food choices. There weren’t many choices nearby for quick bites to eat. Food at the venue was average if not a little pricey. Also, I had heard that even though there was an area designated for food trucks; the turnout was rather disappointing.

One thing that could definitely be improved upon was cosplay gatherings. I wish there had been a schedule for cosplay fandom’s to get together and take photos – structured like San Jose’s Fanime’s idea on the gathering. However, I found that this Expo was much more panel focused than the cosplay’s and while I enjoyed that, I would’ve loved to snap photos of gatherings.

As stated, the panels I attended were really good ones, and I guess I’ll break down what I took away from them followed by some helpful links!

Friday | Day One

Dream Daddy | Panel

This one of the panels I was really looking forward to CRX started rolling out their special guest list. I got into this game on a whim and also because I’m easily swayed by my otome queen, Naja. It was really neat getting to know the creators of the game, how they got inspired to create such a game, and how at times this game was touching on an emotional level. You can find Dream Daddy on Steam. Essentially, the crew behind it loves visual novels and otome type games. Leighton just thought a loud one day that it’d be nice if there was a game where you could be a dad that dated dads. She further went on into how the daughter in the game, Amanda, reflects her personal relationship with her own Father. She got to talking with Vernon about this idea of dating Dads while on a trip to California, and just so happened to be at Disneyland when they started to flesh out the types of Dad’s you can date, and that was the starting point. A handful of great connections landed them to actually get this game going, and to their surprise became an overnight hit! Among the creators and contributors that were on the panel, it was pretty clear that dad Damien was the favorite.

Being an Otaku: Collecting Without Breaking Your Wallet | Panel

Most of you readers know I’m quite obsessed with Nendoroids, but those closest to me know that I’ve recently started collecting a bunch of figures. I figured I should attend this one just because, collecting figures hasn’t been easy on my wallet, and honestly there were a lot of tips and tricks taught in this panel. I even bumped into the host walking around, and ended up snagging their phone number for whatever questions I have.

While the tips and tricks were really good, the process is not for the faint of heart, as it’s pretty damn time consuming and very much research based. If you’re interested, reach out to me! I’d be glad to share what I’ve learned!

My Hero Academia: After School Special with Special Guests | Panel

This was one of the bigger panels. Basically, they showed the latest episode (however, most of you probably saw that there was no new episode this past week), so we watched the episode that told the story of All for One and One for All. After the episode finished airing, the Voice Actors for the dubbed version of My Hero Academia came to the stage while the panel host’s directed a conversation with them. The two that came out were: Caitlin Glass (VA for Ashido-Acid Girl) and Monica Rial (VA for Asui-froppy). Monica ended up using froppy’s voice for majority of the panel.

One major takeaway from their discussion was that they really enjoyed the art style of the females, as they weren’t the thin waif-like types; they actually had some meat on them. My Hero Academia does well in regards to dealing with a positive body image, however, the discussion of Momo Yaoyorozu’s internship and how they were doing commercial’s instead of hero work. The argument that the women were being objectified came up, but then the idea that commercials are an extension to the role a hero plays in every day life came up as a counter.

Saturday | Day Two

Anime in Academia: An Introduction to Anime & Manga Studies | Panel

I went to this panel because I do want to look at Anime on an academic level, in terms of research and linking it back to my career, it’s been difficult to find good texts to start off with, and where to find good sources. This panel was a great introduction into what books serve as great introductions while also providing a list of websites that also cater to this realm of anime analysis.

Mechademia: A Journal. They also host a few conferences as well.

Genron: Another type of journal. English translations of some of the work can be found on the website – just click on the journal.

Transformative Works and Cultures: A great online Journal.

These are just a few that were mentioned. Get in touch with me to discuss more in-depth if you’re interested!

A Feminist Survival Guide to Anime Fandom | Panel

As I sat in this panel, I thought it was just a feminist panel. I had ZERO clue that the creators of Anime Feminist were actually there in the flesh. I also found out the history behind this website, and that they’ve only been running for a little over a year. They talked about the role of feminism as discussion when it comes to anime, while also describing how to handle the dark side of social media when you become a public figure.

Food in Anime | Panel

I think the title says it all. A panel of people sat and showed clips from anime’s of the cooking genre. One of the panelists was Emily Bushman, a writer for Crunchyroll and runs the blog Yum! Penguin Snacks, where she takes recipes from anime’s and re-creates them in her kitchen. She talked about her blog a bit, and then! they ended the panel with a trailer for Shokugeki no Soma: San no Sora. Who else is looking forward to more food wars? I know I am!

Johnny Weir: A Conversation with an Olympic Figure Skater and Yuri!! On ICE Fan | Panel

Ah, where are all my fellow Icer’s?! I honestly thought they’d compile some clips of YOI, for Johnny to talk about; however it really was just a conversation between the host and Johnny. Discussion on his career in parallel to that of YOI. His favorite characters, least favorite characters, who he related to, and what he’s looking forward to. He also discussed the animation aspect as well as the choreography of the show.

Did any of you guys make it out to the expo? I know I got to meet Shay, a fellow OWLS member! Even though it was really really brief, it was nice to finally meet her. We had missed meeting each other at Fanime earlier this year.

Was there anything in the post that caught your eye? Or anything that you wanted to know more about? Let me know in the comments below! 🙂

Crunchyroll Expo 2017 (author's note: yes I know this is like super super months behind, but I finally finished it!)

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thetraversingtwosome-blog · 8 years ago

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There are hundreds of blog posts, travel articles and even travel programs that have had their focus on the bucket list worthy, floating city of Venice. It is so incredibly famed that it gets a whopping 20 million tourist visits a year! And it is no wonder why, seeing as it is one of the most enchanting places that Darren and I have ever been together.

Luckily for us we traveled to Venice when it was Winter, meaning less maddening crowds and more secluded spots to take in all of the historic sites. Which we don’t regret one bit as the entire Venetian area has some type of unspoken magic when its temperature is in the single digits, and it will keep you returning time and time again.

Venice is incredibly special and in saying so has a very special place in both mine and Darren’s hearts. We had such a wonderful time in the 4 days that we had there and these are some of our highlights.

The Best Pasta In The World

When one thinks of Venice it is hard not to think of gondolas, St Marks and small waterways – the last thing you would think of is freshly prepared pasta served in Chinese-like cartons. This is what can be expected at Dal Moro’s and their pasta will undoubtedly change your life! Although it is extremely hard to find, our Google Maps took us around in circles until we finally found this tiny eatery. This place is perfect for a quick bite that is as delicious as it is affordable. Not only is the freshly made pasta out of this world, the witty and irresistible charm of the servers will have you wanting to return every day of your stay in Venice.

Very excited about our pasta from Dal Moro’s!

An Unforgettable Gondola Ride

Yes, we took a gondola ride along the twisting and winding canals and yes, it was amazing! Seeing Venice from the water really is a must, you get a much better sense of the city this way. It is quite pricey – 80 Euros is the standard but it all varies based upon the time of day that you head out, a beautiful sunset ride is going to cost you! The (water taxis) are the most affordable way to get around Venice – if not for your own two feet – but one gondola trip is definitely worth the extra cost.

Layering Is A Must

One thing you have to take into consideration when traveling to Italy in Winter – it is only cold if you dress like an idiot. Yes I said that and yes that idiot was me! The one day that we decided to visit the islands off the coast of Venice, there are three: Murano, Burano and Torcello, I didn’t think it was that cold when we set out but a few hours later I was colder than an ice block. Luckily for me my partner is pretty special and chivalrously handed me over his jacket when he could see I was lying through my teeth that I wasn’t cold.

Torcello Island – as you can see, I did NOT layer

The Quaint Island Of Torcello

Of the three islands that you can visit from Venice, Torcello was our choice as it is said to be the parent island of Venice and would have been the Venice we know today if it wasn’t for a break out of Malaria that diminished its inhabitants from around 20 000 to just 75 that are there today. On a ten-minute stroll to the main piazza of Torcello you will find one of the most beautiful but lesser known bridges in the world – “Ponte del Diavolo” or “The Devil’s Bridge” with a legend surrounding it as foreboding as its name.

Ponte del Diavolo

As legend has it, it all started with a boy and girl who were in love but as fate would have it, her family did not approve of the courtship and had the boy killed. The heartbroken girl begged a local witch to bring her lost love back to her and in turn a deal was made with the devil. In order to bring him back the witch had to provide the devil with seven souls of local children. The witch died before she could repay her debt with the devil and now it is said that the devil patiently waits, every night, on the other side of the bridge for his seven promised souls.

The qauint little island of Torcello

There is more to this tiny island than legend and folklore – one of the best restaurants in Venice is found in this marshy Venetian landscape. Locanda Cipriani, firstly made famous by Hemingway then by Princess Diana who raved about it, is reason enough to pay a visit to this little gem that has a stunning view overlooking the town’s church. The food is even more reason to visit, with the best risotto and house wine that is even cheaper than bottled water – need I say more.

The beautiful setting of Locanda Cipriani – Courtesy of Scrumpdillyicious

A Fine Dining Restaurant With Italian Heart

One of our most special nights has to be the one that we spent at the Riviera restaurant, situated on a waterside terrace overlooking the Giudecca Canal. As we were there in Winter we dined inside which made for a cozy night filled with the most delicious Venetian dishes (and wine) – think cured fish, warm home-made bread and the creamiest panacotta. It was also our most expensive dining out experience – for our entire Europe trip – suffice it to say it was well worth every cent! With a personal greeting from the charming owner setting the mood for the entire night, we felt like absolute royalty dining at this eatery and will forever hold the best memories of the night that we spent there.

The view over the Giudecca Canal

Just walking through the small alleyways, feeling the magical atmosphere that Venice exudes in the wintry season is reason enough for us to return and all of these other experiences are most definitely the cherry on top.

Have you been to Venice and have any personal experiences you would like to share? Tell us about them in the comments!

Kim

Venice in Winter: The Most Magical Time To Visit There are hundreds of blog posts, travel articles and even travel programs that have had their focus on the bucket list worthy, floating city of Venice.

#Couple Travel #Europe #Italy #Travel #Travel Writing #Venice #Winter

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johams · 8 years ago

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Ponerse en forma: guÃa sin censura de un joyero profesional para seleccionar la mejor forma para su anillo de diamantes

Yes, there are companies that will claim to have "ideal cut" princess cuts, but there's still some argument about what angles and relative proportions make the prettiest princess of them all. The Advantages of a Princess Cut *It's clean, modern and very tailored looking. * A Princess tends to sell for a bit less than a Round Brilliant of an equivalent carat weight. *When placed into a setting with other princess cuts, it tends to look like a 'sheet of diamonds'. TRILLIANT (most likely to be damaged) 2. Diamonds are hard, but they are not indestructible. In a 'step cut' like an Emerald Cut or Asscher Cut, the facets are like a hall of mirrors...bigger, but unless the light hits a clean emerald cut directly on that facet, it has a sedate elegance. Roseanne Barr may be as symmetrical as Keira Knightley, but the proportions are not the same. The Disadvantages of Round Brilliants *They tend to cost more. In an oval, marquise and sometimes a pear shape, there is likely to be a visible area that sucks in light in the center of the gemstone. This is a polite way of saying you pay a 'vig' going in, and due to the elite nature of the diamond, don't expect anyone to gasp with delight when you try to sell a Royal Asscher. The Advantages of an Asscher Cut *Even a knock-off Asscher, a square step cut diamond, generally has more brilliance than an Emerald Cut. When humans first found diamonds, they didn't have the skill or understanding to drastically change their angles. That means it's been around a long, long time. A well cut Radiant is indeed very lively. *Unlike Princesses, Radiant Cuts can be particularly pretty as rectangular brilliants. Most of the diamonds that are sold as Asscher Cuts are really Square Emerald Cuts, NOT certified Royal Asschers. Round Brilliants tend to cost about 20% more than fancy shapes. *They are common (unless you are looking at big ones...then, let's talk). PRINCESS 3. Yipes. * A Princess Cut is tougher to set. Tiffany & Co.'s Lucida cut is a variant of the Radiant Cut. Disadvantages of the Radiant Cut *There are knockoffs, and generally any square or rectangular brilliant cut with the corners lopped off is called a 'Radiant' cut. Often my minimum clarity grade for an sizable Emerald Cut is much higher than it is for a round. *If you don't ante up for a good size Emerald Cut, it sometimes looks like a baguette (an accent diamond). More and more people are asking for a cousin to the princess cut, the softened square called a 'cushion cut'. When you put your hand out to show your friends, it might not generate the excitement of a princess cut...but then again, if you put the princess budget on the pear tree, you'll blow 'em away. *Setting can be problematic, though with two triangular brilliants (one on each side) you have a classic ring. Have a Heart ...or don't. I have noticed that by the time a woman is old enough to buy a heart shaped diamond ring, she has the maturity to prefer another cut. Don't ask me why (I'm not an optics expert), but the step cut faceting of a nice square brilliant usually outshines an Emerald cut. In brilliant cut diamonds, the facets are shaped like triangles or trapezoids. If you don't keep this relatively flattish crystal spotless, it will look like a piece of dirty windshield glass. *Of all the fancy shapes, because of the thin crystal and sharp points, a trilliant is most likely to be damaged. Rest Your Head on this Cushion The Cushion Cut is a 'revival cut'. A prong can cover an imperfection, a nick or a chip. IN ORDER OF VULNERABILITY TO DAMAGE FROM ROUGH WEAR OR POOR SETTING PRACTICES (OR BAD LUCK): 1. The Emerald Cut: The Audrey Hepburn of Diamonds Until this point, I've talked about brilliant cuts. And instead of coming to a point, an Emerald Cut has a 'keel line' at the bottom. The Advantages of the Emerald Cut *This is a classic cut. Princess cut buyers beware: someday your little square diamond may also be 'out of vogue'. The Advantages of a Pear Shape Diamond *It's ripe for the picking. If you are in an occupation where your hands get dirty or soapy, or you just like to put a lot of lotion on during the day, your Asscher will not look its best. *True Asschers are rare and pricey. Pick a Pear The poor Pear...it's the second-worst seller in my studio, and it's lagging across the country. They look bigger (but they're still smaller looking than a round). The Disadvantages of an Asscher *Settings can be an issue, though often a princess or cushion mounting can be adapted to fit an Asscher. *If you're not a clean queen, consider another shape. THE RATIO of LENGTH to WIDTH for a HEART SHAPE should be 1:1. *They can be hard to distinguish from trilliants at any distance. *They aren't appreciated and their resale value can be abysmal. . Their bases (culets) come to a point, like a star in the heavens. ROUND (least likely to be damaged) What Goes Around...comes in a ROUND BRILLIANT The Advantages of Round Brilliants: * Because about 80% of all diamonds are cut into Round Brilliants, there tends to be a better selection. *Because they are optically more efficient, a well cut Round Brilliant will sparkle better than fancy shapes. *They never go out of style. *There are more settings available for Round Brilliants than for any other diamond shape, and Round Brilliants are less likely to be damaged during setting (unless they have very thin girdles). *Because there aren't any corners to abrade or chip, they are more durable than fancy shapes. *The standards of cutting have evolved to the point where we can measure light return, reflection and refraction, and within certain parameters, establish what some dealers call "ideal cuts". PEAR 5. Though they can be very pretty, they are not cut to the exacting specifications of the famous Belgian cutter. I've seen goldsmiths botch princess cut settings quite often: because they are delicate, lesser goldsmiths get the willies and do everything from "the funky pinch" to the "don't touch my point" setting. * Despite its consistent popularity for over a decade, the princess cut may have 'peaked'. As part of a matched pair, they can be pricey. The Disadvantages of Triangular Brilliants * It can be very tough to find a nice setting that flatters and protects the trilliant as a center diamond. *Keep it clean. Give her what she wants...of course, be sure it's well cut, regardless of the shape. Yes, there are variants--special proprietary cuts, like the Lucida Cut or the Leo Cut, but this post isn't intended to deal with every single 'special cut'; I'm writing it to give buyers a little practical help when it comes to selecting a diamond shape. KEEP THESE GENERAL TIPS IN MIND I'm not going to dwell on the quality of cut. A trilliant is going to have a shallow depth and a big face. *A lower price, especially as a 'stand alone' stone. Radiant Radiants The Advantages of Radiant Cuts: *This proprietary cut is about forty years old now, and the original cutter of the 'octagonal modified brilliant cut' claimed it was as brilliant, or MORE brilliant than a well cut Round Brilliant. For a modest budget, it's not my first choice. *Also because they are deeper than Rounds, Emerald Cuts can look smaller.

The Disadvantages of Cushion Cuts *They are still a fancy shape, and though they have been around a long time, expect the cushion cut to wax and wane in popularity. *Like the princess cut, because it tends to be deeper than a round brilliant, the cushion will tend to look smaller than a round brilliant. *Finding a setting for a cushion cut can be a challenge. Today, not so much. It's easier to judge the relative merits of diamonds when they are not set into rings. It sort of screams "QVC". The Disadvantages of Heart Shape Diamonds *They are often poorly cut (broken pears are sometimes recut into long hearts, as are broken marquises. In the jewelry business, the only good time to own a heart shape is the two weeks before Valentine's Day. Not that hearts can't be pretty, but a heart shape diamond ring is bit of a clichh. MARQUISE 4. All other shapes except: 6. Sometimes a round setting will work, and sometimes a princess or radiant setting will do, but BE CAREFUL. I love big ovals on women who are self conscious about their hands. The Disadvantages of Oval Diamonds *Like most fancy shapes, there are areas in ovals that don't reflect light as well. A Princess for Your Princess For the last fifteen years or so, the Princess Cut diamond has been very popular, especially for engagement ring centers

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