#but secretly think it was the third best thing that came from having his story told

[unreliablesnake]

Simon wasn’t the jealous type. He knew you loved him, and his size alone was enough to scare away men who tried to make a move on you. Easy. But then your childhood best friend announced their return from abroad, and he was shocked to hear it was a guy, but he never let it show.

Jealous!Simon who one day casually asked you if he had a girlfriend. Secretly he was hoping you would say he was only into men, but you went into details about how his last relationship with a lovely girl ended a month ago. “Tragic story, really,” you said with a sigh. “Sometimes I think he’s secretly in love with someone else.”

Jealous!Simon who had to bite his tongue for weeks after the announcement, having no choice but to silently tolerate your constant chatting with him either via calls or messages. Every time your phone went off with a notification, he felt like taking the device from you and throwing it against the wall.

Jealous!Simon who gave you a lift to the airport to pick him up. “I have time, it’s not a problem,” he told you, but the real reason was quite simple. He wanted to make sure that guy understood you had a boyfriend. A boyfriend who was committed, a boyfriend who loved you very much, a boyfriend he had no chance against.

Jealous!Simon who began to feel like a third wheel in his own home whenever your friend came over. A photo of him was probably placed next to the word perfect in the dictionary. He was younger than him, skin immaculate and missing the scars he had after long years on the battlefield, had a proper white collar career like you, and he still remembered little things about you, like what your favorite chocolate flavor was.

Jealous!Simon who got harsher in bed as his frustration began to grow. You didn’t complain, but he knew you were aware of when his behavior in bed usually changed. So you started to do little things for him, like baking his favorite cookies or learning how to make his favorite cocktail to make him feel better.

Jealous!Simon who overheard a conversation your friend had with someone, telling them about how you had a scary guard dog who made it impossible for him to get you in his bed, and how stupid you were for not seeing you deserved better. He had pulled out his phone at the beginning of the conversation to record it as evidence, and he was smiling to himself the whole time knowing you would probably go no contact with him after the way your friend talked about both you and him.

Happy!Simon who stood by your side with his fingers laced with yours and a satisfied smirk on his lips as you showed the video to your friend in your living room, watching him with an angry look on your beautiful face. When he tried to explain himself, you just raised your hand and told him to get the fuck out of your apartment.

Happy!Simon who finally fell asleep with you in his arms without worrying about that idiot.

[marvelouslizzie]

"Not a study date"

Summary: You have the biggest crush on Bucky Barnes but despite all your efforts, he doesn’t seem to notice you. Can one study date change it all?

Pairing: College Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, idiots in love, study date, misunderstandings, jealousy, language, oral sex (male and female receiving), protected sex, praise, pet names, no mention of y/n

Word Count: 6.4K

A/N: I really wanted to write a College!Bucky Barnes story and this is it. It’s full of foolishness, miscommunication, and jealousy with a happy ending. This means it’s basically smut with a little bit of plot. I hope you enjoy it and if you do please give some kind of feedback. Every like, comment, and reblog is highly appreciated. Don’t hesitate to message me. Unless it’s hate. That’s never welcome.

All work is mine, please do not repost or translate without my permission.

Read more tag starts after the first paragraph of the story.

Nothing seems to change whenever you visit your best friend's ex-boyfriend Sam Wilson. That sounds weird every time you remember Michelle dated him but things are just fine between them since it was Michelle who just decided to change schools and they ended things on friendly terms. He’s a good friend and really fun to play games with since he’s a sore loser but most importantly he’s your only connection to Bucky Barnes. 

God, that sounds so wrong. Like you are only friends with him just to be closer to Bucky, that’s definitely not the case but you can’t deny Bucky is one of the reasons you are visiting him so often. You like that Bucky secretly watches you two while you are playing games and celebrates your every victory. You know he just loves to annoy Sam but it makes you so happy every time he joins your efforts to brag about winning but that’s mostly it. 

You tried really hard to find some common interests with Bucky so you two can chat. He likes games, he loves reading books and you have a couple of classes together. You have a lot of things in common but nothing sticks for long when you are trying to have a conversation with him. You are not sure if it’s because he’s totally uninterested in you or you are just horrible at flirting. This doesn’t stop you from trying though. 

That’s why you are at Sam and Bucky’s place. Once again you found a reason to stop by and maybe because he has had enough of you, Bucky makes a comment that you did not expect.

“I’m starting to think you have a crush on Sam.”

“What?” The shock you feel is so hard to explain. You how no idea how surprised you sound.

“Well, you are here nearly every day.” Bucky tries to explain his thought process, already sounding awkward because of your reaction.

“Eww, no.” 

“What do you mean eww no?” Sam sounds offended.

“You are my best friend’s ex-boyfriend.”

“And?”

“What do you mean and?” God, does Sam thinks that way, too? You thought you two had an understanding. “You dated my best friend. You are like a brother to me. Of course, I’m gonna say eww.”

“Oh, some kind of girl's code, huh?” Bucky somehow sounds relieved but you don’t notice it’s because of your response.

“Great answer, bub. I was testing you.” Sam’s offended tone instantly disappears.

“Were you?” Bucky questions him before you can. “You sounded really offended to me.”

“Part of my talent.”

The conversation quickly changes into something else but Bucky’s observation sticks with you. Bucky thinking you might have feelings for Sam leaves a sour taste in your mouth. You are here to see him, day after day, and all this time he thought you just came to see Sam. Either he’s blind or you are just not good at showing your intentions. And then there’s a third option that you don’t even wanna think about: He noticed exactly who you are here for and decided to ignore it so he doesn’t have to reject you. Either way, it hurts. 

You consider canceling your study session with Bucky. It’s just gonna be awkward to sit next to him and try to focus on the notes. Plus, you are sure studying alone will be more efficient. No distractions at all.

“About our studying session…” You start to speak before leaving with the intention to cancel your plans.

“Oh yeah, you are still coming, right?” Bucky’s whole face lights up. It’s hard not to see it. He seems excited. “I convinced Faye to share her notes with me. You know how great her notes are. It’s already guaranteed that we will get an amazing score.”

Oh, that’s why he’s excited. Because he used his charm and managed to convince Faye to share her notes. She doesn’t do that often, if ever. She knows how precious her notes are and he’s right. That is literally your golden ticket to get a great score. 

“I was gonna ask if you still want to study together.”

“Yeah, of course. Why wouldn’t I?” He sounds confused.

“I don’t know.” You sound unsure. “Maybe you are tired of me since I’m always around.”

“Oh, come on! I was just joking.” He quickly responds. “You always come here to spend time with Sam. We never hang out just the two of us.”

He’s right. He always stays away from you. Only making comments from far away. Maybe you should’ve taken that as a sign.

“This is not hanging out, either. It’s just studying together.” 

He shrugs and you miss the disappointed expression that passes his face.

“Just come, okay? I promise it will be worth it.”

“Ugh, I’m glad I won’t be here. You two are insufferable. It’s just a study date. No big deal.” Sam can’t help but comment on your conversation.

“It’s not a date.” You and Bucky say at the same time. You look at him, feeling disappointed but try to hide it as much as you can.

“Whatever you say,” Sam raises both of his hands in defense but doesn’t seem like he believed you.

*

This was definitely a bad idea. It’s been a while since you two started studying and you did not understand a word. Not because Faye’s notes are bad. Nope, they are perfect but you can’t seem to focus on the words. The only thing you can focus on is Bucky’s smell. You try really hard not to check him out and it’s relatively easier since he’s sitting close to you but his smell… God, that’s so distracting. You have no idea what exactly it is. It seems like a mix of his own smell, the perfume he uses, and a bit of a sweat. You should be disgusted by the thought of sweat but all you want to do is get closer to him.

You take a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down. This is just a silly crush, nothing more. You can just focus on the notes and learn something useful before the exam. You can do that, right? While you try to read the same sentence for the 19th time, Bucky takes his phone and starts to type something. The idea of him texting someone else while studying with you is so irritating but there’s nothing you can do about it. This is just a stupid study session for him. You push your chair to the back, thinking about getting a glass of water.

“I’m gonna get-” When you notice the awkward expression on Bucky’s face you stop talking. Before he can cover it, you notice the reason he’s looking so uncomfortable. His erection is impossible to hide in those gray shorts he’s wearing. 

“It’s not what you think.” He immediately responds while trying to hide his erection but there’s no way he can tuck it in while you are staring at him.

“Are you really sexting with someone while we are studying?” That’s the first thing that comes to your mind and you can’t keep that thought to yourself. 

“What? No!”

“I mean… it’s alright. You can see or talk to whoever you want but…” It’s so hard to collect your thoughts and turn them into meaningful sentences while your mind is running miles in seconds. It feels so humiliating and not because of the erection. The thought of him sexting someone right next to you… while you tried to get his attention all this time… It just stings.

“What the fuck?” He sounds completely shocked. “I’m not sexting anyone. Why would you even think that?”

“Why else would you get an erection in the middle of studying?” You really can’t think of any other possibilities. Plus he’s still holding his phone. “It’s fine.”

He says your name in a way he never did before. “I’m not seeing anyone. I’m not sexting with anyone. I texted Sam and then I was googling a word I saw in Faye’s notes because I have no idea what it means and I thought it would help me calm down.”

“Oh.” That’s completely unexpected. Then why did he get an erection out of the blue?

“I’m so sorry. I really didn’t want you to find out like this. God! It’s so embarrassing.” His words don’t make sense to you. What is he trying to say?

“Find out about what?” You try to understand him. “That you get erections?”

“What? No.” Then what did he mean? “I didn’t want you to find out… about my feelings… like this.” He sounds so nervous, even more nervous than you are feeling.

“For me?” The question comes instantly because there is no way that’s what he meant.

“Of course for you. Who else?” 

“Wait, wait, wait.” You finally put two and two together. “You just got an erection, because of me?”

“Ihm…” You can’t help but notice how awkward he sounds. “Yeah… I’m really sorry. I’m so ashamed.” He covers his face with both of his hands for a second. Then he continues. “I really didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable. I swear I’m not a creep. You just smell… so good.”

“You just got an erection because you have feelings for me?” You are sounding like a stuck record at this point but you can’t believe he really said that.

“Yeah. I was planning to ask you out, tonight. That’s why I was texting Sam but… instead… I made a fool of myself.” The panic in tone is so evident. Your eyes go back to his still-obvious erection. “I’m normally not like this. I don’t know what happened. Please forgive me.”

“Do you want me to help you with that?” You ask without taking your eyes off the outline of his erection.

“What?”

“Since you got hard because of me, I’m offering help.” You slowly close the distance between you two.

“That’s not… necessary.” He gulps. “It will go away in a few minutes.”

You have no idea where this wave of confidence comes from. Maybe because he just told you he wanted to ask you out or maybe because the smell of you gave him a hard-on. You just find yourself gently palming his erection over his shorts and he instantly takes a sharp breath.

“What if… I don’t want it to go away?”

“You’re not… you’re not offended?”

“You are not a random creep out in the street, Bucky. I know you. I like you. Why would I be offended?”

“Wait, you like me?” He sounds like he can’t believe what he’s hearing.

“Yeah.” You keep gently rubbing him. He doesn’t take a step back or try to stop you. His eyelashes flutter like he’s enjoying the sensation. “Why do you think I was visiting Sam so often?”

“Not because you have a crush on him?” He asks with a smile.

“Nope, because I have a crush on you.”

“You… have… a crush on me?” It feels like in the span of a couple of minutes, you two changed roles and it’s his turn to feel surprised by your words.

“Yeah. For a while.”

“I guess Sam was right.” 

“Was he?” You ask while you move your head closer. “About what?”

“He said you like me and I’m too blind to notice it.”

“Hmm… Even he noticed it, huh? I guess he is right.” Bucky looks at your lips while you are talking. You can see the idea of kissing you forming in his head.

“Can I…” He sounds like he isn’t sure, yet he tries one more time. “Can I kiss you?”

“My hand is on your hard cock, right now. What do you think?” Your response gives him a huge grin.

“I still wanna hear you say it.”

“Yes, you can kiss me, Bucky.”

He doesn’t need to be told twice. His lips instantly crush on yours, like a thirsty man who finally found a glass of cold water. His lips move fast against yours until you rub on his cock again. It makes him gasp in the middle of the kiss, and the rhythm is lost. You feel how painfully hard he is under your touch. You don’t know if it is your effect or it’s because it has been a while for him. You would like to know, but you don’t want to ask. Instead, your hands move to the waistband of his shorts. You look directly into his eyes, silently asking for permission. He just gulps and then blinks. 

You always thought he was just distant when it comes to you, but you finally realize it was actually Bucky’s shyness. He gets flushed under your touch, struggling to find the right words. He communicates through his body language, but you want to change that a little. You want him to be vocal if you are gonna have sex. That’s when the idea of sucking him off comes to you. Unexpectedly, you kneel and gently push his shorts and boxers down while he watches you with big eyes. There’s no fear or worry behind those eyes. You see how excited but reserved he is. You want to show him there’s nothing to worry about. While directly looking at him, you start to stroke him. His cock is so close to your face, but you don’t make a move, you only move your hand up and down on his shaft slowly. His breathing shutters under your touch, but he says nothing. He just watches you.

“Is this okay?” You ask, already knowing it is. You just want him to talk. You wanna hear his voice.

“Ye-yeah.” He sounds so breathy. You start to twist your wrist a little, just to change the sensation.

“What about this?” He takes a deep breath.

“So good.” 

Maybe he isn’t a talker during sex. That’s fine, but you don’t want to give up that quickly. So this time, you sit on your knees and take him inside your mouth without any warning.

“Jesus fucking Christ!” His reaction makes you want to smile so widely, but your mouth is full of him. “Are you trying to kill me?”

“Why? Don’t you like it?” You ask while pumping him with your hand.

“Just warn me, so I don’t embarrass myself.”

“Embarrass yourself how?” Your question catches him off guard. “I wanna hear those reactions. Don't hold back!” 

He just nods like a good boy, and that makes you smile. You don’t say anything, though. You just take him back into your mouth. This time, he lets out a moan. Your tongue moves around the head of his cock, swirling over and over again until he whines. He literally whines under your tongue and that makes you feel like you won a prize. It doesn’t take him long to grab your hair. He doesn’t try to control your movement or push you. It just feels like he’s trying to find something to hold on to.

You pace up a little, moving your head up and down on his cock while gently massaging his balls. That does it. First, you hear a loud moan that sounds like choking, then before he could even utter a word, the first shot of his come hits the back of your throat. You keep going until he empties himself. While you move away from him, you see his eyes are still closed. He takes a deep breath and opens them just in time to catch you swallowing.

“Oh my fucking god…” He sounds like he can’t believe what he is witnessing. You wonder if no one has ever done this in front of him before.

“How are you feeling now?” Your voice is much calmer than you expect. 

“So good. You have no idea.”

“I might have a little bit of an idea.” You smile while standing up. The hard floor tired your knees so you rub both of them.

“That was just amazing.” For some reason, he sounds younger and inexperienced at this moment. Like this was his first blowjob ever but you know that’s not the case. You heard a couple of stories from Sam, and you know this isn’t Bucky’s first rodeo. Yet, he sounds so affected by you. That directly goes to your ego.

You sit back down on your chair, not knowing what to do next, but it doesn’t take you long to realize Bucky does. He’s already getting on his knees while you give him a confused look.

“You know, that’s not necessary, right?”

“I know.”

“You don’t need to return the favor or anything. I did it because I wanted to.” You have no idea why you are discouraging him to do whatever he is planning on doing. You want to see what he wants, yet you don’t want him to feel obliged or anything.

“And now I am doing this because I want to.” 

He puts his hands on both of your legs, gently pushing them apart. You didn’t realize how turned on you are until this moment. Your focus was completely on him, wanting to make him feel good and you forgot about yourself. You didn’t even realize how wet you are. Carefully, he moves into the space between your legs and pushes your skirt up. His fingers graze over your covered pussy, and you are sure he can actually feel your wetness through the fabric.

“Can I take it off?” God, why does he sound so shy while asking that? And why does it turn you on even more?

“Are you gonna ask my permission for every single move?”

“Do you not want me to?”

“I like it, but you don’t have to ask everything. Not after coming inside my mouth.” You smile after finishing your sentence and you watch how flushed he gets, but you see that he understands what you mean. His hands reach for your underwear and take it off pretty quickly like he can’t wait any longer. He doesn’t touch your skirt, simply gets under it. That’s why you can’t see the first time he licks you. Immediately you move your skirt up to your waist and here he is, buried between your legs. He hungrily eats you out, his long licks sending shivers down your spine. 

“Oh my god!” 

Your reaction makes him look up for the first time. That flushed expression turned into pure hunger. His blue eyes watch every mimic you make while he starts to suck your clit. He definitely started strong, but you can’t complain, especially when you are this soaked. You didn’t even realize you pushed your legs together and trapped him between them until he gently pushed them apart.

“Oh, sorry.” You quickly say, but he doesn’t seem to care. He licks, he sucks, and does everything in his power to crumble under his touch. It’s so intense that you can’t think of anything other than the way he makes you feel. You don’t even notice how quickly your first orgasm hits you. It’s hard and fast. You can’t keep your voice down. No, you moan his name so loudly. If he didn’t come a couple of minutes ago, the way you said his name over and over again would get him hard again. Even with that in mind, he could feel the blood rushing to his dick, yet he keeps licking you until you push his head away.

“That’s… that’s enough.” It’s hard to breathe normally. You really didn’t expect to come this hard. The orgasm is still running through your whole body. 

“Sensitive?” His voice is low yet sweet.

“Yeah, a little.” You take a deep breath. “Just give me a second.”

He does that, but instead of moving away, he puts his head on your leg. After taking a couple of deep breaths, you look at him. He is so pretty like this, looking up to you with big blue eyes and a wet mouth. 

“Feeling better?”

“Yeah.” You smile. “I didn’t expect to come this hard.”

“Well…” You watch a big grin spreading on his lips. “Welcome to my world. I didn’t expect to come without a warning either.”

“That good?”

“Oh, yeah. That good.” He quickly agrees. “Sorry about that though.”

“Sorry about what?” You really have no idea what he means.

“Sorry about coming without warning.”

“Oh. That’s fine.” You stop for a second. “Sorry about giving you a hard-on.”

“The most embarrassing and the most amazing thing that ever happened to me.”

“Hmm… How so?” You fish for more.

“I don’t… You know… Go around getting hard-ons randomly.”

“Really? I thought that happened a lot to men.” 

“Not like this. Waking up with morning wood? Yeah. That happens, but getting an erection in the middle of studying? That’s a first.”

“Happy to have a first in your life.”

“I never came like this without a warning either.”

“Two firsts.” You don’t realize how smug you sound, but he does.

“What about you?”

“I don’t think I have ever come this hard without… you know… something inside me.”

“Is that so?” The way he smiles just makes you feel butterflies in your stomach. “You like to have something inside?”

“If they know… how to use it.”

“Let’s give it a try, shall we?” 

He moves his head away from your right leg, repositioning himself, and before you could say anything, his mouth is on you again. His tongue is gentle, testing the waters to see if you are still sensitive, but honestly, you are not. You just want him to move a little faster. You don’t say it though. You want to see what he is planning. He keeps on licking you for a while, making sure you are ready for his fingers and when he decides that you are, he slowly pushes his index finger inside. You moan in response.

“Does it feel good?” He takes his mouth off your clit for a second to ask.

“Yeah. It feels so good!” You can feel what he is trying to do. He’s building up your pleasure so slowly, you know it’s going to be explosive at the end. He keeps pumping his finger in and out of you while watching your expressions. 

“Do you want the second one or…” You don’t let him finish his question. 

“I want the second one.”

Your response makes him smile again. You are not sure what makes him happier: your eagerness or your openness. It does seem like he isn’t used to getting direct feedback, but he thrives on it. Quickly, he adds the second finger inside and you can’t help but notice how his thick fingers are filling you. It’s such a delicious feeling. You are so lost in it, you don’t realize how he leans back into your pussy. He nibbles your clit carefully while moving his finger at a steady pace. You can’t help but think he knows what he’s doing and he’s good at reading your reactions. He notices you react more when he licks instead of sucks, so he quickly switches back to it.

“Oh, fuck!” You love how his tongue feels against your skin. Your hands find his hair, pulling it gently just to ground yourself. You feel him moan against your clit when you tug on his hair. The idea of him enjoying it somehow turns you on even more. You decide to test it and pull his hair a little bit more when you feel like doing it. His loud moan vibrates on your swollen clit. It’s like he can’t get enough of it.

“Someone likes a bit of pain.” 

He pulls away from your pussy for a second. When he looks at you, you can see how turned on he is. The hunger is evident in his eyes. 

“Someone likes being full.”

“I’m not full, yet.” You aren’t trying to tease him, that’s the truth yet you can see that sounds like a promise to him. The promise of taking a lot more than just two fingers. He doesn’t say anything. He just goes back to licking and pumping his fingers. The only difference is he’s moving a lot faster than before and you aren’t sure how long you can take this before your orgasm comes back to crush you. It’s overwhelming yet not enough. You don’t realize how your body arches before you start to lose yourself in that pleasure.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Words come out involuntarily. “Don’t stop, Bucky. Please. So good. So fucking good.”

He keeps going, keeping that same pace. He wants to encourage you and talk to you, but his mouth is busy giving you pleasure. Hearing you moaning and begging is enough for now.

“Oh, god.” Your whole body starts to shake. It’s like your whole body is electrified. “Yes, yes, yes, Bucky. God, I love your mouth so much.”

He smiles against your clit but doesn’t break the contact. He didn’t think you would be this vocal, but he’s enjoying every second of it.

“Ahh, fuck, ahhh yes.” You moan out while shaking. You have no idea how long this orgasm lasts, but you feel so good. As your shaking starts to slow down, Bucky starts to move slower to match that.

“Mmm.” You knew sex with Bucky would be good but this is definitely how you imagined it. Finally, he moves his mouth away from you when he realizes your orgasm is done. You feel so boneless, so relieved.

“Are you okay?” His question brings you back to reality and you notice your eyes are closed. You open them back up and meet his gaze.

“Oh, yeah, I’m great.” He smiles so proudly.

“Glad to hear that.”

“You have no idea how tired yet relaxed I am feeling right now.”

“Not too tired I hope.” That surprises you.

“Why is that?”

“I thought you wanted to be full.” Then you see his erection. It’s actually impossible not to see how painfully hard he is even though he already came once.

“You want to…” You don’t know how to finish that sentence. You thought you would be done after this. You never had someone who wanted you like this before. The feeling settles into your chest. He wants you. He still wants you that bad after coming so hard. It makes you feel seen and desired.

“Unless you don’t want to…”

“Oh, I do.” Your response is instant. You really do. Even after two orgasms, you feel like you want more. You imagined riding his dick or him bending you over and fucking you hard so many times. You want to know how it really feels. 

“Good.” He stands up, and when his erection is on your eye level, you can’t help but stare. Not every dick is aesthetically pleasing. Some don’t even look like they would feel good, but Bucky… Bucky’s dick waters your mouth like you didn’t already give him a blowjob. You need it inside of you. While you are lost in thoughts, Bucky picks you up from your chair. You let out a small yelp while he offers you a warm smile.

“Just carrying you to the bedroom, doll.”

“Doll?” You never heard him use that nickname before.

“Yeah, you are a pretty little doll. So beautiful and so smart. Very eager and loud.”

You don’t know how to react. A lot of praises combined with stuff that makes you wanna question him more.

“Am I that loud?” You can’t help but ask.

“Oh, yeah, I’m sure my neighbors hate us right now.”

“Oh god.” You feel your cheeks getting red, but he doesn’t seem concerned.

“Don’t let that stop you. I wanna hear how good I make you feel, doll.” He gently puts you on top of the bed. 

“Doll.” You repeat, without an implied question mark. 

“If you don’t like it…”

“I do. I really do.” You want to be his pretty little doll and your reaction makes him smile again. “It’s just new. I never heard you say it.”

“Because it is only for you.” Those words cause different a kind of warmth to spread through your chest.

You watch him open the drawer and pull out a condom. He rips the package off impatiently and puts it on with haste. Seeing how impatient he is makes you giggle and that makes him look back at you.

“What’s so funny?”

“Someone is eager to be inside me.”

“Aren’t you eager to feel my cock inside you?” His words take you by surprise. What happened to that shy boy who couldn’t find the word to tell you what he wants? Your shocked look makes him worry a little. He’s afraid that he crossed some kind of line.

“Fuck, that was hot.” Your words sweep away his fear.

“You like that?” He asks while closing the distance between you. “You like when I say dirty stuff like that?”

“Yeah. I love it.”

“You wanna hear how good you are for me?” You didn’t expect that question at all. He moves closer to you, forcing you to lie down. He positions himself between your legs. “Because you are so good for me.” His words make your pussy clench around nothing. You really need him inside you, and he doesn’t waste any time. He knows you are as impatient as he is. He slowly pushes his cock inside, taking his time and being gentle. He moves back and then forth until he’s balls deep inside you and you can’t hold back that loud moan. It just feels so good to be full.

“Shit.” You throw your head back. Your legs automatically wrap around his torso. He leans down and gives you a long kiss, taking his sweet time so you can get used to the feeling of him. Then he starts to move slowly while his mouth moves to your neck, gently sucking on your skin. It feels great, but somehow it’s not enough. So you start to move your hips with him, matching his rhythm but creating more friction.

“You want more already?” He doesn’t sound judgmental, more like he’s amused.

“Yeah. I need it harder.”

“Harder.” He repeats. “My doll needs it harder.”

Before you can say anything, he moves away from you. A loud whine leaves your lips. You don’t like that feeling of emptiness. You want to protest, but he grabs you by the ankles and pulls you to the edge of the bed. He pushes your legs up and repositions himself between your legs. Then without saying a word, he gets inside you again.

“Holy fuck.” Your reaction comes out instantly. It feels so different, even more full. Then he starts to move, a little harder than before. Even though he isn’t using much force, because of the angle, it feels much better.

“Is it hard enough for you?” He sounds cheeky. 

“Yes, for now.”

“For now.” He repeats your words. “For now is good because we are just starting.”

You would love to say something back, but it feels too good. The only thing you can do is moan. With every moan you let out, he moves a little bit faster, he grows a little bit more impatient. He pays attention to what makes you moan more, which movement makes you lose yourself, and tries to repeat them. The room is filled with the sounds of his skin slapping against yours and how wet you are. Combined with your moans, he starts to lose control and move faster than before. That triggers more moans out of you. It turns into a vicious cycle until you are panting and begging.

“Please, please, please…” You can already taste your orgasm. It’s that close.

“Please what? Tell me what you need.”

“More… I need more.”

“Be more specific, doll. More of what?” That nickname sends a jolt of electricity through your body. “Do you want me to rub your clit?”

“No, no.” That’s not what you need. “I need you to move faster.”

“If I move faster… I won’t be able to hold back.”

“Don’t hold back.” You say while taking deep breaths. “Let’s come together.”

“Are you sure? It won’t last that long.”

“Try to hold back until I say let go.” You really want to come at the same time.

“I’m not sure if that will work.”

“You can stop anytime if you feel like you are about to come before me. That’s okay.”

“But what about…” You don’t let him finish.

“We can build my orgasm back up. It’s there, I can feel it. Just move as fast as you can and try to hold back. You can let go when I start coming, okay?”

He nods, but you see he’s not fully convinced. He just doesn’t want to disappoint you.

“It’s okay if you come before me. Not the end of the world.”

“I don’t… I don’t wanna let you down.” The vulnerability is so evident in his voice.

“You can never let me down. I don’t care if you come early. I will take it as a compliment.”

Your words make him smile a little. His hesitation is still there, but the urge to please you outweighs his worries. He leans down and kisses you in response. Long and full of love. You realize how much your words mean to him just with that kiss. When he pulls back, he starts to move again. He returns to his previous pace and starts to go faster bit by bit. You can feel that familiar feeling of approaching orgasm again. It’s slowly building up, but when you look at Bucky’s face, you notice he’s closer than you are. You need to get there a little faster. That’s why your fingers quickly find your clit and start to rub. When he notices what you are doing, he groans. His hips start to move so fast, you can’t help but scream. Your fingers combined with his fast pace finally push you over that edge.

“I’m coming. I’m coming. I’m coming.” You repeat without thinking and he knows what that means. He can finally let go. His hands grab your waist, getting that support he needs to fuck you into the mattress. The way he moves makes you see the stars. 

“Fuck, doll, I’m coming too!” Your mouth opens for a silent scream while he starts to come. The way he moans and groans fills you with pleasure, knowing you are the reason behind all of that. “Oh, god.” He keeps moving even though he’s done. He wants you to enjoy your orgasm till the last drop and you do. You let yourself thrive on every last bit of that amazing feeling. 

He finally stops moving when he realizes you are done. He gently pulls himself out of you, making you whine a little, and lays right next to you. You turn to your side, facing him while still trying to calm your breathing down.

“You just ruined me,” he suddenly says.

“I ruined you? I think it’s the other way around, mister.” He’s the one who gave you three mind-blowing orgasms and he has the audacity to say this. 

“I don’t think you understand.” He sounds calm yet sure. “Sex never felt this amazing before.”

His words make you giggle a little but you are aware he’s right. It never felt this good before him and there’s no way you can go back.

“You are a thief.”

“Me? A thief?” Your words catch him off guard.

“Yep, you are stealing my thoughts and presenting them as yours.” 

“So it was that good for you too?”

“My mind is blown. You have no idea.” That gives him the biggest grin. 

“Does that mean you will let me take you on a date?”

“What date?” You play dumb. You know exactly what he means but you want him to actually ask. 

“You know what date.”

“Nope, I don’t. I haven’t been asked on a date for ages.”

He grabs your hand and looks directly into your eyes. “Will you go on a date with me, doll?”

“Of course, I will, with pleasure.” And that makes him laugh.

“Yep, a lot of pleasure.”

“Shit!” You suddenly jump.

“What?” He sounds so worried.

“Our exam!” You completely forgot about it. “We were supposed to study!”

“We still have time.” He tries to calm you down. “Just lie down a little until you catch your breath. We have Faye’s notes, remember? It’s gonna be a piece of cake.”

“Oh, yeah.” You remember Faye’s notes. It suddenly changes your mood.

“Are you okay?” He immediately notices. 

“Yeah, I’m fine. We are lucky we have her notes.” You try not to sound bitter but it doesn’t work. He sees right through it.

“Remind me to thank her tomorrow.” You feel the jealousy build up inside you because you know it doesn’t matter how much you beg, Faye never shares her notes, and Bucky managing to convince her could mean only one thing.

“Yeah, I should thank her too.”

“You definitely should.” He watches how your expression changes after his words and his smile grows.

“What are you smiling for?”

“Nothing. I just love seeing you get jealous for nothing.”

“I’m not jealous!”

“Sure, that’s why you look like you wanna stab her a couple of times.”

“No, I don’t.” You deny it at first, but you can see he doesn’t believe you. “I just… know that she doesn’t share her notes with anyone. She must have a crush on you. Which is understandable.”

“Is it?” He’s still smiling like a fool.

“Are you seriously enjoying this?” You are getting so angry that you try to move away from the bed but Bucky grabs your arm and pulls you closer to him. “Let me go!”

“There’s nothing to get jealous about, doll.” He sees you don’t believe him. “I only have eyes for you and that’s what I said to Faye to convince her to give me her notes.”

“What?”

“I told her I want to ask you out, but I wanna impress you with this study date first. She thought it was a great idea and shared her notes with me.”

“I thought this wasn’t a study date.” You remember him denying it was.

“Well, after everything that happened…” He gives you a look that screams sex. “I think we can finally call it a study date.” Those words give you the biggest grin.

“Can we have more study dates like this?”

“Anytime you want, doll. I’m at your service.”

[fyrewalkwithmee]

Cherries and Wine Pt.1

Dale Cooper x Reader

This is a NSFW fic 18+ only.

Synopsis: You are undercover as a bartender at One Eyed Jacks and are waiting for your partner, Agent Cooper, to come and get you out of there. You and Dale ingest a mysterious liquid that heightens arousal. Shenanigans ensue ;)

Warnings: tension, descriptions of arousal, reader is working in a brothel, alcohol, poisoning, making out, SPOILERS if you haven't seen twin peaks.

Word count: 3.4k (I'm so sorry)

AN: I'm sorry this is so long idk what happened. If you find all this detail boring maybe skip to the next chapter which will be smut. As always if you like the story please like, comment or message me to let me know! Enjoy.

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It was your third and final night working as a "bartender" at one-eyed jacks. It had been your idea to go undercover and had you gained valuable intel on Laura Palmer's involvement with the brothel. So after 3 long days, your partner would be coming to get you the hell out of there. He would be posing as a wealthy businessman travelling across the states on his way to a meeting. At the club, he would start chatting you up and take you into a private room where you would escape through the window. Part of you couldn't wait to see him and finally leave that godforsaken place.

Another part of you was secretly dreading it.

You and Agent Cooper hadn't left on the best of terms. Let's just say he wasn't overly excited by the idea of you being all alone, surrounded by unpredictable characters in a place that a murdered girl frequented. You understood his concerns, you really did. Cooper was a highly skilled agent, extremely intuitive and charming. You assumed he felt some level of responsibility for you being a few years your senior and far more experienced working in the field. But sometimes you felt like your partner forgot that you too were a trained professional. You needed to feel capable in your position, encouraged, not held back. He seemed to be that way with everyone else, so why not you?

You found yourself reliving the conversation the two of you had 3 days prior when your partner had dropped you off a couple blocks away from the club. Coopers eyes were filled with dread, he would have done anything for you not to get out of that car.

"I don't like this agent, I really don't. All of these men and the nature of the business, not to mention the club is out of our jurisdiction I-"

"It's going to be fine, alright." you interrupted his anxious ramble "Our plan is airtight, I just need a couple of days and if I don't find anything, come get me."

"If things go south you call us straight away okay?"

"Do you really have such little faith in me?"

"Of course, I have faith in you. It's just your first time undercover alone and it's a very delicate case."

"What you don't trust me? don't think I can pull it off?

"That's not what I meant. i don't want anything happening to you... for the sake of the case"

"Right well, for 'the sake of the case' I better go."

You exited the car slamming the door a little hard. Cooper looked regretful and like he was trying to find the right words to say. One last quip of encouragement that might ease the tension between the two of you, but nothing came to mind. His eyes met yours as you slipped off your trench coat revealing a slinky, long black dress that clung tightly to your figure. You were happy with the way you looked. The dress paired with some makeup and the long blonde wig you chose made you look exactly like one of the club girls. You handed Dale the trench through the window as he oggled at you wide-eyed.

"Having fun?" you snapped him out of his trance. "Sorry you look um... do you have your gun?" was he serious?

"No Dale I left my gun at the hotel" you said to yourself in your head mockingly.

You leaned over giving Dale even more of an eyeful than he already had and lifted up one side of your dress exposing your leg wrapped in sheer black stockings with suspenders that trailed up to reveal a lacy garter that held in place a tiny pistol. You decided to go all out with the undercover allowance given to you by the bureau. "I always bring protection. See you in 3 days." And with that, you dropped your dress and started swiftly towards the club leaving Agent Cooper in the dust.

You met with the club mother, an older woman who smelt of whiskey and cigarettes. You gave her big doll eyes as you told her a lengthy tale of all the clubs you've worked at and how all the men loved to get a drink from you, the girl who could use her tongue to tie cherry stems. Cherry was also your decided name and you had prepared a whole backstory so that you could seem as genuine as possible. You demonstrated your cherry-tying skills and managed to secure a role on the bar. She called a young-looking girl into the room and told her to help you pick out your uniform. As you went to leave the dimly lit room the woman called out, "Oh Cherry dear, don't think just because you're working behind the bar you won't have to also serve our clients in other ways. We all do our part around here." your stomach dropped, you assumed that the bar girls remained at the bar. You felt a wave of panic wash over you. What were you to do if some slimey man asked to take you into one of the other rooms? You would have to find a way out, but how without breaking your cover? You calmed yourself internally and turned to the woman, "Of course, not a problem" You said it so sweetly you could almost taste it.

Your first night had been quite uneventful. You served drinks, got chatted up and watched as the club girls worked their magic as the customers spent their money. You had no luck finding anything about Laura Palmer until the second night when a grey-haired man came and sat down at the bar. He had a down look about him which was strange seeing as most of the men who came to the club couldn't wipe the smiles off their faces.

"Tough day sugar?" you sauntered your way over to him as he gazed up at you. He straightened his posture and gave you a weak smile, in a thick southern accent he spoke, "Just found out one of my favourite girls was... well is no longer with us."

You lit up inside but tried your best to put on your best puppy dog eyes and gently grabbed his hand, "Oh no you poor thing. I'll tell you what. Imma make you a drink and you can tell me all about it. How's that sound?"

His eyes scaled your body hungrily and he smiled crookedly, "Sounds like a dream baby."

One hour and half a bottle of Jack Daniels later you had found out all you had to know about Laura Palmer's involvement with the club and you had pumped the older man with so much whiskey he didn't have the wits about him to ask you into a private room. He held your hands tightly as he slurred, "You're an angel baby." you giggled at him with a hint of disgust that you knew he wouldn't pick up on in his state, "No sweetheart, I'm Cherry." He laughed a boisterous laugh, "You are my new favourite! I'll see you tomorrow, I can't wait to get to know all of you." He finished his sentence eyes gaping right at your chest. "Oh God help me" you said to yourself, saying goodbye to the man.

Your last night couldn't have come quicker, you had gotten ready early to help pass the time and were in the bar polishing glasses when one of the other girls fittingly named 'Candy' entered. "You look especially pretty tonight. Someone special coming in?" You chuckled, "No one in particular." She continued, "Watch out for that man you were talking to last night, I hear he's racked up quite a debt with the club." she winked at you and went to serve a customer. Laura sure knew how to pick em you thought taking a deep breath.

A couple hours had passed and you found yourself constantly scanning the room eager to find Agent Cooper and get this over with. Your eyes met another familiar pair but to your dismay, it wasn't Cooper, it was Mr. Jack Daniels.

He made his way over with a confident stride and sat down in front of you. He grabbed your hand and placed a wet kiss on the top of it. "I saw you looking for me baby, this is gonna be a night to remember." You tried your best not to punch the smile right off his face, instead, you grabbed the bottle of Jack and went to make his usual when he stopped you, "Oh no my little Cherry, tonight we're having the good stuff." He called over Candy and asked her to get his 'special' bottle, he then began to tell you about how this spirit would make you feel things you've never felt before.

You pretended to listen but felt all the noise around you wash away when you spotted a tall man enter the area. He was talking to one of the clubgoers and nodded towards your area of the bar. They had a chuckle about something and he slowly made his way towards you. You couldn't help but check him out, starting with the shiny black shoes he wore. They were paired with a tuxedo that fit him perfectly, emphasizing his broad shoulders and long frame. As he walked closer and further from the dim lights you could see black hair slicked back revealing a strong jaw and cheekbones. He wore a pair of spectacles that circled a pair of deep dark eyes that locked with yours and you suddenly realised that the handsome stranger was in fact, Agent Cooper.

Your eyes widened for a moment and the old man went to look at what had caused such a reaction but you stopped him quickly, pulling his face towards yours. "wanna see a trick?" he nodded with anticipation and you grabbed a candied cherry putting it in your mouth and seductively moved it around using your tongue to tie the stem. You caught Dales's gaze in the process and to your surprise, neither of you looked away. He had a look in his eyes you'd never seen before. You finished tying the stem and held it between your teeth to show off your work. The old man applauded and went to speak but was interrupted by Cooper who had reached the bar. He leaned towards your red lips and grabbed the stem. He inspected the knot and leaned an elbow on top of the bar. He looked at you through his lashes, "that's very impressive."

His voice was low and smooth and it sent a jolt of arousal coursing through your body.

Is he flirting with me?

You then reminded yourself of the plan. Of course not he's just really committing to this alias. Not that you minded, Dale always kept your relationship strictly professional which was disappointing but you respected his boundaries. But at this moment, for the sake of the case, of course, you had a rare opportunity. You leaned towards him, exposing the cleavage your tight corset created, "Thank you handsome, you know this mouth can do a lot more too." he moved closer and leant both arms on the bar, trapping you with his size, "Is that so?" you bit your lip and looked up at him, fire in your eyes, you nodded.

He wore a mischievous grin that old you knew he was enjoying this as much as you were. "Well, how about you come and show me just how good that little mouth can be." His words shocked and turned you on. You had never heard Agent Cooper talk in such a dirty and suggestive manner, but you were loving it. You felt a delicious tension build in your stomach and your arousal started to form a wet spot in your panties.

The electricity swirling between the two of you was extinguished by the gruff sound of someone clearing their throat. you looked to your right and were reminded that your admirer was still seated at the bar, now with two glasses filled with a dark crimson liquid in front of him.

You had forgotten all about him, just now it was like you and Cooper were the only people in the whole world.

The older man turned to Cooper, placing one of the cups in front of you, "Sorry friend, but I've got Miss Cherry reserved for the night." Cooper lowered his head, "I see. Well, we won't be long." he reached into his coat and pulled out a big wad of cash, "How about you go and hit the casino and I'll have Miss Cherry back to you in no time." The old man stared hungrily at the cash. "Well that seems fair enough, you can warm her up for me ay?" The old man laughed obnoxiously and took the money. Dale clenched his jaw, hating the way he talked about you but forced a chuckle out anyway. And just like that, the man walked away not even uttering a goodbye. You turned to Cooper and whispered, "How did you know he needed money?"

"i did my research" he smirked

"well, should we get out of here then?" you gave him a wink

"Not so soon, we don't want to seem suspicious, let's talk longer." he grabbed the drinks from the table and led you to a quieter end of the bar. he moved in closer to you and raised a glass, he gave you a sincere look and spoke, "Here's to you. A great agent and an even better partner."

You blushed under the low lights finally receiving the approval you always wanted from him. "Thank you, Dale" You clinked your glass with his and you both took a sip of the mysterious liquid, eyes remaining locked. It had a strange, sweet taste and sent a tingling sensation down your throat. You weren't sure why, but something about it made you crave more...you took another sip.

"You never call me that." he furrowed his brows suspiciously, "well, now's a better time to start than any", you replied, happy that he wasn't still upset about the mission. "Hmm, I don't know. I think I prefer handsome." he teased. You scoffed at him and pushed his shoulder playfully. To anyone watching, it probably did seem like the two of you were flirting like any of the other people in the club.

You and Cooper talked for almost an hour, getting lost in conversation regarding the intel you had uncovered and news from the station. It would almost feel like a date if it weren't for the setting and talk about work. You went to take another sip from your cup to find that it was already empty.

A familiar buzz was starting to take effect, you assumed this was from the alcohol but it was mixed with another sensation. A faint burning pulsed through your body, forming an electric heat around your throat and neck, stomach, your breasts... you could feel that the wetness in your panties had grown rapidly into a puddle of arousal.

You hadn't realised it but all this time while talking with Dale you had become more and more turned on. Watching the way his lips moved, how his long fingers danced over the glass and combed through his hair... god that hair! You desperately wanted your hands to replace his. to grip and pull and guide his head lower and lower, to do terrible, sinful things. You had known for a while how much you wanted the older agent, wanted to feel his strong hands grip you, his mouth latched onto yours and on other places too. But this newfound feeling wasn't like anything you'd ever felt, it was a burning desperation that seemed to have a will of its own.

You suddenly felt flushed flipping your wig off your shoulders to help cool yourself. You caught Dale's eyes sneak a glance at your chest, but he quickly looked away adjusting the top of his collar and bowtie. You wondered if he was feeling it too?

Your question was answered when he spoke, "I think it's time to go" he sounded out of breath even though he was sitting down. You agreed with him, taking his hand as you led him out of the bar and into a softly lit hallway. You tried not to react but you could feel the heat from his body transfer to yours and fuel the lustful desire coursing through you. Your crotch throbbed from the slight contact and you moved quickly in search of an empty room. You finally located one and shut the door behind you, immediately looking for a window that would aid your escape.

This room was different from the others but you paid no mind to that heading straight for the windows. The temperature in the room was getting hotter as you both frantically pushed and pulled on the latches but to no avail. the windows were sealed shut.

"Did you not examine the rooms to prepare for the escape?" Dale looked wrecked, his cheeks were flushed and hair dishevelled, two strands hung teasingly over his glasses. "I did but this one was shut off during the daytime!" you replied in a panic trying again to push open the glass. "We're going to have to break it." Dale stated and began taking off his suit jacket to protect his hand.

Suddenly there were footsteps outside of the room and a faint knock on the door, "everything okay in there?". The door started to creep open and you did the first thing that came to mind. You shoved Dale up against the wall and thrust your mouth onto his. His body stiffened from the sudden contact but quickly relaxed into the kiss, he wrapped his arms around your waist pushing your bodies closer to one another.

A large man entered the room, security you assumed, "Everything okay?" your lips left Dale's and you peered at each other with wide eyes. You turned to the man and quickly spoke "All okay." He nodded and closed the door behind him.

You stepped out of Dale's grasp and started stammering, "Cooper, I'm so sorry! I wasn't thin-" but were interrupted by your partner grabbing and turning you so now you were against the wall. His mouth was on yours and he kissed you aggressively, slipping his tongue into your mouth, gripping the back of your head with one hand. you wrapped your own around his neck, pushing yourself into him, needing him closer.

Every move he made felt heavenly, heat and sweat building as you desperately clutched onto each other's bodies. Your arousal was at an all-time high and you instinctively ground your crotch against his quickly discovering that a hard bulge had formed in his pants. A delicious moan escaped Dale's throat before he broke away from your embrace, a slight look of embarrassment on his face. "We really have to go" he spoke desperately and out of breath. You nodded not really knowing what to say.

Cooper told you to step back as he wrapped his hand in his blazer and smashed the window. he got rid of any shards of glass and lifted you up so you could exit the room. You hit the grass outside with a thump and waited for Cooper who followed close behind. The two of you quickly made your way into the night towards the sheriff's truck which was waiting for you a block away.

You walked in silence, panic washing over you as your mind raced with a thousand thoughts about how you and Dale were ever going to recover from the moment you just shared. The cool air was a welcomed relief from the overwhelming heat of the club but nonetheless, you wrapped your arms around yourself. Dale noticed and shook his jacket making sure there were no pieces of glass and gently placed it around your shoulders. The familiar musk of his cologne overcame your senses and you were immediately taken back to your steamy exchange. His hands, his lips, his hair, the feeling of his arousal pressed against your own. You quickly felt the effects of the mysterious liquor begin to work its magic again as the fire in your veins returned, somehow even stronger than before. You were getting wound up and started overheating as your sex clenched around nothing in the cool night air. You looked to Dale. He was in the process of rolling up his white sleeves and had already removed his bowtie, popping open the top buttons of his shirt.

He was feeling it too.

You were so fucked.

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[sabo-has-my-heart]

It's two part again. Happy thanksgiving!

Dang, moving is always such a hassle :') I wish things go well for you. *sends love*

It's been a while so I can't really give a detailed story, but to sum up, this is what I literally dreamt of. Y/N works as an Oiran in a busy district in Wano, and Ace once visited it when he was still in the Spade pirates. They had an intense night, and Ace could not forgot the sensation and basically fell in love at first sight. He saved up money to buy Y/N out (not really buying a slave but actually freeing Y/N from the place) However, when he came back for Y/N, he was told that they escaped and the place no longer know Y/N's location.

Ace was disappointed, but that was a story in the past, Ace is now part of the WB pirates. He was secretly still searching for Y/N, though. Then, he recognized a familiar face among one of the member in the nurse crew of WB pirates ship. It was Y/N. The man was over the moon, until he realized, he couldn't possibly come to her and start a conversation with "Have we met? I think I've had s3x with you before". It turned into a cute story between Ace who is now very awkward but is trying his best to start a conversation with the person of his dream. And Y/N who is obvious. Until Y/N finally recognized Ace, and started teasing/flirting him which end up with another heated night for the two of them.

It's a miracle how I can dream of Ace lol, but it was a third person view point dream so I couldn't enjoy much either. It's not the first time I have a weird dream though, for some reasons I keep dreaming of a strange blonde who I have established a romantic relationship with. Well that's way too off topic, I only want to share my ideas with you for fun. I do hope that you prioritize your personal stuff before starting to write again (even tho I miss your write, a lots :'))

Aight that's it for now. Have a great day, have a great thanksgiving week. Best wishes.

- two part

TWO PART ANON! I had a pretty boring Thanksgiving, our oven was broken so we weren't really able to do anything special, that's okay though. Plus I had covid. I'm... mostly better now, still have a cough, but I'm covid negative and raring to go once more! Here's, lol, PART 1!!! All the smut will be in part 2, I hope you enjoy it!

Part 2, Part 3

Warnings: mentions of previous sex, no actual sex yet though (that’s for part 2)

Word Count: 1680

     It felt like it had been an eternity ago since he’d last seen you. In truth, it had only been a couple of years, but with how his heart yearned for you, it felt like longer. Ace hadn’t been one to believe in fairytales, no ‘happily ever after’, no ‘peasant becomes the prince/princess’, and no ‘love at first sight’. At least, not until he’d met you. A courtesan in Wano, no, an Oiran, on par with the greatest of them, with even the great Komurasaki. The first time he had laid eyes on you, he knew he needed to talk to you, the first time he heard your voice, he knew he needed to spend the night with you, and from the first night with you, knew that he needed you in his life. Not just for one night, but for all of them, forever. A passionate night, more passionate than any you had previously known, more loving and caring. One where he couldn’t stop every desire from pouring out of his mouth. His desires for you, to have you, to be with you; and the shocking part, the part that made his heart stop, that shook him to his core, was when you reciprocated it. When you told him you wanted him in your life too. You shared things you’d never told anybody else, told him your past, your desires, and your dreams, and he knew that he’d do anything to make sure you saw them realized. A promise, one to find enough treasure to ‘buy’ you. To pay your debt to the man who held your fate, to take you away from such a life. But he’d been too late, you couldn’t take it after that night with him. 

     Pretending that you enjoyed the company of other men, giggling at dumb jokes and ‘enjoying’ fine food and drink sitting next to men who weren’t Ace. It didn’t matter how rich or good looking they were, you only wanted Ace. So you ran away. In the dead of the night, you gathered all your most precious belongings, every cent you could carry, everything of worth, and disappeared into the night. When Ace had asked about you, stating that he wanted to pay your debt, to ‘buy’ you, the man had merely scoffed, saying that you had run and despite his best efforts, he hadn’t found you, that you still owed him so much money. Ace had paid your debt to the man, whether or not you were there. Should the man ever stumble across you again, you could still be free. Eventually, he’d learned that you’d escaped Wano, somehow managing to break the biggest law of the strange land and escaping to sea.

     From that day, he searched for you. He never told anybody, never said a word, made it seem like he was simply living his life, but any time he was at an island, his eyes were searching the crowds for your familiar form. The man was certain he could never forget the shape of your body, the color of your hair, or your scent; not the scent of the perfume that you had been forced to wear as an oiran, but your natural scent lingering just beneath that. Every detail was carved into the backs of his eyelids, teasing him each time he closed his eyes with your beautiful smile. Your real smile. Not the one you had given him upon first being introduced to that night’s company, but the smile you gave him the next morning as you placed a soft kiss to his lips. Only a few people knew of his secret, of his love. Deuce, his first mate, his friend, his second-in-command. Whitebeard, his captain, his adopted father, the man who accepted him for him. And Izou, the Wano man had been by accident. He’d wanted to learn how to make your favorite so that if he ever found you, he could make it for you. Except the man wasn’t dumb, he noticed the concentration on Ace’s face as he worked to perfect the food, noticed the soft smile when Ace thought about when he’d first tried the food, saw the pain when asked about why it was so important. He’d confronted Ace about it, smiling as he listened to Ace’s tale about the beautiful oiran who’d stolen his heart. Izou kept an eye out for any Wanoan women after that, he never said anything, but as a favor to his friend, fellow commander, and brother-in-arms, he always kept an eye out as well. 

     Sighing, Ace leaned back in his chair, taking a large gulp from his mug. Pops was docked at another island to restock, giving his men shore leave once they were properly restocked, allowing his sons to enjoy themselves, whether it be in food, drink, or women. Women, ha! No woman would ever compare to you, to the beautiful tennyo who’d stolen his heart. He chuckled to himself at the thought, tennyo, so many things you’d taught him in his short time with you. He missed you so much right now, missed the strange terms of endearment you used for him, so strange to him, but never failed to make his heart skip a beat. 

     Ace’s brow furrowed as he took his feet off the table to sit up straight. His ears strained to catch the voice that had caught his attention just a moment ago. The accent, the lilt, it rang so familiarly in his head. Looking around, he only saw the familiar faces, tattoos, and clothing of the crew. His division knocking back drinks as they laughed, a few Whitebeard nurses dispersed amongst them. Still, his eyes scanned the crowd frantically, searching for the familiar face that filled his dreams. Finally, it landed on one of the nurses. Ace didn’t know all of the nurses that tended to Pops, the man’s deteriorating health requiring near constant care. Yet this one, he was certain, or almost certain. 

     Swallowing hard, he mentally shouted for the nurse to turn around fully, to give him a proper view of her, rather than just the small glances at her. Finally, she turned, looking to one of the other nurses, stopping Ace’s heart. Your hair was different and the layers of make-up were gone and the kimono replaced with a pink dress, but he was sure it was you. The young man almost shot up in his seat, wanting to run over to you and pull you close, to bury his head into the crook of your neck, hesitating when a thought hit him. Would you even recognize him? You might be forever engraved in his mind, but was he similarly engraved in yours? It had been a few years ago and it had only been a couple of nights together. Did he mean as much to you and you had meant to him? How would he even talk to you, how would he strike a conversation? ‘Hey, this sounds crazy, but I spent a passionate night with you a few years ago. Wanna go have dinner with me?’ No, absolutely not! He’d sound deranged! There was no way you’d recognize him after all this time. You’d been an oiran, he was probably just another paying man spending a night with you, getting too caught up in your act. To you, he must have just been an overly passionate man who was drawn into the fake little world you created for all your customers. Slouching into his chair, he stared at you in longing, he wanted so badly to go over to you, to pick you up and spin you around, to pull you into the most mind blowing kiss, but he couldn’t risk freaking you out. 

     You’d heard tales of the new second division commander, but had yet to find the time to go see him yourself. Whitebeard’s health took priority and the other nurses had come to rely on you a great deal, leaving you with little time to yourself. On top of your work as a nurse, you were kept busy with a million other things. The young man from years prior always lingered in your mind, his smile like the sun seared into your mind, as if forever branding your mind, heart, and soul as his. Freckles that dotted his cheeks like the stars in the sky, making you think of him every night when you stared up at the twinkling lights, he burned so brightly, as if he were made of sunshine and stardust. During the few daylight hours in which you weren’t caring for Whitebeard, your thoughts were taken up by this man. His voice and name still rang in your ears late at night when things were quiet and still. Ace. Portgas D. Ace. Still, you were on shore leave and the other nurses, as thanks for always taking their shifts, had given you the night off, you’d earned it. So you’d come here, hearing that the second division, and its commander, was here. So far, you’d yet to spot the young man who’d caused such a stir. Talking with one of the second division men, a flit of bright orange caught your eye. Turning, you noticed a familiar orange hat being pressed down on a lowered head before the owner stood up to head out of the bar. 

     “Who’s that?” You asked, pointing to the young man who’s back was turned to you. Despite the tattoo that covered a good portion of his back, you were almost certain you recognized his form. How could you forget that physique, the back that had sported the evidence of your night together in the form of long red scratches, the shoulders that you’d held so tightly, as if your life depended on it. 

     “Hm? Oh, right! You haven’t met the new division commander have you? That’s him, FireFist Ace! Kid’s crazy, but he’s strong.” the man you’d been talking to said with a grin, proud of his new commander. You smiled as you watched him leave, Ace, you’d finally found him.

[f1goat]

into it x lando norris + part five

In which you really, really dislike your brothers new found best friend - Lando Norris - but you keep finding your way back to him

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part one part two part three part four

It’s finally race weekend again. You’re excited for it. The past days have been an absolute blast. You like hanging around the track to see the free practices. Just like you’re enjoying them right now. The third free practice is almost over and this afternoon the qualifications will be. You watch multiple drivers, but you can’t seem to lose your focus on one particular orangish car. Or should you say papaya? 

After last race, the McLaren disaster in Bahrein, Lando is doing very well in the free practices. He’s consistently driving fast. The last practices he was second, now he even got the fastest lap. Maybe this will be his race? Maybe this will be the race in which he finally gets his deserved win. You secretly hope so. 

You haven’t forgotten about Lando the last days, al though you didn’t speak a lot with him since your date night with Pierre. When you came home after dinner, Lando was the one opening the apartment door for you. He wasn’t in the best mood, or the be honest, he was mad at you. You remember a lot of things that have been said between the two of you that evening and a lot of it wasn’t nice. 

Lando kept on going about that he was worried about you. Something you didn’t and still don’t get. After a while you told him that you didn’t understand his worries about you, it’s not like he cares about you. Lando took that the wrong way. 

“I don’t care about you?” Lando asks you. He has one of his eyebrows raised up, giving you an annoyed glance. 

“Why should you?” You ask him annoyed, “Why do you care about who I’m dating and when I’m coming home?” 

Lando doesn’t answer your question. Giving you another reason to believe your own words. Of course he doesn’t care about you. It’s probably just an act to annoy you with. Something that he’s good in. 

“See, you don’t care. So stop pretending that you do,” you tell Lando.

He walks closer towards you. After a few steps he’s almost standing against you. It intimidates you a bit how close he is standing to you. He places his hand against the wall, trapping you between him and the wall behind you. What is he doing? 

“You know who doesn’t care about you?” Lando asks you, you shake your head as a no. “Pierre. The only thing he cares about is fucking you,” Lando answers his previous question, “He only wants to fuck you to have another good story and to show me that he’s still the better option.”

You almost don’t hear Lando his last words. You feel yourself getting even more mad at him for his words. Who does he think he is to tell you Pierre is using you for sex? You wonder about the last words he said. Still the better option? What does Lando mean with that. You know that if you ask him about it, you won’t get an answer. So you decide to frustrate him even more. 

“That’s rich coming from you,” you tell Lando, “Aren’t you the one who fucks every girl he sees and continues to tell his friends all about them?” 

“Not like that,” Lando mutters, “I don’t use anyone.”

“Pierre doesn’t use me,” you tell Lando. You’re not certain about your words, but you’re too annoyed with Lando to tell him about your doubts. 

“He does! Are you fucking blind?” Lando raises his voice, he sounds actually pissed of right now. 

“How do you know?”

“Just trust me,” Lando sighs. You let out a laugh, “Yeah. Great argument once again Lando.”

You are still holding Pierre his Alpine shirt. Lando notices. He looks at the shirt you’re holding. He lets out another sigh. “What’s that?” He asks you. 

“A gift from Pierre,” you tell Lando, you show him the shirt. Making sure that he notices Pierre his surname and race number. “Like it?” 

“Tell me you’re not going to wear it,” Lando tells you frustrated. 

“I think I will wear it next race weekend.” After saying that you walk away from Lando, storming upstairs to your room. You’re tired from the argument and not in the mood to continue it any longer. 

With all your thinking about those events, you have missed the last minutes of free practice. You let out a small sigh. Why can’t you just stop thinking about Lando all the time? It would make things a lot easier. It doesn’t take long for Lando and Charles to be around you again. Lando isn’t talking to you, just like you’re not saying anything to him. 

You know things are awkward between you two because of the argument. But you don’t feel like you’re the one who is supposed to be apologizing. Lando keeps intervening with your life, it’s not you who is the annoying one. 

“Enjoyed the practice?” Charles asks you after a bit of talking with Lando. You know things are even harder for your brother right now. He’s consistently with you and Lando who aren’t talking to each other. 

“Yes, it was nice,” you tell Charles. 

You continue to talk with Charles. Lando is standing by silently. He looks at you and thinks about ways to fix this mess. He knows it’s mainly his fault. But he doesn’t know how to fix it yet. He notices Pierre coming closer towards you, Charles and himself. Great, he thinks, this is just what he can use. 

“I expect you will be wearing my shirt with the qualifications,” Pierre tells you instead of greeting you, “I could use a good luck charm.” You smile politely, “Hm maybe I will.” You are not in the mood to wear his stupid shirt. You don’t want any extra attention. 

“Promise?” Pierre asks you. 

Lando scoffs in the background. You take a look at the boy. Maybe the shirt will be a way to annoy Lando a bit more. He does deserve it after all. 

“Okay,” you tell Pierre. 

+++

You feel stupid in Pierre his Alpine shirt. You’re already starting to regret your promise. You just hope Lando his reaction will be worth it. Charles is walking next to you, “I can’t say that I like this,” he tells you. You ignore his words, when you spot Lando in the distance. 

Lando looks at you. He directly spots the Alpine shirt. He notices Pierre his driver number on the front of the shirt. Lando hates it. Why are you wearing his stupid t-shirt. With a quick pace he walks over to you and Charles. 

“We need to talk,” he tells you. 

“This is my cue to leave,” Charles states, he tells you goodbye and wishes Lando luck on his qualifications. Then he walks off. You let out a sigh. Of course your brother abandons you right now. You could have used some help. 

You look at Lando and give him a small nod. He quickly grabs your arm and takes you with him to a more private place. When you’re standing still in front of Lando, you notice the way he keeps looking at you. Or rather said, at the shirt you’re wearing. 

“You’re not wearing that,” Lando eventually says sternly. 

“I am,” you tell Lando. 

“Y/N,” Lando sighs, “I’m sorry okay? I was too harsh on you. I’m not supposed to intervene like that. But you are not wearing that shirt today.” 

“It’s fine,” you tell Lando after a bit of thinking, “but I don’t understand why you act like you care. As if you would care about me dating Pierre, it’s weird.”

“Believe me, I wish I didn’t care,” Lando says. His words confuse you once again. Before you can ask for an explanation he’s already talking again. “Come here,” he tells you, you move closer to Lando. “Are you wearing anything underneath that horrible shirt?” 

“What the fuck Lando,” you say surprised, “Why are you asking that?”

“Because I want to know if you can change here or not,” Lando tells you. 

“Why should I change?” You ask.

“I told you, you’re not wearing that shirt.”

“Yes, I am,” you state. 

“No. I know you don’t like to wear his shirt around the track. You don’t like the attention. So you are not going parade around the track in that stupid shirt for everyone to see. End of discussion,” Lando tells you. 

“Why don’t you like it when I wear this?” You ask.

“You’re not Pierre’s,” Lando tells you quite direct. You look up surprised because of his honesty. What is he saying? “I don’t want him to show you off like this,” Lando continues. 

“I’m only wearing a top underneath and that’s not exactly something to wear to the track,” you tell Lando. You realize you’re giving him what he wants, but you can’t stop yourself. He’s right. You don’t want to wear Pierre his shirt and you don’t want people to see you in it. But you have no other choice right now. 

Then Lando does something unexpected. He takes of his own shirt. You can’t look away from him. Before you realize it, Lando is standing bare chested in front of you. He grabs his backpack and pulls out another shirt, this time a McLaren polo. He quickly puts it on. You still don’t know what’s happening right now. Lando hands you the shirt he was wearing before. You take a look at it. 

“Sorry, it’s still merch but it’s better then a name and race number on your shirt,” Lando tells you, “Do I need to turn around for you to change?” 

“No it’s fine,” you tell Lando. You now know what’s happening. You don’t know how to feel about it. You pull of the Alpine shirt. 

Lando can’t stop looking at you in the small top you’re wearing. He gets that you don’t want to wear that to the track. The top is thin and barely supports your tits. Something he doesn’t mind. He takes a look at you’re cleavage. Fuck, he already feels his pants tighten a bit around a certain spot. 

You put on the shirt Lando gave you. It’s a nice baby blue shirt from Quadrant. You actually like it. 

“That’s a lot better,” Lando states while looking at you in the shirt he was wearing before, “but we really need to get going now, otherwise I’m going to be late.” 

You and Lando walk to the track together. You notice some press members taking video’s and pictures. You’re even more glad now that you’re wearing a Quadrant t-shirt instead of Pierre his Alpine shirt. 

Lando walks you towards the Ferrari pit box before turning around to leave to the McLaren one. You notice his movements and grab his arm softly. Lando turns back around and takes a look at you. “I’m sorry as well, that argument wasn’t only your fault,” you tell Lando, “and thank you for the shirt. You were right about that one.”

“I guess I know you better then you think,” Lando tells you with a small smile. 

“Good luck with qualifying Lan,” you say. 

“Thanks babygirl.”

+++

Qualifications always have a special place in your heart. Maybe it’s because Charles is really good at qualifying, or maybe because you like the consistent tension that hangs around. Some race weekends you like the qualifications more then the actual race. You guess this will be one of those weekends, Charles is qualifying well, his lap times are promising for a good start position tomorrow. But this time it isn’t your brother who’s getting all your attention. It’s Lando.

Lando is setting purple sector after purple sector. His lap times are consistently the best of the grid. If he continues like this, he will get pole position tomorrow. It’s only a few more minutes. There are a few drivers coming close to Lando his time, one of them is your brother. Lando has set his last lap time, meaning you have to wait now. Is it bad you want Lando to get pole position? You feel a bit relieved when Charles his lap time appears, he didn’t pass Lando. It’s only Max who’s setting his fast lap right now. You feel the tension building up. 

When Max crosses the finish line and his time appears you let out a small laugh. Lando did it. It’s a close call, but he has the fastest round. Meaning Lando is the proud pole sitter for the race from tomorrow. You can’t shake the weird feeling away, you feel proud of Lando. 

a/n: im already excited for the next chapter, planning some dramaaa. hope everyone likes it so far!! tysm for all the likes & reblogs <3

part six

[weirdkpopgirl]

Mine | Jaemin Fic #1

Title: Mine

Genre: College AU, best friends to lovers

Word Count: ~3.5k

Warnings: mentions of reader being insecure, also tiny mentions her having a not-so-great childhood

Author's Note: Before, I tried to refrain from writing this trope because I thought it was a bit cliché. But I decided there was no harm in trying it. I think there are a lot of other writers who have done a better job than me. It was still fun to make this though. Hope you guys like my first longish story on here! Thank you for reading ^ - ^

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“(Y/n)-ah!” 

On cue, your eyes lifted from the textbooks in front of you and found a familiar face. You acknowledged the caramel brown-haired man with a small smile. Pretending as if your heart didn’t flutter when he called your name.

Jaemin returned your smile with his adorable one and claimed the empty chair next to you. 

“What are you doing here?” You asked the boy, watching as he reached for his bag.

“I was at the convenience store and picked this up for you,” He quickly explained, placing a triangle kimbap in your hand. “I got the spicy crab one you like.”

A confused frown formed on your lips. “You didn’t have to do that.”

“Knowing psychology major Lee (Y/n), you’ve been here since the morning on a Saturday. Which means you probably skipped breakfast and lunch,” Jaemin relayed. 

“Aish…how did you know?” You admitted quietly, as you unwrapped the plastic on the kimbap. It was crazy how he knew you so well.

You guessed that’s what happens when you’ve been best friends with a person for six years. Ever since you helped him from failing the math exam in the sixth grade, Na Jaemin stuck to you like glue. Throughout middle and high school, people wouldn’t see you two without the other.

He looked at you like a proud mom when you took the first bite. “I just know you.”

You held his gaze for a second too long, cursing at yourself for blushing. Usually, the two of you were super casual with each other. In those small moments of sincerity, you felt like a million butterflies fluttered in your stomach.

It seemed that with years of friendship came blossoming feelings. You knew how stupid and cliché you were, being secretly in love with your best friend. But how could you not fall for him?

Na Jaemin was perhaps the only person who knew you the best. He knew all the things you liked and hated. He knew about your tendency to crack under pressure and the constant anxiety that ruled your mind. And he knew what cheered you up during those times, whether it was reassuring words or a warm hug from your best friend.

Jaemin…saw you in your worst moments. Maybe that’s why you fell for him. You realized it in ninth grade when your mom left the house and Jaemin was immediately at your side. He stayed the whole night, wiping away your tears and repeatedly telling you it wasn’t your fault. 

But no matter how strong your feelings grew, you suppressed them to the best of your ability. You decided a long time ago that Jaemin probably didn’t feel the same way. You knew because you watched him date multiple girls in high school. Though they were short-lived like any high school relationship, he never failed to capture the heart of any girl with a charming face like his. Besides, you treasured your friendship more than some confession that could easily ruin what you already had. At least this way, he was still a part of your life and you were a part of his.

Your thoughts were interrupted by loud chatter from a group entering the study area. You didn’t even need to look to know who the six boys were. After entering high school, Jaemin made a lot of friends. Even though they could be annoying with how much bickering they did, they were a nice group of guys.

Mark was a super senior majoring in business. Renjun, Haechan, and Jeno were third-year students, just like you and Jaemin. Then there was Chenle who was a sophomore and you recently met Jisung who was a freshman.

“Ugh, how long have you been here?” Haechan groaned at the sight of the textbooks and notes laid in front of you.

You sent the boy a glare. “I have a 15-page research paper due by the end of the week. Time can’t be wasted.”

“Sheesh. Being a psychology major sounds scary,” Jeno shuddered. 

You rolled your eyes and took another bite of your kimbap. Though you didn’t want to admit it, eating felt pretty nice after pulling two all-nighters and skipping meals. You were almost thankful when the attention of the group shifted to the boy next to you.

“Hey, I heard a certain someone might like you,” Mark nudged him on the shoulder.

News to him, Jaemin cocked a brow. “Really? Who?”

“Song Hyejin,” Renjun answered. “Contemporary dance major.”

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure we share a class,” Jisung nodded. 

Chenle beside him, pulled out his phone to show Jaemin a picture of her. “You know her, right?”

You peeked over at the younger’s phone. Song Hyejin…you’ve passed by her in the halls a few times. Despite being only a freshman, she quickly became popular among the guys. What was there not to like about her? She had beautifully styled hair, wore the best outfits, and had the prettiest makeup. She was sweet, talented, and surely had a whole future ahead of her.

“She’s cute I guess,” Jaemin shrugged in response. 

Haechan playfully smacked him on the shoulder. “Just cute? She’s a total goddess.”

A piece of you deflated at this. Insecurity was another reason Jaemin and you could never happen. There was no way that he would like you when he could have any other girl in the world. Despite how close you were, you knew that Na Jaemin was out of your league.

 ✰ ― ― ― ― ― ― ― ― ― ― ―・ 

That evening, you could barely concentrate on your assignments. Your mind kept wandering back to what the guys were talking about earlier. You wondered if Jaemin was going to date Hyejin. They’d surely be a popular campus couple if they did. Jaemin was already known for his handsome visuals and charming personality. 

“You’ve been staring at your computer screen for the past seven minutes.” 

Snapping out of your thoughts, you glanced over to your roommate, Young-Mi who was on her bed scrolling through social media. As the one other person who went to high school with you, she had been there to witness your hopeless crush on Jaemin.

“Oh, I didn’t realize,” You muttered and closed your laptop for the night. Your work was pretty much finished anyway.

Young-Mi sat up and stretched her arms. “Are you doing anything next Monday?”

“No, why?”

“There’s a guy in my programming class. His name is Yangyang,” Your friend spoke casually. “He’s in the same year as us, and I think you guys would get along.”

You sighed already knowing where this was going. “I’m not interested.”

“Oh come on,” Young-Mi whined. “Are you going to be hung up on Na Jaemin forever?”

You turned around, suddenly feeling defensive. “What—no! It’s just…I don’t want to date anyone right now.”

“That’s the thing, you never want to date anyone,” Young-Mi huffed in frustration. “I’ve watched you turn down a bunch of guys in high school and you still do it. All because of him!”

“It’s not that big of a deal, Young-Mi-yah.”

But the girl persisted. “I’m sorry to break it to you (Y/n)-ah. But he clearly hasn’t shown any interest in you over the years, and he probably never will.”

Your nails dug into the fabric of your leggings. The truth hurt a lot more said out loud. 

“Come to your senses, Lee (Y/n). It’s time to move on.”

The thought of it felt like someone was stealing your breath. You’ve been stuck in this one-sided love for far too long now. No matter how you tried, you couldn’t seem to get over him. But Young-Mi was right, you were never going to get anywhere with this.

“I’ll think about it,” You mumbled before leaving to go wash up for the night.

 ✰ ― ― ― ― ― ― ― ― ― ― ―・ 

Jaemin heaved a small sigh as he gave Hyejin a polite smile when she waved to him. Before she could approach him, he quickly passed by. She had asked him to have lunch with her the other day, and he couldn’t exactly say no. After that one time, he was more careful to leave first before she could get to him.

“You dodged that one pretty fast.” Jeno walked up beside him. “You’re really not interested in her, huh?”

Jaemin chuckled, “Hyejin is nice. But…”

“You still have feelings for (Y/n)?” 

Jeno didn’t even need to ask. He was the only one in the friend group who knew about the boy’s “unrequited” love for you. Solely because Jeno said it was so “obvious,” and that the others were fools to not notice.

“Yeah…” Jaemin nodded sadly.

The truth was, Jaemin has been in love with you since that time you helped him out in middle school. You were always the better student and took it upon yourself to tutor him in whatever subject he was struggling in. Even though you acted like you didn’t care about others, Jaemin knew you were a kindhearted person.

“Don’t you think it’s about time you let her know?”

“It’s not that easy.” The boy stuffed his hands in the pockets of his jacket.

The other truth was that Jaemin was afraid, always has been. Perhaps, you were the most precious person to him. He didn’t want to start something with you, only for it to not work out and make things awkward between the two of you. Being your best friend at the most, was the safest place for him to be at.

“If (Y/n) knows my true feelings, I could lose her,” He stated. 

Jeno sighed and swung his arm around his friend. “Well, I think there’s a high chance she likes you back. And who knows, maybe you guys are soulmates or something.”

Jaemin laughed and parted ways from Jeno before heading to the cafeteria. A smile crept on his lips when he saw you eating some yukgaejang. He was getting worried because you haven’t been coming to lunch lately. You were always the type to prioritize academics over your health.

“Whatcha looking at?” He asked as he sat down.

You glanced up from your phone. “Young-Mi is trying to set me up on a blind date.”

“With who?”

He crossed his arms and looked over your shoulder at the Instagram profile you pulled up. Jaemin instantly didn’t like the idea of this.

“Eh, I’ve seen better-looking guys,” He muttered, before shoving rice into his mouth. You couldn’t quite read his expression. “Are you…”

“I don’t know. Maybe,” You shrugged. “It’s not like I have any plans.”

Jaemin didn’t like what he heard. While he’s had some experience, you have never dated anyone before. Your priority of school and getting a job after college was the excuse you used. He wondered what changed your mind all of a sudden.

“Do you have a problem with that?” You tilted your head, noticing the frown he was wearing.

Jaemin met your curious eyes and quickly shook his head. “N—no. You can do whatever.”

Your shoulders dropped. “Oh…okay.”

He internally cursed at himself for saying that. The thought of you going out with some other guy didn’t sit well with him. But you were your own person who was perfectly capable of making your own decisions. Who was he to stop you?

✰ ― ― ― ― ― ― ― ― ― ― ―・ 

On your visit home during the weekend, you had stationed yourself in the kitchen for the whole afternoon. Just as you were popping the metal pan out of the oven, your older brother, Taeyong strolled in.

His eyes immediately enlarged with interest. “You made brownies?”

“Yeah, I was just in the mood I guess,” You said, grabbing the glass of water you got earlier. “Jaemin likes sweet things you know.”

“Oh, are you guys finally a thing now?” Taeyong asked. He sat at the counter and reached for one of your chocolate treats. His actions earned a light slap on the hand with your oven mitt.

“Wait until they cool,” You lightly scolded, pretending to ignore the amused expression on his face. “And no we aren’t.”

“Huh, I thought you would be by now.” He rested his chin on his hand innocently. “Jaemin hasn’t confessed yet?”

His sudden question threw you into a fit of coughs from choking on your water. Your lovely brother shook with laughter.

“What are you talking about? He doesn’t like me like that.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure. Have you ever seen the way he looks at you?”

You laughed at his ridiculous question. This was just another way of Taeyong trying to tease you.

He stood up from his seat. “Just think about it. Maybe you’ve been too focused on your feelings that you never picked up on them.”

Then yet again, your brain was left in a jumbled mess. When you think about it, maybe Jaemin dropped some hints here and there. But with his naturally flirty personality, you didn’t think he treated you any differently than other girls. Though there was always this sincerity in his words and a softness in his eyes.

You shook your head. Remembering what Young-Mi said a while back, you needed to stop these fantasies. Then again, if your own brother thought the opposite, maybe you were missing something.

 ✰ ― ― ― ― ― ― ― ― ― ― ―・ 

You fumbled with the paper blue bag in your hands, as you walked toward the lecture room Jaemin was in. His Monday class always ended at 1:30 p.m. Yours ended an hour earlier, and that’s when you’d usually be in the library or study space. But you had the brownies you planned to give to him.

Jaemin often begged you for treats whenever you made them. And of course, the boy didn’t seem to leave your mind. Despite the amount of effort you put into getting over him, you just couldn’t help yourself.

Just as you spotted him standing outside the classroom door, there was another figure in front of him. One with beautifully styled hair and a designer dress you could never afford. You couldn’t compete with your round-shaped glasses, stick-straight hair, and the plain black turtleneck you often wore.

You didn’t even have to take a step forward to overhear the conversation.

“I apologize for my forwardness but…I like you, Sunbae,” She spoke shyly, bouncing on the tip of her toes. “After talking with you, I think we’re pretty compatible. Let’s date!”

It only took the tiniest of smiles to crack on Jaemin’s face for your stomach to churn. You turned in the other direction, walking as fast as possible so you couldn’t hear his response.

“You’re such an idiot, Lee (Y/n)!” You blinked away the tears that already began to form.

You didn’t understand why you were getting so emotional. Surely this wasn’t the first time you witnessed your best friend enter a new relationship. Of course, it hurt to see him with another girl. Back then you pretended to be okay because you didn’t want Jaemin to worry. 

Maybe because it was Song Hyejin, someone you could never be. And now she’d have someone you could never have.

“Hey (Y/n), I was just about to text you!” Young-Mi exclaimed when she saw you were outside.

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. “Eo, what is it?”

“Do you still want to meet the guy?” She asked with a slight pout. “I really think you should give it a shot.”

Young-Mi held up her phone with his contact information displayed. You stared at the screen, thinking back to what you saw earlier. Perhaps it was the refreshing heartache that prompted you to accept her offer without too much consideration.

As much as it broke you, it was time to give up your hopeless crush on Na Jaemin.

 ―・ 

“Wah, you really turned her down Hyung?” Jisung asked with a hand over his mouth.

Jaemin nodded to the younger and glanced over to Jeno who had a discreet smile on his face. While his other friends seemed to be confused by Jaemin’s actions, he was rather proud.

~ ~ ~

“I like you Sunbae. Let’s date!” Her eyes sparkled when she spoke to him. 

The polite smile he put on was almost instinctual. The one he always wore when a girl confessed to him. 

“I’m sorry Hyejin-ssi, but there’s already someone I like.” He lowered his gaze. “So I’m afraid I can’t accept your feelings.”

~ ~ ~

The slightly offended expression on her face was still clear in Jaemin’s head. She probably wasn’t used to rejection. Before, Jaemin thought he could get over you if he said yes to those other girls. But he could never fully give his heart away with you lingering in his thoughts.

This time, he decided that he needed to stop making a fool out of himself.

“Anyway, who wants to get samgyeopsal tonight?” Haechan decided to redirect the conversation. Easily persuaded, the guys were already agreeing.

“We should text (Y/n) to see if she wants to come,” Jeno mentioned, giving Jaemin a side glance.

“I think she’s going on a blind date today,” said Renjun.

Jaemin sat up. “What?! Tonight?” 

“Yeah, you know Liu Yangyang? I’m pretty sure that’s who she’s meeting.”

“Oh him? He’s pretty cool,” Chenle nodded with approval. 

Their words became a blur to Jaemin. He remembered you talking about this last week, not thinking you’d actually go through with it. 

“I have to go,” was all he said before standing up to leave. The guys called out to him, but he ignored them. 

He ran out of the commons area and stopped at the front of your dorm building. That was when he saw you looking at him with a slightly concerned expression.

“Jaemin-ah, what are you doing here?”

Grasping onto his knees as he caught his breath, he stopped to look at you. To him, you always dressed nicely. But today you were wearing a cute plaid dress over a white top, and you even put on a little makeup. 

“Don’t—go—on—that date,” He panted, pressing a hand to his chest. His lungs felt like they were about to burst.

You frowned, wondering how he found out so fast. Was that the reason he came here?

“Why?” You found yourself asking. Why did he care if you were going on a date or not? 

His eyes met yours and they held that unreadable gaze again. 

“Because you’re mine.” He said breathlessly.

Then just as you started to process that sentence, he cupped your face and crashed his lips onto yours. Your eyes were wide open from the initial shock. But he didn’t show any sign he was about to pull away anytime soon. And slowly you closed your eyes and let yourself melt into the kiss.

When he did pull away, you were left in a blubbering mess. A million thoughts were racing through your head.

“I—don’t understand. I thought you and Hyejin…?”

“I rejected her,” Jaemin answered plainly. You removed his hands from your neck, trying to make sense of this news.

“But why? I mean, she’s so pretty and smart. She has so much more to offer.”

“I was afraid before. But you’re the only girl I want to be with,” He interjected. “I’ve always liked you, Lee (Y/n). I’m sorry it took so long for me to tell you that.”

You were left speechless for the next few moments. With your heart beating faster and hot cheeks, you could almost explode. The one person you’ve spent half your life admiring was here in front of you, admitting his feelings. This had to be a dream, right?

“Na Jaemin, you better not be playing with me,” You warned.

He looked so serious, you were almost intimidated. Then his arm snaked around your waist and he whispered. “Should I kiss you again to prove I’m not kidding?”

Jaemin took the flustered silence from you as a yes. You could feel him smiling into the second kiss, unable to contain the joy of knowing he finally had you. 

***

“When did you start liking me?” You asked out of curiosity.

His response was quick. “Since the day we met. What about you?”

“Oh…I think it was at the end of middle school?” You tilted your head, thinking back to it all. “Wah, I can’t believe it took so long for us to confess.”

“Yeah, we were silly weren’t we?”

You smiled and linked arms with him. “Well, we’re together now and that’s what matters.”

“You’re right, love,” He smiled back and leaned in to peck you on the lips. 

Your little moment came to an end with Haechan’s fake gagging.

“Gosh, they haven’t even been dating for 24 hours and they’re already one of those disgustingly sweet couples.”

“It took them long enough,” Jeno added.

Of course, the guys were happy to see their friends get together. Jaemin was too. No longer would he let his or your fears come in between the two of you. Though there was no way of telling what your future would be like, Jaemin fully intended on making you happy for the rest of his life.

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“Anonymous said:

hii, I thought I’d make a request hehe. since I loved the modern Aemond fic, maybe we could get another modern Aemond x Fem reader? 👀

I was thinking of academic rivals in college. People think u both hate each other due to being competitive in academics, but they don’t know that the two of u are secretly dating. hMM I guess at first u guys hate each other, but one day at the library, the two of u bonded and slowly u fell in love with each other. then one day, the two of u got caught at a library making out or at his dorm while Aemond is sneaking u in and got a surprise visit from his siblings or friend, it’s up to you what idea pops into ur head haha :) which leads to them admitting their relationship.

Thank u 🥹”

Dear anon, I posted it prematurely (my brain is on tired mode and accidentally pressed post instead of changing to save draft 😂) and it wouldn’t let me switch to save draft so I had to delete it but thankfully I took a screenshot of your prompt!! Hopefully you see this 💕 For more Aemond/Ewan + other HOTD characters/actors requests, submit it through my ask box 💚

Academic Love [Modern!Aemond Targaryen x Fem!Reader]

Other HOTD stories [requests open]

Gif doesn’t belong to me 💚

Summary: It has been well known throughout the halls of Westeros’ most prestigious college in Kings Landing, that you and Aemond Targaryen had been rivals for the top spot in your year. You see him constantly in the library and he pesters you to try and distract you until one day you finally give in to his annoyance. That annoyance however eventually leads to something more but, you have to keep up appearances around campus….

You chewed lightly on the end of your pencil, your mind zoning in and out as your eyes scanned over the same page for what felt as though it was the third time. Your mind was wandering and it was not on the history of how Westeros came to be. Your eyes kept flickering across the room to watch the long silver haired boy who only had one eye; the supposed story on how he lost his left eye was his nephew accidentally took it out when he was ten years old. 

You could not believe that the night before you had done the one thing you swore you would never do: you had slept with that long haired silver boy, also known as Aemond Targaryen. He was the second youngest son to the Dean, Viserys Targaryen although it seemed as though his wife ran the school. 

The Iron College was the most prestigious college across all of Westeros, the best of the best getting in. The mascot was a red three headed dragon, the words being Fire and Blood. You thought it was a bit cheesy, but you were just thankful you got in. The process to getting in was a lengthy and tiresome one. 

You clenched your jaw feeling a warm hand on your exposed thigh and slapped at the hand, narrowing your eyes at Aemond as he laughed. 

“You act as though you hate me,” He taunted a bit.

You rolled your eyes and took a deep breath, looking back down at the book in front of you while glaring at it. “What we did was a mistake.”

Aemond smirked lightly as he placed his hand back on your thigh, rubbing it lightly. “Really? Because last night it seemed you were enjoying yourself,” He whispered, leaning close to you.

You suddenly stood up when his hand reached a little too close and you scoffed. You collected your books while stuffing them in your bag. “I do not seem like your type anyway,” You mumbled.

“And how do you know what my type is?” Aemond questioned with a raised brow.

“Well, I heard that you and the rest of your bloodline preferred each other. Is your brother not married to your sister? I am sure you love to fuck her,” You spat.

Aemond laughed a bit, looking over your figure. He couldn’t help but have his eye linger on your dark green mini skirt. You glanced behind you and narrowed your eyes while trying to fix your ridden skirt.

“Fucking pervert,” You mumbled, clutching a book to your chest as you made your exit. 

You sighed, looking down at your feet while you made your way down the crowded hall. Your mind kept wandering to the night before. The way Aemond touched you, it made you feel alive. He knew all the right places to cause you to moan and scream out your name. 

You jumped and yelped feeling someone pinch your bottom and turned around, slapping the boy without a second thought. “What the fuck, Targaryen!” You shouted with narrowed eyes.

Aemond laughed, stepping back a bit. His cheek was red but he had a proud smirk on his lips. “I was just having a little fun, Y/N.”

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You had your head in your hands, feeling as though you just got hit by a truck. You failed your first test ever, but you didn’t blame yourself. You blamed Aemond being a horrible distraction.

You grumbled hearing the chair scraping across the wooden floor, not even lifting your head when you heard the book fall onto the table.

“Y/N,” You heard the familiar voice, a hand lightly coming down onto his shoulder.

You lifted your head, frowning at Aemond. “What do you want?” You grumbled while sitting up.

“I heard you failed the test.”

You laughed a bit. “So, you’ve come to gloat?” You asked with a raised brow. 

Aemond rubbed the back of his neck. “I just wanted to see if I could help you study.”

You looked over him before sighing softly. “Fine,” You mumbled, running a hand through your hair. “But I would know if you give me false information.”

Aemond chuckled with a small smirk. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”

It had been a few months since you’ve slept with Aemond and you have had quite a few so-called tutoring sessions since he has helped you with the last test. The first time you slept with him, it was a drunken mistake; your friend Alys Rivers taking you to the bar near campus. That was the last time you were ever going to listen to her...although listening to her led you to have a boyfriend. 

You hummed lightly as you walked through the library, your usual makeout spot with Aemond. The two of you kept your relationship hidden, knowing if it got out, people would definitely make fun of the two of you. You knew especially Aemond’s older brother would tease him and spread rumors.

You had a slight sway to your hips, wearing the mini green skirt that Aemond was wearing and a black blouse to compliment it. You glanced around before a small squeak passed your lips feeling arms wrap around you and looked up to see your boyfriend. 

“What happened to being secretive?” You hissed as you laughed with him.

Aemond smirked while pulling back. “I like scaring you,” He teased, crossing his arms. 

You glanced around letting out a sigh but you still had a smile on your lips. You were thankful that the library was mainly empty apart from a few people who were too concentrated on the computers or books.

 “Are you ready for another tutoring session?” You purred a bit suggestively while tilting your head.

Aemond glanced around with furrowed brows. “I was thinking we could move our study sessions to somewhere else.”

“Oh, really?” You raised a brow. “Where were you thinking?”

Aemond had a mischievous smirk on his lips as he took your hand. “Let me just show you.”

“Aemond, where are we going?”

Aemond held onto your hand tight, glancing down the hallway of the boys dormitories. He held a finger to his lips and you tried to suppress a giggle. You have never seen this side of Aemond. Ever since the two of you got together, he seemed to be a different person. As though he only showed this side to a select few.

The two of you made it to his dormitory, Aemond knocking on the door and opening it after a moment. “Good, that shit isn’t here right now.”

He pulled you in and quickly closed the door behind you. He did not hesitate to kiss you, smiling as you hungrily returned his kiss. You pulled him close by the back of the neck, deepening the kiss a bit while he slowly backed you towards the bed and letting out a laugh when you fell back. 

You smirked up at him while helping him take his shirt off, pulling him down for another kiss. You tangled your fingers in his hair, feeling him unbutton your blouse. You shrugged it off while not breaking the kiss although you jumped hearing a loud knock against the wall.

You and Aemond turned to see Aegon standing at the doorway with a smug smirk on his lips. “What are you doing in here!” Aemond shouted, his body staying over yours so you could have some modesty being in your skirt and bra.

“Well....” Aegon began, looking around. “This is also my room and the door was unlocked. I’m so proud that you finally got it wet though, baby brother,” He teased with a small smirk and laughed when a pillow was thrown at him. “But you really need to learn how to use a knock.”

Aemond groaned as he leaned down, nuzzling into your neck when Aegon left. He left light kisses on your neck. “I’m sorry about him.”

You smiled and lightly placed a hand on Aemond’s chest. “Let’s not have him spoil the moment,” You whispered pulling him in for another kiss.

“Oh, YN! If you are ever dissatisfied with--” Aegon began opening the door once more.

“Get out!” You shouted throwing another pillow at the closed door, Aegon’s laugh being heard on the other side. You laid back on the pillow, looking up at your boyfriend with a sigh. “I blame you.”

Aemond chuckled while sitting up and kissing your cheek lightly. “We’ll continue this later.”

You smirked lightly and poked his bare chest. “Good,” You said before leaning over and kissing him quickly. 

You were surprised to fall for Aemond hard and fast, but he seemed different when he was around you. You actually enjoyed his company and the study sessions were not that bad either. You learned to not judge him too harshly and vice versa. The two of you wanted to be the best in the entire college, but perhaps, you could be the best together.

[invisibleraven]

Haunted Holidays

December 21: Wrapping Paper <-AO3 link!

“I think that’s everything,” Carrie said as she looked over the sea of bags and boxes surrounding her.

“It had better be, I think we bought out half of LA,” Reggie groaned from where he had flung himself onto the couch.

“You know some of that is for you right?” Carrie replied.

“I’m aware,” Reggie said, looking up from the arms he had covering his face. “Which is why you should hide them while I’m too tired to peek.”

Carrie hummed but did grab a few bags and rushed off, making Reggie bite back a grin. Honestly he loved that she used the holiday season to spoil their loved ones. Stuff none of them would buy themselves, but they all secretly wanted. Carrie was aces at gifts, and Reggie was getting better since they started dating.

“Okay Peters,” Carrie declared as she reentered the den with a clap of her hands. “No napping, we have to get wrapping!”

Reggie groaned, sitting up and looking at her. “Okay, gimme a beat.”

Carrie scowled and waved a tube of wrapping paper at him. “Come on you.”

Reggie gave a mock salute and started taking items out of bags, handing them over to Carrie so she could find the right gift bag or bow to go with each gift. “I always figured you’d get a professional to do this kind of thing.”

She shook her head. “That’s more my dad’s thing. I like wrapping gifts, giving it that personal touch. Shows that you’re willing to spend the time on it outside the thought of the gift itself.”

“When I was a kid I wrapped all my gifts in the comics section of the newspaper-saved up the colour pages every Sunday to do it,” Reggie commented.

“MeeMaw didn’t have paper for you to use?” Carrie asked. She knew better to ask about his parents-they only gave him shame, complexes, and recrimination, never presents.

“I wanted to do it myself,” Reggie said with a shrug. “She loved my version of a personal touch.”

“I bet you made her great gifts,” Carrie said. She had never met MeeMaw, the woman had unfortunately passed before she got the chance. But she loved hearing Reggie’s stories about her.

“Oh yeah, the best pages of scribbles, popsicle stick picture frames, and clay handprints you ever did see,” Reggie said, then a look of melancholy passed over his face. “She kept it all though, had a box of it all stored in the attic.”

Carrie scooted over , cuddling into his side. “She loved you, and treasured everything you gave her. I know I would.”

Reggie snorted. “Doll you gave me an itemized list of gifts.”

She had done that hadn’t she? And she knew he had bought her every one without complaint. “I know,” she whispered. “I think I needed a reminder that it isn’t what you get, but the love and thought behind it.”

“So I can return the ludicrously pricey scarf?” Reggie jested.

“Not on your life,” Carrie said, sticking her tongue out at him. “But feel free to wrap it in some newspaper if you keep the packaging on it.”

Reggie grinned, tilting her head back for a kiss. “You know, I just might do that.”

Then on Christmas morning, Carrie had to laugh when every single one of her expensive presents were wrapped in homemade paper-covered in Reggie’s doodles and lyrics.

She kept every piece. Which turned out to be worth it, as the next year she used the paper he had made to wrap his gifts in. RReggie gave a delighted bark when he noticed, and made a show out of oh so carefully peeling the tape off so they could use it again.

By the third year, it was getting a bit worn, so Carrie said they would just have to make new paper, and spent a lovely afternoon doing so. “But we’re still keeping the old stuff right?” Reggie asked shyly.

“Oh sinta of course!” Carrie assured him. “We could make a cool art piece out of them if you want.”

She missed the way his face lit up at that, but Reggie thought that was for the best because he now had a plan to blow all other Christmas’ out of the water!

Oh Christmas morning, Carrie came down the stairs, and saw something hanging on the wall, covered by a sheet. Reggie was standing next to it, looking a little nervous, a little tired, but still his gorgeous sunshiney self. “Hey doll, Merry Christmas,” he said, greeting her with a kiss when she replied in kind.

“You figure out what to do with the paper after?” Carrie asked, taking a step back to survey the large set up.

“Yup, you wanna do the honours?’ Reggie asked.

Carrie nodded and ripped off the sheet, then gasped. There they were --all the pieces of wrapping paper. Covered in their doodles, notes, and little bits of their history. A photo of the two of them after a paintball game where she had dominated and Reggie was just happy to be there. Riding side by side on horseback, though Reggie was doing so with considerable more grace.

There were programs and ticket stubs, and a few candy wrappers, lyrics to half finished songs, even a section for Tisdale, Carrie’s Shar Pei that Reggie used to walk every day-it was how they met after all. And though she had crossed the rainbow bridge, the both of them would forever be grateful for her influence in them getting together.

Then right in the middle, was an origami heart, with the words Open Me printed on it. Carrie grinned at Reggie, wondering what silly pun awaited her-he did love his jokes her man.

Only when she opened the heart, there were only two words printed there. WOrds that made Carrie’s heart race and her face break into a smile. A smile that grew even wider when she saw Reggie kneeling before her with a ring made of folder paper.

“I swear I got you a real one,” he said, offering it up. “But I kinda had to doll.”

“No no, this is perfect,” Carrie said, slipping the ring onto her finger. “Yes by the way.”

Reggie whooped and spun them around, all while Carrie admired her ring. She knew it would probably end up framed somewhere so she could keep it forever-but right now it outmatched even the brightest of diamonds, and was worth more to her than every gift under the tree.

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Isn't Being A Wicked Woman Much Better? Side Story Chapter 15

***

That night.

Instead, in the depths of the temple, in the sanctuary, the saint's purification ceremony was held secretly. Also, the knights and escorts brought by her saint kept a close watch around the sanctuary.

“Saint, what happened to the holy things?”

The pope came to the sanctuary as soon as dawn came, and Princess Deborah pressed her temples with a tired face. It seemed that things were not going well.

“that… saint lady. I'm not urging you at all, I'm just asking just in case, will you be able to finish the purification by the full moon this month?”

Soon, ahead of a large-scale monthly event, he asked while trying to hide her nervousness, and the princess pressed her lips together for a while with a face to say something, and then asked.

“Lady… Do you have something to say?”

“Hmm! no.”

I don't think it is?

I think you were just trying to get something out.

“Say anything at ease! God, I am completely on St. We will spare no effort to support you to the best of our ability.”

As she repeated it, her purple eyelashes trembled as if she was thinking deeply about something.

“then… .”

The atmosphere was so serious that the Pope swallowed dry saliva without realizing it.

“Can you help me with the Healing Stone?”

”!“

The pope's eyes quickly shook with agitation at the so unexpected request. Healing stones are mysterious stones imbued with divine power, and not many people even knew their existence.

'It is a mineral that only comes from mines within the Heleia Dominion, so you can't help but know it from the outside.'

Healing stones are monopolized by the temple, and the amount mined each year is so small that they are divided according to rank.

‘Then why is the saint saying that she needs the healing stone?'

Healing stones are used by priests to amplify or restore their divine power.

However, the great divine power that the saint showed in the final battle with the devil last time was enough to affect Heleia far away from the capital. Even the sun would have exerted such an intense divinity, she had gone a whopping two times.

To be honest, asking a saint for a healing stone was no different from asking for a magic stone because the dragon ran out of mana.

'no way… Is there a problem with the divine power?'

Suddenly, I thought that it might have something to do with Princess Deborah's continued avoidance of the shrine's call. She might ask you to show her divinity here.

All sorts of conjectures made his head complicated, but the Pope replied that he knew for once.

“How many healing stones do you need, Lady?”

“The more the better, the shorter the cleanup time.”

The Pope, who was in awe of the highest healing stone he owned, recovered the healing stones of his disciple and handed it to her.

And the next day.

“I need more.”

The saint once again secretly requested a healing stone.

Finally, on the third day, the Pope had no choice but to take out the high-grade healing stone he had in his hand.

“Thank you for keeping your promise to support us with anything. I must be excited too.”

As the saint said that, she couldn't even say that it would be difficult to apply any more because she used her darkened eyes as if contemplating.

'I don't think I'll use all of the divine power in the healing stone.'

That night, the Pope, who had gone to bed with some kind of heartburn, woke up in the middle of the night with a terrifying surprise.

Whoa uh huh!

Suddenly, it was because of the huge explosion that resounded outside the place.

“Pope! Instead, an intruder appeared before!”

Soon, the pale priests rushed to the pope's residence.

“intruder!?”

Aww!

This time, the sound of something collapsing shook the earth. The whole building was on the verge of collapsing, so the Pope hurriedly evacuated after putting on his coat.

“That... That person!”

The Pope was astonished. Not long ago, he was appointed by Priest Maurice, whom he had appointed as headmaster... !

“How the hell did that evil thing break into the temple!? Although the Holy Knights are strictly monitoring, and checking the identity through holy water every time!”

Free was a special devil.

And Priest Maurice, wearing the devil's horns, was grabbed by the collar and beaten without a chance to breathe.

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At first, Isidor didn't like my flight to Hellia.

If the disquieting warlock forces remained, it was because he assumed that it was most likely in Hellia.

“There seems to be a force in Heleia to incite the people.”

“What kind of agitation?”

“It is said that the saint should consecrate not only the capital, but also Heleia. Heleia has a temple instead, and it is also the hometown of Saint Naila.”

“Ummm…”

“It looks plausible at first glance, but there are also corners that are overheated somewhere.”

“It’s daring to spread public opinion like that and encourage the people… .”

“yes. Maybe he's trying to figure out how to react.”

“Why?”

“This is my guess to the last, but an insider who knows that the color of the holy object has become cloudy, may not have assumed that the princess-sama’s condition was also not normal?”

“!”

“Also, from my experience, the dark under the lamp is very well used by the Warlocks.”

“It sounds like the temple is a typical blind spot.”

“yes. Because it is an autonomous territory, the Empire cannot send troops without a special reason.”

“However, in order to enter and exit the temple, you must be identified with holy water… ”

“Still, there is nothing wrong with being a hundred times careful, so never leave my side.”

“yes.”

Still, I wondered if there were any crazy demons going in and out of the temple, but the words of the thought body were nothing more than confirming Isidore's guess and killing him.

- Always be mindful. That if there is light, there is shadow.

-After all, it seems that something suspicious has flowed into the temple.

The guy didn't contradict Isidor's words, and sent out a gentle wave as if arguing.

'It's as if the warlock infiltrated the temple and fed them all.'

So, as soon as I returned to the temple, I quickly hid the rosary that had been restored to its pure white state.

'Let's keep pretending there's a problem with the relic.'

So that the special remnant hiding in the shrine can feel this moment as an opportunity for genius Il-woo.

'Actually, there's a leak in my power, and I've lost my body in the meantime, so it's easier to deceive. '

Also, there are two reasons why I procrastinate on the excuse of cleansing ceremonies and keep asking the Pope for a Healing Stone.

First, in order to subtly reveal that my divine power status is not good.

'Perhaps the Pope is not trying to hide this fact.'

The temple had the duality of wanting to get along well with the saint, but wishing the saint's halo to be dimmed a little.

Every time a warlock or demon appears, he's been late to react, and he's been criticized for claiming to be a fake saint.

'Even donations have drastically decreased.’

As expected, instead of giving away my high-quality healing stones right away, the Pope retrieved the healing stones that men had for the purification ceremony.

'And the second.'

To make the hidden remnants nervous.

He was afraid that I might regain my power by acquiring the high-grade healing stone the Pope had, so I thought that something was going to come to 'here' to surprise me.

“It was you. The name… Was it Maurice?”

As expected, late at night, a suspicious man appeared around this area.

Inside the sanctuary, in front of the secret door connected to the goddess statue.

'Actually, only the dolls I received from Michelle are placed in the sanctuary.'

Inside the sanctuary, the entrance leading to the large statue of the goddess looked like a sewer lid, so it was also a place where the guards I brought were not properly guarded.

'Actually, I didn't do it on purpose.'

However, short-range teleport scrolls with coordinates here were distributed to allies standing around the sanctuary. So that can run right away if I give you a signal.

“This was once my hometown, did you think only you would know the entrance to the secret passage to the sanctuary?”

Morris, who was looking around with her characteristic smiling face, looked around, and as I approached her, her eyes were smiling and only her lips were grotesquely contorted.

“Come on, wait a minute. Why are you doing this all of a sudden? Lady!”

“You, why are you wandering around here in the middle of the night? You are winning.”

“I just couldn’t sleep, so I went for a walk… .”

“Kids like you have to be just right to make up their minds.”

As I did with Miya, I grabbed his arm and infused it with divine power.

“Aaaaaaaaaah!”

At that moment, even the corners of his smiling eyes were distorted like a devil, and as his skin melted, horns began to appear on his forehead.

‘Because it’s an intermediate level demon, it looks like it can withstand holy water.'

I was surprised in my heart.

This is because he was quite a giant.

“Wow! How the hell do you know!?”

The devil asked, groaning in pain.

“It was suspicious to split the threads from the beginning.”

According to Naila's memory, the devil who pretends to be a human was often over-smiling in order to be liked like this.

'They don't understand the complex emotions of human beings, so they just laugh and watch.'

But the day he came to escort me, even though my father was staring at me like a viper, I couldn't understand the atmosphere, and I was fussy.

'It's not like I'm sane.'

Target is 20 likes and i will upload next chapter.

[a-small-batch-of-dragons]

hiiii idk if you’re taking requests, and feel free to ignore me lol, but i’ve been thinking abt Try Your Best (That's All We Can Do) a lot recently. and like reading it is so perfect and i love it. i was wondering if you were going to add to the story at all. ik it is wrapped up nicely, but i kinda wanna know what happens to them (make sure roman can avoid being murdered and heal), but yeah! thanks for all you write!

I really, really like how I ended that fic, so I don’t think I’m going to do another full chapter, but I’ll do a mini-fic epilogue just for you :)

Roman eventually shares with Virgil and Remus—and Janus, by default, because god knows his two lil gremlins don’t want to keep secrets from their dad if they don’t have to—that he’s been going to a therapist since a few months after Jamie committed suicide. He ascribes a lot of his personal growth to talking things through with them, even though they’re determined to get him to accept some credit on his own.

(Remus may or may not hit Roman in the face with a pillow for the same reasons and the two of them may or may not get into the habit of pillow-fighting whenever they see each other. It’s unclear whether or not this is actually a good thing.)

(It is, don’t worry.)

Roman actually plans to meet up with Virgil for a date right after one of his appointments, and Janus drops him off outside the building. While there, the therapist asks Janus if he’s Roman’s father. He isn’t, and says as much, but he starts to worry about how Roman’s managing to afford this if his therapist can’t even recognize his parents. He confronts Roman about it and Roman says that the school’s guidance counselor actually recommended and they worked out something with insurance that his parents never had to personally approve.

There’s another indecent at school where Janus is called in because Remus got into a fight. When he gets there, he sees Roman sitting outside the principal’s office, holding something to his head again, and Remus glowering at the wall. For a terrible second, he has memories of the same thing happening in middle school, only this time Remus has his arm around Roman’s shoulders and Virgil comes running up a second later.

Jamie’s friend had attacked Roman again, and Remus had tried to stop them. Roman had shoved Remus behind him and been rewarded with a textbook across his temple. The administration had found the three boys like that: one bleeding, still holding back another, the third crying and screaming on the floor.

Roman’s parents never make an appearance.

Janus offers to drive Roman home—and maybe not-so secretly give them a piece of his mind—but Roman pales and makes up something about how that would just leave his car in the school parking lot overnight and he’d have to figure out a way to get to school tomorrow. Janus lets it go, mostly so the poor thing doesn’t freak out even more, but he’s oddly quiet for the rest of the night.

He also turns into a total cuddle monster for the rest of the week, but that’s not that big of a surprise.

No, the surprise comes when Virgil gets a call during one of their weekend afternoons and finds out that Roman has to cancel their date tomorrow because he’s in the hospital.

The call doesn’t even end before Janus is barking at both of them to get in the car.

They’re almost not allowed in, because only family is permitted, but then the orderlies reveal that Roman’s actual family hasn’t showed up at all, didn’t answer the emergency call, and Janus just about shoves his way past them to let Virgil run into Roman’s room. The room is filled with machines and loud beeping and a scared child in an oversized hospital bed, and all Janus can think about is the little boy in his father’s suit, all alone in a graveyard.

The doctor comes in. All three of them completely fail to be subtle at eavesdropping as she tells Roman that his attacker has been taken into custody, and that it’s a good thing his family came so quickly.

Virgil barely stifles a gasp, Remus’s eyes go wide, and Janus’s just watches the most heartbreaking confusion cross Roman’s face until he realizes that the doctor is referring to them.

“…yeah,” Roman mumbles, not meeting any of their eyes, “I guess I am.”

The doctor turns to Janus. “Did they tell you what happened?”

“No, not yet.”

“Your son was hit by a car. Luckily it wasn’t going very fast and his injuries aren’t too severe, but he’ll need to rest and heal. Is there somewhere you can—“

“Can you give us a moment, please?”

The doctor looks at Roman, surprised, then back at Janus. Janus just raises his eyebrow—“He’s the patient, it’s not up to me.”—and the doctor leaves.

“If you say anything about being sorry for being an inconvenience or her assuming we’re your family,” Remus says before Roman can say anything, “I’m gonna hit you with a pillow.”

“Remus,” Janus warns.

Roman winces, holding a hand to his side. “Don’t make me laugh, my ribs are cracked.”

“Good thing Re’s not funny, then.”

“Boys.”

Roman does, in fact, try and apologize for everything, but Janus stops him with a hand on his uninjured shoulder.

“You’re hurting,” he says softly, referring to far more than just the car accident, “let us help you, please.”

When the doctor comes back, the first thing they do is change Roman’s emergency contact to Janus.

[tparadox]

Finally got to rewatch Disney's The Hunchback of Notre Dame for the first time in over a decade. Some thoughts:

How did Disney allow their artists to make this? For so many reasons.

My wife is right, Disney may be in or have passed through a recent revival, but the Disney Renaissance movies were art on a different level.

I finally hunted down where the name of the third gargoyle LaVerne came from. Victor and Hugo are obvious, but I was trying to determine if LaVerne was his middle name or where he lived or his wife or something. She's named after Laverne Andrews of the Andrews Sisters. Pretty random, but that mystery is solved. Apparently they were planning on naming them after the three big name actors to play Quasimodo on film, but they got worried the actors or their families would sue.

I had a lot of questions about the source material and:

I grew up thinking that Frollo was a religious official, obviously. He's so concerned with being seen as the most pious man in France that he must be clergy. Eventually I picked up that he's a judge. Well, in the book, he's the Archdeacon of Notre Dame. Explains why the Archdeacon in the movie has no name and only affects the plot in the prologue.

It seems as though Quasimodo is only a ward of the cathedral because he was abandoned as a baby for being disfigured. His relationship with Frollo seems to be at best "lackey". He follows Frollo's orders because they come from the Archdeacon.

Wikipedia says that Esmeralda is the protagonist of the book. On the one hand, I wish we would get an adaptation that actually centers on her, but on the other, the book is about how she's 16 and four men are obsessed with her and three of them try to rape her, the fourth (Quasimodo) trying to kidnap her on Frollo's orders early on. It's revealed in the end that "actually she wasn't a Romany by birth, she was stolen from a good French mother to replace the deformed baby the Romany couple abandoned at the cathedral." Yuck.

Four men? Yes, there's a poet who wants her too. As far as I can tell from the Wikipedia summary, his biggest contribution to the plot is that he accidentally enters the Court of Miracles and Esmeralda agrees to marry him so her Romany cohort don't kill him to keep their secret. It's a sham marriage and she refuses to let him touch her, which he's really upset about, but from there it seems his main role is "technically this girl has a husband".

Phoebus got a massive rehabilitation by Disney. Esmeralda gets a teenage crush on him, but he only wants her body. When she refuses him, he tries to rape her and she stabs him in self defense. She's arrested for attempted murder, and under torture, falsely confesses to actual murder. Frollo was secretly watching the whole assault and stabbing.

I went looking for the soundtrack and found the Original Cast Recording of the "New Musical with Music from The Disney Movie". It fixes a lot of the things I felt held back the movie while going deeper on everything I loved. It's even more "Disney was really okay with this?"

The musical has no slapstick comic relief gargoyles to keep the kids entertained, but the gargoyles and saints carved into the cathedral do act as a Greek chorus to Quasimodo. At one point a specific one draws from his own martyr story to try to inspire Quasimodo to heroic action. I would've found it more balanced if there had been a couple more saints offering their own life/death experience, but it's still an improvement over singing a song about how their buddy's crush is definitely head over heels for him minutes before he sees that she's into someone else. Apparently the German version that briefly ran before it was re-adapted back into English did have the comic relief gargoyles, but they did name them after the Hunchback actors they originally wanted to, tweaked just enough to be maybe more defensible?

The main change I didn't like in the musical is the change from Quasimodo being Frollo's charge because he killed his mother and was challenged to do right by the child he was about to drown, which I think is perfect, to Frollo's half-Romany nephew left in his care by Jehan Frollo, the estranged brother he failed to save from a life of "sin", before dying. That's somehow less personal a connection than killing his mother in bigoted zeal. I appreciate the attempt to bring Jehan into the story and of more import than "Claude suspects Esmeralda likes a soldier named Phoebus and wants to find the guy and it just so happens that Claude's depraved brother happens to be the guy's drinking buddy."

I'm most open to gentle correction here but in large part due to this movie I thought that part of the anti-Romany persecution was driven by them being pagan heretics outside the Church, but when I went into reading up on Romany culture, it turns out that there isn't really a "Romany religion". The overwhelming majority is either Christian or Muslim (according to Wikipedia) and my impression is that until recently, the cultural aspect that Romany settlers picked up from their surroundings the most readily was the local religion. Perhaps that was conversion due to persecution I didn't see referenced in those articles, and I'm sure painting the outsiders as heretics was fashionable whether true or not, but this seems to be actually entirely ethnically based bigotry. I'd be interested in a Romany response to the depiction in the movie.

[inquisitoradaar]

⚔️ Is there a Karai in your au?

🥷 Is there a Timothy in your au?

🏙️ What is the main setting of your au?

🏠 What is the Lair like?

☠️ Does anyone die in your au? [<- i need to know, for my sanity <3]

🗣️ Is your Leo the leader? Has he always been? [<- asking this with the knowledge that mikey is the eldest and most protective]

🩹 Who is the Medic?

🧑‍🍳 Who is the best cook?

🍍 Who likes Pineapple on pizza?

❓So in ur picrew thingy from ages ago, jenny and venus are human. do they get mutated into turtles?

❓Altho, vice versa, youve alluded that the boys might turn human sooooo hmmmm. sorry im theorising in ur ask box. im so sleepy but i feel like im connecting dots here.

⚔️: and so the oroku kids trio is complete. karai is 14 when she's finally introduced making her the youngest by far. nobody is quite sure where she came from, only that she showed up on the family's doorstep the day after saki's one true love disappeared in a flurry of snowflakes.

🥷: im afraid i dont have any plans for timothy at this point in time :/ if he were to be included in the story at all, he'd probs just be a side or background character (a classmate of april's or casey's)

🏙️: 2/3rds of wl takes place in new york, with the other third taking place across a few places in japan. not everything happens in either new york or japan, but that's the majority of it

🏠: the lair is pretty cramped, and a hodgepodge of whatever the boys can find. splinter's bedroom is so small it could be considered a closet, but the boys have plenty of room. there's also a kitchen/dining room, an open area used as the living room, donnie's lab, and the training/sparring room.

☠️: yeag </3 not revealing who though (aside from who ive already revealed. rip shen u girlbossed too close to the sun)

🗣️: leo is not and has never been the leader. there was a time where it was a possibility, but he turned it down since he didn't think he was deserving of it and was afraid that if he tried to lead his brothers he'd fail them or they'd all realise he was secretly worse than them

🩹: raph is! medicine and biology are one of the few things he ever rlly got into

🧑‍🍳: mikey, and by a wide margin. he originally learned from splinter, but quickly surpassed him in terms of skill. i've got smth in the works right now involving him cooking a bunch of stuff for donnie's thirteenth birthday!

🍍: raph and donnie... they both love sweet things and that does include on pizza. leo thinks it's a disgrace, mikey is neutral, and splinter is allergic.

❓(1): yes, they both eventually get mutated into turtles.

❓(2): lol, no need to apologise for theory crafting. i won't say too much in relation to the boys, but i will give you a little hint. nobody in waterlogged gets mutated more than once

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[dumpsterhipster]

Hello! I love your writing and I absolutely adored Waking Dreams! I got a couple of questions now I've finished reading although I'm not sure you'll be able/willing to answer them: was it Mora all along in Myfanwy's dreams right from the beginning interludes when someone/something kept trying to open the doors? Did she ever actually speak with the real Quaranir or was that all a ruse? Did he really die in his sleep or was that Mora again? What did Mora plan to do with Faralda next? Which member of the Companions is Svena hoping to court? If Myfanwy does make it to her Adeptship with Neloth, would she tell him about her run in with Mora? (I imagine he wouldn't be too happy to hear she turned down the Oghma Infinium lol). After the whole ordeal, would she ever go back and talk to the Augur again? And finally, is there anything else you can tell us about Ancano and Quaranir's relationship? I'm a sucker for nerdy elves and any other Psijic lore you're got!

Sorry I know this is a lot! Don't feel pressured to answer anything, I understand if you want to keep things mysterious and up to reader interpretation!

Hi anon, thank you so much for your kind words and I'm so sorry it's taken me ages to get to this--I was thinking about how to answer without the spoilers inherent in your questions and then forgot, haha. Anyway, answers below the cut!

was it Mora all along in Myfanwy's dreams right from the beginning interludes when someone/something kept trying to open the doors? Did she ever actually speak with the real Quaranir or was that all a ruse? Did he really die in his sleep or was that Mora again? What did Mora plan to do with Faralda next?

These, I deliberately left unanswered >:) sorry!! But I'm super glad you're wondering about them, it's exactly what I was hoping hehehe.

Which member of the Companions is Svena hoping to court?

Now this I am DELIGHTED to answer: it's Farkas! Svana belongs to my good friend @memaidraws, and while she's shifted her cast into an original universe, in her original Skyrim fic her LDB Svana was paired with Farkas (and boy what a great ship it is!) This was my little nod to her and her wonderful characters <3

If Myfanwy does make it to her Adeptship with Neloth, would she tell him about her run in with Mora?

Honestly, I'm not sure! It would depend very much on what happens in Myfanwy's third year at the College, which I never ended up figuring out. But based on the direction I was planning on taking it: she would DEFINITELY want to keep any and all past and future dealings with Mora a big big secret.

After the whole ordeal, would she ever go back and talk to the Augur again?

This is a really interesting one to think about, and my instinct is no (unless I happened to need it for story reasons, hehehe). I think at this stage Myf is convinced enough of the dangers of incomplete knowledge--and the Augur's malevolence/own agenda--that she'd consider it too risky unless she was REALLY desperate.

And finally, is there anything else you can tell us about Ancano and Quaranir's relationship?

Omg YES I'm so glad you asked! This was probably my favourite surprise while writing--it wasn't something I planned, but the idea was just too good to pass up (I think it came to me during the early chapters of Waking Dreams). Basically they would have fallen in awkward nerd-love during their studies, somewhat like Myf and Brelyna, then been tragically separated when Quaranir was given a place with the Psijics and Ancano continued on his path of regular scholarship--and then even more forcibly when Artaeum disappeared. But as Ancano mentioned, the two secretly kept in contact, and I like to imagine, stayed in love, too. Any further details I'll leave to your imagination. <3

Thanks so much again for taking the time to read my fics, and especially for being invested enough to have such great questions and throw them my way! All the best!

[walkingdummie]

Modern Heaven rough notes (with docs link in the end)

The summary of the story so far:

For the sake of simplicity, I will be telling this story in a chronological order. It all began in the second layer of reality, when Angels decided to try and take a shot at expanding their influence into other, “lesser” realities, where beings were not able to obtain such quantities of power as them. Yet one Angel, named Melido, was against that plan, as even they had no clear idea of what might happen to them or the residents of other layers. That gave the rest of the Angels, who were the only very few residents of said reality, an idea, to banish Melido to another layer of reality with their combined efforts. Ever since, Melido has been living on the third layer of reality. All while that was happening, a boy named Akira, resident of the fourth layer of reality, was hanging out with his best friend in an old, seemingly ancient, abandoned house, capturing the footage as they were exploring a place someone used to call home. At some point, they came across a comfortable-looking room to stay in. It was trendy during those days to stay in abandoned buildings for a night, but the boys knew that there wasn’t anything to be afraid of, because there are no such things as ghosts in real life. Eventually, they settle down and start drifting to sleep, but before they could allow themselves such a privilege, a heavy crack, followed by a thump, could be heard. This woke them up instantaneously, adrenaline pumping through their veins. As they got up, the floor started collapsing and all they could think of was to run for their lives, leaving even their camera behind. It would turn out, after Akira had made it out of the now collapsed building, that even all that running wasn’t quite enough to spare both of their lives. All Akira could do was realize what all this meant, not only to himself, but everyone who knew his dear friend - his family, his friend group, his classmates were all bound to mourn over this, all because Akira wanted to follow a stupid trend and drag his friend into it. A few years after all that had happened, Akiras parents decided to sign him up to online school, as his school environment had become a little too toxic. Not because he was bullied or anything like that, but because Akira was convinced that everyone secretly hated him for what had happened. After all, everyone had heard about it - who could ever forgive a murderer?

TL;DR what happens next is Akira is supposed to be pulled into the third layer of reality, after he’d been chronically online for some time, but in a freak accident, he is electrocuted by his computer and because he does so during when he was transported, he splits into 2 of himself, one “half” spawning 20 years earlier. Once he realized he woke up in a different world, he instantly tried to see if he had gained some sort of superpowers, which ended up in tragedy, too, because he caused a massive, football field sized circular hole in the ground (fortunately enough this was in a remote place). After he recovered and found himself in the hospital, asked for identity, he decided to go by Jokai, because he saw this new world as a fresh start. This means Melido and Akira Jokai are on the same level of reality, now referred to as Modern Heaven. What happened after Melido came to this world, though, was that he had discovered, that even this reality has its own Angel-type people - they weren’t quite human, as they were missing some essential body parts due to how much the power had taken from them. Melido, himself, was a white-haired tall dark skinned guy. He looked as if his right eye didn’t exist - and looked like it was a totally natural feature for him, as if he was just born this way. Most angels have similar features. At some point in history, the third layer Angels were weakened - parts of their powers were separated from them and placed into various objects and hidden from them by Melido, so they wouldn’t kill the humans Melido had observed and/or dragged into this reality. This ended up backfiring, as the God of Water went to war with the other gods, after finding the gemstone his powers were sealed off to. The Goddess of Nature and Goddess of Creation managed to seal him off, though, sacrificing themselves. This resulted in a giant mountain, that breached the 10 000 meter mark. Society evolved into what we would consider equal to our own, though. That’s when Jokai was placed into that world, at around the year 2000. Akira would come later, at 2020.

Karls pursuit for success can also be a story of the protagonist chasing a convenient alternative in stead of their passions and then regretting it (which also makes things worse for people around him because Joseph wouldn't have been ridiculed if Karl had advocated for LGBT rights in stead of pushing for a conservative agenda like he did)

Karls and Joseph's love was exposed in the early days of Karl's politician career, which made him deny it in public and also in his own mind - this could be used as a story of accepting someone's romantic orientation

Melidos way of trying to unite humanity is forceful and it fails initially but the true collaboration of the human race will come to shine when the Elder Angels have won and Irisviel is dead in an uprising against mentioned angels

The beings Melido is trying to protect Modern Heaven (and all other realities) from represent biblically accurate angels (1 of each) they attack while Irisviel is taking down the artificial gods (a system that Melido set up). All the angels disguise themselves as citizens.

Joseph is the one who thinks with a "just" heart and ends the life of the leader of HLLE (while accompanying Akira, Caroline, Luke, Grizz and Fumi) (HLLE being the monopoly ruling over the Modern Heaven world), after which Jokai kills him, which motivates Akira to chase Jokai.

As Jokai corners Connie - he dares her to read his mind, see what happened in the past and that would be the first time she uses her voice (over a very long time) to scream of horror (and after that she'll start talking to people, with her voice, something she didn't do before because of her ability (because she didn't need to use her voice))

Caroline, dubbed the Fire God (because gods typically have empty pupil-less eyes, which is a design choice on her mask) is an excellent fighter, but due to orange adding the effect of explosivity to the power, it creates a weakness, where, although explosive power can be generated, fires outside of the users control cannot be manipulated - this can be shown where, after a streak of victories, Caroline ends up in front of a burning house, on a rooftop opposite to it. The people inside scream for help and a child inside yells out for "the god of fire" but alas, she is unable to help. (After the streak of victories, she was unable to continue using her powers too, as her energy was completely depleted) (Maybe this can show how her overworking eventually leads to her limits, as she collapses, hearing the screams of children, before falling unconscious)

Probably mentioned this but some people have a hard time imagining their abilities (because that's how the powers work in MH - on imagination, whatever you imagine, how clearly you imagine, becomes real - this will cause awkward fight moments where people start talking to themselves about their abilities

One of the HLLE leaders should be a pupil of another (leader), with a traumatic past, that seriously haunts them - a person on the brink of breaking, embracing madness. The trigger will be the death of their teacher (leader).

Everyone is different - not to be confused with being special, a terrible mistake, that is.

Akira is the protag and Jokai the antag, but due to Jokai being a villain due to personal hate towards Akira and Joseph and the latter having destroyed the largest supplier in said universe, theyre seen as the villains who hurt the world as some sorta revenge (which is somewhat true for Joseph) and Jokai as the hero who wont let anyone else get hurt anymore, but they do not know how much Jokai hated the world and how dirty his hands were (because he just sat at the top, undeserving of the title)

Technically, the entire story is that of Carolines and then her raised "step-"son Grizz - and the offspring of his, Irisviel. Irisviel being the one to wage war on the gods, ending Modern Heaven.

The POINT of Modern Heaven is to teach people of the things I, personally, didn't know and of the suffering brought by everyday life and how some people may be able to find meaning in said suffering - essentially a study in absurdism.

Someone needs to represent cynisism; denial; naiveté; pacifism; communism; depression; tyrantysm - and last, but not least, the actual guide through such an answer - someone, who has realized who they are, not only personally, but in the grand scheme of things. It needs to be someone who has realized what they want and actively work towards it, accepting their faults and mistakes, using them to improve and make purpose to their life and to their words and actions. I think the latter could be Caroline.

At first, Jokai tried to befriend Akira, as they were both the same person - though, when Akira spilled the beans about Joseph still being alive, Jokai decided to find him. He did, during the takedown of HLLE and then killed him, which made Akira hate Jokai, making Akira bent on getting revenge.

The government of Modern Heaven is chosen by the people, but otherwise its an Oligarchy.

Jokai has two katana, which he keeps, handle faced to the right (just because he's a weeb lol)

Caroline will be faced with unbelievable amounts of grief and denial - to a point where she blindfolds herself to live in an imaginary world, where she can convince herself that Akira is alive - during one of these "delusional episodes" she is confronted with a grown up Grizz, who attempts to break her out of the delusion, even if he realizes that the one who must do that is herself, because only the individual can rid themselves of their faults. Eventually, she heals from the death of Akira and accepts it.

Therefore, Jokai has 2 katana, Joseph has 2 ninja swords (not bent) with multi-purpose things in them (making them easier to break, but also making the sword itself multi-purpose, like having it used as a ladder) and Grizz uses his staff as a spear.

Theres no communication between the gods and humanity. Also, just wanted to throw this out there, a wolf could represent one of the people working in Quindecim, or perhaps, Quindecim itself, as in baltic mythology, wolves are smart, but not to be trusted. A good english example would be "a wolf in a sheeps clothing".

Also during the final conforntation between Jokai and Akira (and all of Akiras friends who are still alive, after Caroline was hospitalized), Caroline will fly high in the air to represent a Phoenix, which represents the rebirth of the story, making clear that Caroline is the true protagonist (not the main character, Akira) and the way the story is headed. Jokai will be reborn, realizing his sins after killing Akira and being hit with the blast from a mighty phoenix, courtesy of Caroline, and Grizz will be the next to carry the title of a main character, being the son of Jokai. Later in chapter 2, Connie will give birth to Irisviel, the one to kill gods in the last chapter.

In Modern Heavens V-World, there is a made-up chemical element, which is a metal, that has a melting temperature of 1°C, but if it reacts with electricity, it turns into a solid, which can not be molten - the element, when solid, has properties similar to diamonds. Depending on the amount of electricity applied, it can be softer or more solid. That also means that with a low input of electricity, it can react like really thick gum. It is found because of how small the world is. There are new elements in the elementary particles, is what im saying. It originates from the crystals mined in that world. You can also find it inside the inhabitants of any world. It is submissive to the source of origin - hence why people have different colors and different elements as "abilities"

This explains Xeno and what the "magic" people use is really made of.

Also also, the reason why Akira and Jokai both have immense amounts of power in the start is because everyone who got in the world without The Messenger had saved their real life energy from foods and such - that also means natural disasters where people spawn in and their powers are let loose isn't all that uncommon.

Power tier list:

Anything white (pure)

Anything black (impure collaboration of everything)

Pink - Side effect (Poison, acid, burning, coldness)

Green - Power, physical (healing, growth boost)

Yellow - Cosmic (time, gravity)

Purple - Manipulation (of matter and/or magic, with space limits)

Red - Manipulation (of people, with time limits)

Blue - Hyperintelligence, foresight

Cyan - Matter manipulation

Orange - Explosivity (strong orange would be able to control the weather, weak would be able to pick rubble up and throw it)

Water - Manipulate all water (god tier) or change the humidity of the air

Creation - Can manipulate most materials or specific ones (and efinitely the made-up material)

Fire - fully fledged flames or heat control

Nature - create some sort of (resembelance of) life

Electricity - (High) charge electricity in body or outside of body, can charge up, released on users wish

The chapter after Akira's death focuses on Jokai - realizing his mistakes, being challenged mentally, having to cope with his past and protect Caroline. The latter proves to be his final test of character - he has to fight Irisviel, alongside Caroline (which also reminds her of Akira, because, after all, Jokai is Akira)

As for Irisviels battles - she is basically overpowered to the point of ridicule, because she's able to take on god's head on in a one-to-one battle, unarmed.

"I love being in nature, it reminds me of simpler times, when me and my friends used to go outside, not a worry about a thing in the world, free of a digital grasp"

"... I never had such a life."

(Akira

Caroline)

Job infrastructure with tiers (5 tiers, increasing with responsibility - leaders have 1 tier above employees (6th tier for ultra responsible people)) 

Jokai wants Joseph to die and sends subordinates his way (Grizz and Saki) who are fended off by Akira and Caroline, because Joseph rarely ever hangs out with them.

Joseph should show signs of having a few screws loose in the start of the story.

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Modern heaven

1. Land of Common (common japanese shōnen show)

2. Land of Greed (horror fiction)

3. Land of Lust 

4. Land of Myth (Inscryption-ish)

5. Land of Gluttony (creating Void due to itself being placed between wars of gods and gluttonous people) (land of the rich, idk any good reference - government maybe)

6. Land of Void (self-reflection) (re:zeroique)

7. Land of God (tales of the Bible, death of Akira)

7 layers of hell

7 sins

7 continents

Each layer cast gets larger

They get closer to truth

Closer to hell

To enter heaven you must go through hell

What is hell without heaven

What is bad if you know not good

Connie and Jokai in the Café

Connies mind-reading cut off by horde of fans confronting Jokai

Connie barely manages to escape without being noticed

Jokai is like Gojo in the sense that he has perfected his technique (in the end he has complete control over knockback - so much so that he can alternate between abilities)

Caroline and Akira discover a lot about the largest monopoly(which is also tied to the government, healthcare, etc) (that company being HLLE)

Said company didnt start out malicious, but to help the people, they manipulated a small village of "low-lifes" near the mountain of creation, which is located on the land of gods. Those people have powers like Luke. 

You know how colors have their reverse colors?

You know the feeling when you dream but you wake up but you keep imagining the dream so you cant tell if youre awake or dreaming?

Basically imagining so hard you have lost touch with reality

So

That

In Modern Heaven

Creating the reverse color effect for the user

So basically because Akira has been a shutin for some time and he IS in his teenage years i thought of a character flaw he could have which would make a lot of things more tragic and Saki more understandable

So basically Akira is easy-to-get, which would mean, for example, that he is a simp for any slightly attractive woman who shows even a little interest in him, which would make him, for example, "spend a night" with Saki before, lets say, Caroline and Akira were realizing that they werent just FWB (not explicitly stated but hinted at enough so mature readers could understand). Creating both inner conflict in Akira, more guilt for the death of Saki and a real reason for Akira and Caroline not to be together at the end of the Akira Phase of the story

Melido, obviously, isn't the only one to come from the third level of universes (MH being 3. and real life being 4.) There are multiple other angels such as him too.

Irisviel wants to destroy what Melido has founded - a society based on magic "taking poor souls into a new reality and giving them a false new shot at life" because it destroyed any potential they had in real life and depressed the people who cared for them.

During the war with gods, old Jokai and Caroline should die. Thw only last person to represent what Modern Heaven used to be is Grizz (one of the five main characters from the first chapter), who should end up dying, to symbolize the birth of a new Modern Heaven and the death of the old system.

Melido is afraid of the other angels and thats why he pulls people from the fourth layer of reality, not the second.

Melido likes painting (and creativity in general) and before the end of the last chapter (where Irisviel brings down the gods) Melido's old "friends" from his universe come to "visit".

"My power (color) is black, like all the colors in a painting, mixed into one." He said, completely sure he's secluded in what he calls "home" - yet a voice interrupted that thought:

"And ours is all the light (colors), blended into one, old friend"

Everything about the gods was destroyed.

"0" came and (nearly) destroyed this planet, forcing the inhabitants to retreat into the mountains of America. 

People who still live, have no imagination, but MH ends on a scene of a person starting to make cave art.

After all this, a missing poster is shown, as the end of Modern Heaven, the tale of a young boy, who was lost.

"Don't try to change the rules of the world, when you want to bring everyone else with you. Everyone sees the world differently and you cannot change that. They must join you with their own consent and understanding." 

Saki deals with envy, specifically, she envies others around her, since starting from when she was little, she never noticed the things she was good at and was, instead, envious of her little sister, Miki. Eventually she was envious of Caroline for "taking" Akira away from her. Then she transforms her body into that of a mechanical one and develops depersonalization- derealization disorder (see: google).

Decim is revived by Grizz and then instantly gets "Sweet Manipulation" from Saki, turning him into a troublesome enemy against Akira and Caroline, but after a long battle and an unfair disadvantage (for Grizz) of Decim being an Undead person, with a weakened structure and a manipulation effect on, Akira and Caroline manage to beat him, Caroline being the one to best Decim.

Grizz is tasked with overcoming self-hatred from getting bullied for having healing magic and being crushed by his parents expectations. Jokai offers a way to deal with both, offering a crystal AND The Golden Skull, which is located in The Mountain, where Decim was buried, that he gets to keep IF he beats Jokai and whoever defends him. Grizz gives his best to kill them and with a little help from Saki, he almost succeeds in taking out Akira, but, well, he does not. Akira and Caroline have a long talk with the kid as the kid is being sent to court to be judged. After being in jail for some time, he is more or less submissive to Akira and Caroline, while also being less depressed and rather pleased with his abilities.

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Joseph is part of the Allagés family, who has been living in “Modern Heaven” for 2 generations. His Originator, William, made his way to the program via his addiction to the newly-released technology called “the microwave”. As he was experimenting with the newfound technology, he made a mistake that would forever change his life. William, like any other man who has set foot to the project, was baffled by what had happened to him. In the space he found himself in were, to him, an astounding amount of other individuals. Him and the other residents of this realm were the founders of the society as we will get to know it in Modern Heaven. Joseph’s mother and father were, to his grandfather’s disappointment, just a few ordinary cogs in the machine. His mother was nothing but a regular house-wife and his father, an electrician. Yet, despite the normality of his predecessors, Joseph was a very special man.

The boy grew up in a neighbourhood with many people who possessed remarkable skills with their abilities, specifically those of supernatural origin. In those terms, Joseph was quite the late bloomer, as he found himself unable to deal with things he didn’t understand. Nevertheless, when he awakened to his powers, he was introduced to blue energy.

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Jokai did not sacrifice anything and was punished for it by God

Akira, on the other hand, did sacrifice

Jokai is like Cain and Akira is like Abel

He who has the "why" can bear any "how"

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Akira Jokai

This is the main character of phase 1 and 2, hopefully explained in one of my infinite docs about this.

Diane Callahan had an interesting video about fleshing out characters, and for my own memorys sake, ill apply this here.

MEMORIES

Something happy that Akira remembers is from his past life – his mother, his father and his older brother. They loved him to bits and for who he was. Granted, his parents didn’t always know what to do and his brother wasn’t always available, but Akira could understand and forgive that to them. His mom and dad were a bit too soft on Akira, though and he wound up spending most of his free time online, eventually holing up in his room. His parents still loved him, though. But it was a mistake for them to enable this sort of behavior. This causes some form of entitlement and also loneliness – because akira was so used to being loved and with those he loves that its hard for him to readjust. Akira needs to learn to open up again in this new world. Fortunately, Caroline is a good starting point for that

Something sad Akira remembers is that one day, his older brother was knocked out in the middle of a drug exchange – his brother the dealer and some punks the receivers. That was all it took to ruin his brothers promising career and to put him in a wheelchair. Due to this, Akira fears the underworld, the mafia, the people behind the black curtains, whatever you want to call it. He is afraid of that, which is unknown.

(NOTE FOR LATER: THIS IS WHY JOKAI, AFTER THE BATTLE WITH JOSEPH, WOULD TAKE A SIMILAR ROLE, DIVING HEAD FIRST INTO THE UNDERWORLD, MAKING HIS WAY TO THE BOTTOM UP AND STARTING TO ASSASSINATE EVERYONE WHO ACTS WRONG ACCORDING TI HIS OWN COMPASS  AN INTERESTING INTERACTION WOULD BE IF ONE OF SAID PUNKS ENDED UP IN MH AND RECOGNIZED AKIRA AS A YOUNGER BROTHER AND STARTED SMACKING BACK HOW HIS OLDER BRO WAS NO BETTEE AND NOW JOKAI IS HERE, MURDERING PEOPLE. WOULD ALSO SHOW THE TRAUMA THE KID GOT FROM PARALYZING THE BROTHER.)

Something Akira keeps a sercet is his past life, he refuses to talk about it and only the viewer can piece it together, if they pay any attention to the story (plus he is ashamed of his lazy, inactive lifestyle at the end, which goes to show, in the start, where he is relatively unfit). But because that’s some pretty lazy stuff, something mysterious is the reason he holed up in the first place. Something that makes him feel like a hypocrite is the fact that he is convinced he had killed someone. A student, completely by accident. He had a single best friend, someone close to him, like a brother. One day they went exploring in a “haunted house” of sorts, something really old and waiting to fall apart. While they were preparing to make a low budget low effort video onto their social media channel about a challenge teens would do all over the world, he put some small rubble in his friends shoes as a prank, pretty harmless, just annoying. Little would Akira know that it would become fatal for his friend, as when they were in the middle of said challenge, the floor under them started collapsing and his friend couldn’t get his shoes on, so he just threw them away, but the small lag of time behind Akira was enough for the (icy) floor to crack and give. All Akira could hear was a gasp, a thump and something equivalent to a stabbing sound, but more woody. Ice and rubble making noise, as Akira fled the scene.

Due to all this, Akira wants to evade causing as much trouble as possible (but progresses, slowly realizing he should prioritize himself first and foremost). Jokai, having neglected the trauma, thinking he has overcome it, “accepts his fate, blaming it on God that it is his fate to just be a murderer, a man who takes lives and that destiny was just predetermined to be the way it is.

When questioned about it, Akira would shut down, to his own bubble, starting to fidget and overflow with guilt, although depending on the part of the story, he might just have a more serious tone than before or might just become less talkative. At the end he has come to peace with it.

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[quirkyasfok]

What if like the bnha series was an in canon thing. Like in the future a company came to Deku asking to make a manga/anine about his life (ofs is no longer a secret do to shit going down), and after talking to his friends and family (and getting their permission cuz u know he would) he agrees to it.

And like Bakugou knew he was going to get some backlash for the bullying and his shit attitude and he was fine with that... Deku and him had talked and come to terms on that shit years ago, but... what he wasnt expecting was his entire fanbase and everyone around him to start referring to him as Kacchan and only Kacchan

And he has like a total kick ass hero name too but no

He is now only Kacchan

He's so fucking pissed about it

[i-draws-dinosaurs]

David Armsby’s ‘Old Buck’: A Review

So by now most of you are probably aware of the short film Old Buck by David Armsby (AKA Dead Sound) that came out today and has singlehanded become one of the best pieces of dinosaur media I have ever seen in my life. I haven’t really done a review-format-type-thing before but this really make me want to give it a shot. So, in advance, my short review is that this film is absolutely incredible, and you should all go and watch it a million times over like I have. Now, to say that in a much more long-winded way!

I’ve been a fan of Dead Sound for years, ever since I was introduced to his first dinosaur short Sharp Teeth, which is the precursor to this series in a lot of ways. I’m also a huge fan of his Autodale series, set in a dark retrofuturistic dystopian world, that slowly uncovers the mechanisms behind why the world is the way it is and who is secretly pulling the strings.

Old Buck tonally and visually feels like a direct successor to Sharp Teeth, exploring similar themes and being presented in a similar way, but as great as Sharp Teeth is I feel like Old Buck is in every way more mature and superior to its predecessor.

Visually the film is absolutely spectacular. I’m always a complete sucker for a limited colour palette and the blues and greys and pinks that Armsby has chosen are stunning. Trans Rights Styracosaurus is beautiful and I love it. His modelling and texturing of the animals has gotten more and more detailed over the years he’s been making films, but they still retain a lovely simplicity and stylisation that works fantastically with the unshaded flat coloured style.

The dinosaurs are, simply put, absolutely top notch. These are unreservedly the best dinosaurs I have ever seen on film. The protagonist Old Buck is absolutely overflowing with character without ever being overly anthropomorphised, with the broken horn, plant-matted horns and scars making him feel old and weathered and worn but still full of strength and steel. 

I genuinely tried to come up with enough nitpicks to fill a paragraph in this review and I do not have enough! That is just how well Armsby has done his research, and while there’s a couple things I personally might have done differently that is 100% an art style thing, and has nothing to do with accuracy or scientific validity. Just,,, wow these dinosaurs are so good.

There’s also some wonderful variation between members of the same species in the Styracosaurus, with different arrangements and forms of horn and different colour patterns, which must have been so much extra work to put in but it’s so worth it. It makes them feel like a group of individual and varied animals.

The way that the dinosaurs are treated within the frame of the story is fantastic too, and it’s one of my favourite things about Armsby’s work in general. He often includes running themes of nature being neither benevolent nor malevolent, that there are no heroes or villains in nature, simply animals trying to survive. The Old Buck is our protagonist, but he is not the Hero. The rival male is the antagonist who opposes the Old Buck, but he is not the Villain, nor are the Daspletosaurus that watch from the sidelines.

Another thing I absolutely love is the decision to not have any narration. Sharp Teeth had a poem as narration, and while that poem is great I think removing any narration for Old Buck was absolutely the right choice to make. It lets the visual storytelling stand on its own, and that visual storytelling is lovely. I particularly like the part where the rival male uses the same move on his first opponent and on the Old Buck, but when he attempts to use it a third time Old Buck has learned from it and changes his strategy, turning the tide of the fight. That’s the kind of thing that could have been made blatantly obvious with narration, but the visuals are strong enough that they do not need it and the film is absolutely better for that!

Speaking of visuals, I’m just gonna end this review off with some of the absolutely stunning cinematography and composition in this short because if me gushing about it for 700 words hasn’t convinced you to watch it then you should at least see how insanely pretty this film is. This was all made by one person by the way.

So yeah, this is an absolutely stunning and beautiful outing for David Armsby’s Dinosauria series. Everything about it is such a breath of fresh air that dinosaur media desperately needs, and I am beyond hyped for the next instalment!