#i sincerely hope my teacher doesn't see it when I turn it in

[danmei-confessions]

i cannot understand most ppl who like bingjiu (luo binghe x shen jiu).

theoretically, i can understand the appeal of them as toxic yaoi even if it doesn't appeal to me personally - adult bingge having a twistex psychosexual fixation on this figure of loathing from his childhood, yeah i understand - the ppl who i dont get are the ones who try to turn it into something sweepingly romantic like bingqiu. sy and sj are different characters. having binghe act a different way in a fic in order to stop original sqq hurting him is gross victim-blamey narratively, but it also just doesn't make sense to me; binghe is not important to shen jiu except as an object of envy and resentment for his seeming inability to fail in his cultivation despite everything. the one who needs to change his behaviour to start the healing and break the cycle for shen jiu is yue qi, not binghe. yue qi is the one who sj thought loved and cared for him when they were both at their lowest, only to believe later it wasn’t true because yqy refused to reveal that he was impulsive and failed him. by now he has given in to and is set in the deepdown belief that the entire rest of the world has beaten into him, that he is an unlovable monster hiding himself behind silk robes and fans - some extraneous prodigy disciple (who he only took in to ruin, to pay him back for getting the opportunity shen jiu didn't, to try and prove to himself that anyone would fall low when under a master with malicious intent) admiring that facade wouldn't matter to him.

and binghe didn't stay a 'white lotus' as a disciple the whole way through his disciplehood, indeed i think a big sum of that appearance was fawning behaviour to try and regain his master's favour, that slowly became the cover for more and more resentment in pidw proper. it was only after literally taking a hit of qi-crippling poison for him that shen qingqiu really managed to fully win binghe over in canon and make the wary hope of his master's attitude change into sincere total care for the man as a figure of love in his life. the original sqq would never have done such a thing, and binghe would never have grown to care enough for the resentful teacher trying to kill him to be willing to look past his abuse and excuse it because of a sob story.

i guess it's just another case of ppl using the characters as dolls to smoosh together rather than trying to base it at least somewhat on canon. i just usually see that in fandoms where the source text is really quite bad so it's only good as a toybox to take characters from. sv is rly good, the pathos for the characters laid out and indirectly implied in the novels and the extras is so compelling, and i can't understand not prefering to try to explore that rather than just making shen jiu into an entirely agencyless meowmeow rather than a man who is willing to choose to be seen as evil and act cruelly, over being without choice and weak and vulnerable (even in the end, he chooses to let himself be imprisoned, chooses to self-destruct before letting someone else force it on him), and bingge isn't just a mindless dog desperate for love /no matter what/. the world - and shen jiu - crushed his childish hope for a peaceful domestic life, now he will crush them and force them to kneel before him in turn (or try to in shen jiu's case). they have parallel issues because it's a self-reproducing cycle violence of ppl being crushed down and having nobody recognise what care they needed and be willing to give it to them.

i suppose it boils down to the fact that other often crack-ily cutesified fanon couples - take gongzhi, or jiuyuan - don't have nearly so complex, so rich a relationship in canon that is such a total antithesis to that treatment. at the end of the day of course i'm not gonna go near these ppls fics, fanarts and ruin their spaces because this is a discussion of fiction not a battlefield, i'm just stating an opinion based on the actual text (which i admittedly adore) and my interpretation of it as of my most recent reread

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[rattiwolf]

burr should be thankful he wasn't in that damn room

(also I just realized I spelled jealous wrong but we're just gonna ignore that)

[wilwheaton]

hello mr wil wheaton when you were my age (like exactly i think) you were filming stand by me

I turned 13 during production, so if you're about to become a teenager, I hope you'll let me offer some thoughts that I wish an adult had shared with me, then?

I know this is a wall of text, and giving someone this much of your attention is a HUGE ask. Maybe bookmark this for another time, if you're not into hearing an old man talk.

I wrote this a few days before I turned 50. Thank you in advance for listening, and I wish you a life filled with joy, unconditional love, kindness, and adventure.

Hey everyone! An old man is talking!

In seven days, I will be 50 years-old. This is ... weird. I do not feel the way I expected I would feel when I was approaching 50, nor do any of my friends. The only time I feel like I'm middle-aged is when my body does some bullshit that takes me down for hours because I had the nerve to stand up quickly. And I really hate it when I have to use the flashlight on my phone to see a menu. I mean, at that point, I may as well be dropping my pants for free and singing the Old Gray Mare.

Anyway. This has been on my mind for a little bit, so I had something to say when someone used my tumblr ask me thingy earlier this week:

Q: I hope I'm as cool as you when I'm 49. I'd like to think I'm taking the right steps towards that version of myself. A: So I'm not sure I'm cool, but I do know that I don't suck, and that it's a choice I make every day. I desperately wish someone in my family had told me, or shown me by example, that getting older doesn't mean getting stupid and boring and stuffy and extremely uncool. I wish I'd known that, because I spent all of my life until I was in my 40s feeling like there was this day coming very soon when I would have to stop listening to punk, stop playing video games, put on a suit, and start yelling at kids for no good reason. I didn't know that you don't have to suddenly stop being who you are and become something or someone you hate, just because of a certain age. I know that's super obvious, but to young me, it was not. My dad was an asshole, my mom never showed up for me. Directors and people on set had been treating me like a thing for my entire life. I got yelled at for no reason from adults who knew better almost every day. Most of my elementary school teachers were authoritarian, evangelical assholes. All of these different adults, consistently, shut me down and made me feel like I didn't matter, the things I liked were stupid, and my opinions were invalid because of reasons I didn't understand because I was a dumb kid. So I presumed that when you got to be a certain age, that's what happened. I didn't want to be that, at all, and I was sincerely afraid of the day it would happen. But as I got older, I discovered that all that stuff I hated about adults doesn't automatically happen. Those adults I just mentioned all made a choice to be an asshole. I just didn't know it. I was in my early 20s when I did a movie with a cinematographer who was, I think, 45 at the time. He was the coolest, kindest, most artistic dude I'd ever known. He mentored me and we had epic fun making great art together. I remember telling him, "I'm not afraid of being in my 40s like I used to be. I didn't know you could still be cool." It's sad, that I grew up in such a toxic environment, and didn't know any of these things. So, 9 days before I turn 50, here are a couple things I have figured out: You know who sucks when they hit 49 and 50? People who sucked when they were 20 and never grew up. You know who is an asshole at 49 and 50? Yep. Someone who was an asshole as a kid and never experienced consequences for being an asshole. Hitting middle age has been awesome for me. Other than the aging of my body and its reluctance / refusal to do what I want it to do, I love everything about it. I wish I hadn't spent so much of my life being afraid that, when I hit 50, it was all over. Because honestly it's kind of just starting. The coolest stuff in my life to date has all happened in the last ten years, and I'm so grateful that it coincided with me figuring out a lot of shit so I could enjoy it.

The best part of getting older, by several thousand light years, is the part where we figure out how to stop putting up with other people's bullshit, and we contract our social circle until it's only populated with a VERY few people who deserve us. And I am incredibly grateful for these occasional opportunities to be a 49 year-old dad who can say all the things that would have been reassuring for 19 year-old me to hear (he wouldn't have understood, but 29 year-old me would have remembered, and he would have understood. I think.) I sincerely hope someone hears it and finds it helpful. Anyway, you're gonna be fine. Just remember that being cool, kind, honest, honorable, reliable, listening and showing up … they are all choices. If you want to be cool when you're 49, make the choice and set the example for someone to follow you. Treat kids the way you wanted to be treated when you were young. Listen to them when they offer you the privilege, because that means they trust you, and you have credibility with them. Be a mentor. Be supportive. Show up. Make a choice to be the person you need in the world, and never stop being that person. Start today, and when you're nearing 50 like I am, hopefully you'll remember who you needed right now, so you can be that person to someone else in the future. You're already asking the right questions and taking the first steps. I believe in you. You've got this.

Okay, if you've come this far, perhaps you'll follow me a little bit more, and read a thing I wrote about talking to students just a tiny bit older than you, which contains my core values.

Be honest. I’m a very old man, relative to y’all, and I’ve learned that the only currency that really matters in this world is the truth.

Be honorable. This dovetails with number one. You attract to yourself what you put into the world. Dishonorable people will take everything from you and leave you with nothing. Do your best to be a person they aren’t attracted to.

Work hard. I don’t mean, like, at your crappy minimum wage job you hate. I mean do the hard work that makes relationships work, that gets you ahead in your education, that gets you closer to your goals. Everything worth doing is hard. Everything worth doing requires hard work. Sooner or later, you’re going to run into something in your life that’s really hard, and you’ll want to give up, but it’s something you care so much about, you’ll do whatever you can to achieve it. It’s going to be hard, but it’s going to be less hard for someone who has practiced doing the hard things all along, than it is for someone who doesn’t know how to do the hard work because they’ve always chosen the easy path.

Always do your best. Even if you don’t get the result you wanted, doing your best — which will vary from day to day, moment to moment — is all you can ever do. We tell athletes to leave it all on the field. Whatever your version of that is, do it.

This is the most important one. This is the one I hope you’ll all hear and embrace. This is the one I hope you’ll share with your peers: Always be kind.”

When I read number 5, I looked up at them. I was so happy to see a classroom filled with teenagers who were all listening intently, even the ones I thought had tuned me out. “Here’s the thing about being Kind, versus being Nice,” I said. “I have interacted with lots of nice people who are incredibly unkind. Why is that? How do you choose to be nice but not kind?”

I pointed to my head. “This is where nice comes from,” I said. Then, I put my hand over my heart. “This is where kind comes from.” I put my hands out, like, “get it?”

There was this collective gasp of realization that I did not expect, at all. One kid said “Oh damn!” I saw a few kids look at each other like the trick had just been explained to them. They heard me. They really, really heard me. And it was amazing.

Okay, that's all. If you're still here, thank you for giving me so much of your time and attention. I hope you'll come back in a few years, and let me know how you're doing.

[srvbryn]

Luke Castellan. Dancing

Luke Castellan X Aphrodite!Daughter!Reader

Summary: In which Luke took the chance to dance with you

Warning: Tom Riddle (Harry Potter) cameo 😭😭

Fyi, In Greek mythology, Melinoe is the goddess of ghosts, nightmares, and funerary rites.

A/n: I love my man Luke Castellan & Charlie Bushnell 🤭

Everyone knows you and Luke have been close since you first met a few years ago. Having THE Aphrodite as your mother is a blessing.

Even if you try to ruin your appearance, it always returns to perfection. Maybe a little too perfect, because every time Luke Castellan looks at you, he feels his breath catch in his throat.

Everyone assumed you and he would end up together. When he finally got the chance to ask you out last week, you told him you were dating a guy from Cabin 57.

Out of everyone in Camp Half Blood he can't believe the one you're dating is Tom fucking Riddle, the son of Melinoe a minor goddess AND ALSO second best swordsman.

Under the moonlit sky at Camp Half-Blood, the melody of your favourite song filled the air, creating an almost magical atmosphere.

Your eyes sparkled with excitement as you turned to face Tom, your boyfriend, hoping to dance with him.

However, he seemed engrossed in a conversation with his friends, oblivious to the sound of your favourite melody.

Disappointment crept in, but just as you were about to resign to the sidelines, a familiar figure approached. Luke extended a hand with a charming smile.

"Care to dance, (name)?" Luke's voice had a warmth that wiped away the earlier disappointment. You accepted his invitation and found yourself twirling and swaying to the music in Luke's company.

He couldn't help but compliment you, "You're like the living embodiment of your mother's grace. It's mesmerizing."

A playful grin crossed your face, "Well, I did have the best teacher."

Luke's gaze never wavered from you.

"Strange that Tom didn't want to dance with you. I mean, it's your favorite song," he remarked, a teasing glint in his eyes.

You shrugged, masking any disappointment, "Maybe he's not much of a dancer."

Luke chuckled, "Well, he's missing out on dancing with the most enchanting person here." His compliment was genuine, and a soft blush adorned your cheeks.

He cast a glance at you, his expression turning more sincere, "You deserve someone who appreciates every moment with you, (name)."

As the embers of the bonfire glowed, Luke leaned in with a playful smirk, "Maybe I should teach Tom a thing or two about dancing. What do you think?"

You couldn't help but laugh, "I'd pay to see that."

Tom, unable to contain his frustration, he approached the dancing pair with a tense expression.

"Luke Castellan, really?" Tom sneered, his voice carrying an edge. "Hermes doesn't give a damn about his own son, and here you are, trying to play hero with someone else's girl."

Luke, unfazed by the provocation, continued to dance with you. He glanced at Tom with a casual shrug, "Well, someone's got to make her smile."

He couldn't take it any longer, and leaned in, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss.

The world around you blurred as the unexpected kiss unfolded. For a moment, everything else faded away – the campfire, the music, and even your boyfriend's presence.

For a brief moment, the way his lips fit perfectly against yours took your breath away. In that heated moment, you found yourself returning the kiss.

The air around you crackled with tension, and when the kiss ended, Luke looked into your eyes with a mix of apology and a spark of something deeper.

[poisonlove]

Lust 2 +18 | Jenna Ortega

JENNA'S POV:

I open my eyes and gaze at the white ceiling of our bedroom. Harry came home late last night, and the first thing he did was dive under the shower and then slip under the covers, falling asleep almost immediately.

I sigh loudly at the memory.

It wasn't the first time this happened, but can I at least get some attention when I secure a new job? Apparently, Harry only looked at me when he felt like it.

I turn to the side of our marital bed, but his figure is not in sight.

I nervously bite my lower lip, staring at the alarm clock next to our conjugal bed.

"Well… the time has come," I whisper weakly, carefully lifting myself from the sheets and hesitantly placing my feet on the floor.

I sigh, and with a mental encouragement, I decide to get up to face my first day as a teacher.

Worry grows inside me as I have no clue how to start the curriculum, and the prospect of facing a mass of teenagers, full of hormones or terribly cruel, doesn't help at all.

I head to the bathroom, trying to dispel the nerves building up in my stomach. The shower water flows warm, and as I feel the steam envelop my body, I try to focus on the opportunities this job could bring.

I step out of the shower, wrapped in a towel, and look at myself in the mirror. My eyes reflect a mix of emotions, from fear to excitement. I leave the bathroom and walk to the wardrobe, still with the towel around me, and choose an outfit that strikes a balance between casual and professionalism. I opt for a stylish white shirt paired with a black knee-length skirt. I put on moderate heels to add a touch of confidence to my stride.

I look at myself in the mirror and smile with satisfaction.

I descend the stairs and see my husband in a tuxedo with the briefcase resting on the table. I smile at seeing Harry struggling with the tie.

"Good morning, dear. Do you have an important meeting today?" I ask with a smile as I watch Harry struggling with the tie.

"I have to leave early," Harry replies coldly, without looking up. "I can't be late."

"I understand," I respond, trying to hide the disappointment. "I hope everything goes well in the meeting. I'll call you later to tell you how my first day of work went."

Harry nods distantly, finishing fixing the tie. "Let me know if you need anything," he adds, but the tone is more of a formality than a sincere expression of concern.

"Okay," I say, trying not to let the bitterness show.

I help Harry grab the briefcase, and then I see him walking towards the door. "The driver will accompany you," he starts, looking at his wristwatch. "If you don't want to, you can use your car or go on foot," he says before leaning towards my face.

Harry joins his lips with mine, and I sense something strange in the gesture, as if it were wrong. I try to ignore the unpleasant feeling, but a knot forms in my stomach, making the kiss more of a courtesy than a sincere expression of affection.

Harry sighs. "I know we don't spend much time together… but I'm really swamped with work," he justifies, looking at me with guilt-filled eyes.

"Don't worry," I pull my lips into a small smile, "it's okay, your job keeps you busy all the time." I lift my chin, and I see Harry smiling at me shyly.

"To make up a bit, I've booked a dinner at a restaurant tonight," Harry announces, trying to add a touch of enthusiasm to his voice.

"That's good news," I respond with a genuine smile, although the strange feeling from the kiss continues to whisper in my mind. "It will be a pleasant evening."

"Good," Harry smiles, and then he leaves through the door, letting the feeling of loneliness take over me.

I grab an apple from a basket and take a bite, then, grabbing the bag I left near the door last night, I leave. I stop outside the front door and immediately return, walking towards the cabinet to take the keys to my car: a Porsche.

I smile and head towards the garage.

After the garage opens, I smile genuinely. "Here's my baby," I say affectionately as I approach the driver's side, opening the car door.

I run my hands over the steering wheel, squeezing my knuckles tightly, and start the car, speeding towards the university with a determination that reflects my anxiety and desire to face this new adventure.

The journey is relatively short, and I sigh with relief seeing the outline of the college in the distance. I slow down the car, stretching my neck on both sides to spot a free spot in the parking lot.

A smile unconsciously forms on my face when I notice one almost two steps from the entrance.

As I drive, I notice many students entering school stopping and staring at my car with curiosity, while others seem to pay it no mind. I press the brake when I see a guy skateboarding pass close to the hood. "Reckless," I mutter to myself before parking.

As soon as I get out of the car, I feel many eyes on me, and whispers begin to echo in the air.

"Wow, what a car,"

"Do we want to talk about her? Ugh, I'd fuck her,"

"Bitch"

"But who does she think she is,"

"Cool."

These were just some of the comments I could hear as I walked, comments that I decided to ignore for the sake of everyone. I had no desire to argue at that time in the morning.

I look around, observing the lively surroundings filled with student chatter. I turn the corner, and suddenly, I feel a body collide with mine.

"And what the hell!" shouts a female voice, and my senses activate recognizing the owner of that voice.

"You?" I say unconsciously, slightly irritated. The girl opens her mouth in surprise and then smiles mockingly.

MARTINA'S POV:

The morning had started off terribly, considering that last night Jessica, despite her apologies, didn't want to see me. Well, after all, she and I weren't anything serious, and especially, I could aim for one of her cheerleader friends to pass the time.

I unconsciously smiled at this possibility.

Later, I woke up late; Jackson didn't accompany me to college, and now I collided with someone while in a hurry.

My eyes carefully analyze the body of the girl I knocked down; I must say she was extremely sexy: brown hair gracefully falling on her shoulders, brown eyes piercing the soul, full lips, and freckles surrounding her face.

She must be a new student.

"Look who's back," I smile widely, observing the outfit she was wearing: a white shirt and a black skirt that reached her knees, high heels.

The girl rolls her eyes with annoyance.

"What do you want, kid?" she responds with irritation, and I playfully smile.

The girl has character.

"I'm sorry," I say with a fake innocent tone, trying to get forgiveness from this Greek goddess. "Also for the other time… I was rude," I add, approaching her.

The brunette raises an eyebrow with confusion and lifts one corner of her lips.

"Okay, sorry for calling you that, I'm nervous," she begins, sighing tiredly and walks towards me. My head turns to the left, watching as the girl passes by me, and my eyes ardently gaze at the brunette's figure; figure? I meant, a stunning rear.

I tighten my backpack and walk towards her, putting myself at her side.

"You're new, right?" I ask curiously.

The brunette glances at me and continues to walk down the hallway. "I'm looking for class 5A," she says, turning right without fully answering my question.

I quicken my pace and approach the girl, smiling openly. "Well, you're lucky; I also have to go that way," I tell her, pointing to the hallway. The brunette raises an eyebrow with curiosity as she continues walking.

"And then why were you walking in the opposite direction?" she asks, intrigued. Her tone is polite but informal.

Actually, I had initially intended to head to the bathroom for a quickie with Katia, but my attention was quickly captured by the new student.

"I was going to the bathroom," I simply reply, trying to keep my answer vague. "And not now?" she asks innocently. "No," I confirm.

"Anyway, you can go; I don't need to be accompanied," the girl says, quickening her pace.

The brunette remains firm, with a detached and cold attitude. Even though she seems little inclined to conversation at the moment, my determination to get to know her better doesn't waver.

"At least tell me your name!" I shout to her, hoping she hears me. The brunette calmly responds, "Jenna." I smile satisfied.

Jenna… Jenna… well, I must say it suits her perfectly: a sexy name for a sexy girl.

Well then, I have a mission this year: Jenna must come to bed with me, and I wouldn't be interested in anyone else until I get what I want.

"Let the hunt begin," I whisper, licking my lips as I savor the imminent victory, and I continue walking down the hallway.

[i-write-sometimes-maybe]

Passion- Lady Lesso x EverToNever!Reader.

Synopsis: Wherever she goes, you follow.

Warnings: None.?

Word Count: 1.1k

A/n: Me? Writing to distract myself? Yes. I really love some of the things I put in here so I hope you guys love it too. I really hate that it’s so short BUT I have another one ready for ya. And I have a longer one in the works too!

© This is my work, you have no right to repost my work for any reason without my explicit permission, all rights reserved.

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Lesso had asked you to join her on her next venture. She didn't tell you any details past that, and you didn't care to ask for any. You were simply pleased to be joining her.

Lesso had asked that you not disclose the fact you were tagging along to Dovey, it made sense. You were an Ever teacher tagging along with the Dean of Evil, Dovey wouldn't approve.

Even if she knew that you and Lesso were meant to be together.

You were to sneak out of the School for Good to meet Lesso at the bridge between Good and Evil on the last crescent moon of the month.

And so you did.

Once it started to approach midnight, you left your quarters and silently moved through the halls.

You didn't have anything with you but the clothes you adorned, all by the direction of Lesso. Again, you didn't ask any questions.

You made it through the school easily enough, passed all the fairies that must've been sleeping, and passed anyone who may have been on watch.

It was so close, the border to the other school was right within reach.

But just as you were about to cross, someone grabbed your arm and pulled you around.

"My dear, where are you going?" Dovey had her sweet smile, one that you never really saw as sincere.

You felt no need to lie, you were going regardless of whether or not you had permission.

"I'm going, I'm going with Lady Lesso," You started.

She cut you off, "Wha- you can't do that. You cannot leave, especially not with her."

You stood confused for a second until you saw Lesso walk up behind you. She must've been watching for your arrival but stayed for a moment to see how Dovey would react.

"Well, why not?"

"Because you're an Ever. She's a Never. It cannot happen."

Lesso rolled her eyes, "It has happened already, princess."

You inwardly smirked at the response she had for Dovey. She calls you her princess, but hearing the disdain in the word when it's directed at Dovey oddly fills you with joy, especially when you know how delicious it sounds when she means it every time she uses it for you.

"So, we'll just be going now-" Again, you tried before getting cut off.

"No!"

"No?" She was starting to frustrate you, and Lesso saw it.

"No. I cannot allow you to leave. Not with her."

"Clarissa, I am not asking. We are going, together."

"Oh for what? For some cheap fun? She'll tire of you in a few weeks time." You hoped to whatever creator that she didn't mean those words.

She had managed to set Lesso off, you could sense it without even looking at her. And at her words, her careless words, you stopped playing nice.

There was fury in her tone as Lesso stepped forward, "Princess, you-" You simply raised your hand to stop Lesso, her stopping right in her tracks at this move, this is your turn.

You could see genuine shock and confusion flash on Dovey's face when she saw how easily you handled your Leo.

"Dovey, you don't know what you're talking about."

"Oh, I don't? It's puppy love! What don't I know what I'm talking about?"

You were unsure of where this attitude of hers came from, and you didn't like it.

"Dovey, you don't get it. Anyone else would sacrifice me for the world, but Leo? She'd sacrifice the world for me. You do things for the greater good, but for her, there is no greater good if she doesn't have me. And I can only hope that one day, you find someone who will love you as strongly as we love each other."

Dovey scoffed, "Desire isn't everything." You knew that she had reason to be so defensive, but that didn't mean you cared what that reason was.

You bit back a smirk, "Maybe not. But the pure, fierce need, the way that nothing can stand in the way of us, there's nothing we wouldn't do for each other."

"Y/n, she wants to see the world burn!"

You stepped forward with a proud smirk, leaving just a few steps distance between you two, "Then I shall be by her side as she sets it aflame. I will relish in the heat of the embers if that means I get to be with her for all eternity."

"So, that's it? You choose evil?"

"No, I choose love. Wherever she may lead me is where I shall follow. And I'm not asking you to understand, I'm asking you to stay out of our way," Dovey stood astonished at your words while Lesso beamed with pride and love. "For your own good."

"You wouldn't do anything to me..."

"I might not," You opened your arms with nonchalance, "But I can't say the same for your Evil counterpart."

Lesso stepped forward once more to be by your side, "And I make no promises."

Dovey looked from the redhead to you, staying silent for a moment.

You both took this as a cue to leave, you knew you weren't waiting for permission anyway. Lesso had just turned around to continue on, and before you could, Dovey spoke again.

"What if it's a ruse? That she's using you for her own gain? You're making a mistake." She tried to get you to stay, but you weren't having it.

"Then that is my choice. This is solely your concern Dovey, not mine." You took a step back, "She would not do that. But, if your little delusion happens to play out, then it will be my turn to set fire to everything in my path."

Dovey was completely unrecognizable, "Who, who are you? It's like I don't even know you anymore."

"You've never known me. Not in any way that mattered."

Dovey stood in place, staring with a face you wouldn't have been able to recognize had you been paying attention to her.

But your attention was elsewhere, of course. Held by the one who held your heart. You had turned back to Lesso to see her already watching you, her proud look stayed unmoving on her features.

When you two were together, nothing else seemed to exist. Nothing else mattered but your love and your intertwined souls.

"Come, Dove. Let us set fire to the world." Lesso pulled you into a kiss, a kiss that held the passion between you two. A kiss that tells you no matter what happens, you two will be side by side.

You two continued on the venture, wherever it may have been. You still didn't care where you were going because you were with your love, hand-in-hand, hearts tied together. And you wouldn't have had it any other way.

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Oh, Baby... You're Mine (part 4)

Vampire!Gerard Way x Reader

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A/N: Heyy!! I was supposed to be doing my homework, but It's much more fun to write this. So if I fail geography, it's all your fault for encouraging me to write lmao.  Well, this is the 4th part of this fic… hope u like it <3

(If u have some suggestion, idea, or request, just drop it! What if i post fics with Teacher x Student dynamic? Also, do you want me to post headcanons?)

if u didn't read, here's the part1, part2 & part3

Summary: He finally let you out, but external interventions made things take a bad turn. (no spoilers here)

- Word Count: 4.190 (holly shit)

- Warnings: She/her pronouns. Kidnap, pet names, degradetion, spanking, stockholm syndrome! AFAB SMUT! (probably a bit cringe, sorry)

> DEAD DOVE!!!! < IF YOU DON'T LIKE THIS KIND OF CONTENT, DON'T READ!!!! YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR THE CONTENT YOU CONSUME.

- Ps: I'll not use y/n…

- Ps2: Sorry for the smut, i'm not used to write this, i'm still learning already. (:

- Ps3: I'm brazilian, so english is not my first language... sorry if i wrote something wrong.

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1st Person POV

Getting used to him is not that easy i thought it'll be. Most of the time I just lay on his chest and listen to him talk about how many years he lived, or posing to him to draw me. Don't get me wrong, it is not like it wasn't nice… is kinda good, but is boring. I miss my old life, my friends, my family, and the more time passes, the worse this longing becomes.  

Days turned to weeks, and the walls were gradually filled with drawings he had made of me. Various drawings, from sketches to elaborate paintings in color or just in graphite, in several different poses. I can't look at myself in a mirror, thanks to him, but he makes me feel so good when I see the way he sees me.

Even then, I started to involuntarily show my boredom of being locked in a small room. Was a pretty room, but there's nothing to do in there, except for being with Gerard. 

Sometimes he disappeared for hours and came back with gifts. Pretty clothes, necklaces, rings, shoes… It is weird how he always chose the right things. But, again, when he got out I spent hours doing nothing. Looking at the roof and waiting him to come back, or to allowed to get out of that fucking room.  

Another normal day was about to end so, like every day, I was laid on his arms, in silence, until he broke it, with his voice almost whispering in my ear. 

- Are you okay, baby? - He asked in a sweet tone - you’ve been so quiet these days.

- I'm fine… but honestly, I'm bored. - I sighed, speaking with all my sincerity - like, there's nothing to do here.

- I'm not enough for you?

I shivered when his words reached my ears, feeling the kindness leaving his voice. 

- I didn't mean that… I just wanna… - I kinda whine - get out a bit, y'know? 

I turned my head to face him, batting my eyes a couple of times.

- Sorry, princess… - he laughed, with an obvious tone of mockery, but still with a growing sense of stress  - I can't let you go out.

- So you don't trust me? 

My first mistake was trying to start an argument with him. So I received what I deserve, a dry, harsh cut coming from him.

- Not at all

- Why?!

My second mistake was almost yelling. 

- 'Cause you didn't prove to me that you can be trusted!

Gerard shouted, squeezing my arm that he had previously been caressing. The pain wasn't much, but it was still bothersome enough to make me stressed and try to argue even more.

- But i-

- End of conversation! - He yelled, cutting me off. His eyes got dark. Huffing he continued - You're so annoying sometimes! 

I rolled my eyes and the loud silence filled the room, again. He tried to alleviate the weight of the situation by caressing my body and holding me even more tight. 

I understand why he doesn't trust me, and I didn't blame him for that, but he could be a bit more comprehensive, like... he keeps me here with nothing! Not even a television! I have the right to feel bored and want to get out. 

The deadly silence lasted for several minutes, but was again cut short by the unexpected sound of his voice.

- I'm sorry… 

I didn't respond. I think part of me would like to just say it was okay and let it go, but I still can't get over how much his mood swings are. 

- I didn't mean to yell at you… 

No matter how hard he tried to sound nice, I wouldn't respond. He noticed I was still uncomfortable with him, so he took a deep breath and kept trying.

- Look… - he sighed, looking defeated, but a sort of kindness emanated from his voice - Maybe we can go out to have dinner tomorrow…

I didn't expect him to actually agree to hang out, but apparently my silence left him hurt and a little desperate for my forgiveness. Anyway, I was really happy that he gave in.

- Really?!

I exclaimed, my expression changed completely from disappointment to joy. 

- I'm gonna be with you, and you'll have to behave. - He warned, severely - But if you want to…

- Yes! - more than immediately I agreed, after all any agreement would be better than remaining locked up there  - Please! 

- Well, well… - a small smile appeared on his lips and with a hum of gratitude he concluded - so I think we have a date, darling.

- Thanks, Gee! - I turned in his arms, coming close to his face and kissing his cheek. He blushed again…he looks so cute when he blushes. Well, with all this talk, doubts began to arise in my mind. - But… as a vampire, can we eat normal things?

- Sure - It's strange how he manages to appear calm - We don't need to, but we can…

- What about garlic? Can we eat it?

- Yeah… - He chuckled, as if I were asking something obvious. - But take it easy on it.

Apparently, he had already changed one hundred percent from crazy to good boyfriend, so I decided to get a bit far.

- Can we… Still get high?

- Not as much as a human, but yes, we can. - he responded normally, but his curiosity came across a bit harshly - Why?

- Maybe I'm asking for too much… - I made my best puppy eyes, and using my cutest tone.  - But… Can we go to a bar after dinner?

He raised one eyebrow, laughing a little, making it clear that I was almost over the edge, and that he was the one who commanded. 

- I'll see about that.

I smiled at him, I hugged him a little and buried myself in his body. He kissed my forehead, giving me a little hope that we could actually have a proper date night. 

 *** time skip ***

finally the time has come for me to start getting ready, I put on that dress he gave me a few days ago. a necklace, which matches perfectly with the promise ring he gave me. I love the way he always chooses beautiful clothes, mainly because he is an artist and understands color palettes and cuts of clothes. 

He was with me in the room, I was already used to him watching me change clothes, but his indiscreet looks still made me a little embarrassed. The good part about him being there is that I was able to ask him to close the zipper on the back of the dress. 

After putting on the dress, I stared at him for a few moments, while he continued to button the black shirt over his pale chest. He started to fix his collar, and I walked towards him calmly. 

- Gee… can you help me, please? 

I swept my hair to the side, leaving my back free so he could zip it up.

- Sure, princess! 

His hands, that he made a point of touching my skin passing them over the parts of my back where the dress did not cover, while closing it. As soon as the zipper reached the top, his arms wrapped around my waist, and his lips met my neck, kissing softly. 

- So beautiful… - Gerard whispered in my ear and I let out a smile. He rocked me a bit, with his chin on my shoulder. 

I hummed, almost moaning, and he let out a victorious grin. 

- Darling, can you help me with my tie? 

- Sure, babe. - seconds after I finished speaking, I realized the nickname I used, by accident. 

-  What did you say? 

His surprise, mixed with a bit of mockery and pride, embarrassed me a little, but I knew that sooner or later this would end up happening, taking into account my feelings towards him. 

I turned to fix the red tie he had already placed around his neck, and he got closer holding my hips.

- I said ‘sure’ 

I muttered, focusing only on the tie. When it was finally finished, Gerard holded my chin, making me face him. His hazel eyes glowed and his lips reached mine. These little moments with him make it seem like time outside simply doesn't pass, which is ironic because even if time passes, it doesn't make any difference to us. 

- Liked the nickname, by the way… - still with our lips together, he smirked and continued - But I would prefer it if you used a stronger one… 

I moved away from him a little, laughing. 

- A stronger one? - I asked, playfully -  Like what?

- I don't know… - He spoke as if he was seriously thinking about the answer, until his expression changed to a mischievous grin - “daddy”?

It was pretty obvious he was joking, so I followed suit and took it as a joke, laughing and moving away from him to get my bag. 

- Never gonna happen. 

He unlocked the door and held my hand with unnecessary strength. I was already holding his hand, but his insecurity was obvious when we walked through the bedroom door. 

I had never seen the living room or any other room in the house, but they all followed the same gothic aesthetic, but unlike the bedroom, which remained clean, the other places in the house were dusty, with cobwebs and many pieces of furniture covered in white sheets. 

We walked to the car, and the only information I could gather about it was that it was black. Gerard opened the car door so I could get in. 

- Such a gentleman 

- Nothing less to my princess.

He kissed my hand while I sat in the car seat. He closed the door and went to the part of the driver, placing his hand on my thigh, under the hem of my dress. I shivered at his touch.

During the journey, the radio played an almost inaudible sound, perhaps because the only thing that was going through my mind was his hand, slowly rising and rubbing his thumb along the inside of my thigh.

I didn't ask many questions about where we were going, so I alternated between looking out the window and looking at him, who was driving with only one hand, turning the steering wheel. Looking out the window was satisfying, after all it had been weeks since I had seen the outside of that captivity.  

Well, in about forty minutes, he started to park the car in front of a restaurant, a fancy one. I'm definitely not used to this, nor was I waiting for him to open the car's door for me, like he did, taking my hand and, again, holding tighter than was necessary. 

Gerard led me inside of the restaurant hall. We didn't have reservations, but there were several empty seats, considering the random day we chose to go. Arriving at the table, he pulled out the chair so I could sit down and then pushed it again, placing me in front of the table. 

After we looked at the menu, a waiter quickly came to the table.  While he was taking our orders, Gerard seemed very uncomfortable, perhaps with the friendliness I showed the waiter, but I think that was too much even for him.

- So… how does it feel to get out? 

While we wait for the food to arrive, nothing is more normal than starting a conversation, but the topic of "getting out of captivity" was not exactly what I had in mind, but considering his good mood, I think the best thing to do is to join in and continue the conversation. 

- It is great… - I sighed, thinking about how to continue... I guess the least I could do after all his chivalry was to compliment him. - Actually, being with you makes this even better. 

His eyes widened, and a wide smile spread across his face. I smiled back, because I was being honest. Ever since I admitted to myself that I was in love with him, I don't see myself dating anyone else.  

- Wow… - he chuckled - I wasn't expecting you to say that

- We're on a date, right? - I think I've never used this kind of tone with him… I was being sweet, truly sweet - So that means I wanted to be here with you. 

- Make sense… - He stopped for a few seconds and analyzed my face. I admit that I was nervous, and I was already preparing myself for criticism.  - you're so pretty

- So are you… - I let out my breath in relief, and since we're handing out compliments, I couldn't hold back.  - you're actually the most beautiful man i've ever seen

Again the light red painted his cheek… 

- You're exaggerating…

- I'm not! Really, I always find you kinda cute…

Another thing I kept to myself, in an effort to not let him think he could control me, but at this point, there's no way to do it but start admitting this kind of thing.

- So why did you get so mad when i… you know…

He looked around, careful not to say the word, but I couldn't let it slide. I raised my eyebrow, and did a cynical grin.

- Kidnapped me?

- If you want to call it this way…. - he sighed - But speak softer, please, darling.

- Sorry… - Giggling, I start to explain. - I got mad, cause if you just had asked me out, I would have definitely accepted without thinking twice.

- Well… - he said indifferently, thinking about how to continue the sentence without making it look bad for him. - I didn't know about that. Anyways, now is too late.

- Unfortunately… 

Before we could keep talking, the waiter came with our food, I thanked him, and received a deathly look from Gerard. Dude… why?

The small talk during the dinner was nice, the food was delicious and the atmosphere of the environment was pleasant. As soon as we finished, he paid and we went back to the car. The same way, he opened the door for me and drove us. His hand was again laid on my leg. 

Strangely enough, he didn't seem to be heading home. Even though I didn't know the exact way, the side we were going to was the opposite of the side we had arrived from. 

- So… - he cleaned his throat - you asked me to take you to a bar… I'm gonna show you my favorite one.

- Serious?!

It was a shock. It was hard to believe that he had actually agreed to extend the date.

- Of course, princess.

-Thanks, babe! 

I leaned over the passenger seat, stretching enough to reach his cheek with my lips, planting a kiss on him. 

He froze for a moment, taking the situation in. Within moments, a small smile painted his face, still looking forward, driving. The way a simple nickname makes him let his guard down is really cute.

It wasn't long before we arrived at a small dead-end street. The streetlight apparently wasn't working, leaving the street very dark, and the only thing visible was the doorway to the bar Gerard was taking me to. 

Getting out of the car, the same awkward situation of him grabbing my hand tightly. We crossed the front door and took a seat after passing some people who were sitting at the bartender's table. The last two benches were free, so we stayed there. 

- Such a pretty place

- One of the reasons this is my favorite bar. - He explained - I've been coming here for years. Nothing changed in decades. Only the bartenders.

- Make sense

I laughed, and soon the bartender approached us.

- Hey, pretty lady… What's gonna be for you? 

The compliment was enough to completely change Gerard’s expression. A bit embarrassed, I asked for my favorite drink, without showing the slightest sympathy, but not being rude. 

- And for you, Sir?

He turned his attention to Gerard, who glared at him with anger. 

-The same as MY girl. 

His arms wrapped around my waist as the guy turned around and laughed loud enough that I could hear him. 

- Who does he think he is to talk to you like that?!

- It's not a big deal…

- Because you liked it, didn't you?

- Gee… don't be like that, please.

He opened his mouth to continue speaking, but soon the guy arrived with the drinks.  

- Here it is. For the most beautiful girl I've ever seen… - he placed the drink in front of me,and spoke, clearly far from being sober, turning to Gerard - and her possessive boyfriend.

-Thanks - I said, softly, but careful not to sound too friendly. 

- Really?! - Gerard yelled, moving his hand to grab my arm, squeezing it. - You're gonna let him call you like that?

- Gee, please...

A bit of despair took hold of me, I even understood his jealousy this time, but the more attention he gives, the worse the situation becomes. In a failed attempt to calm him down, I placed my hand on his arm, but before, the nasty guy cut me off, making the situation worse.

- Baby… - He said, looking at me. - Why don't you leave this weirdo there and let's make out back there.  

He pointed with his thumb behind the table and in a hurry Gerard pulled the guy's tie, almost hanging him. Pressing his tie against the table, glaring at the bartender with furious eyes.

- You better shut the fuck up, before I kill you… did you hear me?

He spoke with an intensity I had never heard him use, not even when I decided I was going to try to argue with him. 

- Take it easy, dude

The bartender scoffed, not believing it. Gerard grabbed the glass that was almost full, and threw it on the floor next to the bartender. 

- DID YOU FUCKING HEAR ME?

- S-sorry

Now, he was definitely scared.

- I'm sure you are. - grabbing my arm, he pulled me hard, making me stumble but not fall, as we walked out of the bar - And i'm not paying for that, by the way.

- I think you overreacted…

-You don't know a thing! You were enjoying all of this!

- I-

- Shut up, you fucking cunt! - He slapped my face, and my eyes filled with tears… the more I feel good about him, the worse I feel when he acts this way - You wanted to come here so you could flirt with guys there! Why the hell did I believe that you could behave?!

Still holding my arm, he threw away all the delicacy he used to use with me and slammed the car door. 

- I don't even need to tell you that you won't be leaving that fucking room for a long time, right? 

He started driving, obviously going over the speed limit. I held on to the bench a little.

- It wasn't my fucking fault! - I couldn't stay quiet, there's no way he's blaming me. - What am I supposed to do? Punch him? 

- Don't you dare talk to me like that! - He stormed, hitting the steering wheel - Not when you were all cute with that guy! 

- I wasn't doing anything! 

He remained silent, ignoring me. I was about to continue, but he stepped forward.

- Wait till we got home, princess - what he said could be interpreted as a sweet phrase, but the threatening tone he used was not at all romantic. - I'm gonna make sure that you know who really owns you. 

Not wanting to make my situation worse, I remained silent, not daring to look at him the whole way home. 

Arriving at his house, he practically threw me into the room, and I wouldn't doubt that he was about to kick me, but he gave up when I remained standing, instead of falling on the floor. 

- What are you waiting for, baby? - he spoke calmly, but his aggression was obvious - Undress yourself, NOW!

- Is that really necessary? 

I asked, with visible fear. 

- I don't know - he growled, showing his lack of patience - you want me to tie you up and do it by myself?! 

I shook my head and started to take my shoes off, and then my dress, my underwear and my necklace.  

- Good girl… - a satisfaction grim grow on his face - now, turn away.

He took off his tie, and blindfolded me with that. I won't lie, while I was scared of what he would be capable of doing, every move he made made me even more wetter. 

His mouth pressed against my shoulder, sucking hard and making sure to leave bruise-like marks. I shivered as his hands went around my waist, squeezing tightly. 

I hummed when he buried his face on my neck, licking it up. His mouth reached my earlobe, biting, while his hands went even up in my torso, catching my breast. I moaned.

- Fucking slut - He whispered in my ear. - I'm gonna split you up. 

I felt his hands move away from my breasts, going down to my waist again, and his hot breath was no longer on my neck. Soon I felt him push me forward, aggressively. After a few steps, my legs touched the bed. 

- Get on the bed, whore. - He demanded 

I tried to turn so that my back was on the mattress, on top of the velvet sheet that covered it. 

-Besides being a slut, you're also dumb? - Before I could finish turning around, he grabbed me, preventing me from making any movement. His harsh voice made me freeze, but his next sentence made me swallow hard.  - I want you all fours for me. 

I did so, getting into the position he told me to. Embarrassment took over me, but it was soon replaced by the fear I felt when I heard the sound of his belt being opened. 

- You're gonna have what you really deserve… - As soon as he spoke, I felt the snap and the tearing sound of the leather hitting my ass squarely. I screamed in pain  - See… that's the treatment whores like you get.

He caressed my back, I thought it was enough, but soon I felt the feeling hit me again, and again, and again. The more he hit me, the more I screamed, and soon the tie covering my eyes tie was stained with tears. 

- Aw… Don't cry, darling… - I would give anything for him to call me that with the passion he had used hours ago, not with this mocking tone. - The night will be long… for you.

I jumped a little when his hand brushed my hair out of my face, and kissed my cheek.

- Tell me, princess, who do you belong to? - he spoke gently, but not kindly l 

- Y-you - I murmured.

- Exactly. - Suddenly, he knocked me to the side, turning me now to face him - You're MY whore.

He took the blindfold off my eyes and I could see the hunger in his eyes. Hovering on top of me and grabbing my throat, he showed his fangs with a presunction smile. 

- I'm gonna put you in your fucking place. - he roared, lunging at my neck again. - Tell me again who owns you.

-Y-you.. - I felt his pressure gripping my throat, and almost out of breath I responded - You own me.

- You learn fast. - he let me go, but continued talking with his face in my neck - But there's more I have to teach you. 

Without warning, he inserted four fingers inside of me, curling them to reach my g-spot.

- So needy…

I moaned loudly, as he giggled, knowing that he can make me transition between pain and pleasure in seconds.

He pumped in and out, and I started to feel myself getting closer and closer. Breathless, I tried to tell him. 

- Gee… i'm gonna cu-

- Not yet, cunt. - He growled, taking his hand out of me and moving it to his jeans, unbuttoning them. Then he pulled down his boxers and took his dick out. 

He held my wrists together in the top of my head while he abused my cunt. My pleasure mixed with the pain I still felt in my ass took over me.  I tried my best to hold back my orgasm, with great difficulty I managed to hold myself, hearing him grunt and groan.

After a few seconds, I moaned, feeling him use my pussy as a cum-dump. I started to panic as I couldn't hold it anymore.

- P-please… - I said, and he chuckled.

- Cum for me. - He ordered, and I did what he said. 

The pleasure washed me over, and he let go off my wrists, laying down by my side breathless. I closed my eyes, trying to restore my energy, and he leaned back against the bed rail. 

Gerard tapped his leg, calling me to his lap, so I went, feeling like a fucking pet of his. Not diminishing my embarrassment, I sat on his lap, and he stroked the top of my head. 

- All mine… - He kissed my cheek and rested his head on my shoulder. - Am I right?

I started the night completely in love with him, seeing him as the boyfriend I would like to have, but every time he acts like this I distance myself more and more from him. 

- Yeah… - I said, with a bitter taste in my mouth and a fake smile -  All yours.

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~ Well, that's it… lemme know if you liked! Should i do a part 5? Drop me ideas! <3

PART 5!

[kairiscorner]

hello po ate!! (　＾▽＾)

looking out the car window while it was raining made me think abt the request i'm making rn hehe

basically it's a miles x reader where they can't rlly see eachother that often these days bcs of the daily rain so they have to facecall or chat with eachother but one thing is that they're both touch starved for eachother atp (not in the weird way bcs ik some ppl think abt it the other way 😨) and it comes to a point where miles lit swings to reader's place to cuddle the second the news came out that the rain will stop for that day and they have a cuddle session ehehejdveje

(also !! plss take your time on this one cause i feel like ur alr starting school and i don't wanna be a bother 😕)

-sincerely, the 🧋 anon !!

HELLO 🧋 ANON 💖💖💖 wait that's super CUTE, also i got your follow-up message, ty for making it clearly luv (≧▽≦) OK I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS 💖

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

i can't wait any longer. – miles 1610 x reader

it's been a whole week, and you have yet to see your boyfriend face-to-face. it's been pouring rain ceaselessly all over the city, and the weather forecasts say it might not let up anytime soon. though, you and miles stay connected through facetiming and texting all day throughout the week you two have been away from each other, simply communicating doesn't bring the whole feelings you two experience when speaking to each other face-to-face and being around each others' presence.

as you were working at your desk on the homework your teacher assigned, you got a text notification from miles himself. the message was the same as always: him expressing how much he missed you, with the addition of sad, crying kaomojis that just made his longing for you a bit more impactful and... pitiful, in a way; it seriously made you want to drop everything, put on your nearest rain coat, not even bother to don on your pair of boots and just run over to him, even if you'd slip on the way or get sick afterwards. but you knew you couldn't do that, reality had always opposed your desires, especially those desires of yours that you sincerely wished for with all your heart; the universe was truly cruel to the sweetest of hearts.

you were confused as to why he suddenly seemed so hurried to text you, like his thumb was slipping from across the keyboard. before you could decode in your mind what he meant, you heard a light tapping by your bedroom window. you turned your head, and upside down, facing you with wide lenses for eyes, was spider man—your boyfriend, miles morales.

you tried to cover your shock from his sudden arrival, but it was harder to do as miles casually waved at you and pointed down at the lock of your window—gesturing for you to unlock it so he could come in. you knew miles was spider man long ago, and he already admitted it to you a few weeks prior; though he had never come to your place personally as spider man, so just seeing him clad in the black and red accented suit is just... a little jarring, surprising, and fun to you all at once.

"babe!" miles exclaimed as he climbed onto your windowsill and gazed at you. he was sopping wet from the constant rain, and your floors were soaking up the rain drops falling on him, but he didn't care if he was wet or dry, all he cared about right now was just being here with you. you spoke to him a mile a minute, pointing out how wet he was, offering to get him a towel—but you couldn't go anywhere else since miles grabbed your wrist gently and tugged a little on you, practically begging you not to leave him yet, not when he's finally here with you now.

he got off your windowsill and wrapped you in a wet, soaked up hug, murmuring how he missed the warmth of you against him. "i can't believe it's been a week... man, i can't another week without you, it'd be like going a whole week without food, water, or air." he muttered as he held you closer. he pulled away from you and took off his mask, and underneath it, you could see his hair all droopy now from the rain water he soaked up; but his charming, brilliant smile and shining eyes full of love and adoration for you persisted.

you told miles you missed him, it was wonderful seeing him again, but you had to get him a towel to dry him off. you went over to your closet and handed him a clean towel for him to dry himself off. miles got a little embarrassed and nodded. "oh, right, right... sorry, babe, i, um... got a little too excited." he said with a chuckle as he dried his hair. you turned around, not facing him as he dried the rest of himself off; luckily, the hoodie he lent you was still with you, dry and clean. he donned the hoodie on and wrung his suit out from your window, the rain droplets it absorbed rejoining the rain droplets falling down on the roofs and pavements, pattering against windows on buildings left and right.

you made miles a cup of hot cocoa and made one for yourself, too. his had little marshmallows and extra sugar, just the way he liked them. you snuggled up with him as you wrapped a blanket around you two by your shoulders, the two of you getting warmed up by each others' body heat and the fluster you were both experiencing right then and there being in each others' presence after so long. miles chuckled as he looked at the mini marshmallows in his drink. "you remembered how to make my favorite, huh?" he asked you as you blew on your hot cocoa and smiled. "how could i not remember?" you asked him as miles smiled wider and kept chuckling in glee as he sipped on the hot cocoa you made him, with you leaning your head against his shoulder as you two drank up, relishing this moment where you two are just sitting together in comfortable, loving silence—being in each other's company after so, so long; with your free hand on top of his, clutching the back of his hand as miles smiled wider to himself as you held him closely to you, almost as if you were wordlessly telling him, 'i'm glad you came... and i really, really missed you, too'.

tags @ii01vq @luvstarrstruck @maxoloqy @k4tsu3 @solecitoszn @toneystank-3000 @popeheywardssecretgf @onginlove @meowmoraless

[atsullia]

𝐊𝐀𝐈𝐁𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐍 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐍

Pairing(s): Reo Mikage x male!reader

Author Note: woah, my first male reader fic since Idk uh July 2022. Damn that's a long ass time ago. The fic more shows Reo pov than the reader. I feel like this fic might flop despite working hours on it.

Summary: Reo fell in love with a boy. And that boy was you. Apparently, he wanted to be more than just friends, but what about you?

Warning(s): Angst? Swearing. Reader is a male, which was already stated on the pairing. Idk what else to put.

The sound of the bell ringing filled the hallway with its noise, making students stop what they were doing and make their way to class. As you headed to class with your friends, you waved goodbye to Reo, a good friend of yours.

The smile on Reo's face turned into a frown as he watched you walk away with your friends, seeing how happy you were with people who weren't him. 'Fuck- why am I even sulking..? We're not even together.' The purple-haired boy thought to himself. He felt a sense of dread, seeing you disappear from his sight. You two weren't even together, which made Reo feel more frustrated about himself.

As he walked to class, his mind was filled with thoughts about you, a boy he had fallen in love with. Seeing you with other people, how you would smile towards them, he felt jealous but knew he didn't have the right to be jealous.

"He only sees me as his friend..." Reo sighed as he sat down in his chair, waiting for the teacher. You plagued his mind to the point that he couldn't focus in class. Reo cursed you in his mind, 'Stupid [Name].. his stupid face.. and his stupid smile..', but no matter how hard he tried, his feelings for you never faded－ if anything, his love for you deepened. He really looked like an idiot, sulking over somebody he thought he'd never get. No, he knows he will never get...

He doesn't know how it happened. He was admiring you from afar when suddenly he found himself in front of you. It's something about the smile you give him that melts his heart. It was obvious he had fallen in love with youー he could listen to you for hours without getting bored.

The way you hold his hand whenever you two hang out always makes his heart skip a beat.

Reo chuckles softly as he walks with you, holding your hand, not wanting to let it go. He looks at you and smiles playfully. "Y'know, I love your eyes," he commented, wanting to tease you a bit. "Can I have them?"

You couldn't help but snort a laughter at that, seeing how Reo smiled in a playful manner as he said something corny. "Pfft- of course not," you scoffed and nudged his side, looking at him with a smirk, "but your kids can."

Reo blushed as he didn't know what you meant by thatー like, huh? Kids?! He felt his heart getting faster as you said that. The sound of your laughter cut his thoughts as you nudged him, "Chill dude- I was just kidding." Oh.. you were just joking around, huh... should have guessed that...

Reo sighed, rolling his eyes at you as he pouted. Both Reo and you liked to tease each other, which Reo knew well, but he hoped there was something, wanting the teasing to have a deeper meaning.

It frustrates him so much because you gave him so many mixed signals. It was impossible for him to stay mad at you... not when your laugh gave him so much joy and serotonin.

"Ack-!" Reo yelped as he felt cold hands on his face. He looked at you, the perpetrator.

Your cheeky grin, the way you stared at him with your cold hands cupping his face, "You're pretty Reo... like really pretty."

Reo felt his face warm up from your words. Although he knew your words were sincere, he also knew they were expressed more in a platonic way.

But right now, he could only dream of being with you. Seeing you smile like this, how you would stare at him with a happy expression and cupping his face. He felt his heart beating fasterー he wanted this moment to never end.

Talking to each other every night until either you or Reo becomes tired, eating ice cream together on the street, feeding stray cats, holding hands...

"But in the end..." Reo sighed as he texted you good night and turned off his phone. "I'm just a friend... because I'm not even special to you..."

...

"That's why... I won't sulk anymore. We're not even together, so what's the point..." Reo clenched his fist tightly, his lips trembling as he held his tears back. "I won't get jealous anymore since I'm just a friend anyway..."

He doesn't want to sulk anymore, not wanting to be stupid. Staring at you from afar with a dejected expression, feeling his heart shattered as he watched you with her.

How you smiled at her, holding both of her hands, laughing over something... just like you did with him. But there was something different between him and her... he was just a friend to you and nothing more.

She was flawless, her well-brushed hair, gentle eyes and how she made you smile, and the most significant part was, she was a girl unlike Reo... there's no way he could compete with her. Regardless of how painful it may be, he had a feeling from the beginning that you were straight and wouldn't love a boy like him.

He won't get jealous anymore, even though he loves you...

'Kahit mahal kita... gago.' (Even though I love you, stupid <3)

[twilghtkoo]

hiiiiii <33

hehe im here sending you a love letter cuz i right away think of you when this tiktok passed my tl since you always do bf!hyuck based on tiktok vid sometimes yes. so i dont want to be crazy alone while imagining that hyuck definitely do that to his gf 🥺🥺🥺

pairings. haechan x reader (f)

genre. fluff :'), established relationship

warnings. haechan is just the sweetest and most loving boyfriend

notes. thank u for the love letter ilysm :( <333 and it's ok bc every couple shit i see on tiktok my brain routes to being delusional @.@ ALSO i had a draft for this?? i was almost done w it but then tumblr deleted it????? or made it disappear???? 😭😭 like that shit was so well written i was up til 4 writing this shit and i had to rewrite this so i’m sorry if it’s kinda :/

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spring is here, the days are getting longer and the nights are getting shorter, temperature is getting warmer, and flowers are beginning to bloom. a season you always despised because you hate how the sun’s beams get stronger and hotter, and you’re not much of a morning bird but a night owl. your sleep patterns have always been inconsistent but you always got a sudden burst of motivation to do random things late at night.

you remember a metaphor about spring your teacher had told you when you were younger; spring is a breath of fresh air. spring is an opportunity to turn over a new leaf. all the springs you’ve spent living in a continuous cycle, and suffering the loss of the cold spell of autumn and winter.

changes have always been hard for you to accept and hard to come to face with. so why was it so different with him? why were you easily soaking in his sunshine and warmth?

you can call haechan a book worm when it comes to you. you are his favorite book on his shelf and the only one. he memorizes every little detail about you, bookmarking a certain page of you to go back and relive the memory in his sleep. easily reading you by how you act and behave.

he would love to spend every spring the universe brings, if you allow him.

a funky, red, plaid pattern blanket you had bought recently specifically for this picnic date lies neatly under a huge, green sapling, hiding from the sun's rays.

you are going off about a certain topic you had learned in your psych class and how you were a little scared to do an experimental test with your class, but it was interesting to see the psychological tests can be used to improve your understanding of certain behaviors. he loves hearing you talk about your classes, as if with his difficult career, he can be a student with you.

an hour or two passes and the sun moved, the rays of sunlight seeping through the branches of the tree above you is hitting your skin and your bare legs that are uncovered from your short floral dress. you looked beautiful under the spring's sunlight. he makes sure to tell you every day, even if he doesn't see you in person. a simple text sent to you around the early afternoon, saying 'you are looking so pretty today sunshine'.

he wouldn't mind if each spring was like this. he'd wait til the next spring to be able to taste your sweet lips, the delightful smell of fruit, being strawberry. your favorite lip balm (and fruit) that you have expressed to him before and being shy after. he likes strawberries too, but he has a theory they would taste better from you. nonetheless, he'll wait. and when the time comes he'll bookmark that chapter from his favorite book and adding his thoughts and emotions from the events with you into a piece of text.

and if you both end up spending one hundred springs together, at the last spring you two share, he hopes to gift you the sincerity of his love with the thousands of pages written and printed about you.

he hopes spring has another meaning for you with him in it.

[pink-tonic]

Week One🔪

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For the past week, I've been following around (Y/N) and Taeko. I've seen them walk to school together, hang out together before break, walk to class together, eat lunch together, go to the club together, and walk home together.

Together, together, together...

They're inseparable... and I hate it.

I even went to go talk to (Y/N) before the club started to get an answer, but when I heard his answer, I couldn't help but walk away. I didn't care if he became confused or frustrated at my actions because he doesn't know I feel those emotions harder than him.

How could senpai even like (Y/N)? What does he have that I don't?

I'm filled with confusion and anger. Confusion that I wish I didn't have and anger I wish I could take out on him.

I've been asking these questions since I found out Taeko had a crush on (Y/N). Nobody can answer it except Taeko. I've tried talking to Info to give me information on the reasons for Taeko's crush, but she refuses to. Telling me that I have to work more in order to get that information.

Following Taeko is the only way I can gain information, and I've noticed something interesting these past two days.

During lunch, I see her writing, but she doesn't write for long. I see her write a few words on a bright pink piece of paper before crumbling it up and throwing it into the trash.

I couldn't help myself, and I ended up rummaging through the trash to get it. Getting another item that was touched by my senpai? How could I not resist?

I got the paper today during lunch. (Y/N) had to go and talk with one of the teachers about his grades. This left Taeko in the club room by herself.

I had to sit on one of the benches that are outside of the clubroom. The seats gave me a clear view of the inside of the club room. I didn't want to look suspicious, so I took out a book that Taro gave me. I would look at the book, but then I would look up from it so I could watch Taeko.

Every time I looked up, I would see Taeko with a frustrated look on her face. She tapped her pen on the table, and then she would write something. She would then look at the paper and then shake her head. She grabbed the paper and crumbled it into a ball. She throws the paper into the trash bin. I see her unzip her school bag and get out an identical piece of paper. The process then starts all over again.

I wondered what she was writing about? It doesn't look like an essay or any school assignment for that matter, so what could it be?

When I heard the school bell ring, I took it as my chance to get the piece of paper out of the trash bin.

I saw Taeko get up and leave the club room. When I saw her turn the corner, I got up and went inside of the clubroom.

I went towards the trash bin and bent over to look through it. It didn't take long to find the pieces of paper. I decided to take all of them.

Now I'm at home sitting on my bed as I stare at the three crumbled pieces of pink paper.

I grab the one closest to me and open it up from its balled up state. As I unfold it, I am met with a wrinkled piece of paper. I try my best to straighten out the paper before I read it.

I place the pink wrinkled paper in front of me and start to read it.

Dear (Y/N),

I've admired you since the first time I spoke to you. I was too scared to talk to you, but now I feel ready to tell you everything I've been thinking.

I want to tell you everything and so much more, and I hope you'll accept and understand.

Please meet me at the cherry tree behind the school right after school ends on Friday.

I hope to see you there.

Sincerely,

Your admirer

As I read through the letter, I couldn't help but grip the paper out of frustration. I crumble the paper back into a ball and throw it into my trash bin, and then I take the other letters and throw them inside as well.

Why should I even bother to read the other letters anyway? It's just going to be the same message but in a different order.

Yet the fact that my senpai has written different versions shows that she wants this letter to be the best.

But why?

Does she really love (Y/N) that much, where she has to constantly remake the same letter?

What does he have that makes her want to do this?

Why him over me?

I lay down on my bed and look up to my ceiling. I hoped that an idea would come to me.

On how to get rid of (Y/N).

I can't stand to think about him or even look at him school after this. How cruel, isn't it? My childhood friend is the one to take my love away from me.

I need to stop thinking about that. I need to start thinking about how I'm going to get rid of (Y/N).

I could text Info about any elimination methods she has in mind since she said she would help me out with taking out my rivals, but I feel like doing this by myself.

Today is Wednesday, so I have barely two days to get rid of (Y/N). Taeko is going to confess after school on Friday, so I have to take him out before then.

I know that (Y/N) is usually the one to put up the newspaper after school ends, and he sends out two people from the club to distribute the paper to the whole school.

I know that Taeko is one of the helpers to distribute the paper since I heard them talk about it, so in order to put my plan into motion, I will have to follow her.

I get up from my bed and walk over to my desk. I take out a piece of paper from one of the notebooks that are laying around and start to write.

I write well into the night, but this is more important than sleep.

[joylinda-hawks]

Now I can protect you. But will I protect you for the rest of my life? WOH, episode 17, part 4. ZCL tries to reason with ZZS. He asks if he can stop practicing now. An angry ZZS accuses ZCL of daring to argue with him. WKX just looks askance at ZZS, who gives ZCL two hours of extra practice. ZCL gets to his feet, and WKX tells ZZS that he is usually such a gentle person and asks why he is so strict with ZCL. He adds that if he pushes him too hard, nothing will come of it. He explains that a child must be taught slowly. ZZS asks how slowly. WKX agrees and states that he spoke out of turn and goes on to say that ZZS adapts the exercises to the abilities of his student. He states that only a strict teacher will produce a brilliant student. ZCL listens to this speech, hoping that ZZS will change his mind. ZZS states that there is no point in begging him. He tells ZCL that he needs to know that "the clumsy bird should fly first." ZZS explains that he can protect ZCL now, but he won't be able to protect him for the rest of his life. ZCL says that he didn't say he wouldn't fly. But he won't fly now, even if he wanted to. WKX states that ZCL should practice his martial arts, but not while the boy is suffering from heatstroke. ZZS looks at WKX when he hears this. WKX adds that he really thinks the boy has had enough and asks if ZZS can let him rest in the carriage for a while. ZZS is silent for a moment, and then orders ZCL to continue practicing. Then he turns to WKX and asks if ZCL is his student or ZZS's student. He asks if he is teaching him or if ZZS is teaching him. WKX humbly agrees with ZZS and says that he doesn't say anything more, stating that as usual ZZS is not wrong. In ZZS's mind he wonders what's been going on with Lao Wen lately, because he's been acting like a sulking wife. He also wonders, looking at WKX, what he's up to. Meanwhile, in the Yueyang Sect's residence, ZJ is playing chess with Scorpion. PA comes up to them, followed by three ghosts from the Devil Child. It's Changing Ghost, Happy Ghost, and Lovelace. PA greets ZJ and Scorpion. ZJ turns to Changing Ghost and Lovelace, recognizing them and paying attention to Happy Ghost. ZJ greets them. Changing Ghost returns the greeting. Then he adds that ZJ's last strategy was great and he sincerely admires him. ZJ replies that Ghost is overpraising him. He goes on to say that the Heroes' Conference on Mount Jun went smoothly thanks to the help of Changing Ghost and the other Ghost brothers. Happy Ghost walks over to where ZJ and Scorpion are sitting and watches them, laughing. Then he greets ZJ and Scorpion. Scorpion is not very happy about the ghosts' presence, but he remains silent. ZJ, seeing Happy Ghost's behavior, replies that he is not surprised that he has such a nickname. He adds that people who see Happy Ghost become joyful. Finally, Lovelece speaks up and says that ZJ has succeeded in a great cause. He states that who if not ZJ can be the highest leader of Jianghu. ZJ replies that they are brothers and do not have to be so polite to each other. He adds that they still have a long way to go. Scorpion listens carefully to ZJ's words and analyzes them. ZZS does not want to indulge ZCL, he knows that intensive training can help the boy make up for lost years and acquire skills in martial arts. WKX, on the other hand, tries to convince ZZS to be more gentle with the boy. WKX's behavior puzzles ZZS who wants to know what the other man is planning, because his behavior is sometimes unpredictable. ZJ has joined forces with the Ghosts of the Ten Devils. It was them, or rather Changing Ghost, who thwarted WKX's plans. ZJ, in order to achieve his goals, tries to be polite to new allies, whom he intends to get rid of when he does not need them. Scorpion is not happy with ZJ's decision and carefully analyzes his behavior.

[illegal-heartbreaker]

Could I request mama bears Marilyn and Larissa X Adopted Daughter!Reader

Where one of the popular student asks Reader out, but the popular student stands Reader up. Reader would have been upset with the popular student if it wasn't for Reader’s powers. Now Reader wants revenge. So Marilyn and Larissa have to convince Reader that the popular student isn't worth it.

And they might have dealt with the issue.

revenge is cold {l. weems & m. thornhill}

summary: req above

relationship: marilyn thornhill x larissa weems & marilyn thornhill x reader x larissa weems

extra/warning: reader has elsas (from frozen) powers. _____________________

the wind hitting against your legs as you stood outside the small restaurant just south of jericho. time was slowly passing and you were slowly loosing all hope for them turning up to the date.

pulling your phone out to check the time, ' 7:09'.

30 minutes late.

thats when it hit you, this was planned. they were never going to turn up; you had been set up.

the walk back to nevermore wasn't long, only 10 minutes yet it felt so long. pushing through vines in the side of the school, wanting to avoid both of your parents because if they ever found out you had been out, you knew you'd be fucked.

there was no sadness in you, only anger and disappointment. Disappointment in yourself for letting yourself believe that the 'most popular kid' in school wanted to get to know you.

managing to get into the school and into your room without being caught by your parents or any other teachers, you could finally process everything that had happened that evening.

bringing your phone out of your pocket, you could see you had new messages from both of your mothers. Reading them quickly, you knew you'd be in heaps of trouble the next time they saw you.

but thats not what you were looking for, it was the link to his tiktok account. blocked.

"childish." you mutter, turning off the screen and dropping onto your back on the bed.

-

it wasn't the sound of the bell that awoke you the next day, that was long gone. It was the sound of the constant banging on your door, which did.

jumping up from your bed, quickly pulling a jumper over the top of the shirt that you forgot to take off before bed last night and grabbing the small bag that you had received from Wednesday incase you needed to 'protect' yourself.

"who is it?" there was no response but another few knocks came, muttering angrily at being awoken on a saturday morning.

as the door opened, your eyes involuntarily widened seeing both Marilyn and Larissa standing next to each other.

"i'd love to talk, but i- uh, need to uhm, go and see someone. so maybe later?" you manage to get out before trying to slip past the both of them.

which proves to be difficult, when your mothers hand reaches out to grab your forearm. "who is the someone y/n?"

moving your eyes from larissa's hand to where marilyn stood, "none of your business."

"this doesn't have anything to do with Mr King does it?" yanking your arm from her grasp, your eyebrows knit together in confusion. "So it does. Darling, I don't think hurting him is going to change anything except for the fact that you'd be the one in trouble." She continues, though both Larissa and Marilyn knew that there was little chance of you actually listening.

"please stay out of my issues" you start, crossing your arms in the process. "I am capable of looking after myself."

"marilyn knows that honey, we just want you to realise that if you acted on your thoughts, I won't be able to cover that up from the sheriff and mayor."

taking a step back from the two of them, you knew it was the truth but you needed to get your revenge.

"We will deal with him darling, but right now you need to calm down." you could hear the sincerity in her voice, and so slowly you opened the door to allow the two women to fully see you.

"whenever you're ready to tell us what fully happened, we'll be right here. but for now, how about a warm hot chocolate?" larissa offered, a small smile on her face as she looked down at you

"can i have a hug first though?"

"you don't even need to ask." she laughs, pulling you into a tight embrace as your other mother watches the two of you, "c'mere.." you mutter, pulling at her hand and bringing her into the hug as well.

[safely-in-vhagars-belly]

FIRE AND BLOOD: Part one: The beginning of the end. Aegon x reader, Aemond x reader (or x oc it kinda depends how you view it)

🔷Summary: You become Aegon and Aemond's plaything/pet and have a sexual secret relationship with them.

🔷Author's note: Rebranded for redacted

Wordcount: A tame under 1k

🔷Warnings: Forshadowing, Aemond being a terrifying mf but nothing else yet. No smut or gore, violence.

Brienne's pov/You pov

'Another time,' you tell the prince next to you. Prince Aegon Targaryen tries to pronounce the book sentences you high marked with inkt but he clearly is in no mood to learn.

He is an diffcult student to motivate. You know that by now. You have been teaching him a year now. 'Do you think I'll make a good king?' He randomly blurs out. You clutch the book you are holding. You bite your lip.

'Your sister will be queen, if the gods are willing. You will never need to worry about sitting the throne.'

'Good. I dont like being prince. I suck at it.'

'Well, maybe this is your chance to show yourself that you dont suck at high Valyrian!' You wiggle the book excitedly and silly like taunting a dog with a biscuit. Aegons eyes roll but he has a pleasant sincere smile on his lips. 'Come on, let's get to work. We started in chapter four and you did very well last time so-'

'I didn't bother to read it. Without you, reading is so boring. you make it more fun. You sparkle when you are reading, you know. It's very intriguing to watch.' You wanted to groan but feel your cheeks turn warmer and warmer. Intriguing. That is a first.

'Am I making you blush, my lady? I didnt mean to make my teacher uncomfortable. It would be bad for our very professional relationship if any of this-' You dont let him finish.

'You idiot,' you hiss at him before smacking him with the book. Aegon chuckles before running off. You take after him, not giving up that easy. 'You-' Another shadows falls over you and Aegon. His smile disappears and you know very well by now that his walls are back up high. You quickly compose yourself, bowing your head to the other prince who also lives, no you are certain, haunts this castle.

'Prince Aemond.' The much younger yet more serious prince looks at you and his older brother, chasing each other like children playing tag.

If Aegon is blood then he is fire. 'Brother. Mother wants to see you. It's important.' He ignores you, mostly for now. You feel a bit embarrassed you were seen hitting the other prince.

Aegon pretends to read one of the books you picked out for him. He does not like learning but he hates seeing his mother even more. 'I'm busy, brother. I am learning. educating myself. Training my brain.' He picks up the book. Its upside down.

You sigh and force yourself to smile at the other prince. He doesnt even pretend to smile back. 'Aegon, I think you should leave. Your mother is probably worried enough as it is. Good work today, your accent is getting better and better.'

You hear Aemonds low mocking chuckle. It makes you boil with rage and you want to hit another prince with a book. 'You wanted something?' You demand, when Aegon left the room.

He sits down in Aegons chair and starts reading the books you picked out for him. 'I read these when I was four.' He remarks.

You take the books from him and but them back in the shelves. Hastily and nervously. You dont know why but something is off about him. 'Hm. I might take on some Valyrian lessons myself. I see its quite the experience.' Expierence. What does he mean with that?

Probably just mocking Aegon. You hope. 'Funny, you are fluent. Your brother needs it.' You learned it from your mother when you were much younger than both Aegon or Aemond.

The prince laughs. 'He doesn't deserve to learn such a beautiful language. He is a idiot.'

'Everyone who isnt you is a idiot in your eyes..' eyes. You curse yourself. 'I only meant that nearly no one can accomplish as much as you, my prince.'

He leans back in the chair. 'Its because most people don't have to struggle the way I did.' You sigh but carefully compose yourself. struggle? He has people to warm his bath for him. He has people to dress him. He has a house with hundreds chambers and has more gold than he can spend. What did he struggle with? His one eye that his nephew took? Something very common among common people? Is he really that upset the gods took it from grating him a dragon?

You wont tell him, but you are worried about Aegons process. You worry very much. Every step he takes in the right direction is two steps back in another subject. It's like he cant remember what he learned not even a week ago. ''He is not remembering it, is he?' He smiles smugly. Happy with his brother struggling and being miserable. 'All that drinking killed whatever was left of his brain.'

'Your brother is fine-' He slams his fist on the table and you flinch, unintended. He gets up.

'Maybe you should stop flirting with him. He is not learning anything if he is distracted.' He says, staring you down like you are an enemy on the battle field that he cant wait to slay.

'Well, i-'

'I'm serious about taking up lessons. Who knows what you might learn me. And what I might learn you in return.' He says. 'I'm a better student than Aegon. Whatever you teach me, I remember. And whatever I teach you well: You'll remember that was well.' He leans in closer.

'Unless you are fond of punishment of course.'

[deke-rivers-1957]

ECU High - Clint's Arrival

It was the first day of school at ECU High. Clinton, Clint for short, Reno was just dropped off at the front by his brother, Vance.

Vance turns to Clint as he exits the pickup truck and says, "Ya best have a good day at school ya here Clint."

"Oh Ah will. Thank ya, Vance" he replies as Vance drives away.

It's Clint's freshman year at ECU High. Ever since his brothers made the military their careers, Clint was left alone with his mother as the baby of the family. When his father died, the family farm lost a lot of its income. They were so poor that he had to take on most of the work as they couldn't afford farm hands, leaving him little time to socialize.

However, their luck changed for the better. Vance got himself a good job at the high school as the organizer of the junior ROTC using his military connections. The position paid so well that Vance hired some farm hands. Their mother now has enough help to be able to send Clint to a regular school.

Clint sees a sign saying "Freshman Schedule Line" with a couple other boys standing in it. He walks up right behind the boy in front of him, hoping to make a friend.

"Hi, mah name's Clint Reno. Wha's yer name?" he asks.

The boy in front of you flinches.

"Ah! Oh." he looks at Clint and narrows his eyes.

"Are you one of 'em cowboy types?" he asks.

Clint looks at him smiling and says, "Yes, Ah've been workin on mah family's farm all mah life Tyler, Texas".

The boy still looks at Clint and asks, "Do you know bout any of 'em Native reservations?"

Clint looks confused and says, "Ah heard of 'em, but Ah never been to one. Ah heard they ain't so good fer Native Americans. Is that were yer family lives?"

The boy looks like he's about to get angry, but realizes that Clint was legitimately asking without judging.

"Yeah. My name's Pacer Burton. I'm half Kiowa on my mother's side. We used to live on an old reservation in the Texas Panhandle until," he peters off. Pacer looks like he has a secret that he doesn't want to tell. Like he went through something so traumatic recently that it's left him very troubled.

"Ya don't need to tell me, Pacer. Ah just wanna make friends. Ya wanna make friends too, right?", Clint asks completely sincere.

Pacer looks at Clint and just nods. He turns back around and moves up a space as one of the boys gets his schedule.

Clint watches him walk away and calls out, "Hey! Ah'm Clint Reno! Wha's yer name?"

The boy is dressed in a uniform like he's an Eagle Scout and quickly turns to Clint saying, "I'm Josh Morgan. I need to get to class so I won't be late on my first day."

He breaks off in a sprint while Clint is still in line with Pacer.

"I hate him." Pacer says under his breath as Clint looks confused.

"What'd ya say, Pacer?" Pacer flinches and turns around.

"That boy scout thinks he's so perfect. Who cares if you're late on the first day of school? Everyone knows that we gotta get our schedule first."

Clint doesn't say a word. He just waits in line and sees the next boy leave the line with his schedule. Since he looks more friendly, Clint tries introducing himself again.

"Hi! Ah'm Clint Reno! Wha's yer name?" he asks. This time the boy stops.

"Hi. My name's Mike Edwards. Nice to meet ya, Clint. I like your jeans. I have gym first so I gotta book it. Maybe I'll catch up with ya later. Just be care of those dang upperclassmen. They just wanna cause trouble." Mike waves as he starts to run.

Clint smiles, thinking he made a friend. Pacer is next as Clint watches him show the teacher his school ID and get his schedule. Pacer picks up his backpack and walks to his class.

"Next." the teacher says looking at Clint. Clint fumbles for his school ID.

"Mah name's Clint Reno. Here's mah school ID, sir.", he hands the teacher his ID.

The teacher goes through his files to find Clint's schedule and hands it to him saying, "Here you go. First period's English. Just follow the map in the building and you'll be fine."

Clint takes his ID back and smiles, "Thank ya, sir."

He follows Pacer. "Hey Pacer, wha's yer schedle this year?" he notices Pacer flinches again.

"Oh. Hey Clint. I got math 1st period. What's your first class?" he asks. Clint hands Pacer his schedule.

"Huh. We got most of our classes together. Even got the same homeroom at the end of the day." Pacer says while handing Clint his schedule back.

Clint smiles and says "Tha's great. Boy we're gonna be good ol' friends this year ain't we."

Pacer smiles a little. "Yeah. We are." He's a little surprised that Clint hasn't picked on him yet.

The first bell rings and Pacer looks at the stairs. "Listen, Clint I gotta go. My math class' on the top floor. I'll see you in bio," he says as he goes up the stairs.

Clint waves as he goes to English. As he looks for the right room he sees a boy at his locker. He sees Clint's cowboy hat and smiles saying "Wow. Nice cowboy hat! Do you live on a farm? I'm Lonnie Beale by the way".

Clint stops and looks at him. "Ah do live on a farm. Thanks. Mah name's Clint Reno. Nice to meet ya Lonnie. Are ya a freshman? Ah'm on mah way ta English class."

Lonnie's eyes widen. "Me too! Lemme see your schedule, Clint." Clint and Lonnie pass their schedules. They have English and gym together.

"You should put your hat in your locker, Clint. The teachers don't like it when we wear hats."

Clint looks at his hat. "Oh. Ah don't know where mah locker is. Can Ah jus put it in yer locker, Lonnie?"

Lonnie smiles saying, "Sure, Clint. You can pick it up after English."

Clint takes his hat and puts it on the top shelf of Lonnie's locker. They start to walk to English class together. Lonnie asks Clint a lot of questions about what he does on the farm.

"You know Clint, I've always wanted to own a cattle ranch. Something about the lifestyle of just managing cattle and the clothes just has me obsessed." Clint's smiling the whole way until they get to class.

A woman is handing out "To Kill a Mockingbird" books to students as they walk in the door. Clint sees a boy immediately opening his copy to read. He looks a little serious, but Clint still wants to make friends with as many people as possible.

"Hi. Mah name's Clint Reno. What's yer name?", he says smiling.

The boy looks up with a neutral face and only says "Glenn Tyler" before going back to his book.

Clint respects this and sits down at a desk next to Lonnie. Another boy shows up just before the bell rings. He sits down in a desk to Clint's right.

"Hi. My name's Ted Jackson." he says quietly.

Clint waves slightly saying "Ah'm Clint Reno. Nice ta meet ya Ted."

The teacher gets a pile of papers from her desk.

"Good morning class. I'm your English teacher, Ms. St. Clair. This will be the syllabus for the year. Be sure to write down the due dates to all assignments in your planner. As you can see, I do not give out extensions outside of once in a life time circumstances." she says as she passes out the syllabus to everyone.

The class reads through the syllabus and there's about 15 minutes left.

"Spend the last 15 minutes getting to know your classmates. Ask them what their favorite book or genre is. We will compile a list and try to establish common themes." Ms. St. Clair says as the students look around the room.

Ted looks at Glenn reading "To Kill a Mockingbird" again. He goes up to him and asks "Hey, I'm Ted. My favorite book's "A Tale of Two Cities". I just love adventure novels. What's your favorite book?"

Glenn looks up and kind of smiles saying, "I just finished reading "The Hobbit" which is an absolute classic. I've been trying to get into classic literature."

Clint looks around the room and sees everyone talking. He starts to smile as he realizes that he's going to make so many friends this year.

"This year's gonna be great. Yeah. It's gonna be alright" Clint thinks to himself as the bell rings, ending his first class.

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[gojonanami]

I took Arthurian lit in college and I enjoyed it so much!!

Did you actually? That's so cool! That actually sounds like a lot of fun!

I really miss studying literature... I really wanted to study English lit for a long time, but then I ended up changing my mind and going for philosophy, and even though I love it, I miss breaking down texts and reading fiction...

Honestly, when I first saw this... the following combination came to mind:

King Arthur – Satoru (because of the idea of being a king being almost like being given the title of 'the strongest' & being most powerful)

Lancelot – Suguru (because of the idea of devotion, service, duty, care & his personality comes a little more subdued? Like I read the Steinbeck version, and his Lancelot resonated with me, and I can kind of see Suguru in that role? Like there was a speech there, I remember, of Lancelot talking about he cannot take on a wife as he doesn't want to leave her husbandless as that would be unfair to her? He is chained by his duty, and he would be thinking of war in bed and of bed in war, and he doesn't want to be half a human, and the code of knights just ensnares him and requires his full devotion to servitude... To me, that speech was just so resigned? Like so full of acceptance I found it heartbreaking... And I guess that kind of resonates with Suguru, too, in that he devotes himself to his ideals – he may know that he may never reach his goals, but he will continue to persevere? I read it a while back, and I didn't study English lit at university so my interpretations may be off, but that's what I remember...)

Guinevere – Reader (because of her connection to both Arthur & Lancelot mainly tbh)

Tbh it's been a very long time since I've thought about this! (And, I'm ashamed to say this, a long time since I've read a fiction book, so seeing this ask was fun!)

I remember I had this teacher in sixth form who, instead of teaching us set texts relevant for the exam, in the first term taught us nothing related to the course, and instead decided to teach us a chronology of English literature through poetry, as well as some of his favourite books. I remember reading about 'Sir Gawain and the Green Knight' and that's kind of how I found myself reading a little more, and then coming across Steinbeck's 'The Acts of King Arthur and His Noble Knights'. I kind of read it in part because not many people applying for English, or so I've been told, focus on older stuff, but then I found myself genuinely getting into it. I never ended up applying that knowledge, though, as I ended up going for a different subject in the end!

These are just my thoughts... I'd be curious to hear what you think!!

(Also, Sab, I may not be the best person at talking about feelings as I'm emotionally a little obtuse, but I sincerely hope you're holding up okay. I never experienced such profound loss in my life, I will admit, so I can never know what it's like to experience it, but just know that I will be thinking of you and wishing you, sincerely, all the very best.)

I did! I was an English lit major and I loved it so much - I loved my English dept — almost every professor was so nice. philosophy is such a good choice though!! I wish I took philosophy classes when I was in college - I had turned my nose up at it because I thought it was pretentious haha (but I realized how cool it was when I watched the good place!!)

the way our minds went in the same direction and I really want to write like a mini series about this — maybe 2-3 parts just chronicling this

I completely agree with your choices — it’s been a hot minute since I read any Arthurian lit so I’ll have to brush up but I love this concept and I love writing period pieces even though it takes extra effort :)

(I appreciate your well wishes so much — it’s so sweet and I love you for it. I cannot express in words what it means. I’m doing as well as I can. There’s some days I’m okay and others where I’m very much not — and there’s some that are a mix of both! but I’m trying to be kind to myself. And it always helps when you all are nothing but kind to me. So truly thank you 🥹💕)