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ga-yuu · 3 years ago

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~Kurama~Main Story Chapter 12~

Chapter 11

------Part 1------

Kurama: "You're the silversmith, right? Come on, work for me."

Old man: "Wh-Who....Who are you?!!?!!?!"

A small old man, who had been sitting alone at the hearth, looked up at Kurama with his soulless eyes.

Kurama: "Don't answer my question with a question, you fool."

(Oh god! He is going to kill the old man!)

Old man: "Uwaa...."

I quickly intervene between Kurama and the old man, who is frightened by the look in his eyes that he is about to shoot him.

Yoshino: "Sorry for that! We were introduced to you by Sueharu-san. Are you Heikichiro-san?"

Heikichiro: "I'm Heikichiro, but....I don't know anyone who goes by the name Sueharu."

Kurama: "Do you know Kichiji Kaneuri?"

Heikichiro: "....! You mean that big merchant....! So you're the one who wanted to pay for my works..."

Sighing, the old man turns to Kurama.

Heikichiro: "Then you must have already known about me. I won't be taking on any more orders. Sorry for the trouble, but my reply is the same. I would like to ask you to leave."

Kurama: "Do you wanna die?"

Heikichiro(scared): "......Nn.."

Yoshino: "Kurama!!"

Heikichiro-san shivered, but barely withstood the glare of Kurama's eyes.

(But Kurama won't be happy until he gets what he wants.)

(I have to talk to Heikichiro-san somehow.)

Yoshino: "We were wondering if you could tell us why? We heard that Heikichiro-san is a very skilled craftsman. It's strange that someone like that doesn't get any work at all...."

After a moment of silence, Heikichiro-san opens his mouth.

Heikichiro: "It's a stubborn old man's decision. It's just that I'm tired. No matter how much care you put into your designs, the customer only sees the value of the silver. ‘We'll give you more money and next time you'll make something that looks more expensive’ is what they say...it is a pity that the work is kept in hand only for the sake of self-aggrandizement."

(I didn't know that was possible...I guess that's the trouble with making expensive goods.)

Kurama: "I don't know what you mean, but there's no pity or happiness in what's been made."

Heikichiro: "....I don't think you and I are on the same page."

(Oh no, it's getting worse!)

Heikichiro: "If you don't care and just want to get paid, you might as well quit your job."

Yoshino: "Um...I'm a pharmacist, so my job is completely different, but I do understand a little bit of what you're saying..."

Heikichiro: "......."

Kurama looks down at me with his arms folded in silence as if he has decided to remain quiet for a while.

Yoshino: "I have been advised to give priority to the well-off over the poor. We can charge the rich more for our medicines. That's what we should do if we want to be efficient as a business."

Heikichiro: "....Then what happened?"

Yoshino: "I couldn't do it. I think it's one way to divide up the work....I became a pharmacist not just to make money, but to help others who are hurting. I felt that if I forgot that, I would lose sight of my purpose and I would change."

(I knew there was an easier way. But still...)

Yoshino: "----I wanted to be a pharmacist who was proud of who he was."

There was a small silence in the hut as a quiet voice told them.

Kurama: "......................."

Heikichiro: "-----I see."

After a moment, I sigh and look straight into Heikichiro-san's eyes.

Yoshino: "If you feel that Heikichiro-san is not able to produce his work with the same attention to detail....Surely now is not the right time to make one."

Kurama: "Hey you, didn't you come here to persuade him?"

-------Part 2------

Kurama: "Hey you, didn't you come here to persuade him?"

(That's true, but....)

I was troubled when I compared the faces of Kurama and Heikichiro-san.

(I think it takes a lot of determination to not shake your head even with the weight of Kurama on your shoulders.)

(After all, I don't think he can make something good if he's forced to make it.)

Yoshino: "We won't force you to do it. But it's shame we won't be able to see the work that's been done with such care. Can you show us any of your past work if you have it?"

Heikichiro: "........ Yeah, of course."

Heikichiro-san heads for a shelf in the corner of the room, showing some hesitation.

Then, from the back of the room, he took out a few items that were carefully inserted in a paulownia box..."

Kurama: ".....!!"

Kurama's eyes widened slightly as the items were carefully wiped down with a cloth.

Yoshino: "Wow, it's really beautiful.... I've never seen anything so finely woven."

(....Kurama is also watching them very intently.)

After a few moments, his mouth quietly opened.

Kurama: "----It's brilliant glow. Does it change its appearance according to the type, intensity, and angle of light?"

Heikichiro: "! That's right. It's made with an unusual process."

Kurama: "I don't care about the process."

Heikichiro: "Mm.."

Yoshino: "Ku-Kurama!"

Kurama's attention was caught by an involuntary interruption.

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1. I asked him for more details...

2. The process is important...

3. Not in that way...(+4/+4)

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Yoshino: "That's no way to talk about work that someone's taken seriously."

Kurama: "What a strange woman you are to lecture me."

Kurama's fingers glided softly over the silversmith's work as he answered in a cumbersome tone.

Kurama: "You don't need to know the process, you just need to see the finished product. It's unique."

Heikichiro: "....!"

I heard Heikichiro-san gasp at the quiet tone of voice and the heat in his eyes.

(Ah! Kurama is acknowledging a human!)

Kurama: "But, it's not enough."

His red eyes, which absorb the glitter of the silversmith's work and take on a strange light, look at Heikichiro-san.

Kurama: "What I want from you is a light I've never seen before. A light that delights my eyes. If you have hands, you can work. Forget about all the nonsense you've been hearing and do what you’re good at."

Heikichiro: "I...I've never had anyone order me around like that before..."

(That was my first impression too....)

Heikichiro-san murmurs in confusion.

Heikichiro: "But strangely enough, I can't smell any falsehood from you. He seems to have the most arrogant attitude in the world, ....yet his fingertips are so gentle on the silverwork."

Kurama: "I value what I find valuable."

As Kurama stepped closer, Heikichiro-san stepped back as if under pressure.

Kurama: "I've heard that you can't make something good if you force it. Then answer me, silversmith."

---------Part 3----------

Kurama: "I've heard that you can't make something good if you force it. Then answer me, silversmith. What do I need to do to make these hands work? A golden workbench, a silk robe, or even....I will arrange the heads of those who have defiled your work in a circle around this house.”

(....He’s not threatening. But he’s serious.)

Heikichiro-san’s face turns pale as if he sensed the presence of an inhuman being.

(That look on his face, he’s not just scared.)

(....Because of how much Kurama really approves his work.)

Heikichiro-san, who had been gazing at Kurama in fascination, muttered to himself.

Heikichiro: “Who...are you?”

Kurama: “Kurama. That’s all you need to know.”

After a moment of silence, Heikichiro-san let out a long breath as if he had made up his mind.

Heikichiro: “....If I could have some time. I’m sure you’ll get what you want. I’d like you to pay for it at that time.”

( Heikichiro-san!!)

Kurama: “All right. But if you can’t make me something I like, I’ll cut your head off. Be prepared.”

Yoshino; “I told you to not threaten people. Sorry for that, Heikichiro-san. I’ll be cheering you on from the shadows....”

Heikichiro: “Thank you very much. I’m a bit confused myself, but I’ll do my best.”

Kurama: “I was telling the truth, not threatening.”

Heikichiro: “Hahahaha. I hope so...”

(It’s okay, Heikichiro-san...)

But despite the cold sweat on his face, Heikichiro-san had a smile on his lips.

.......................

Yoshino: “At any rate, I’m glad he took our order.”

Kurama: “I had intended to make him accepted by any means necessary, but you have done better than I expected.”

(Kurama, looks like he’s in a good mood.)

As night falls, we walk down the corridor back to the Rebel house.

(I’m also looking forward to the completion of Heikichiro-san ‘s work.)

Above all, Heikichiro-san, who had stopped being a silversmith through sad resignation.

I’m excited by the fact that he can rekindle his passion.

(But that’s not all. Why am I so happy now?)

I glanced at the profile of Kurama as we walked side by side, and our eyes met as if he had sensed it.

Kurama: “What’s with that loose face?”

Yoshino(blushing): “Hm?”

(Oh dear. Did I make too many expressions?)

Yoshino(blushing): “Nothing!!”

I was still wondering where the thread of my broken thought was going, but I couldn’t put it into words so I faked it.

Kurama: “-----Well, I’m feeling so good today that I’m willing to overlook your little feelings. Your room is here.”

Yoshino(blushing): “Mm, yes.”

(Really, we were there before you knew it.)

Stopping in front of the room that was assigned to me, Kurama casually opens the sliding door.

Then, with his other hand, he easily pulled me to him and pushed me easily into the room.

(Eh?.... Hey!!)

Kurama came in after me and closed the doors behind him.

Yoshino(blushing): “Why are you coming in.....?”

Kurama: “Did you forget? I told you, I’d reward you. After you helped me, we’ll continue what we did yesterday.”

---------Part 4-------

Kurama: “After you helped me, we’ll continue what we did yesterday.”

Yoshino(blushing): “Ah.......”

(I totally forgot about that!)

The memory of being touched so badly comes back to me and my skin feels hot.

In a darkened room, Kurama stared at me.

Yoshino(blushing): “No, no,. Just getting out there is reward enough!”

Kurama(evil smile): “Don’t be shy. I’ll give you as much as you want.”

Kurama laughed like a ferocious beast when he saw me backing away.

Kurama: “There’s something more intriguing when I see you running away. Don’t move!”

(.....Ehhh)

Suddenly, Kurama’s eyes clashed with a mysterious light.

The words sink into my body as if they had mass.

(I can’t move!?)

Yoshino: “What are you doing....!!?”

Kurama: “It’s just a 'Kotodama’. Just the rudiments of spell application. Yoshitsune would be able to disarm this level on his own, but I doubt that you can.”

(You mean you’re using your curse power. If that’s the case, I’ll use the power of the nine-tail fox to....!)

The moment I focus my attention.

Yoshino: “Ah....”

Kurama suddenly touches the nape of my neck.

Kurama: “What’s the matter, Yoshino?”

Slowly, but with a clear intention, his fingertips traced the lines of my body.

Kurama: “You can’t handle the power of the spell in a human capacity. Didn’t Tamamo teach you that much?”

Yoshino: “If you know, then stop that hand!!!”

Kurama: “WHy should I follow your orders?”

Yoshino(blushing): “Haaa....Mmm....”

----The earlobe has been bitten so that the core of the head is debauched.

(Mm....I can’t move, so I can’t escape the stimulus.)

Yoshino(blushing): “Ahh...this is...cowardly...”

Kurama:” I don’t think it’s cowardly to use the powers available to you, but you’re right...it’s not fun. ‘You’re allowed to move.”

(........!)

As soon as I felt my body lighten up, I recoiled and fell off my feet.

Kurama: “I’ve given you permission but you still can’t move a muscle.”

Kurama laughs deep in his throat as he supports my body with one hand without difficulty.

A sweet sensation crawls up my spine as my hips are traced.

Yoshino(blushing): “Mmm....Let...go....”

Kurama: “Fine.”

(Yikes!!)

My body loses support and falls down.

Before I could stand up again, Kurama covered me.

Kurama: “I lifted the spell because it’s more amusing to hunt you down and see you struggle.”

Yoshino(blushing): “W-Wait...”

(This is absolutely outrageous!)

I resisted and pushed back his chest.

Yoshino(blushing): “It’s a reward, isn’t it? For me? If that’s the case, I don’t think it’s right to push me to do anything.”

Kurama: “...Really? I had forgotten such trifles as I watched you writhe in your misery.”

(How arrogant!)

Yoshino: “If it’s a reward, why don’t you do me a favor once in a while?”

Kurama: “...Try me.”

(Let me see....)

Yoshino: “Let’s talk! Yes, let’s talk!”

Kurama: “Talk? Right now?”

Yoshino: “Yes, but not like this....properly, like two individuals.”

I was pushed down, and somehow my words spun out of control.

(I don’t know what I’m saying about talking in this situation.)

Kurama: “What is it? Is there something on your mind?”

-------Part 5-------

Kurama: “What is it? Is there something on your mind?”

Yoshino: “Mm?”

(Ah, you’re ready to listen to me?)

I was about to ask Kurama to move out of the way when he dutifully stopped.

Kurama: “If not, I’ll do what I want.”

Yoshino: “Yes! Yes!!”

(Something. Think of something...)

As I struggled to get my head around it, I suddenly understood a question that had been nagging at me.

Yoshino: “Today was the first time I thought I saw Kurama speaking to a human normally.”

Kurama: “So? What about it?”

Yoshino: “For Kurama, strength is the only thing that counts. Isn’t that right?”

Kurama: “Of course.”

Yoshino: “But today Kurama acknowledged Heikichiro-san and treated him as a silversmith. That’s what I was wondering.”

Kurama: “He’s a man who works for me. That’s what makes him different from the rest of the mediocre ants.”

Yoshino: “....that's it?”

(I wondered if Kurama had any other criteria for recognizing human beings other than strength and weakness.)

(What is it that makes me wish that?)

(Heikichiro-san was so happy to be recognized by Kurama....)

Kurama: “What are you trying to say?”

Yoshino: “Humans are really just weak creatures to Kurama, right?”

Kurama: “They’re weak and inexplicable.”

Kurama, his eyebrows raised slightly, answered my question without pause.

Kurama: “He has a gift of having hands that make things shine, but he throws them away and laments in vain. And then for reasons unknown to me, he suddenly becomes motivated.”

Yoshino: “You mean Heikichiro-san, right?”

Kurama: “When I think of it, not only the silversmith, but all the soldiers are creatures of contradiction. One minute they’re getting along with each other and the next moment they’re killing each other. After killing, they cry over the fact that they just killed their friend. Even Yoshitsune. He risked his life for the mere sentimentality of the master-servant bond, and was driven by the unseen love and hate to his brother.”

(A lot of contradictions? That’s for sure.)

Yoshino: “But I’m sure that’s the strength of a person.”

Kurama: “What?”

Yoshino: “I think we’re all contradictory, we’re all lost, we’re all suffering, but we’re moving on.”

Kurama: “It is the work of a fool to take a long way round to reach his destination.”

Yoshino: “Instead of having wings that can fly you to your destination like Kurama, or the power to kill an enemy with a single blow. Humans value their beliefs and the bonds they have with those around them.”

(Even Kurama is really....)

Yoshino: “Isn’t that why you didn’t take Yoshitsune’s life right away, because you knew that? Because if he really wanted his soul, Kurama could have taken it without question.”

Kurama: “I don’t get it. I don’t understand you.”

Yoshino: “I want to understand Kurama.”

My heart trembles at the danger of the answer that slipped out of my mouth.

(Not as enemies, nor as a demon...)

(It would be nice if Kurama and I could talk to each other as just beings. I think so, but....)

It clearly crossed the line of being a prisoner.

Kurama: “................”

There is a distinct irritation in Kurama’s eyes as he looks down at me.

(Ah)

Kurama: “Shut up now.”

A hand was placed on my neck, followed by a cold glare.

Kurama: “I must have been mistaken in thinking you were in any way interesting.”

(Even though he didn’t use Kotodama.)

(I can’t move.)

No matter how close I feel to him, I’m sure I’ll never get used to the intimidation that Kurama gives off.

I knew it in my bones.

Kurama: “Understanding is an emotion that does not contribute strength. Will you still be able to think like that when you’re overtaken?”

Chapter 13

#ikemen series #ikemen genjiden #ikemen genjiden kurama #ikemen mc #otome #cybird #cybird ikemen #cybird otome #main story translations

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sieglindegrimm · 4 years ago

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Clara’s lines! (updated)

Finally updated them! and wow did she come a long way, all the way from @muffinrecord‘s post to one of my most fridge-horrific meguca yet! maybe the most horrific if you look in her lore. But for now please enjoy her lines! I’ll be doing her gameplay shortly! just need her stats as i have 95% done!

Self Introduction 1: Why hello there! They call me "The skeleton queen" but you, my sweet child, may call me Clara Blake! Come and sit for a while, I promise I won't rattle your… bones!

Self Introduction 2: They call me “The skeleton queen” for a reason, dear. As for said reason… I honestly have no clue! Heh… I don’t remember doing anything besides my usual flair I swear! Not like you know anything yet, do you, dear~

Story Chapter End 1: “Sorry dear, I only wished for mine to be gone!” Story Chapter End 2: “I still wonder… How did they go from a turnip to a pumpkin?” Story Chapter End 3: “I thought I’d never have to think about her again…”

Story Select 1: I swear I didn’t do anything! This time of course... Story Select 2: Ohohoho~ Of course my wish was so exponential! How else do I get this power? Story Select 3: No wonder I called her that, with how vicious they are it was a given. Story Select 4: Do you think i could move the wheels on a dullahan’s cart? They’re made of femurs after all! Story Select 5: I promised Janet I’d eat lunch with her today! Just need to check in at the front desk first! Story Select 6: Okay but why a turnip? Is that what he had on hand? No wonder they call him stingy!

Strengthening Complete: More bones means more to bend! Tell me, how many do you have? Strengthening Max: The answer is 206 bones! Even the small ones can be bent! Or even shattered! A~ hahaha~

Episode Level Up: Oh my, want to know more do you? Well you know how I keep my own skeletons...

Magical Release 1: If there were a griffon witch would I be eaten? Un-fucking-likely! Magical Release 2: Do you ever feel so much pain that you just want to… wish it away? Magical Release 3: Awww… Those cowards took everything and threw it out the window… Who wouldn’t want to have such an amazing weapon? A~ hahaha~

Magia Level Up: If you want me gone then just hit me with gold! No? Aww, such a coward!

Awaken 1: My my my my~ You’re one good skeleton! Tell me, would you like to feel your- Oh right! Gotta… be civil... Awaken 2: A skeleton army! Just imagine how powerful I’d be with even a battalion! Oh my how exhilarating! Awaken 3: Would you join my skeleton army? Oh don’t worry! I’ll make sure to remember it’s your’s! Although I don't think there’s a return date...

First Login: Aren’t you a sight to see? I would say it’s nice to see you but with what I’ve been doing… Tell me, how long does it take for a shattered bone to heal? I’d say around 7 weeks yes? Why do I ask? Oh… Nothing! Just wanted to secure a seed!

Login (Morning): Morning already? I swore it was night only 5! Well… I need to get more rest apparently huh? A~ Anyway it’s time to start on today apparently! I’ll go check on Janet to make sure she’s still asleep! She needs it more than I.

Login (Noon): I’m meeting with the selkie for lunch today! With how much time we’re together I’m surprised she- well then again if any of us were to ask I’d say I would! Her girls definitely see it, not sure if she sees my side though...

Login (Evening): Around now I always feel unsettled. I don’t know if it’s because of her or just some weird atmosphere thing. I’d honestly say both but when I think about her I always feel like my gem could darken...

Login (Night): Sometimes, when Janet can’t sleep, I usually turn on a show for us to watch together. Heh… She always loves when I put on crashbox for her. And once she falls asleep I can watch some of mine, well, if they ever bothered to get stuff correct… ugh, how the mighty have fallen.

Login (Other): What time is it now? What are you doing just sitting around here? Well, either way I~ am off to see that selkie chick again! Considering her and Janet are let’s say… 95 or so percent of my impulse control, it's no wonder she’s such an angel!

Login (AP Full): My my it’s time to hunt again! Janet’s been helping a whole lot, maybe I can go solo and get some for her? She always wants to accompany me but with her stamina I always end up protecting her more than getting the witch but… I just can’t leave her… we were both hurt there...

Login (BP Full): Interesting… I might take Janet with me to investigate! Maybe then I can see what's happening in there! Oh and maybe I can practice some new moves! A~ hahaha! I’m sure the selkie would have some qualms though… I just hope I don’t run into… Her...

Tap 1: I've been wondering, if my ability let's me move bones, could I possibly also shatter them with just a snap? Hmm…

Tap 2: Perfect timing! Say, do you know where my hat is? No not the one on my actual outfit, my regular hat! No? Well shi~ per...

Tap 3: That selkie, how does she keep me on that trail? Tell me, is she a wild goose chase? Or… Maybe something perfect?

Tap 4: It’s already time for Janet’s check-up again! With how much she hates that place why doesn't she just burn it do- Ah am I slipping again?

Tap 5: Is it overkill if I were to use another girl to smack a familiar? Then again I only know a few strong enough to do that… Good thing one of them’s on my side! heh...

Tap 6: So put your best face on everybody! Pretend you know this song! A~ hahaha~ I so do love that song, such flair!

Tap 7: Although the skeleton queen has been my title even before I met Janet, so much change has been because of that little bug! I can’t thank her enough...

Tap 8: How many years has it been since she- Oh! I didn’t see you! Tell me~ If you run across someone with a skinned ballgown you promise to not mention me, yes? Thank you~

Tap 9: Why is it that nobody listens when you tell them about pain? They listen for SO much! Grades, places, even people! But pain… No wonder Janet’s like that!

Battle Start: A~ hahahaha~ The skeletons from your closet are here to play!~

Battle Victory 1: C’mon! You know she deserved her bones bent! Battle Victory 2: I didn't break anyone's bones too bad this time, Ellie~! Battle Victory 3: Tell me, how many bones can you break at once? Would you like me to show you?

Doppel: That Jack’s lantern! Dying: Ah- my back!

#my meguca #Clara Blake

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pumpkinpaix · 5 years ago

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Hello! and PSA

*waves* hi everyone! so uh, I’ve kind of had a bit of a surge in followers recently, and I thought I would make a bit of a PSA/intro post with a bit more targeted info than my about page.

anyways, I’m cyan! statistically speaking, you are probably here for one of the following reasons:

my fic

my meta

my gifs

my translation

all of the above

this is pretty much an mdzs blog on main these days, but I also rb a lot of other misc things because I have never been good at keeping my interests separate. it’s also my personal blog, so expect some of that? i am very all or nothing ahaha. my opinions change very quickly as I process new information, so like, something I said last week or yesterday might be different now! I’ve seen several people going through some of my older posts, and I’m just like oh dear, I said a lot of things six months ago that I no longer vibe with. /o\ please keep that in mind as you go diving in my blog!

i don’t have a BYF or DNI policy, but I reserve the right to block anyone for any reason because this is a personal blog first and foremost, and I do need to be better about setting my boundaries and curating my own online space! on that same token, you are free to follow, unfollow, block, whatever, even if we’re mutuals. <3

you’re free to come talk to me in my inbox or dms, but please be aware that there’s a very high chance I will never get back to you /o\ it isn’t personal!! I am just very mentally ill and have many difficulties with keeping up social interactions or talking to people.

in the interest of trying to be more open about myself, my brain, and what that means for me in an online/fandom space, I’m gonna do a boatload of mental health talk under the cut (or, if you’re looking at this on my blog proper or somewhere where the cut doesn’t display, it starts right after this paragraph), including mentions of self-harm/thoughts of specific self-harm etc, just so you are warned! I’ve been thinking recently that it’s good to try and take steps towards being more open about my issues, both for my own sake and others’. It’s long, because one of the fun things about my mental illness is that I am hyperverbal ahahaha (if that... wasn’t already obvious orz)

so if you’ve read pfmmpd, you can kind of get a sense of what I’m working with. a lot of how i wrote lwj was drawn directly from shit happening in my own brain, but like? dial that up from the specific issues that lwj had in that fic and apply it unilaterally across the board to almost anything you can think of.

I hesitate to describe my OCD as debilitating, but only because my specific cocktail of compulsions and anxieties and triggers push me to be hyperachieving and hyperfunctional. I consider myself pretty fortunate (?) in that regard. on paper, you could never tell how absolutely batshit my internal landscape is! which is very good for me practically in that I can hold down a job, keep scholarships, graduate with honors, have good prospects for my future, hold onto relationships (usually yikes) etc. but the fact of the matter is, I’m like. oh boy.

to give you a peek, here’s a non-exhaustive list of things that have triggered me to varying degrees of severity within the last like, week or so:

my dog

a chinese folk song

my mother reading a chinese haiku to me written by a young gay man

a chinese reader of my fic lovingly and gently giving me a history lesson on china and on mdzs while praising me

stepping on a piece of snow that didn’t collapse in the precise way i expected it to

writing meta

reading meta

ruminating on my triggers (honestly, I played myself)

seeing a twitter thread going around tumblr with decent information but the OP is someone who was exceedingly cruel to a good friend of mine

visiting my grandmother’s grave

deciding to visit my grandmother’s grave

discussing the concept of cuddling my partner whom i love and have been with for four years

self-harming (truly the height of irony, being triggered into self-harm and then getting triggered by the result of the self-harm hahahahahaha)

dropping off a package

trying to explain queer-coding to my parents

talking about stressors in my life related to covid19

having a very pleasant conversation with a person i admire

editing my translation

the fact that the “close” button on my accessibility sidebar on the translation website is the wrong color

choosing between eating all the shiitake mushrooms in my soup and purposefully giving myself a bad reaction or throwing one out and wasting food

thinking about playing a fun game with my partner and a mutual friend

my mom asking me to take a photo of some tea for her

my mom asking my opinion on a photo she was photoshopping

animal crossing

writing this fucking post HAHAHAHA

like!! it goes on!! endlessly! obviously, these triggers are not simply “bad” things. the chinese folk song and the haiku were both really beautiful and i love them! but I did spend a good amount of time curled up on my floor in the dark sobbing as i played the song on repeat. the haiku was one of the last straws that ended up with me screaming and crying and hurting myself. the snow??? like wtf the snow thing. I stepped on the snow and it felt wrong and my brain just started screaming SMASH YOUR KNEECAP. ???? (I didn’t, for the record, and I would never.) I love my partner very much! I love my friends very much, and my mother, and my grandmother etc. my triggers are infinite, unpredictable, and bizarre.

I’m saying all of this because I want to be clear that MDZS/CQL fandom specifically triggers me on a daily basis, sometimes very very badly. this is just a fact! it is no one’s fault! I have decided it is worth it for me to stay anyways. it is impossible for me to request people tag for certain things because I myself have no idea what my triggers are until I encounter them. It’s like a fun mystery boss encounter! sometimes it’s low level and i’m well-equipped to handle it. other times it’s a one-hit KO. We just don’t know! there are lots of very cool content creators in this fandom that I can’t follow because it would make my dash that much more high stakes. the original source canon material triggers me! all the events leading up to Lotus Cove massacre? I was shaking at work for three hours after consuming it for the first time.

Meta specifically is something I know a lot of people like me for, but it’s 100% the most triggering activity I participate in for this fandom. like, that suibian meta post I wrote that’s currently going around? Probably took me four or five hours of concentrated effort to write because I was compulsively panicking and rewriting and editing and panicking more and qualifying and editing and qualifying some more and then debating whether I should post it or not and then fighting with myself about my wording and then immediately regretting it and then every time someone commented on it (regardless of positive or negative!) my anxiety spiked. I started a reply to a response on that post and had to stop after a few minutes because I was already starting to trigger myself over it.

this is actually a pretty good outcome when it comes to meta! I recognized that I was hurting myself before I got any further, and I only spent like, five hours on it! it was good exposure therapy for me! the bad outcome is. well. bad, as you might imagine lmao.

I like writing meta. I like talking to people about it too! I like participating in fandom, I like writing, I like translating, I like all of these things. they’re just also really hard for me! there’s a couple meta requests sitting in my inbox right now that I want to get to, but it might take me like. a long time because of. you know! *gestures* Everything takes me a long time. that first chapter of the translation took me literally five months from beginning the project to posting a final edited version. It’s just over 1k words. D8

I try really hard to be chill and kind in public and I largely think I succeed on the kind part (I hope!). If you thought I had even an ounce of chill before this, perhaps I have disabused of that notion entirely now lmao. I’m not saying this for pity, but like? just so we all know what we’re dealing with here. I don’t want anyone to get hurt when I don’t engage with them or feel snubbed if I never reply to them. and also like, hey, if someone relates it’s like hooray, high fave, solidarity! we’re not alone in this world! or maybe this will help someone understand OCD a little better! I don’t know. I hope this post is a positive thing. BUT! I’ve spent three hours on it already, and i’m definitely starting to compulsively spiral, so instead of going back and editing it over and over, I’m just going to post it. thank you everyone for your understanding! I hope you enjoy your time on my blog! (*´▽`*)

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nomunamuinmybrain · 4 years ago

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Two chapters?! In one day?!

I am in great spirits today. Could be because of Jimin's birthday. No clue. Anyway.

I hope you enjoy this as much as I did.

I think I will make a playlist for this series on spotify or YouTube. What do you think?

WARNING! THERE IS DESCRIPTIVE LANGUAGE AROUND MENTAL HEALTH SPECIFICALLY DEPRESSION AND PANIC ATTACKS. ALSO NAMJOONIE IS AN ABSOLUTELY SWEETHEART.

Summary: Sometimes our thoughts get the best of us. Sometimes depression gets the best of all of us. Too oblivious to realise that we are surrounded with love. This is a story about learning to receive love, learning that you deserve love. A fun group of friends and their lives as they gradually change and grow. Sometimes bitter other times sweet much like chocolate such is life.FLUFF WITH A SPRINKLE (or so) of smut. Slow pace.

Words: 1264

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Chapter 3/

“HIS place?! His place! HIS PLACE?!” Taehyung kept repeating like a broken record. Hoseok finally turned to him.

“Do you KNOW any other words in the English language?!”

“Are you kidding me?! Y/N for the first time in her life is going to a guy’s place and you expect me to keep it down?!”

“Are you implying that I’m not over the roof that our girl is going to get some action?!”

Finally, I step out of the bathroom to put some order in this jungle of a house.

“Excuse me, first of all I am not getting anything but work done. Secondly, I am flattered that you are worrying about me and my non-existent dating situation but it’s not the most important thing in a person’s life. I- “Taehyung covered my mouth with his hands to shut me up and gazed in my eyes.

“No. You promised you weren’t going to do that anymore. We talked about that. Believing you are not deserving of love and affection will get you nowhere.” His words made my eyes sting and I could sense the storm coming on. Not now. Not again. Another panic attack this month and I would have to quit everything and crawl into bed. I’m staring down at my slippers. My attempt to focus elsewhere tipped off them both off and they pulled me into a hug. After many years of coexisting they know just by sensing the air around me. Depressive episodes would creep up at any given moment and they both knew how to act. It’s in these moments that I wonder what life I’d be living without them.

“I’m good guys.” I reassure them giving their arms a squeeze. “It’s just that I don’t want to get my hopes up only to come crashing down.”

“... And what if you don’t?” Hoseok whispered in my ear.

“It’s okay. I’m sorry if I pushed to hard.” Said Taehyung kissing the top of my head. “Oh, and before I forget. Andrea came by earlier to drop off some early copies of books they are publishing this fall. She said you were expecting them.”

“Finally! She told me about this new horror one that seems very promising. I’ll give her a call later to thank her. Just one last thing guys, I love you and I know you love me too so please trust me on this. Maybe I’m crushing a bit but he most certainly is not. I don’t want to make something out of nothing.”

“Okay baby bear.”

“Tae need I remind you that I am older than you?”

“Okay grandma bear. Sounds better?” said Hoseok while shoving me out the door. “Now be a good girl and go work at the handsome man’s house.”

Before I knew it, I was outside his place. The bus ride went by so fast; I was so caught up with what goes on in my messy head. Sucking in a deep breath I cross the road heading towards the entrance of the building. He buzzed me in and once I stepped out the elevator, he was there waiting for me leaning against the wall. His phone kept him preoccupied and I took a moment to stare at him. With just a simple pair of jeans and a grey hoodie he managed to look, um how shall I put this, delicious. Oh god.

“Hey...” is all I can manage at this point.

His eyes immediately find mine. He shoots me a sweet smile, showing off his adorable dimples. I think I might pass out. I can’t enter this man’s place. My heart is racing and I am sure it’s going to pop out any minute now.

“Please come in. I have to make a call I’ll be with you in a minute.” A nod and a smile are all I can manage. Taking a look around his space all I see is art, books and plants all over. You wouldn’t guess it was a single guy’s place. The bookshelves stretched all around the main room, Andrea would love this guy. I keep walking around the room, taking in as much as I can. I turn towards the door only to find Namjoon standing there in hands in his pockets, sporting a smirk, watching me.

My breath hitches as he strides towards me. Meanwhile I cannot move, I stand there frozen like a statue or a fish out of the freezer, both seem suitable in my case. I have to wrap up this visit ASAP.

“So, um... Should we get started?” he asked while standing so close that I am positive I could taste his skin. That’s weird. Oh god. I’m being weird. Have I answered? When did we get in his studio? I should make a note to look up the symptoms for Alzheimer’s.

“Y/N? Penny for your thoughts?”

“Shit, I’m sorry. I, I’m a bit stressed lately and my brain gets cloudy. Um, what were you saying?”

He cocks his head to on side to look at my face concerned and to my surprise he cups my cheek to his palm.

“You feel a bit hot. Do feel like you have a fever?” He gently rubs his thumb on my cheek, making my hand fly up to land on top of his. I take his hand away and he takes hold of mine. Leaning closer he directs his gaze to mine.

“Over the phone, I told you that there was something I needed to ask you, didn’t I?”

“Yes...”

“Do you... do you have any idea what it might be about?”

At this moment I am more confused than ever. I’m sitting on Namjoon’s couch with him holding my hand like I am a priest or something and he is asking me if I know what HE wants to ask me. Am I finally having a stroke? Is this what’s happening?

Squinting my eyes, I answer “No...? Should I?”

He drops my hand only to awkwardly rub the back of his neck. I keep staring at him, eyebrows pinched in utter confusion.

“Am I missing something here?” he says, “I know I suck at these things, especially when it comes to showing emotions but I really thought this time I was more fortunate.”

“Namjoon, I have to stop you here cause quite honestly I don’t understand what’s happening right now.”

“What’s happening is that, y/n I have a crush on you and I have been trying to get your attention for two months now and I can’t tell if you’re rejecting me or just playing dumb.”

My eyes grew in disbelief. No. Nooo. Come on. How is this possible. What do I say now? So, I start laughing. In my shocked stated all I could do was laugh like an idiot. My reaction surprised me as well as him.

“Come on...You don’t...? You don’t have a crush on me. What are you talking about? How could YOU, have a crush on ME?! Hahahaha. Come on Namjoon.” And as I finished my sentence, I realised that his expression changed to something I’ve never witnessed first-hand. Hungry for something.

I get up to leave but before I make a step his hands are wrapped around my waist. His lips hovering above mine.

“Why is this so hard for you to believe? Do you have someone else? Do you not like me?” he nuzzles across my jawline, down to the sensitive part of my neck sending shivers throughout my body. He comes up to look at me, eyes pleading. “Please. Say something. Say anything.”

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coffeeandcalligraphy · 5 years ago

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Good Eyes | Writing Update

Hey People of Earth!

Ya girl is back for another MOTH WORK writing update, and this time we’re talking about chapter eleven, aka GOOD EYES. Just a reminder before we get started that I do have a Moth Work tab if y’all want to binge all the updates/catch up on ones you missed! Check it out HERE.

This chapter is a bit of a special one, as it’s the final chapter in Lonan’s POV!

If y’all have been following the updates since before August-ish, you would know that before this, I covered mostly Harrison’s emotional turmoil lmao, but spontaneously decided to add another POV because this is my guilty pleasures project and I wanted to! This POV is Lonan’s.

I really struggled toward the end of writing Lonan’s chapters, and I felt this was the POV’s fault. After chapter six, I couldn’t really sink my teeth into his head, and really raced to the finish line to get back to Harrison. In reality, this was actually me not understanding that the disconnect was because I wasn’t embracing the style the book wanted to be. HOWEVER, since finishing his POV (and the entire book << as I am editing this post), I am! sad! I do miss his Lonanisms.

GOOD EYES is split into four scenes. They go as follows (cw: drug addiction, alcoholism):

Scene A:

After Lonan’s relapse in the previous chapter, good ol’ Eliza takes him to the hospital she works at so he can finally get some professional help.

Lonan is in the waiting room and all is going well! Until a lady he doesn't know accuses him of wearing her son’s guardian angel chain + jacket and OOP the tea is that he is!

The woman who sees him in the waiting room is Harrison’s mother, Suzanna. I’ve planned her since I was 15 and never had a project to put her in so it was WILD to finally write her! She’s an AA leader.

Scene B:

Direct continuation of the last scene, except this time Lonan is shook

He’s heard many stories about Suzanna and the last place he expects her to be is here!

He pulls a Lonan and attempts to yeet away from that situation lol (does not work)

Scene C:

We start with Lonan recounting a story Harrison once told him about a knife. He’s thinking about this because he’s helping Suzanna chop vegetables. They’ve since moved back to Eliza’s apartment.

(CW: blood, accidental injury) Lonan cuts himself accidentally and Suzanna jumps at the opportunity to mother him. Her motherly disposition shakes him (he ain’t expecting this).

(CW: abuse) This scene is where this chapter gets its title. Suzanna compliments Lonan’s eyes (which he believes are his worst feature as they’re the physical factor that most closely resembles his father) and calls them “good eyes”. This is the first time he’s considered his eyes as anything but reminders of his abusive father, and is one of the gentlest things I’ve written ahhhhh. Though Suz isn’t in this book for very long, I do think her presence has a profound effect on Lonan who has never had a healthy parental relationship. (AKA we need more!!)

Scene D:

A pretty short scene!

Our girl Eliza gets home after work, and is lowkey amazed that Lonan has helped cook dinner (me too lmaooo)

Lonan is really feeling his work--he out here setting tables, folding napkins, feeling like he could be a wedding planner. In the middle of his #MasterChefMoment, the doorbell rings

And in dramatic fashion guess who on the other side of the door lool

It’s Harrison hahahaha the chapter ends on a cliffhanger hahaaha I feel 13 again!

I really like this chapter! It has some really interesting character work particularly between Suz and Lonan as we get to see two sides of both that we never really do--vulnerability. I wrote this chapter over the first weekend I moved back to school after break and it was such a lovely experience. A really nice, meditative chapter that I really needed. It was the perfect way to leave Lonan’s head.

Excerpts:

(CW: The next two excerpts deal with betta fish fighting)

This is a description of the betta fish in the waiting room that Lonan watches that is totally not an explicit metaphor for his relationship with Harrison def not I have 100% not used this metaphor in another story called Fishbowl starring the two of them noooo should this book have been called “it’s all a metaphor for fighter fish” maybeeee:

The waiting room is fluorescent and empty, the only movement the irregular swish of fighter fish across a fish tank. He read somewhere it’s never a good idea to keep two together, but in the tank they circle. One is pale and translucent like diluted bone, its silk tail fluttering with each jag through the water. The next is a shift of blueness that opalizes with each peck at the water’s surface. They synchronize before one flits its tail so the other jitters toward the glass. It’s a mistake they’ve been put together—they will only kill each other in time.

(I’m a real sucker for betta fish as I had many as a child but Meatball was my #1 right hand man [and the reason why I always seem to describe every betta fish as blue] who lived the longest and I miss him to this day I 100% never ever put two males together tho do not do that!!!)

Here’s another I’m including this because my favourite thing Lonan has ever said in response to someone’s *confusion* is “I need to see a doctor” lmao mooooood (tw: some violent imagery here):

“They shouldn’t be in there together,” he says. His head like the impact of a skipping rock. The rings. He raises his hand when she says nothing, and points to the fish. He doesn’t know which one will die, just that one will.

“You’re wearing his things,” she says.

“They’re going to kill each other.”

“The fish?”

The last time he saw him. The rain. The motel. The neon light eating them both slowly. The things Lonan said—purposefully so he could make a clean getaway. Things that made Harrison wince like Lonan had just bitten his wrist and was holding him there to bleed out.

“I think so.”

Suzanna turns to look at the fish, and then turns back to him. The vacancy in her face is gone—she’s swollen with confusion.

The fire. The dark room. How he knows each ridge of Harrison’s teeth, each metacarpal, each vertebra, each rib, like they’re his own, like they were carved out of the same thing.

“I need to see a doctor.”

(^^ also this whole knowing every bone thing was supposed to be romantic but sounds more like necromancyyy hahaaaaaha Lonan’s bone kink EXPOSED)

Here’s another! TW: blood!! Here’s some description of Lonan accidentally cutting his hand + some Lonan x Suzanna relationship development:

(also Suzanna’s story about the first time she cut herself is ACTUALLY just CNF except I left out some of the gruesome details :’)))

“It happens all the time.” He thinks this might be a continuation of a sentence, but he’s missed the first part. By the time she’s telling him about her first time cutting herself in the kitchen—chopping chives in a hurry for a better omelette--she’s touching his hand again, wrapping a paper towel around it to staunch the bleeding.

Lonan glances down at the stain of red eating the white when two fingers tip his chin up, warm and surprisingly callused. “Not there. Look at me.” He only realizes she’s said this because he’s shaking. “So I tell the guy his advertisement is a lie—no accidents in the kitchen, and what happens when I get mine in the mail? An accident.” She continues easily, like she hasn’t been interrupted.

“What?” Something ringing in his ear. He tries to tip it out with his good hand, but nothing comes out. Again, he looks at his finger—she’s switched to a new paper towel. The blood saturates it, and his pupils dilate at the sight of it—something grossly exciting.

“Up here, honey. I’ve heard I have nice eyes.”

Here’s an excerpt that proves Suz is the *biggest* mood! Her dialogue (the vivid bit) is actually direct mirroring of something Harrison says in an earlier memory Lonan recounted (tho I don’t like the writing in that part so :))):

She leans against the sink for a moment and pinches her nose. He hasn’t meant for his eye colour to upset her, but when she recovers, she moves straight past him to the bloody potatoes on the cutting board. Quickly, she removes the unsalvageable ones, dumps the cutting board into the sink. She begins talking about how much rain they’ve gotten, a show she liked downtown. Something about dogs, or doctors—he doesn’t quite hear what she says. He’s distracted looking at her. How she moves, sturdily. Almost too much. The way she picks up where he left off, dicing, chopping, peeling, like she’s been doing it all along.

“I forgot what it felt like to operate.” He doesn’t know if she refers to being a mother or chopping potatoes. Suzanna is pretty like her son. An edge to her that softens as she speaks. Golden hair that glitters like sunrays, even in the fake apartment light. He doesn’t know how it feels to miss a son. How it feels to carry him in your face, like a second skin. “It’s vivid,” she says.

So that’s it for this update! There are a few more to go (tho I may combine a few) so the Moth Work party ain’t over yet!

For now, I hope y’all enjoyed!

--Rachel

#writing #amwriting #writeblr #writingupdates #writerblr #fostered #mothwork

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medievalfangirl · 5 years ago

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A Letter From a (very enthusiastic) Fan.

It’s me again! Haha

First of all I’d like to apologize for possible typos since English isn’t my first language but I hope you can understand the general ideia.

When I found your fic, I was a little hesitant to start reading it because usually time travelling stories to the middle ages never seem to completely portray the danger and violence it was known for. I cannot tell you how many stories I read in which the female lead spends all her time at the alehouse spending the money that we have no idea where it came from, being completely accepted for society even though she’s not like them, magically learning how to use a sword the first time she holds it and being her sassy arrogant herself with no punishment whatsoever for her disrespectful behavior. Oh yeah and everybody seems to love and admire her even though she’s just a pain in the ass.

Now that I got that out of my system, I just wanted to say what a pleasant and beautiful surprise it was to run into AGFTF. Girl, that’s MASTER WRITING! I fell for the story instantly because it’s so incredibly realistic (given the circumstances)! Adeline was held captive for months before she was rescued, she was mistreated and suffered for her loose tongue, she realized through the most despicable way that woman’s rights back then were none at all, she even got her period at the worst possible time ever for fuck’s sake! Adeline had to work to pay for her ale she didn’t create gold out of straw like some Rumpelstilkin lead, she faced the prejudice for being a woman and she took a normal amount of time to learn how to use weapons. You absolutely nailed all the descriptions and realism, thank you so much for that.

About Adeline. So hard for me too love a lead usually I just like them but I didn’t stand a chance against Adeline. SHE’S SO FUCKING FUNNY! Every time she has an inappropriate thought or just a sassy one I shit myself so hard I’m laughing. She’s so relatable and yet so unique. Her clumsiness is not Bella Swan/Anastasia Steel kind of thing, it’s something ridiculously funny and more important: the characters think that too. They’re not charmed by the way she fell of a hill and lost her unicorn panties, they’re amused by it as any real person would be. Every time I feel something’s about to go wrong for her or Adeline just makes a dumbass decision I cover my eyes like “oh, no, Adeline, not again”, but I do it laughing and with lots of loves for her. Taking a darker turn, the way she faces what happened at Dunholm is a shitty unhealthy way but it’s how most of us deal with a trauma and I can only hope she’ll learn how to deal with it in time. I love how she’s not obviously a brave warrior but totally determined to prove herself to everyone including herself and this will prove to be a hard journey mainly when she lives by the Murphy’s Law. Although it’s already very clear to me how much she’s matured and developed in that three years passage of time. I’d like to give you my top five moments of Adeline:

Adeline almost flashing Alfred, the Great. (WHAT WAS THAT HAHAHAHA I LAUGHED MY GUTS OUT);

Adeline having her hair braided by Sihtric at the alehouse (I loved this part so much it was like receiving a warm hug during the hardest winter and their friendship is EVERYTHING);

Adeline and Finan talking by the fire at the camp back from Balbury (they’ll have a topic specially for their relationship just you wait);

Adeline learning how to use a bow;

Adeline braiding Dorito’s mane alongside Finan.

Shall we talk about the marvelous job you did with the characters? We shall. It’s like I’m watching a spin-off from TLK because their personalities are FLAWLESS. I can see them talking to me. Hild being that perfect herself, too good a woman for God alone; Sihtric always so silent but also friendly and compassionate; and Finan. Oh dear God, Finan. There’s no other way to describe him other than quoting Adeline:

“I liked the duality of his nature: he laughed so easily but he wasn’t a man to be messed with – he’d fight his corner, and fight twice as hard for his friends”. Girl, you made me cry. In a good way. That is everything I love about Finan and that’s why I was so happy to see that it’s also what Adeline likes about him.

Now last but definitely NOT least.

Finan and Adeline. Sweet Lord that lies in heaven what a perfect ship. Slow-Burn? It’s more like Slow-Motion-Burn, girl. I’m a person with zero patience and you made me CRAVE for a little romance between these two from the beginning. I just kept praying and hoping they’d have some involvement soon but you made me wait and boy was it worth it. You know, it wasn’t tiresome to wait for those too to start flirting because I just adored Adeline’s relationship with everybody else (Sihtric, Hild, Clapa… even Uhtred and Gisela).

I started to feel the reciprocity when Finan chased her outside the hall and Adeline challenged him for a fight. I actually giggled in every scene they had together after the small ruse for the loaf of bread because that’s what took me to sail my shipp. The small bickering, the smirks and smiles they exchanged, flirty Finan implying “he didn’t know he’d have to EAT anything” (I had mad goosebumps I had). You built their relationship with patience and through crumbs I happily fed on only to realize that they were satisfying me and making me beg for more. It was so beautiful to see their friendship turning into something else and now all I want to see is their wedding. Just kidding but not so much.

I get a little excited when a story has everything I was looking for so I’m sorry I actually wrote you a letter hahaha if you managed to read it all, I just wanted to thank you one more time for taking the time and talent to telling us Adeline’s story. I’ll probably write another letter when I’m finished with the 25 chapters and then I’ll just leave a comment on the chapters like a normal person hahaha

Thank you again and congratulations!

XOXO

A response from a very grateful author who cried at least three times reading your letter

Saying a simple thank you feels a little redundant considering the magnitude of emotion your letter brought me, but that’s where I’ll start. THANK YOU! 🥰🥰 You’ve filled my heart with such happiness it’s difficult to put into words. So, again, thank you! 💕

My goal from the beginning with this story was to try and tell a realistic (or at least, as realistic as time travel can be) story, with a character who struggled, and learnt the hard way that this experience wouldn’t be all sunshine and rainbows. I didn’t want to write a ‘main character’ in the way that she is automatically liked and respected and admired, just because she’s The Main Character. I wanted to write about a real person, with flaws, who handles things poorly, and who some people dislike. Because real life is messy like that.

So to have you tell me not only did you find the story realistic as I dearly wished, but it exceeded your expectations? I’m delighted, and blow away a little to be honest. You’ve broken down the story and how you felt about it in such detail, really taking your time, and I feel totally and utterly honoured.

I can’t tell you how happy I am that you like Adeline so much! “oh, no, Adeline, not again” truly is her catchphrase, because while she tries, she is nothing short of a disaster at times. I’m so, so happy you feel you can relate to her and enjoy her journey. I agree with you - I think most of us aren’t good with serious trauma. We get there, but it takes time, and a fair few mistakes first. Again, I’m pleased as punch that you like that she handled things badly, that she’s scared but determined, and trying to grow. You’ve picked up on every single theme I’ve been trying to portray with her as if you’ve been in my head for a sneaky look, and it’s incredible. You’re so insightful and thoughtful 🥰🥰

Taking the time to rank your favourite Adeline moments? Well, you’ve reduced me to happy tears once again. Seriously, I’m just a mushy mess at this point. THANK YOU💕

Ahhh, Finan. Straight away I’ll apologise because you’re so right - Slow-Motion-Burn sums this up perfectly😂 I did wonder if readers would find the wait until the romance a drag, so I’m relieved and happy (you’ve made me happy rather a lot, so i apologise for being repetitive) you enjoyed the build up, and friendships with the rest of the Coccham family. I wanted to push Finan and Adeline towards each other in a way that felt natural, and have this gradual realisation from them both that, oh shit, this person means a lot to me. And the flirting? So much fun to write, so I can assure you that will continue forever, to the wedding and beyond (oh i promise, you’ll have that wedding).

One final thing - please don’t apologise for being a beautiful, kind soul who took the time to share their thoughts and bring a huge, huge amount of happiness to my day. As you can see, I write essays too, so we’re in this together!

Thank you so, so, so much 🥰💕💕

#the best submission #im still crying a little bit #day=made #week=made #and lets be honest month #submission

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haiky-u-lously · 5 years ago

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Mimi’s Gift--Chapter 2

Summary:

It is said, that on your 25th birthday, one of your soulmate’s most embarrassing moments will appear to you in the form of a dream where you view as though being a fly on the wall. It is the night before your 25th birthday, and you are nervous because not everyone remembers the dream they have when they awaken. Will you?

Themes:

Fluff, Humor, Soulmate AU

Warnings:

Embarassement, Teasing between friends, Self-judging (reader judges themselves on how they think about others).

Word Count:

~7,300 words total

Enjoy!

-Admin Red

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While eating your breakfast, your mind focused on trying to figure out just how to bring up what happened in your dream to your friends, well at least what you remember from your notes. Holding the phone in one hand and rereading the simple phrases over and over again as your mouth blindly searched for the spoonful of cereal held in your other hand.

You were trying to think of details about the dog instead of the boy, hoping that a not so important detail might trigger something with deeper meaning, and felt the milk from the hovering silverware splash over your lap before you realized you had tipped the spoon so far.

Chiding yourself as you put the spoon back into the bowl. “Man, why’d I have to be this stupid. Today of all days too!” You grumbled as you went to change yet again.

Buttoning up your fresh jeans, you checked yourself out in the full body mirror hanging off the door to the master bathroom. Chuckling as you checked yourself out for good measure, “Well, at least all my effort into this look wasn’t wasted by having to change pants...That’s a plus!”

As soon as your uplifting comment was spoken out loud, you could hear your phone start buzzing from where you left it back in the kitchen. Racing to pick it up in time in case it was something important.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY (Y/N)!!!!” Yama yelled from his end of the line.

You cracked a smile in between huffs for air after your quick sprint. Taking a deep breath to calm down before responding properly, “Thanks Yama! I’m finally 25 hahahaha!”

“YES! Now you’ve joined the old people’s club officially. I am here to welcome you to long working hours and even shorter periods of fun for the foreseeable future.”

Face starting to hurt from the grin you’d been sporting since the call began, you teased right back, “Well then we just gotta make those short periods of fun even better than anyone’d expect.”

Both of you laughed for a few minutes after that.

“Well, now for the serious bit.” He sobered up quickly and got to his point, “Did you remember your dream last night?”

Thankful for your friend being the absolute best, and realizing you should not have worried about how to bring up the topic at all, you explained your situation. “So, I’m not as bad off as Hinata was, or how we thought Tsukki would be without his recording...But at the same time, I am not nearly as lucky as you and Kageyama. I recalled a few things. And...Well...Actually….uhhhh how do I put this?” You were dragging it out, you knew, but you couldn’t just say, ‘Well, hey, I don’t remember my soulmate at all but apparently you know him and were there so if I tell you what few details I do remember can you be an even better friend and put the pieces together for me? Thanks.’ Like, no. You can’t just use your friend for your own personal gain, how rude would that make you.

“(Y/N)!” He yelled to cut off your murmurs and mumblings, “just spit it out. Actually what?”

Taking yet another deep breath to calm down, and managing to take a seat back at the kitchen table, you visibly relaxed a smidge. “I don’t remember much, but I know you were there, and it looked like your old high school gym for the most part.”

“Wait! Your soulmate went to Karasuno?!” He sounded so excited, “(Y/N)! That’s awesome. Whatever you remember, tell me I can help you figure out who it is! I mean I was captain for a year. I should be able to tell you who was on our team no matter which year it was for.”

You really did want to ask him for help, but you also felt you’d just be using your friend. “I don’t think he was on your team. Sorry, Yama, thanks for the offer though.”

He seemed to think about that before responding. “Not on my team? Hmm, well depending on the team I may still know them. Come on. Hit me with the details. Stop dillydallying.”

“HAH!” Releasing a sound somewhere between a scream and a laugh, you quickly moved your free hand to clamp over your wide-open mouth. You had to shake your head a few times before you could answer his pushing, “Fine, fine! I didn’t want to make you help me cause I really don’t remember much and it’s not your job to figure out my soulmate for me. And I feel like I am just using you, but if you are going to throw around words like ‘dillydallying’ I may as well.” It really hadn’t taken much pressure from him to make you crack, you thought a moment about how to strengthen your resolve for next time before finally telling him what other little you knew about the dream. “I remember the most blindingly beautiful smile, a dog, chicken...as in like the food chicken, not the live animal chicken...that was probably obvious though. I mean, obviously, if I had meant a live chicken that would have been weird right? I mean--!”

“(Y/N). (Y/M/N). (Y/L/N)! Just tell me the rest already!”

“Oh right!” You stopped rambling yet again, “the only other thing I can remember past that is a red uniform.”

He went silent there.

You waited.

No comment.

Waited longer, checked to make sure the call was still connected.

No comment.

Checked again and saw he had been silent for 2 whole minutes, “Hello? Yama? You still there?”

“Are you kidding me?!!!!” He legit screamed so loud you dropped your phone out of shock. You could still hear him shouting while you reached to pick the device off the floor. “A red uniform, a dog, chicken, and a smile? That’s all you remember?!”

“Well, that and that most of it happened at your high school gymnasium and that you were there of course.” You corrected.

Despite not being able to see him, you could just hear the fed-up look on his face as he whisper-counted to 5 to calm himself down. A trick you learned he developed when he was captain of the team and had to deal with Hinata and Kageyama. “(Y/N). We didn’t play too many schools that had a red uniform. So I can pretty much guess what school your soulmate is from. But...And I mean this in the nicest way possible...IF YOU DO NOT GIVE ME ANY ACTIONABLE DETAILS ABOUT THE PERSON THEMSELVES HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO HELP YOU AT ALL!????”

“And this is why I really didn’t want to bother you with it. I told you I didn’t remember much.” You tried to skirt your way out of trouble.

“You all are going to be the death of me.” He said as you imagined him rubbing his hand down his face. “Are you sure you don’t remember anything else? Like what was so embarrassing about that moment in their life that your dream was what it was? Nothing?”

Thinking about the dream some more, and remembering that Yamaguchi’s sport was volleyball you remembered an additional detail, your hand shot up with the pointer facing the ceiling, “WAIT! I did just remember something!”

“That’s great!” He exclaimed alongside you, “what’d you recall?”

“He got hit in the face with a volleyball.” You were so proud of yourself for remembering.

“He,” You could hear Yama repeating to himself, “he got hit in the face with a volleyball?”

“Yepp!” You were so proud of yourself, the pure joyous feeling would be shown to anyone who chanced upon you at that moment.

The audible sigh from the other end of the line of course made you backtrack your excitement.

“Is that not helpful?” You questioned, now not so happy with your development.

It wasn’t possible to imagine how he was physically reacting this time, but thankfully his silence was short-lived. “That depends on your answer to this question. Did he get hit from a serve or hit, or was the ball on his side when he got hit in the face?”

This brought your happy mood back right away because you actually could give full detail about it now that you remembered this part of the scene. “OH, his side, definitely. Because, and now that I remembered it happened I remember this whole bit of the scene. He was going to hit it and I guess something had been wrong because the ball flew in front of his arm before he’d even started really swinging and it hit him in the face and he fell onto his buttocks! Hahahahhah!” Your giggling continued as the images played out in your mind.

“OH!?” Yamaguchi yelled, reminding you you weren’t talking to yourself that time around. “I know exactly who it is then! Yes! I remember that whole day actually! Man, that was a bad day for him.” Yama also joined in laughing, though you knew it was because he remembered more than you. “It actually makes sense why you’d remember a dog and chicken now, yea hahaa.”

“Wait!” You interrupted him this time, “So if you remember the event and you know who it is, then you can just tell me, right?!” You were so hyped.

Waiting in anticipation.

Waiting for him to confirm your thoughts.

“Right, Yama?”

Waiting…

“Yama!?”

“Sorry, sorry, I am messaging about his whereabouts and to see if he is free today. I don’t have his number but Hinata does. So just be patient.” Apparently he put you on hold because you didn’t hear anything again.

Taking the time to rinse out your bowl from the now soggy cereal, you wondered what your soulmate was like. Thinking how great it was that he is already connected to your friend group. Washing out the bowl, you tried to generate his image in your mind, but you couldn’t see anything past red sportswear and a blinding grin.

“Okay, sorry about that.” Yama’s voice caught you off guard and you almost dropped the bowl, thankfully you got a better hold on it right in time to set in on the drying rack without incident. “Hello? (Y/N)?”

You respond with a yell since you were drying your hands off, “I’m here, just drying my hands. One second.” And legit one second later you held your phone once more. “So, what’s up?”

“Great, so he’s actually in town today! But doesn’t want me to share any details if you don’t remember anything hahaha.” You sulked at his teasing but listened with determined intent as he continued, “So basically it’ll be like a blind date for you for lunch. We decided 1, is that okay for you? I can also get him back and tell him you need to go later? But we have dinner at Kusa No le at 6, so you don’t want lunch to run too late. Hmm...”

“Yama, 1 is fine. Thank you so much for being such a great friend and helping me despite how difficult I can be.” You smiled as you said your piece, hoping he really understood how grateful you were.

“It’s what best friends are for. Now, I told him you’d wear red because you remembered that, but I also told him you’d wear a crown because it’s your birthday and you should get to be a royal sometimes.” He meant it as a tease, since you made him wear a crown on his 25th birthday as you took him on a scavenger hunt around Tokyo. But, you were so grateful you gave no mind against it.

“Sure, I have that tiara we stole from Kuroo still anyway. I can just wear that.”

It was nice talking with him about random things after that. Just being able to chill and enjoy your friendship was one of the things you’d learned to love the most since meeting Yama and Tsukki at university. You’d been super stressed, moving to a new area and not knowing anyone? Starting a new way of life away from friends and family and the support system you’d created for yourself up to that point? You’d been scared out of your mind. But that first day of classes, you happened to legit run into the nicest guy possible, who helped you up with a smile highlighting all his freckles as his friend asked after your well being. It was the beginning of a beautiful friendship and you couldn’t believe how lucky you had been.

“Yama,” You accidentally interrupted his comments about some television show he’d been hooked on recently, “I just want to thank you for helping me back to my feet all those years ago at Uni. I don’t know what would have happened or where I’d be today without you, and Tsukki and even Hinata and Kageyama too. But none of these past few years would have happened if it wasn’t for how kind you were to me back then. I am very grateful for your friendship.”

He seemed to hum back before speaking, “Well it wouldn’t have happened at all had you been watching where you were going, as Tsukki likes to remind you.”

You laughed at his tease. And he joined in.

This is what a good friendship was. You knew it.

“I wonder if it’ll be anything like this with my soulmate?” You questioned yourself out loud while contemplating the outfit choices laying on your bed.

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luisaaronopez · 6 years ago

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Warning: This chapter contains dark and disturbing content. Please read with caution. Its time to face this masked psychopath. But I’m still trying to figure out a way to fight back. Ash continued to taunt me in tje shadows “I can see you princess, but you can’t see me. That’s how the darkness works. Every thing that lurks in the dark can see its prey with ease. Dosen’t that make you wanna cry to your mom and dad? Oh that’s right…..YOU’RE AN ORPHAN! Hahahahaha!!” Okay….that was just disrespectful. NO! Not just disrespectful, that was heartless of them to say that. That does it, this creep has crossed the line and that’s beyond my limit. I summoned an arrow and shout “Come over here and fight me!” Ash laughed. “I AM fighting you, but where am I? Am I next to you? Am I in front of you or behind you? Choose wisely princess!” “I go by the name Angel.” I told them scornfully. “Give up? I’M ABOVE YOU!!” Ash shouts. Ash appears above my head and kicks me. They run back into the darkness, laughing like a maniac. I used my arrow as a torch to see. But then some shadow monster starts eating it, and now I’m in the dark again. “SURPRISE!!” Ash shouts as they punch me in the gut. I groan in pain as I fell on my knees. “What’s wrong princess, scared of the dark? This fight has become your worst nightmare.” Ash chuckled. My gut still hurts like hell, I slowly look up to call Ash out. “You really are a coward!” “What?!” Ash said in anger. “Your ‘strategy’ is nothing but hiding in the dark and attacking me when I’m vulnerable. That prooves that you’re weak.” “Oh yeah! Then let me show you what I’m all about!!” Ash growled as they appeared in front of me. They start swinging their arms all over me. Ash finally hits one of my arms and it became numb. Then they hit my other arm. I almost forgot they can strike my nerves to make my arms numb. “You can’t use your arrows and now you can’t use your legs to kick my face again.” Ash laughs as they walk behind me. What are they doing? “Now the moment we all….or at least what I have been waiting for…” Ash starts to laugh even creepier. They start grabbing my head and….what…oh no…don’t tell me.. “Hahahaha! Now hold still so I can snap your neck.” I begin to panic. Finally my arms can move again, but its already too late. “I hope you meet your girlfriend up in Heaven.” Ash said as they start bending my neck. My girlfriend? Why would they think… Wait…..Sapphire? I start having flashbacks again of the times me and Sapphire hung out and had fun. Then it happens again. My amulet starts glowing, in fact I felt like my EYES start glowing. It seems the light hurts Ash, because they quickly let me go in pain. “YEOW!” They shout. Then my amulet starts eliminating all the shadows, the monsters in the shadows were destroyed and the light was so strong it even blasted Ash. Ash fell flat on their face and their skull mask broke. Then my eyes and amulet stop glowing. I look at my feet and I’m now free. I was about to find Sapphire but believe it or not. I see Aaron carrying her. “AARON!” I shout. I run up to him. “Please tell me Sapphire is alright!” I begged. “Ash paralized her, we need to take her to the hospital fast.” Aaron said in a stern tone. I slowly pat Sapphire’s head. Aaron and I see Ash on the ground. I don’t know why, even if they did try to kill me and Sapphire, but I wanna start over with them. I didn’t mean to bruise their face like this. Suddenly Ash wakes up, looks at me with their eyes wide open and starts shivering and twitching like a lunatic. “No…nobody escapes my wrath….I demand a rematch! Come on, let’s fight again! Suddenly we hear a woman speaking through the speakers. "That’s enough!” “That voice…” Aaron whispered in anger. “M-m-Mistress Nebula?” Ash whispered in fear. “Just accept that you lost.” The woman said with a calm voice. Ash starts panicking “My Mistress….I…I..” “I consider myself a fair woman but you haven’t been doing your part for our project. Everyone has done their part, what have you done?” The woman asked Ash. Ash is completely terrified and out of words. They know they’re busted. The woman continues “That’s right, wasting precious time for a petty grudge. For that and for your failure, you must face the consequences.” The woman said without raising her voice. Then metalic hands came out of the ground and grabbed Ash’s feet. “Wait. What’s going on? No…NO…Mistress Nebula! Please…please give me another chance! You need me Mistress! YOU NEED ME!!” Ash screams as tears come from their eyes. Nebula’s voice is still calm “It can’t be helped Ash. Its about time for you to face punishment with dignity. Good bye!” Then the speakers turned off. The floor starts to heat up. “NO MISTRESS! LET ME OUT!!! HELP ME! HEEEEELP!!!!” Ash panics tearfully as their feet begin to burn. This is bad. I turn to Aaron and beg “Aaron, do something!!” Aaron just glared at Ash. He is willing to see Ash get burned alive. I can’t believe this. I ran up to Ash to save them myself. As I step on the metalic battlefield, my feet are burning up. I start groaning in pain as I grabbed the key on the ground and unlock the metalic hands to free Ash. I grabbed Ash and we jumped out if the battlefield as the flames start bursting from the ground. We both made it to safety. Ow, my feet. Aaron glared at me for saving Ash. I look at Ash, they are still crying, twitching and making weird noises. “Why? Why did you save me?” Ash said in confusion. I walked up to them and said “Look, I’m sorry about what happened in the past. I wanna make it up to you. Let bygones be bygones. So how about it? Wanna start over?” I held out my hand expecting a handshake from them. Ash hesitates for a moment, but then slaps my hand away and starts screaming like crazy. “NO! SCREW YOU! You’ll never manipulate me into joining you princess! You’re still a threat to our religion! My underlings wants you dead! My suborinates want you dead! Even the head priestess herself wants you dead! Many people die trying to save you! Pretty soon…EVERYONE YOU LOVE WILL DIE!! HAIL BEAST KING! HAIL BEAST KING!!!!” Aaron comes from behind and uppercuts Ash. Ash is sent flying, breaking the ceiling and disappears into the sky. I look at Aaron and he’s furious. “Are you alright?” I ask him. He just glared at me. Aaron really hates Ash for some reason. Man…I feel bad that Ash had to go there…. And so I call the ambulance to take her to the hospital. Now I’m paranoid. Why does the Chaotic Army have against me and my family? I still need answers. And here’s a big question. Who is Beast King? To Be Continued

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justjen523 · 6 years ago

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Let’s Play (Part 2)

MC x Saeran

Rating E (18+)

WARNING: Explicit sexual content and depictions of violence. Rape themes.

Chapter 2

It was just after eight in the evening. I knew he would be stopping by soon, call it...intuition. This time I was ready for Mr. Prince Charming. This time Ms goody two shoes actually allowed me out of my cage.

I stared into the mirror applying my ruby red lipstick when of course she just couldn’t keep her mouth shut.

“You’re not going to really hurt him are you?”

“Who, little ol’ me? I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Idiot. I have no idea why I even keep her around. What a pain in the ass with all her ridiculous feelings. It’s this kind of thinking that gave birth to me in the first place.

“Please don’t hurt him too much...Ray is still in there I know it!”

“Of course he is. Those two are just like us, a package deal. Stop complaining and let me handle this, we’re in my territory now. I know exactly how to handle little boys like Saeran.” An angry voice pierced the silence in the hall and a thrill ran through me.

“Showtime. Now be a good girl and run along.” I couldn’t help the smirk that followed the instant I felt her retreat. Hmm....time for some real fun.

The door swung open violently and in walked Mr Handsome himself with that delicious looking crazy all over him. When I didn’t even flinch from the forceful cracking sound of the door slamming shut, it seemed playtime was about to begin.

I continued applying my lipstick without ever even batting a lash in his direction. A fact that had not gone unnoticed and was quickly degrading his already sinister and general unpleasant mood.

“HEY!” His voice startled me enough to mess up the application of the crimson stick swirling along my lips and that’s when I lost my temper.

*CRACK*

Shards of glass rained down around me from the shattered mirror I had just punched a hole in making him freeze wide eyed as I turned to face him.

“You made me fuck up my lipstick. I happened to really like that color... if you know what’s good for you, you better start thinking of a way to make it up to me.” I crossed the distance between us and stared deeply into his eyes. Heh. Confusion. Fear. Panic. I always have this affect on people.

“W-Who the fuck are you?!” I blinked several times trying to feign my shock at such a ridiculous question.

“Why, I believe I’m your toy aren’t I? Isn’t that why I am here? For you to come play with me?”

“You’re not her...” Hahaha. Oh. Poor baby. Seems he can’t take when the shoe’s on the other foot. Too bad, you wanted to play, gorgeous, and I’m in the mood to play tonight. The predatory smile the spreads across my face makes him recoil a moment and that was definitely not the right thing to do. I don’t like that game. Not one bit.

“You dare recoil from me!?” I grip him by the collar taking him completely by surprise before kicking his legs out and dropping him to the floor. I laugh evilly as I crawl atop him. Straddling him I bring my face dangerously close to his, our noses practically touching.

“What’s the matter handsome? Too much woman for you?”

“Fuck you! You have no idea who I am!”

“No? On the contrary, I know exactly who you are Saeran.”

“I didn’t give you permission to say my name!”

“Well that’s perfect seeing as I don’t need your permission doll.”

“You! Y-Your an idiot! A moron! Do you honestly think you can stop me?!”

“Hmm.....yes.” I smile confidently before kissing the tip of his nose.

“I’ll kill you!”

“Oh please say you’ll try! I LOVE that game! I must warn you however, I am VERY good at it.”

“You’re fucking crazy!”

“Aww....too bad. Not very bright. That’s alright, I can work with this.”

“How dare you touch me!”

“Touch you? Hahahaha! Oh dear boy, I am going to do so much more than touch you...”

“What?”

“You heard me. You promised to play with me and I came all the way here to play.”

“You...you’re not her!”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” I offer with a perverse smile making his body go rigid beneath me. He could easily throw me off if he was so inclined, however, I think he’s enjoying the fact that he’s finally met his match. Figures. All men are pigs.

“You’ll pay for this!”

“You promise? Finally we’re starting to get on the same page. Tonight however is about what I want. See, you already came by and got what you wanted earlier. It’s only fair to you know....return the favor.”

“You...you’re insane.”

“You finally get it. Guess there’s hope for you yet. So....are you ready to play with the crazy girl? I warn you, I like to play realllllly rough you little pervert.”

“Fuck you!”

“Tempting, but not yet. You owe me first remember? You fucked my mouth, it’s only fair I fuck yours.

“W-What?”

“What’s the matter? Never eaten pussy before? It’s not hard, just use your tongue.” There it is. That’s the expression I fucking live for. Walking that tightrope of desire and terror. You got in way over your head little boy.

“So how do you want to do it? Willingly and I show mercy or...” I reach over and grab a thick shard of glass.

“Hahahaha! You wanna kill me? Go ahead!”

“Haha no stupid, this isn’t for you. It’s for me.”

“You’re offering to kill yourself? You really are an idiot.”

“Slow on the uptake. Not kill, no. Cut up into a disgusting bloody mess? Oh yes please. I’m sure your savior will love how Saeran disobeyed her orders and went completely psycho. Oh my....you might need another...treatment.” The color drains from his face as his pupils expand a moment before narrowing back in on me. He bursts into maniacal laughter a few moments before gripping my thighs firmly and sitting up abruptly.

“You’re a crazy cunt you know that?” A sexy smirk greets me before his tongue licks across my lips.

“I’ll eat your pussy, if you can make me.”

“Heh. Challenge accepted.” We tumble around on the floor fighting for dominance and I eventually end up beneath him. He bursts into laughter.

“Yeah....that’s what I thought. You’ve got a big mouth. Guess you didn’t learn your lesson from earlier. Shall we review?” Oh you poor child. You really are too wild and undisciplined for your own good.

*CLACK*

The entire course of the evening shifts from one simple move. He looks at me like a deer in headlights frozen in sheer disbelief.

“Who...where....?”

“Oh don’t think too hard, you might hurt yourself. I always keep handcuffs on me. It’s not my fault that sweet young man never bothered checking the contents of my purse when I first arrived.”

“Release me, now.”

“Hmm......no.”

“RELEASE ME!”

“I believe I said...no.”

“SOMEONE, ANYONE, YOU OUT THERE! GET IN HERE AND HELP!”

“Hahaha! Awww, it’s okay. Don’t be afraid. Though I should tell you, I may have bribed the believers to give us some...privacy.”

“You crazy psycho bitch! Let me out of this now! NO ONE TIES ME TO A BED! NO ONE!!!!!!”

“You want out? Let yourself out.” I hold a small silver key in front of his eyes and he stills a moment looking at it desperately.

“G-Give it to me!”

“Come get it.” With a smug grin I hike up my skirt and spread my legs wide for him to see before placing the key deep inside me.

“Well? How badly do you wish to be free? If you even think of using your free hand, the deals off the table.” His beautiful eyes are wild, his breathing erratic. He pushes me down and without a word wildly assaults my sex with his mouth.

“F-Fuck! Oh god yes......” The sensation of his slippery muscle swirling around my wetness has me writhing on my back. He kisses, sucks and licks at the tiny bundle of nerves causing my thighs to squeeze the sides of his head. Draping my one leg over his shoulder he fucks me with his tongue, my fingers digging into the plush carpet on the floor.

“Nmmm.....yeah.....your mouth feels so good.” What happens next is executed so quickly and with such precision I’m actually surprised and nothing fucking surprises me anymore. His tongue claims the key, he unlocks the cuffs and throws them then straddles me holding both of my wrists to the floor above my head.

“Good game Princess. Looks like I won though.”

“Oh no, are you gonna hurt me now?”

“You’d fucking love that wouldn’t you?”

“From you? God yes....you make me so wet it’s practically unbearable.” His mouth greedily claims mine. A violent and desperate kiss from both sides. A clashing of tongues and teeth fighting for dominance.

“Good, ‘cause I’m gonna fuck you till you can’t walk right.” Mmm...that’s more like it. That’s exactly the kind of fun I had in mind.

“You’re not gonna hurt me Daddy are you?” He flips me onto my stomach and a moment later slams into me. Not that I needed a warning, I’ve been ready for his cock since he walked through the door.

“Yeah little girl, I’m going to fucking wreck you.”

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dejinyucu · 7 years ago

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2017 summary!

Hi, I’ve been busy :’) Here’s the 2017 compilation with my fav personal art I did each month :) ...which is mostly just a bunch of Tales of Zestiria and NieR:Automata stuff xD I’m happy I managed to have personal stuff each month this year! 2016 was mostly work and more work until I said screw it and ... stopped working “Orz. I’m tempted to do my fav work or project piece of every month, but I already spent enough time on this one x’D

Art goals for 2018:

FINISH MY PROJECTS, DAMMIT. Do more traditional art on my free time. >> 2016 compilation <<

Month-to-month insight and personal life musings about the year under the cut. Warning: It’s long, and everything is pretty much a bummer, so if you’re feeling bummed yourself, it’s be a better idea to go watch puppy videos than to read this xD

I did count the number of files from procrastidoodles, finished pieces, project stuff and paid work/commissions I had for each month saved on my computer and excluded the duplicates. They painted a pretty good picture of my mood and my mental state along the year, I think. I drew 240+ procrastidoodles this year! (again mostly Zesty and NieR lol) Most of them were done while burned out, during months after I tried to get a lot of work done :’) I spam most of them on my twitter nowadays. I keep forgetting to upload stuff over here and for that I apologize “Orz. January was a very productive month for me in general, while February was a burned out month (lots of procrastidoodling, very little of anything else... including work.) I was still obsessed with Zesty during Jan/Feb.The anime iirc was still airing back then and I was still trying to be sociable in the fandom. March started my descent into NieR:Automata hell xD It was also another “try to get a ton of shit done!” month, because NaNoRenO; I had a death wish and decided I could handle paid work and THREE personal projects at the same time. Ha. Hahahaha. =_= (spoiler: that didn’t work.)

April was the heavy burnout month after that. Actually I didn’t do that much procrastidoodling this month and I was in general pretty dead... idk how I managed to get 2 finished pieces done at all O_o; Maybe my procrastidoodling energy was channeled into them somehow...? May was when I threw the towel, decided to take a full break from work and projects, opened commissions and just did whatever I wanted. The Soremiku piece I picked for May was a collab with @alassetasartir, she did the lines and I did the coloring ^^ June was apparently watercolor month! Also very procrastidoodling-intensive. July and August where... bad. I did pretty much nothing and barely got out of bed to exist (I did 7 things in August. 7. In total. Across all my categories. “Orz). I did work on the Amusement park piece in July-August and that’s my favorite thing I did in 2017, though! And by the end of August, I moved to a new apartment! Where I FINALLY GOT A 2ND ROOM AND COULD HAVE A DESK ALL FOR MYSELF AND MY STUFF WITHOUT HAVING TO SHARE IT WITH THE BF!! ;O; I wanted that for 5 years, 5 YEARS!!! *wipes a happy tear*

September and October were “catching up with the work I’ve neglected this year” months. I didn’t get much done in terms of personal things, though, because... work.

November was WORK OR DIE. I did *a lot* of stuff. A lot. I churned out stuff for projects and work like woah. And personal stuff was close to 0. I have only 4 doodles saved from November on my folders, though I may have a couple more on twitter? I tend to screenshot my doodles, post them and not save them ^^; And December has been a summer-hot, slow, short mess of a month; I suspect burnout, bc I can barely draw shit right now... or do anything else, for that matter “Orz. I seriously need to buy an industrial fan for that awfully hot computer room or I won’t survive January =_=; (in case you don;t know, I live on the southern hemisphere, it’s summer here and it’s awful) As for art, I feel like I improved this year. I’m happy with with what I’ve been able to do and with what I’m able to do when I work hard! I managed to do personal stuff each month, even if it was mostly procrastidoodling, but still! :D I even did finished pieces almost once a month :) And I keep repeating it, but I’m extremely proud of my amusement park piece <3 <3 <3 ...But I’m also upset with how inconsistent I’ve been and still am when it comes to balancing all the shit I have to do and want to do ): Being productive, then burned out, then productive then burned out again has been my jam this year and it hasn’t been healthy at all “Orz.

As for life, it was... bleh. While 2016 was like a rollercoaster, with a lot of high-highs and crashing down lows, 2017 was just a looooong low ride. I went from the social online person I had become in previous years to slowly being a hermit again because I managed to screw things up with some people while I was also, once again, pretty overwhelmed with everything I had on my plate. The depression and debt I was dragging from 2016 plus the burnout cycle kept doing their thing on my mental health, and losing friends and getting dumped didn’t really help; yay bad timing :/ (I deserved being dumped, though; I was neglectful af and bad at communicating, so even if it was understandable bc my mental health was pretty crappy during late 2016-early 2017, it’s not an excuse.) I ended up with a lot of “what’s the point of getting out of bed today” days by the middle of the year. Moving to a new apartment with the BF helped improve a lot of things, though, and for that I’m very grateful! Also having a dog helps a lot, I may feel like a waste of space that can barely exist, but my dog needs to go outside for potty at least twice a day :’D Since then, I’ve been working towards a more balanced life, with more successes than failures, but still not quite there yet. I still have a few days peppered here and there where I feel heavy and sad and unable to get out of bed and I barely eat... but I try to not dwell on them for too long (speaking of which, I should shower and attempt to exist today... “Orz). When I look back and think of the highlights of this year, it’s all stuff that happened to other people around me. I just... kept struggling with my bad choices and poor mental health to pay the bills, pay my debts and don’t disappoint ppl. But such is life for a lot of folks, isn’t it? So let’s say... the positive highlights of this year were the new apartment and NieR:Automata xD Also @yunalescasakura , she’s been a sweetheart this year to me and I don’t deserve her. I believe everything will be better once I manage to finish my project stuff (450+ unpaid hours to go... :’DDD) and I can’t wait for the day that I’m finally free from that to start a new chapter. By this time next year I should be done with projects and will be able to get a better balance!! I JUST HAVE TO ENDURE ONE MORE YEAR!! >_</ What I’m looking forward in 2018, besides finishing all my shit, is to buy a pen display! I’ve been saving slowly for one! I can’t afford a Cintiq, but I’m eyeing an xp-pen 15.6 *v* I also want to try to do traditional art once a week, probably during the weekend... I seriously need a break from drawing on the computer all day, and watercolors and colored pencils relax me so much... I want to buy a good webcam eventually to livestream/record speedpaint videos of it, because I love watching videos of people doing traditional art, haha ^^; Hopefully, in 2018 there will be a couple of Visual Novels released with my art, not counting my own stuff. I’ll also be resuming work on CDC: SideB as a hired artist this time around, since I can’t find the time at all to work on it otherwise. I sincerely hope I’ll be able to find mental space to be sociable in 2018 again, I hate being a hermit “Orz. That’s my goal for 2018: Find balance, kill the burnout cycle and be sociable again!

If you managed to read all of this, thank you. Thanks for being around, thanks for the nice messages that some of you somehow still send me even when I’m barely around anymore. I hope in 2018 I can give back to you all a lot more than I was able to this year. May the new year in ahead of us be full of nice things for everyone!

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skvaderarts · 4 years ago

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Hiraeth Chapter 24: Divergence

Masterlist can be found Here!

Chapter Twenty Four: Divergence

Note: Hi, everyone! Check out the notes at the end of the chapter! I have some cool stuff for you! As for me, everything is fine! Yup! I totally didn’t break my brand new phone that I just got in january by dropping it on the sidewalk. The screen protector totally did it’s job and didn’t somehow manage to not get a scratch on it while my phone shattered like my hopes and dreams. That would be silly… anyway… SO HOW WAS YOUR WEEKEND?! BETTER THAN MINE, I HOPE?! Hahahaha… hahaha… ha. *Sobs.*

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Situations this dire normally didn’t occur in something as unassuming and generally benign as a grocery store. But then again, normal wasn’t a term that people generally associated with devil hunters, and even among the ranks of those that fought against the creatures of the netherworld, the Dark Knight Sparda’s family was especially cursed in regards to finding new and unlikely ways to imperil themselves. They generally weren’t trying to get themselves into these kinds of situations, but that didn’t exactly mean that they were actively trying not to, either.

Both of them were still coming to grips with the unique and possibly deadly situation that they had found themselves in as they stood by the front counter, unsure as to what they could do to combat their current situation. It was admittedly dubious, and it was far from the sort of thing that V could say he was used to, but there was something uncomfortably familiar about it. He just wasn’t sure what his past experiences could teach him about something like this.

It occurred to Sirrus that he probably looked somewhat suspicious after everything that had happened that day, and that was something that he didn’t need in a situation like this. Trust was something that he needed to foster between himself and V if they were to have any hope of escaping this place with their lives. Both of them needed one thing from another in order to proceed. V needed Sirrus’s instruction, and Sirrus needed V to help combat their unseen opponent. After all, they were mutually damned if they didn’t put aside any misgivings they might have developed that evening. They needed to put their heads together and come up with a plan. Neither of them was unintelligent.

“Using as few of your abilities as you can is imperative in a situation like this. It is best that we keep our true capabilities to ourselves.” The man in the black and purple coat said calmly, concealing his apprehension towards the situation as best as he could. On paper, he understood what was going on very well. But in action, well…

“Agreed. I have the distinct feeling that we are being watched. I have decided to air on the side of caution and not use them,” V said to Sirrus, knowing that his unwilling companion would know who and what he was referring to. “Perhaps it would have been best if I had access to my full repertoire of companions before getting into this situation. It’s truly regrettable, but I suppose there is nothing I can do about it now aside from working with what I have.”

Griffon chimed in quietly from the recesses of V’s mind, seemingly agreeing with him, but still slightly miffed. “You mean the big guy, V? Do ya really think that you have what it takes to get control of him all over again? He almost killed you the first time, don’t you remember?! I don’t think you can handle going through all of that again, pall. Not right now, at least.”

Leave it to the mouthy bird to only whisper during the appropriate time on the one occasion he couldn’t actually be heard out loud…

V wasn’t surprised by Griffon’s nervous tone. He hadn’t wanted V to attempt to gain control over the monstrous demon from the moment that he had originally suggested it, and he had been worried every time that he had used him after that, constantly pointing out the toll that it took on him. Griffon didn’t doubt his abilities or his strength. He wouldn’t serve him so loyally if he did, even if that wasn’t the reason that they had originally been pressganged together. But what he didn’t trust were unpredictable factors, and there were few things more unpredictable than Nightmare. His very creation had proved that. But in truth, what surprised him was the fact that he was still attempting to warn him away from the idea. “From what I understand, that is no longer an option. I have no idea how I would regain control over Nightmare, even if I knew where he was. But regardless, I am stronger than I was then. Better equipped. My odds are favorable in contrast to what they were before, and it would be on my terms. I refuse to allow my choices to be a direct result of my opponent’s pressure.”

“Well, you’ve got a fair point, V. Probably shouldn’t have brought it up, hu?” Griffon said almost nervously as he quieted down, seemingly eager to escape the uncomfortable conversation. There was a certain shudder to the way that he spoke that actually made V apprehensive for a moment. Was his avian companion concealing something?

“... Do you know something important that you’re not telling me, Griffon?” He asked calmly, more curious than upset. It made perfect sense that his friend had secrets of his own, but the young summoner hadn’t considered the possibility that Griffon might be keeping something important from him before. If he was, then he was sure that his intentions were pure, but he could only speculate as to what his companion might be concealing. Perhaps he was protecting him from something? Or at the very least, it was something that he didn’t think that V would benefit from knowing? Perhaps it was harmful to him in some way? They would discuss this later under better circumstances.

The wacky bird answered hesitantly, probably chastising himself for being careless in his approach. V was good at reading him, even if he couldn’t physically see him. He had to be more thoughtful in the future. “I mean, isn’t everyone, V? But this isn’t the best time to talk about it anyway. I mean, that Belial guy got in your head for a little bit before when we were on that island with that girl you like, and your walking his turf right now, right? Might want to be careful what you think. He might be able to hear you, or whatever.”

Somewhat surprised by the honesty and relatable understandability of that statement, V decided to secede defeat and just drop the matter until they were able to get out of there. Sometimes he forgot the fact that Griffon was very intelligent, and just had a generally sarcastic and funny personality. “That makes sense… and also… what did you say about me liking her?”

A moment later V was brought back to reality by Sirrus, the other man seemingly working on some sort of plan. Or at least, that was what he thought he was doing. Sirrus was headed somewhere in a hurry, and V wasn’t entirely sure where, but he was eager to find out. The less time they spent in the clutches of their enemies, the better.

“You used to possess more of them? That is quite impressive, actually.” Sirrus asked, seemingly surprised. He leaned over, speaking quietly as he looked V in the eyes momentarily, indicating in some unmistakable yet uncertain way that he understood what he was implying. V couldn’t tell what it was about Sirrus’s body language that told him that, but it was clear nonetheless. “That takes quite a bit of strength. A weak will does not obedient servants make.”

V nodded, concurring with the statement as they rounded the next corner, seemingly headed towards the back of the store. He had considered once or twice in his youth what the back of the store held within it, especially the freezer compartment, but he had been too horrified by the potential options to actually ask someone, especially after witnessing a butcher carve chunks of meat off of something he couldn’t identify and then cart it through the back doors, never to be seen again. It seemed that now he was going to find out. “While I would not consider them as such, your point stands. When I returned from… where I was before all of this began, I was only able to reclaim two of them. The last of my companions is currently unaccounted for.

“Please do not mistake my intentions. It was purely a figure of speech.” Sirrus said casually as he peaked his head into the back of the store. There was no light coming from that sector, a yawning black abyss stretching out as far as the eye could see. The only details were a wall and a large double door at the back. “They are far more than that, especially to you. From what I understand, their power is based on how close you are personally to them, not just how powerful they were to start with. Your bond is everything. The more time you spend together and how often you utilize them are both factors that strengthen your bond with them. But that does not mean that they are not unrecoverable after being lost, as you have demonstrated… how did you lose them?”

“Of that, I am not sure. They are not exactly normal. Let’s just say they are remnants of a sort, artificially created in some capacity, but their origin is far from inorganic. I won’t pretend to fully understand how it happened, but we can discuss that later under less… pressing circumstances.” V kept his voice low, opting to instead stand nearer to Sirrus than he would normally like to. But he had no way of knowing if their opponent could hear them, and he didn’t need him knowing any of this information. Working under the assumption that everything he said could be heard by their host helped. “In regards to how I lost them… Well, I died. More specifically, I knew that I was going to die, so I released them. They had done their best, and I refused to force my fate upon them, even if I knew that they themselves were not long for this world without me. But I refuse to take the option to choose away from someone the way that it has been taken from me by other people my entire life, especially for something like that. That is not right.”

Sympathy washed over Sirrus’s face as he considered the ramifications of what V had just revealed to him. He had clearly been through much in the short time that he had been alive. Too much. And to have died and come back with his sanity still in tack? Such an imposing thing to face at such a young age… he didn’t envy that experience in the slightest. “I’ve clearly overstepped. Forgive me. I can’t imagine what you went through. I remember something being said about you having died back at your house… I’m sorry.”

Inching forward, they cautiously approached the distant door, noting that it was seemingly as far away from them as they were from the front counter by this point. V nodded in recognition of Sirrus’s apology, but it wasn’t needed. He had come to terms with that reality long before it had even become one. It was inevitable and unwelcome, but there was little that one could do to counter it, if there was anything that could be done about death at all. That was what made it so petrifying, as far as he was concerned.

Neither of them needed to have worked in a grocery store before to be able to tell that this was probably the result of their host stretching his own limits as far as they would go, having no point of reference for something that V had not seen before. The building itself wasn’t long enough to even accommodate a hallway of this size. But they had to press forward either way. This could be their only means of escape. As much as they didn’t like it, they had to go down this path.

From the moment that they opened the door and stepped into the hallway, V could feel his stomach knot up as an uncontrollable wave of anxiety crawled up the base of his spine. It was a potent kind of fear that was hard to place the source of, primeval in the sense that he could not understand what had caused it, but he felt its powerful influence regardless. His pulse quickened and he felt slightly lightheaded, but he attempted to regain control of himself in spite of his fight or flight system’s insistence on making him a sitting duck. “This isn’t real. It can’t hurt you… can it? Oh no, can it?”

“What is the nature of an illusion like this? Are we working against a sort of time limit, or is there a way to circumvent this situation?” V asked uncomfortably as he tried to remain relatively calm. He wasn’t normally so easily shaken, but something about this place filled him with unbridled terror with every step that he took. His breath shuttered slightly as they approached a second door in the distance, frost and white mist seeping from underneath the door and through the cracks provided by the hinges and the door’s center split. Through the circular windows, there was only blackness, ice shards forming webs of blistering cold that spread upwards across the plexiglass and towards the ceiling, out of their line of view.’

Noticing the change in V’s demeanor, Sirrus stopped, gently gripping the edge of V’s long sleeve shirt in order to pull him to a slow stop. The white-haired summoner went completely rigid, his muscles refusing to so much as entertain the idea of retracting his wrist from Sirrus’s light grip. He just stood there, reeling from the colliding conflictions caused by the fact that his neanderthal brain wanted to run for the hills, but was too paralyzed by fear to do anything, and his logical brain still hadn’t located the source of the terror that he felt in the first place. He had never felt so utterly confused and afraid in his entire life. Well, perhaps one other time, but it wasn’t quite like this.

Stepping around in front of him, Sirrus gave V a calm, questioning look as he took in the fact that he was shuddering slightly. Looking down at his sleeve, he noticed that the summoner’s hand was clenched sightly, more than likely out of reflex in response to the fear and anxiety that was plastered across his face. It wasn’t so much that he looked afraid or panicked as it was that he seemed… anxious. His brow was furrowed slightly and he was blinking considerably more than he probably needed to in quick bursts, his eyes looking in every direction but directly at Sirrus. He seemed distracted, almost distant as if his thoughts were elsewhere. It reminded him of the way that V had looked back when they had been on Vie de Marli when Belial had managed to sneak his way into his mind, only this time he seemed far too coherent for that to actually be the case. Everything about his body language said that he was extraordinarily uncomfortable, and Sirrus immediately realized what was probably causing it.

He used his free hand to carefully unclench V’s fingers, silently hoping that doing so might help snap him out of his current state and bring him back to… whatever reality they were currently in. It seemed to work slightly as the moment that he managed to straighten his hand out slightly, V unclenched somewhat and gave him a look as if to ask what was happening. Sirrus nodded, a slight smile on his face in spite of the horrible circumstances that they were both in. “I was hoping that might do the trick. Telling someone who is upset to calm down rarely does anything more than piss them off despite the fact that it’s arguably the most logical answer.”

“Do… Do you have any idea why this is happening to me?” V asked calmly, removing his hand from Sirrus’s light grip slowly and using it to rub the side of his neck. This was perhaps the strangest reaction that he had ever had to seemingly nothing, and he was at his wit’s end. Common sense told him that it had something to do with the place that they were currently in, but that didn’t change the fact that the very sight of that door was enough to send him spiraling down a rabbit hole of terror, and why that was was totally beyond him.

Casually shrugging, Sirrus nodded. “I’d imagine that Belial searched the deepest recesses of your mind until he found something that he knew you’d find inescapably horrifying, and decided to utilize it. It’s more than likely part of the effect of this place. He’s filling in any blanks with what little he can grasp as to what scared you at one point or another. And sometimes, if something scared you bad enough in the past, it doesn’t matter if you’re still afraid of it now. It’s the residual terror that you still feel that’s the problem. That’s why things that we found frightening as children but we know are silly now still get to us.” Sirrus gestured towards the door, shivering slightly from the bitter cold. He didn’t particularly know what was through that door, but he just knew he would find out soon enough. “He can draw upon that fear and make it as real now as it was back then. The only difference is that this time whatever imaginary fear you used to have might actually be real. It depends on how good of a grip he has on this reality. And if I was willing to make a guess, I’d say that he’s very much in control of this place if he’d manifesting subliminal horrors. This is what I meant when I said he likes to play games. Whatever is on the other side of that door is a horror manifested by your own subconscious, and he knows that nothing he can come up with is more terrifying than what dwells in the depths of our own minds.”

V sighed heavily, looking down at the ground for a moment as he composed himself. That made far too much sense. Sirrus was right, his own subconscious was certainly worse than the majority of the demons he’d faced in his lifetime. Maybe all of them. He just hoped that it wouldn’t prove to be the end of them both. While he wasn’t sure what was on the other side of that door, he knew that knowing that it originated from within his mind made it both more bearable, and even more difficult to face. No one should have to physically witness the abominations of their own subconscious, and he was not eager to see what his subconscious could cook up if it tried hard enough. Hell, it might not have to try at all. Simply twisting one of his many negative life experiences would probably be enough to cause everything to come crashing down around him.

But facing his “demons” was the only way that they could get out of there, and V wasn’t going to back down without putting up a fight. Even if it pushed him to his limit, he was going to do everything that he could to combat this threat. He just hoped that they wouldn’t have to reveal too much to their adversary to accomplish that goal.

Peering down the hallway towards the looming door, V exhaled softly before taking a step in the direction of the door. At the very least, he wanted to know what he was up against, even if he somehow knew in the pit of his stomach that he would regret it in the long run. Enough was enough. They needed to get out of here, and if this was the only way that they might be able to do that, then that was what they would do.

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I used a text to speech application to help me edit this chapter. Let me know if that helped. I find that hearing my writing out loud is helpful, but my brain just puts together the gaps in the words that I missed when editing, so I can’t really do it myself.

So remember that thing I was excited to share with you?! Here it is! I found an editor for Soliloquy, so they will be updating and editing everything this week! I have also commissioned someone very well known in the dmc art community on Tumblr to do the cover art, so I can’t wait to get the first prints of the book to show to you all!

Below I have included a link to an interest check form that helps me figure out everything from pricing and shipping costs, to accessories like posters and stickers, all the way to the type of binding type to print, the fit and finish, and the charity that we would be donating the proceeds to. It would only take about five minuets to fill out, and it would be hugely helpful to me. It’s not an obligation to buy, just a useful tool for me to use as I move forward. Sorry for the number of forms lately! Hopefully that isn’t annoying… I guess I’m just excited! If you don’t check it out, that’s fine, but I would love it if you did. Feel free to skip any questions that you don’t want to answer, and share the link if you’d like to. The more, the merrier!

Have a wonderful day!

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nomunamuinmybrain · 4 years ago

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Happy Birthday to our Jiminie🐥

Hello guys! I hope you are having a wonderful day!

FLUFF WITH A SPRINKLE (or so) of smut/Slow pace

words: 969

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Chapter 2/

It was already passed 11pm and I was washing the dishes after devouring the gorgeous dinner I made, spicy chicken stew, when my phone started blowing up. A series of messages and calls almost cause my phone to vibrate off the counter.

"Hoseokaaaa! Come for a minute please! I can't get my phone and it's ringing!"

He unlocked my phone and his eyebrows shot up to meet hairline almost and then he made a face, a weird face.

"What?! Who is it?! Is it a client?! Let me see."

Wiping my hands on my shirt I pry the phone out of his hand. He starts cackling.

"Oh, it's a client. THE client."

With a loud smack across his shoulder I make an exit from the kitchen and land on my bed.

What could he possibly want? Did he change his mind about working with me? I mean it could just be an update or something. Won't know unless I check, right. Maybe he was thinking about you, a little voice whispered in my head. Nah. I don't think so. The phone starts ringing again in my hand, I look down and its him. Again.

"Hello..." I answer confused

"Hey! Hi. How are you?" he said with low giggle

"HIIIII Y/N!!! How ARE you? HOW IS HOSEOKIII?" My ears ringing from the screaming. But I can't help myself and laugh so hard my belly hurts.

"Jimin? Are you? Are you drunk?"

"That he is. Sorry for all the calls and messages. He fell, broke his phone, then took mine and started randomly calling and messaging people. I apologise for disturbing y-"

"COME OVER AT THE STUDIOOOO! WE ARE HAVING DRUNKS!" I could hear Namjoon trying to get his phone back, trying to get Jimin to sit down and I kept laughing like an idiot. Unsure of whether I should hung up or not Namjoon tells me he will call me back.

Now, I'm not the kind of person that gets their hopes up easily, or at all, but would I be lying if I told you that there was a knot at the pit of my belly waiting for him to call. To hear his husky voice through the phone calling my name. Talking to ME! With a sigh I burry my face into the mattress. The little voice in my head from earlier drowned by the other side of me, the rational one, as it scolds me, don't be stupid you are not enough for him.

Forty minutes later I am already showered clean, swallowed up by the cosiness of my bed. I was reading a book hoping I wouldn't fall asleep early cause I've been really wanting to finish up this chapter. A few pages in my phone starts buzzing.

Its him.

Okay. No big deal.

"Hello..."

"Hey, sorry if I woke you up. Did I wake you up? I am sorry-" the remorse in his voice was eminent.

"No, no. It’s okay. I was still up, catching up on some reading."

"Oh, nice. That's nice. What are you reading?" he sounded relieved and that put me at ease.

"Sharp Objects by Gillian Flynn."

"Is it a thriller? I think I've heard of her before."

"Probably. She blew up after Gone Girl. Maybe you've watched the movie."

"I've definitely heard of it. Never watched it surely. Not much free time you see."

"Always busy, I get it."

"Not so much anymore. You've taken a load of my shoulders and for that I ought to be thankful." his voice sweeter than honey sliding through my ear.

"I'm just doing my job. How's Jimin by the way?"

"I will probably kill him tomorrow. He came in got to drinking with my partner, Yoongi and got absolutely wasted and all hell broke loose."

"Hahahaha. Always the same. I swear he'll always be trouble that one."

"Yeah... I've been meaning to ask you something but I have been a bit of a coward."

"You can ask me anything."

"Okay. Not tonight. Friday. We're still on for Friday, right?"

"Of course. As scheduled."

"Would you mind if I make a minor change?"

"Not at all."

"Okay then, could we meet at my place? On Friday?"

His pleading tone has left my head empty. I remind myself that this means nothing.

Nothing at all. Its only work.

"Sure. Whatever you like."

"Whatever I like...All right then. I'll leave you to your books companion. Sweet dreams y/n."

His lingering over the words, whatever I like, oh my. If I wasn't laying down, I would have fallen to the floor.

"Good night Namjoon."

Can someone explain to me what just happened?! Why meet at his place? Should it mean anything? Does it mean anything. It’s all in your head, a voice screams. Hoseok would smack my head and call me stupid if he was here. The truth is my imagination has gone haywire crafting scenarios out of plain air. No matter what my friends say they are my friends. They wouldn’t be as straightforward as I am with myself. As I should be. There is nothing going on. There is no way in hell that he could be interested in me in that way.

In an attempt to distract myself, I pick up my book only to put it down seconds later, frustrated. As if it wasn’t enough to have his face in my thoughts, his voice had to infect what little was left of my brain. I find myself biting my lip again. My fingers trace from behind my ear down to the nape of my neck, his words ghosting gently in my ear. My eyes are shut and I feel nothing but the bass of his voice as he tells me sweet dreams. If he’ll be in them, they sure will be.

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deusaeverythingcomestoanend · 5 years ago

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D. Series: The Pirate

Cronus goes into town with Clement. He learns the beauty of blacksmith. Aroldo returns with a gift which mesmerizes Cronus.

Chapter 7

Hit the Books

There is so much I have to teach,

Time is not within our reach,

Listen to the lessons I have today,

They will help you get better someday.

“Clement, to what do I owe the favor of your visit!” greeted Uncle Faber in a deep voice. He pulled Clement into a tight bear hug.

“Actually, it was Cronus who wished to see you,” gasped Clement, pulling himself out of the hug.

“Ah, I see,” smiled Uncle Faber, kneeling down to meet Cronus eye level, “what can I do for you, Cronus? Do you want me to make something for you? How about a nice pair of knives?”

“Faber, stop talking to my son like he's a dog. Wait, you have your own children. Do not tell me that this is how to talk to them. Do you even know how to talk to kids?” wondered Clement, crossing his arms.

“Hahahaha, do you... do you really think I spend time with my own children?” chuckled Uncle Faber.

“Well, you should,” argued Clement, “how else will you be able to pass down your skill to the next generation? Not to mention, bonding with your children is important.”

“What's the point of me bothering with all that nonsense? After all it is the responsibility of their mother to watch over them. I ain't going to do it,” reasoned Uncler Faber, “I mean are you teaching Cronus how to be a K-N-I-G-H-T?”

“That is a different matter entirely,” hissed Clement, “and you know that.”

“Are you sure about that?” questioned Uncle Faber.

“Of course, I am banned from doing it by our King. Unlike yourself who can still create and teach whenever he pleases,” reminded Clement, “Now if you will excuse me, I have to go and ask someone to help me fix my front door. We will meet right next to the church in one hour.”

“Huh? Did something happen?” questioned Uncle Faber.

“Do not worry about it. It was already taken care of,” shrugged Clement already leaving.

“What does he mean?” inquired Uncle Faber drawing his attention to Cronus.

“Does it matter? He did say that he took care of it. Did he not?” questioned Cronus.

“You are definitely Clement's offspring. I do not know if that is a good thing or not,” shrugged Uncle Faber.

“Why is that?” asked Cronus, crossing his arms.

“How well do you even know your own Father?” questioned Uncle Faber staring at Clement's back.

“He is my Papa, of course I know him,” barked Cronus glaring up at Uncle Faber.

“I meant if you know him as the man he once was. Prior to becoming your father,” sighed Uncle Faber, “Has he mentioned anything about his past?”

“I don't think that he likes to talk about it much. Even if I do try and ask, he has a tendency of changing the subject. Although, for the most part he will just keep quiet and say that he has a lot on his mind and cannot talk about it. I usually forget to ask him again,” confessed Cronus, “Can you start working on whatever you were doing? I came here to observe you after all.”

“Observe me? Why is that?” asked Uncle Faber, knitting his eyebrows.

“If I am to create the things I want, I will first have to know the basics. Now won't I?” questioned Cronus.

“It will depend on what it is that you are trying to make. The skills you have to master in order to create a sword are different than the ones you need to create a shield. Even if they do use up the same materials. The way in which they are made are entirely different from one another,” explained Uncle Faber, “Besides they both take years to master.”

“Then I guess I should start learning,” reasoned Cronus walking over to Uncle Faber's Shop, “my Papa said I have one hour before I have to return home. I want to make the most of that time and not throw it to waste.”

That hour passed and Cronus learned that there were different types of metals. Uncle Faber explained that they each had different melting temperatures. Cronus watched as Uncle Faber wore gloves that he explained he needed to protect him from the heat. He picked up a hammer and started to smash a long bright red piece against an anvil. Moments before the hour had passed Uncle Faber was finishing up his construction of a sword.

Cronus' eyes light up when he gazes upon the finished object. He was amazed at how a pile of rocks had been turned into a work of art. The sword was incredible to behold. He stepped closer to get a better look. The blade was so well polished that he could easily see his own reflection. The metal work on the sword was rather wobbly. Uncle Faber explained that it was called “Pattern welding”. Cronus then glanced at the hilt before Uncle Faber wrapped it up with leather. He spotted the tiny dragon carved there.

“How come everything you make seems to have a dragon hidden into it?” questioned Cronus.

“It is our town's symbol,” shrugged Uncle Faber.

“Yeah, but why do you do it?” asked Cronus, not understanding what was the importance of having them.

“The pride I have in our hometown is etched into my very core. The best way I know how to show it is by carving those dragons into my work,” prided Uncle Faber, “you may be too young to understand it now. Someday when you are older and savvier you will.”

“Did you gain the knowledge you wanted?” inquired Clement on their way back home.

“For the most part yes. Although there are still more things I will need to learn from Uncle Faber,” replied Cronus holding onto his Father's hand.

“So, I guess I will have to bring you back tomorrow. Won't I?” shrugged Clement.

“Papa, today all I did was watch Uncle Faber work. I did not participate at all. I think I learn best by doing than by seeing,” reasoned Cronus taping his chin.

“That is true there are certain skills you gain by observing someone else do them. Yet by doing so it could only take your skill to a certain degree. You learn more based on experience. I mean the dex-”

“Hey, were you not going to get someone to help fix our front door?” interrupted Cronus noticing that there was no one with them.

“Yes, but then I remembered that it was your teacher Aroldo who destroyed it. So I decided that I will have him fix it for us. I mean it is only fair,” reasoned Clement as they continued their way home.

“You think he is already waiting for us?” asked Cronus, trying to hide his excitement.

“My guess is that he might be waiting for us. If not then it won't be long before he shows up,” shrugged Clement, “Why are you so eager to see him?”

“Did you see what he did last night? He took down so many of those monsters! It was ama-”

“I was there too,” interjected Clement, sounding rather hurt.

“I know you were there, Papa, but you were nothing compared to Aroldo's skill,” beamed Cronus, “I mean you did have a sword. Aroldo just seemed to use his bare hands.”

“I was hoping to keep your admiration for at the very least a few more years,” sulked Clement as he left his son's side to go draw circles on the dirt.

“Papa, stop doing that! You are embarrassing me!” shouted Cronus his face turning beet red.

“You still think I am amazing? Right?” frowned Clement not getting up from where he was.

“For the most part, yes. At the moment? No, I find you weird,” sighed Cronus nodding his head and crossing his arms, “Now, get up or I will leave you here.”

“You would abandon your own Papa. Could you get any crueler, Cronus?” whined Clement sinking lower into his sadden state.

“You are still my Papa. I just think that Aroldo did tell me that he was going to become my teacher. I am excited for him to teach me how he took down all of those monsters,” sighed Cronus walking away from his father.

“It's not like I don't want to teach you too,” pouted Clement finally getting up, “It's just that I am not allowed.”

“Well, I want to learn, and Aroldo is willing to teach me,” reasoned Cronus waiting for Clement, “Is it wrong for me to want to make something of myself? I do not want to be weak. I do not want to stay weak.”

“If that is the goal that you have placed for yourself. Then I as your Father have the right to keep you from achieving it,” settled Clement getting up and walking past his son, “However, if I feel that your life is in danger I will not hesitate to pull you out. Have I made myself clear?”

“W-what kind of dangers would I face?” chuckled Cronus looking down at his feet as he walked.

“You want him to teach you how to fight monsters. Don't you?” sighed Clement.

“Perhaps,” mumbled Cronus fidgeting with his fingers.

“That's a problem you are far too young, Cronus. You are not afraid of death and that is a dilemma. In any situation in which your life is in the line you have to be afraid. If you are then it means that you are not an imbecile and you are more than likely to survive,” explained Clement as he traveled on the dirt road.

“Were you afraid last night, Papa?” asked Cronus walking close behind him.

“I was,” whispered Clement.

They walked in silence for a few minutes until they reached the edge of their property. Clement groaned in annoyance when he spotted who was waiting on their front porch. The complete opposite of how Cronus was feeling.

“Welcome back,” greeted Aroldo, “I felt sort of responsible for breaking your door. I hope you don't mind that I fixed it back up.”

“Nah, I was going to have you repair it anyway,” shrugged Clement, “I am going back to bed.”

“Are you ready for today's lesson?” asked Aroldo, drawing his attention to Cronus.

“Yeah!” cheered Cronus throwing his arms in the air.

“Good, read these books,” ordered Aroldo handing over three two inch hardcover books to Cronus.

“WHAT?!” shouted Cronus in disbelief.

“I said read those books,” repeated Aroldo.

“I THOUGHT YOU WERE GOING TO TEACH ME HOW TO FIGHT MONSTERS!!!” thundered Cronus his eyebrows twitching.

“Why are you yelling? I am literally right next to you,” stated Aroldo, “Besides, what made you assume I was going to teach you how to fight?”

“Well are you not?” growled Cronus turning beet red.

“Teaching you how to fight is not a priority. Teaching you how to understand what it is you saw in your vision is,” instructed Aroldo, “what is the point of seeing things being made when you cannot do it yourself? Vision without the means of creating it is a waste of talent. Trust me once you learn simple arithmetic and language you will be able to take down anyone.”

“Does not mean I do not want to learn how to fight,” frowned Cronus looking down at the books he carried.

“Fine, I will teach you self defense. Only if you make progress in the other subjects I will be teaching you,” compromised Aroldo taking note in how upset Cronus appeared.

“Really?!” cheered Cronus jumping it up in excitement.

“Yes,” agreed Aroldo nodding his head.

“Alright, then I will! First things first... I cannot read,” informed Cronus looking up from his books.

“Are you serious?” questioned Aroldo his mouth opening up in disbelief.

“Not one word,” informed Cronus looking Aroldo in the eye.

“Unbelievable, how is that even possible? Never mind do not answer that. You know what give me the first two books you have in your arms back. We are going to have to start from the basics. That is going to be a lot of work,” sighed Aroldo taking the books from Cronus' hands.

“Where are you going?” asked Cronus watching Aroldo leave.

“Do not worry. I will be back before you know it. I just have to go and grab the proper books for your education,” reassured Aroldo running off to retrieve whatever books he needed.

Cronus sadly looked down at the book in his arms. The cover felt smooth to the touch. He opened it up and touched the delicate pages that were inside. He glanced at the simple arithmetic found within its pages. The problems on the page automatically became almost like a second language to him. In moments where only numbers were involved he felt like he could easily solve them. It wasn't until the problem was within a paragraph of words that he was a complete loss.

“I am back Motherfffflocks? This time I brought with me the correct books. Not to mention a few supplies that you will need, Cronus. Paper... no parchment, pencils... I mean quills and ink,” Aroldo seemed to die a bit inside whenever he corrected himself, “Why isn't the Ink already in here?”

“I... I do not know,” gulped Cronus as he watched Aroldo shake one of the boxes feverishly. Which Cronus could only assume contained a quill.

“Do you have any idea how hard it is to use this?” asked Aroldo as he shook the box in his hand.

“I know how to use that,” droned Clement sitting down at the bottom of the stairs.

“I thought you said that you were going to bed,” remembered Aroldo drawing his attention to Clement.

“I thought you had already left,” shrugged Clement.

“Touché,” noted Aroldo, “Fine, since you know how to use those supplies. Why don't you teach your son how to use them? That way I can concentrate on teaching him the subjects he has to master.”

“I will, just one question,” agreed Clement getting up.

“That is,” voiced Aroldo walking inside the house.

“Why don't you teach him with materials you are most comfortable?” inquired Clement.

“For a very simple reason. I will not be able to keep on supplying those materials. They are far too advance for this point in time. What is he going to use once I no longer return? Parchment, quills and ink are supplies that he has easy access to. While the items I am most accustomed to will not be invented yet,” reasoned Aroldo shrugging his shoulders.

“WITCH!” shouted Clement pointing an accusatory index finger at him.

“No, I more like God's cousin,” stated Aroldo.

“Blasphemy!” screamed Clement charging forward.

“Are we really having this conversation right now?” asked Aroldo, appearing rather frustrated.

“GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!” demanded Clement towering over Aroldo.

“Cronus, hand over your supplies. I will teach you how to use them,” trembled Clement as he stood up, “Come, let us head over to the table. That way you have both a place to work and somewhere to put your things down.”

“Start from the basics. Teach your son how to make circles and lines. I will leave this lesson to you. I will step aside during your lessons and I expect you to do the same during mine,” bargained Aroldo reaching a hand towards Clement.

“It is not as if I were to have a choice. Now do I?” chuckled Clement shaking Aroldo's hand.

“You are right. I am giving you a 'It is my way or the highway' sort of deal,” leered Aroldo.

“I unders- Wait what does 'my way or the highway' even mean?” questioned Clement, his eyebrows knitting in clear confusion.

“It means that I am giving you an ultimatum,” responded Aroldo crossing his arms, “It is similar to what you had stated before. I am not giving you a choice.”

Cronus walked away from the two talking adults. It felt as if they kept repeating themselves over and over again. He sat down on his chair and opened the arithmetic book he had opened moments ago. He glanced over at the glass bottle of ink. He tilted the bottle mesmerized by the pitch black ink it held within. He spotted his own reflection within its darkness. He kept moving the bottle around playing with the location of the air bubble trapped inside.

He placed the ink bottle down on the table. He then opened up one of the long small boxes. There were three in total. Each was tied together by a velvet ribbon. The first box he held in his hands was black with silver foil stamping on the right corner of the same symbol as Aroldo's Family crest. Cronus removed the silver ribbon and removed the lid from the box. Inside was a silver thin fabric that Cronus pulled aside. He looked at the iridescent black feather inside. His finger gliding over the carved silver which made up the quill's nib.

He quickly covered the box and moved on to the next one. This box was white with a golden foiled crest in the same upper corner and a light blue ribbon. He removed the ribbon and opened the box. Much like the one before it had a thin fabric covering up the quill, but unlike the first one this fabric was golden. He looked at the quill. Taking note that the feather's center was a light shade of blue that seemed to fade into white. His finger once more traced the golden material that made up it's nib.

He placed the pen back and grabbed hold of the final box. Which was gray held together with a deep purple ribbon. He was surprised that the foiled crest was iridescent instead of one metallic color like the previous boxes. He removed the ribbon and opened the final box. Like the previous boxes the thin fabric covering the quill matched the foiled crest. He removed the fabric and what he saw inside left him breathless.

The feather was a deep shade of purple. He was gentle when he picked it up. He twirled the metal, which he had a feeling was more valuable than gold, in his hand.

“Ahhh,” breathed Cronus.

“I had a feeling you would like that one,” admitted Aroldo standing right behind him, “I am glad it is to your liking.”

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The Heart Wants What It Wants - Chapter 11

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Nicole's POV

"All set?" Jared took the luggage and looked at me before he scanned the bedroom for the last time to make sure we had packed everything for our trip to Milan.

"I am. We can finally go," I exhaled in relief, wanting to be as far away from LA. The previous day took its toll on me and I was in desperate need to fly some place peaceful and drama-free.

"OK, the car is outside, ready, with Emma waiting for us to head down to the airport," Jared walked towards the front door and I followed.

We were finally on the plane after a couple of hours of driving, check-ins, and the tedious airport mess everyone needs to go through when they fly abroad.

"Stop fidgeting you're gonna make me nervous," Jared teased me.

"Sorry, but I hate flying. If we could just take off already, so I can fall asleep and not even remember we were up in the air at all," I sighed watching through the window nervously. I always hated flying, and knowing we'll spend more than 12 hours on the plane was completely freaking me out.

"You know, there are plenty of ways to cut time short," Jared smirked at me and grazed my thigh leaning in to kiss my jaw.

"Nice try, but I'm so not in the mood for that right now," I chuckled and took his hand into mine.

"OK, but don't worry. I'm here to protect you all the time," he winked and pulled me closer to him, kissing me on the temple.

"I know. I always feel safe around you," I nestled in Jared's arms so comfortably, I felt like that was truly my safe haven.

The flight was quite long, and with the 9 hour time difference, this trip was gonna be more mind-numbing than I thought. By the time we had arrived, it was already around noon, on Monday. Luckily, the Gucci show was scheduled for Tuesday afternoon, which gave Jared and me enough time to rest, and take jet lag under control, to a certain point anyway.

We were in our hotel room and I immediately plopped on the king-size bed, without taking any of my clothes off.

"Oh my God," I huffed completely exhausted, "I'm never leaving this bed in my life."

“That comfortable, huh?” Jared asked as he tipped the boy carrying our luggage.

“A-ma-zing.”

“Ahhhh, you’re right, this feels like heaven,” Jared plopped on the bed next to me, closing his eyes for the moment. We were both lying on our back, breathing slowly and just enjoying some peace and quiet. Jared’s breathing soon started to become really slow, which made me think he was about to fall asleep.

I felt most at ease after a long and relaxing shower, so even though this bed was like the cloud itself, I felt an enormous urge to hit the shower and wash the scent of a plane off me. As I moved an inch, Jared’s hand suddenly grabbed mine.

“Going somewhere?” he opened his right eye, making a funny face.

“I thought I could get a shower,” I sat on the bed and kissed his hand.

He lifted himself just enough to grab me and lay me on top of him, “Come here,” he said as he wrapped his arms around my waist, letting them rest on the small of my back.

“I’ll suffocate you if you keep me lying on top of you like this, for too long,” I said biting my lower lip and caressing the edge of his face with the back of my hand, all the way to that gorgeous jawline.

“Of course you won’t silly,” he lifted his head to kiss me softly, “I just want you in my arms for a little while,” he slowly slid his hands down my bum and groped it, leaving me all tingly.

I smirked and kissed him more lustfully as the desire for him rose gradually. Suddenly, showering wasn’t really on top of my mind, given that I could feel Jared’s desire for me also resurfacing. I was wearing my black leggings, and Jared had his favorite sweatpants on, giving us both very little space to wonder how the other one felt. We continued to make out like two teenagers in love, with every kiss being more passionate than the previous. Our tongues danced in the pure passion, completely overwhelming us with feelings. Nevertheless, we just kept still, me on top of Jared, with his hands only fondling and squeezing my bum from one second to the next. I broke the kiss, then kissed Jared’s cheek, and his jawline in the end, looking him deep into his sky blue eyes.

“What?” he asked through a chuckle.

“Nothing, I’m just so happy right now... but I shouldn’t say anything, so I don’t jinx it,” I said and laid my head on Jared’s chest feeling his heart beating fast.

“Don’t tell me you believe in that nonsense,” he laughed and patted my head.

“I do. It happens every time. The minute I feel incredibly happy, something horrible happens and completely shatters me,” I sighed hugging him tight, never leaving this safe nook. What I didn’t want to mention was that I had this uncomfortable feeling in my stomach from the moment we boarded on the plane. My intuition was flawless and I felt something was about to disturb our little paradise, right here on this trip.

My body moved along with Jared’s breathing, as I was still lying on top of him, apparently making him as comfortable as me. “Get those ridiculous thoughts out of that pretty mind, and only think about how we’re gonna have the best time here,” Jared said kissing my head, as he wrapped his arms around my upper body.

We stayed still for a little while like that, before we heard a knock on the door. No way! I knew something was gonna distract us at this heavenly moment. I pretended not to hear a thing, wanting to enjoy this embrace for as long as possible.

“I need to get up now, somebody’s at the door,” Jared said and slightly tickled me.

“No. You’ve put me in this position, and I love it, I’m not moving a muscle,” I said like a little girl pouting.

“I didn’t want to do this, but ...” he didn’t even finish when his fingers went under my t-shirt, and he started tickling me relentlessly.

“No, no, no, no, stoooooop....” I started laughing and rolled off him on the other side of the bed hoping he’ll stop.

“You asked for it,” he rolled after me, and continued to tickle me, as I started squirming and laughing uncontrollably. I was the most ticklish person in the world, and I was afraid the hotel security will come to check if I was feeling alright from all the screaming I did.

“Hahahaha... fine.... fine... sorry,” I tried to catch my breath when a couple of more knocks, this time louder, thumped on the door breaking this little charade.

“Just a second,” Jared yelled and got off the bed to open the door.

He opened a door and a room service was inside within seconds, with a delicious breakfast for two.

“Thank you very much,” Jared said and the guy was out.

“Jared? When did you arrange this, we just arrived?” I was so pleasantly surprised, and famished to be honest. I didn’t feel any hunger until the sweet pancakes, blueberries, scrambled eggs and coffee started to fill the room with it’s intoxicating aroma.

“We haven’t eaten very well lately, so I knew we’d be quite hungry once we arrived. Dig in,” he said and we both sat at the table to enjoy this amazing food.

After this delightful meal, all we were up for was a nice and warm shower before we hit the sack. Jared had a romantic dinner planned for tonight, so catching a few hours of sleep before that was more than appealing. We were deep asleep when a sudden buzz woke me up. It was a 10th message from my mom. I had forgotten to call her yesterday and she had no idea where I was. My phone was on airplane mode the entire flight to Milan, and she must’ve been worried sick not being able to reach me. I quickly took the phone to let her know I’m fine and that I’ll be back to LA in a couple of days. It was best if nobody knew where I was, because I needed to think everything through, and this trip was the perfect opportunity for me to clear my head.

I lied back and saw Jared sleeping like a baby. I just rolled on the side and watched him sleep so peacefully. This was the first time I felt at ease when I woke up next to him. All the previous times I’d panic if I suddenly dozed off, fearing someone would reveal my dark adultery secret. If jumping off the bed and maniacally dressing up was qualified as the sports, I would’ve been the Olympic champion. But now it was different. We were in no hurry. Nobody was there to interrupt this little bliss Jared and I were finally enjoying.

“Mmmmm, hello there beautiful,” Jared murmured after he saw I was already wide awake.

“Hi yourself,” I smiled and lied on my tummy never taking the look away from him, and kissed him on the cheek.

“Oh, I could get used to waking up like this,” he opened his eyes and smiled back at me.

“Me too. This feels so amazing. I literally don’t wanna leave this bed ever again,” I was so happy I almost thought this was too good to be true.

“Well, unfortunately, you’re gonna have to put on that sexy dress of yours and come with me to dinner,” he said through a smile lifting himself of the bed to kiss me.

“Are you sure we should go out in public right away? I mean, I know we were supposed to go to the fashion show tomorrow, but...”

“Stop it. We’re together, and we have nothing to hide. I want you by my side all the time,” he interrupted me, cupped my cheek, and kissed my forehead, “OK?”

“OK,” I whispered and nodded, as Jared took me into his embrace. We appreciated these moments of tenderness for a couple of more minutes, when Jared kissed my head and said it’s better we started getting ready for dinner. You could never go against his will, so I agreed and started doing my make-up. It didn’t take me long to get ready, and Jared neither. We were out of the hotel within an hour, and headed straight to restaurant.

Unbelievably so, once we stepped outside the hotel the paparazzi were already crowding the premises, along with a handful of fans and some stand-byers. I felt like a real star with all the flashes going off all around us, and it wasn’t much comfortable. Our privacy was invaded, which kinda made me anxious. The moment we passed by them, holding hands and getting inside the car a flashes of images went through my mind as reporter kept yelling What happened with the lip, Jared? Who’s the new girl? Reliving the ‘Fight Club’ experience, are you Jared?

I could already see the headlines and pictures, instantly informing everyone back home about Jared’s new date. I wasn’t ready for that much exposure yet, but it was too late for us to do anything about it. Jared was calm, silent, and serious, letting me get inside before him and he followed shutting the door behind him.

The dinner went by great, we talked and smiled, exchanging a few kisses on the way. It really seemed as if we were some random couple. Just a regular Jared and a regular Nicole. Of course, until we got out of the restaurant, when the paparazzi invaded us again. This time we didn’t even hear the questions, we just got inside the car and headed back to the hotel.

“Jesus, they’re relentless!” I exclaimed with frustration.

“Relax. It’s all normal. You’ll get used to it,” Jared rubbed my knee trying to console me.

“I’m not so sure. This is awful,” I huffed and waved my head. “Did they already post something?”

Jared checked the social media only to be flabbergasted by what he saw. I could see his face turning into a flaming shade of red, and I knew whatever he saw couldn’t be good. I just took his phone from him, and almost fainted when I read the announces.

***A homewrecker at his finest - Jared steals the bride and runs away to Italy!

Who is the mystery bride Jared was spotted with?

Jared tying the knot in Italy!***

“Give me that!” Jared quickly took his phone back, and tossed it on the back seat. I couldn’t speak a word. It was beyond me how quickly he reporters made stories up. “Don’t worry, baby, I’ll fix this whole mess, I promise.”

“How? You can’t fix this. It’s forever gonna be out there, compromising you. I just made your life so much more complicated,” I buried my face into my hands and started crying.

“Hey, hey, hey, don’t do that. You’ve brought nothing but joy into my life. This is a part of my life, and I’m used to being bashed on. And for what it’s worth, nobody can see your face in the pictures; you’re still safe.” Jared said and cupped my face giving me a soft kiss.

“They will know tomorrow, or maybe even within minutes. They took our pictures tonight as well,” I said through a sniffle, trying to calm down.

“It doesn’t matter. It won’t get any worse than this, I promise,” Jared kissed my hand, as the car stopped. We were in front of the hotel, and it was again crowded with reporters. This time we ran inside with the speed of light, not giving them the opportunity to do more damage.

Jared’s POV

We were finally back at our hotel room. Alone, together and at peace. All I needed right now after this hellish day.

“I’m gonna go freshen up before bed,” Nicole took off her heels and went to the bathroom, as I took of my leather jacket, tossing it on the bed.

“Sure, I’ll order some drinks,” I thought we could use some relaxation after everything, and I bet Nicole was more than open for a lot of talking.

It wasn’t even 5 minutes after I had ordered a bottle of white wine, that I heard a knock on the door.

“That was fast,” I murmured to myself, as I was walking towards the door rolling up my shirt sleeves. I glanced at the bathroom door and saw them slightly opened, but not enough for anyone to see inside so I just left it.

I opened the door ready to say how amazingly fast the room service was at this hour, when I saw her. Mikaela. A girl I had a casual affair a few months back when I was often in Milan.

“Good evening, Jared,” she said with the cutest Italian accent. She was fluent in English, but she didn’t manage to suppress that Italian heritage from her speech.

“What are you doing here?” I was shocked, looking at her coming inside the room.

“I assumed you’d be here this time of the year and I needed to give you a little surprise,” she was standing in the middle of the room looking around, probably thinking she’d find a girl in here with me, as the two of us shared it quite few times before.

“Now is really not a good time, you need to leave,” I said in panic, praying to God Nicole doesn’t step outside the bathroom. I could hear the water running, so she probably didn’t hear me and Mikaela talking.

“Unfortunately, I’m running out of time,” she said, and faced me, revealing her belly to me. She was pregnant.

“Um... congratulations?” I didn’t know whether that was a statement, or a question, and it sounded just like that.

“I could say the same thing. It’s yours Jared, and I’m keeping it” as the words left her mouth, the room suddenly felt like spinning, my heart fell to my stomach and all I could think about was how this can’t be true. I must’ve been having a really, really bad dream.

Chapter 12

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