#like if people weren't trying to process their dislike of the finale then half this fandom's new content wouldn't exist
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I know my last experience with a season ending on a note everyone hated and unanimously tore to fucking shreds for destroying the story on every level was... atypical. Lockdown. 6 month mass hysteria at minimum. Conspiracy theories that were, like, real things we had on camera. There was a Twitter wedding. Creative fervor that broke 100k fics on AO3.
Like. I know this is not a rational point of comparison and I'm not going to expect anything in my lifetime to match it 🤣
But.
If that was the highest high of post-season fandom engagement built on a cocktail of tasting everything you ever wanted AND the absolutely lethal levels of spite and swearing to eat showrunners' hearts in the marketplace, then whatever the fuck is going on after OFMD S2 is the opposite of that.
OFMD S1 was a huge fandom explosion. One silly little streaming show that had a gay kiss and then it skyrocketed. Fic numbers were soaring, high activity fic and meta engagement lasted for at least four months, it was constantly trending and flooding the dash... Like, fucking hell, over a year and a half after the immediate finale fervor it beat Stucky in the top ships bracket?!? To the point I was willing to give it what felt like due credit toward its potential as a future juggernaut ship. Not guaranteed, of course, but the potential was there.
In that context, new content should be a blow out party. Which it kinda was pulling off as it was airing, but looking back now? Not even quite a month later?
The effect of S2 on the fandom is like... a blip. Possibly over already.
New fic numbers started dropping off the moment the finale aired and have returned to deep hiatus levels. It's dropped off trending and streaming leaderboards... I'm very curious to see the first tumblr Week in Review since the finale, though we're still waiting due to the holiday.
Like, I've even popped on to scroll a few Izzy hater blogs that I know loved the finale out of morbid curiosity what they were up to, and I'm telling you... if I hadn't just watched the new season I'd think they were still over a year into hiatus. Saw some standard bitching about the izcourse / Edward takes (aka the one thing that kept them going all hiatus), they're currently passing around posts mocking one specific long OFMD version of TJLC I'm just hearing of, the same BTS gifsets everyone else is thrilled by... But barely any new meta or discussions. There's like 2 people posting actual analysis of S2 that's getting reblogged and they aren't even names I recognize from the hiatus. Nor is it particularly interesting to read. 🤷♀️
In July of 2022 I could pop onto a random OFMD blog and scroll through a dozen enthusiastic Stede or BlackBonnet metas about jacket colors or that moth from 1x07 or lighthouse symbolism or whatever. Now the new stuff has the same energy as posts from June 2023. It's borderline dead. And this is what it's like when there's an active campaign to engage fandom and Renew as a Crew?
(I will say fanartists are bringing some energy and there's some lovely pieces being passed around, which I do think the Renew as a Crew campaign is helping to boost?)
Even the hundreds of people saying it was a beautiful season and they loved it so much don't seem to be finding it a very engaging or inspiring season.
It's such a turn, like, what the fuck.
#our flag means death#ofmd s2#ofmd critical#fandom culture#i was counting on this season to still having me engaged in analysis come *january* and THAT'S not going to pan out obviously#but what the fuck#i'm turning over stones like 'surely the excited fandom is hiding here' and then it's 3 bugs with an anti-izzy pamphlet#like if people weren't trying to process their dislike of the finale then half this fandom's new content wouldn't exist#and that's not promising for the long run 👀👀👀#ladyluscinia
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(i wish you weren't) not too tired to please; pov lily
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lily was more attentive than people thought.
she noticed how alex would gain a competitive grin when someone brought out a chessboard, how bertrand would occasionally swear in french, and sadly how alice would sometimes flinch at certain words, then quickly act as if nothing happened.
she also was also good at reading people’s emotions from their eyes alone.
alex was always filled with motivated fire in his eyes, bertrand often had a tired yet content look with his half-lidded eyes, and alice was always alert.
setra was always tired.
her eyes were always energetic, but there was an underlying tiredness hidden so well lily fell for the happiness nearly every time.
at first, she couldn’t understand why setra was tired. she really seemed like a perfect housewife; up at five, breakfast at six, house clean and shining by noon and lunch a delicious feast.
all of their rooms and anything related to them had meticulous detail, such as the more modern technology in lily’s, alex’s more forest-y wallpaper, so on and so forth.
during breakfast, their preferences were met with great attention, not a single thing out of place. alex had sweeter foods, waffles or pancakes and some hot chocolate with just a tinge of caffeine in it. azine had cup noodles every morning, despite setra’s obvious dislike for ‘that processed slop they call food.’ sethine had his fried egg and rice, even when setra really didn’t know where to get rice- and lily always had her turkish delight.
always, always, always, her mind repeated, always perfect. everything given to her was perfect. as if setra knew everything and anything about her. as if she twisted and turned to do anything for them. oh well, she thought, she might just be nice.
no. no she wasn’t.
one day, when lily had fallen sick, setra busied with her all day – chicken soup at her bedside, meds on the desk, crushed and mixed with water, room sparkling with how cleaned it had been, bed scented like flowers and blankets so soft it was like lily was on a cloud.
comparing it to when the others were sick or injured, they were treated much the same – and setra was the only exception.
despite how much she cared for the others like a mother hen, whenever it was her turn to be sick, no one really did the same. they tried, but setra insisted that she was fine, and on the surface, it really looked like she was.
but one must pay attention to details.
when sick, she was often more.. drunk, somewhat. lily can’t describe it any other way. setra was a little delirious when sick, losing the accent and talking in a southern drawl and sometimes even talking in french- bertrand refused to translate, however, saying some of the things she said were a little.. wrong.
back on track, however, after a little questioning, lily finally got her answer.
from what little she could understand, setra really was always tired. but the reason for her unfailing attention to detail was her determination to please.
apparently, she had an ‘obligation’ to, or else they would ‘go away.’
lily didn’t like what picture that painted.
so the next time setra was unable to do all of her normal tasks, lily decided she’d try and do the same.
she deserved it, anyway. maybe this way, her eyes would show some real happiness.
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can you guys tell i don't know how tumblr works yet i don't know how to put italics and bold 😔😔😔
also as someone who wants to be a psychologist i pray my writing of trauma (when i do actually write more traumatic stuff like literal murder and su!c!d3) will be good 😭😭
oh i'm not telling who's unaliving themselves btw but i have a very long description in my head of how
#writeblr#writing#my writing#writers on tumblr#short story#story#my ocs <3#my ocs#ocs#oc stuff#also other people's ocs#i am allowed to use them dw i'm the show's screenwriter i literally write these for everyone else#i wrote this with francis forever playing and when it got to around halfway nobody started playing and then i looped it wooo#should i post my art of my ocs??? so you guys know what they look like???? hmm perhaps#i did post art of them but that was bad art i have like full doodle pages of only one character#setrawrites#FORGOT TO MENTION BUT THIS IS THE FIRST ONESHOT I EVER WROTE HAHAHA#also also also also in case i forget to mention setra is from new orleans grgrggrgrggrgrrr thats why she can french
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Martial Master Asumi ch.31 thoughts
[It's Better to Burn Out Than to Fade Away]
(Contents: cancelation woes)
So I'm in a bit of a pickle here. Everything about this chapter says "beginning of a new arc." Asumi has shown tremendous growth from the start of the series and is finally being recognized as a viable threat to Kazuro, who is his end goal, and is ostensibly going to be in a tournament that will help pave the way to fighting him. Had I written my review literally a day earlier, I would have been talking about how good of a sign this is for the series' continuation
And yet! It got canceled anyway!!!
So instead of being able to look forward to what this chapter is clearly setting up, I have to look at the extremely depressing implications of Kuronuma's retirement being one of the final notes of the series!
"I performed beyond my limit and still fell short." If the series was still going, I'd say that was just a character reflecting reality, but knowing that the series is just about over, I can't help but hear that as the author's words!
I'm so scared that Kawada is planning to retire and using this as a way to process what that means for him. I love Kawada's writing and art so much, I'd hate for it to just vanish! Especially since this was clearly connecting back to Hinomaru Zumou, I can't imagine that he'd try to pull that off a second time after this one fell through so hard...characters that I knew and loved are losing their chance to come back, while characters that I was getting to know and coming to love are losing their chance to leave their mark
I know the latter is true of any canceled manga, but it hurts so much more in a situation like this. I knew what to expect of this one, it was basically a sequel to Hinomaru. I knew what kinds of fights we'd see, I knew what kinds of character developments we'd get, and that was comforting
But maybe that was the problem? Maybe it felt too familiar to people, like they'd seen it all before, and maybe not enough of them were fans the first time. Or maybe it's the reverse, and seeing a pseudo-sequel made new fans feel like they weren't in on the ground floor, like they had homework they needed to do first before they could really enjoy it. I don't know, but nothing else about it felt like enough of a weakness to point to as the root cause
It wasn't even as slow of a burn as Hinomaru Zumou was, we reached the professional setting in like half a year whereas Hinomaru was still losing fights that far in! Maybe they felt like it was too fast, I don't know...
It's disheartening that two of my favorites got canceled at once, and both of them were basically nostalgia properties for me. It's almost as if I'm watching Medaka Box and Hinomaru Zumou get canceled
It's weird to think about, but it's not even like they were disliked, they just weren't liked enough, and that's...almost worse? Like I've seen people call for series to get canceled before, but even with the number of people that I've seen dismiss Cipher Academy and Asumi, it never seemed like there was a strong pull for their cancelations. They're not dying from animosity, they're dying from apathy, and I feel like that makes their conclusions all the more tragic. I would have hated to see them get besmirched, but at least then I'd understand. No one's going to buy manga they hate, but someone must have bought these because they loved them, right? Those people, like me, are going to lose something that brought them joy and not even understand why
I suppose on the other hand of that line of thought, I can at least take solace in knowing that there will be people who look back on them fondly. Fans making canceled manga tier lists or what have you presumably won't consider them as low as certain other titles, and may even view them as hidden gems that just didn't get the chance to be polished. At this point, that's the best I can hope for, that they'll be remembered more kindly than they were necessarily treated during their runs
Like with Cipher Academy, I'm going to cut it off here on a mostly positive note before I make myself upset. Hopefully I'm just reading too deep into it and we'll get to see Kawada again someday soon, or he'll move onto a different magazine that's willing to pick up the story. Not to get my hopes up, but crazier things have happened
Having said all this, I wonder what I'm even going to get to say about it next week...
Until next time
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Apocalypse
Bucky Barnes x f!Reader
Rundown: Who would have thought zombies will exist in this time of year.
Word count: 4.3k
Warnings: Fluff, Angst
MASTERLIST
It was quiet. Only a few sounds are being heard, even ants crawling can be heard through the silence. Every single day passed like this. This wouldn't have happened if it weren't for that damned solution and the reason it was made.
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People of today wanted to have amnesia because, for them, it's some sort of a breakthrough from the painful things they are dealing with.
Getting hit by a car, hitting your head on the floor, drinking? Possibly, though it's temporary, and all of these examples have a half percent of survival. You just want to forget your life, but when death spots his interest in you, life will be its price.
Dealing with a kind of pain that half of the humans deal with every single day—since it was new to you, you can't handle it.
So you decided to make a solution designed to make a person forget.
People suffer from broken hearts, and it can also help people who suffer trauma, health problems but for you, mainly for your shattered heart.
You don't want to feel the idea of being left, it prodded your mind every single day. You're a damn scientist so you made the possibility of having a memory wiped out without experiencing pain, absolutely rejecting the idea of the process of how it was made to a certain super-soldier.
You were very persistent in making the solution. Working day and night in your lab, perfecting the elements meticulously.
Not long after the solution was put in clinical trials and to be tested on an actual living organism.
When it was injected into the volunteer, your entire team was hands full as you monitored the changes in her mental and physical movements.
It took three days for the solution to do its job. The volunteer is claimed to be free of memories.
This procedure was given consent by the volunteer and her family was aware and approved it, they are the ones expected to take care of this young heart as the final observations take place and can be released to recover in their home.
After the success of the first volunteer, nine more signed in to be experimented on.
"Y/N, sweetheart, you do know that the heart never forgets, and even if you forget its history is still there. You may not remember it but someone will. It will never be erased."
You take in his words, agreeing, not meeting his gaze focused on the notes you are writing.
"And how do you know this girl you experimented with it on will not remember her memories later on? It will take years for this to be perfect."
Your brows shot up, eyes met his, "Dad, are you convincing me not to do this to myself?"
Tony sighs, lost of words he chews his lower lip and averted his stare.
You can't help but release a small laugh. "I'll be fine, if this fails then that's it." you gave him a smile, "I'll stop and try to cope with my emotions but for now, let me do this. There are people who are expecting this idea to exist, I'm doing them and myself a favor. I promise if this does not work out the way we planned, I'll stop. Now, you told me you have a mission why are you still here?"
Your name was on the headlines, a young blood synthesized a solution that shook the entire medical industry.
There were different reactions to your discovery and clearly not everyone is pleased with this idea. However you don't care, you purposefully made it for yourself not them, they can eat shit.
As soon as The Avengers heard the news, you were congratulated by them sending messages. You actually appreciated it, anxious if they dislike the idea. You received messages from them except Bucky.
Had he seen it? You thought. Probably he did, stupid. Why would he message me?
With this accomplishment, as soon as Tony got back from their mission he threw a party for you at the Avengers Tower.
Your entire team of scientists was present, the party goes on.
"You look gorgeous." your head turned, taking in the presence of the newcomer.
Your heart beats faster as he walked towards you, cheeks suddenly becoming warm. "Thank you, you don't look bad yourself."
He looks good as always.
Averting your attention to the scenery, you admire the lights below you. Ignoring the heartache you are feeling. Silence fell between the two of you, so you decided to break it.
"Why are you out here? The party is inside," you glanced over your shoulder through the glass, there are still people.
His eyes following where your gaze was, "I could ask you the same thing." his eyes softly meeting your gaze but held sadness. "I wanted to congratulate you in person."
"Oh, thank you." Just that, a simple thank you. What will she say oh, thank you I made it because of you.
"Did you ever consider using it?"
Your brow raised "to myself?"
He nodded.
You sighed "I don't know, I'm honestly thinking about it."
Silence.
"I'm sorry, I really am."
"I love you, still."
You both said at the same time.
"Y/N..." Bucky sighs.
"Take me back... I know you still love me..."
"Doll, darling, we talked about this... I don't wanna hurt you."
"Please?"
He didn't say anything but reached for her wrist and brings her to his arms, embraced her, hand rubbing her back up and down while her arms wrapped around him.
"I just want you to be okay, you deserve better."
"But you are better..." She murmured.
"I wish... But it's for your safety." You felt him kiss your hair. For the third time silence envelopes the two of you.
--
Not until you were contacted by your colleague to go to the lab, five days later of sulking. ASAP.
You were met with a "We have a problem." as soon as you got in the establishment.
Three families had contacted the team because, in their own words, their children were acting strange.
You immediately went to work.
It turns out after this is injected into a person, for a few days their memory will start to blurry as they go through the process of forgetting their memory, it doesn't stop there because it damages the brain as the solution makes the brain swell. The injected person won't be able to intake knowledge as they'll continue to forget even the simplest things.
The solution moves through the bloodstream so it affects the blood as well as where it travels.
And they had brought the three volunteers eight days ago.
"Bring the other forty-seven volunteers in. Now."
Their families are angry, alright.
Fifty glass-enclosed rooms surround an empty center where you stood. Looking at your work.
White-eyes, veiny neck, mouth agape, and pale skin.
What have I done?
The team is working on series of tests and a possible cure for this catastrophe that you made.
Guilt washes over you as you scan each faces that you had ruined. Blank faces stare at you.
Feeling tired, you retreat back to your room.
Where did I go wrong...
Does this mean zombies will now exist?
Are they all contained?
Miss Stark is still MIA
It only meant one thing, the chemist, Y/N Stark brought this havoc to--
You looked over your shoulder, "Why did you turn it off? What they're telling is true."
"No. You didn't sweetheart. it's just a flaw in your solution. We can fix this."
"Papa, don't sugar coat it. I'm still the one who did it...it was my stupid idea." You grip the ends of your blanket hoping the warmness it brings can soothe your frustrated mind. "What are you doing here anyway?
"It has been a month, you had been busy"
You met his eyes giving him a dumbfounded look, obviously.
"Don't you miss your old man?"
"How's Pepper?"
"Ouch--she's worried. Things had been piling upon you, you had no one beside you. We are worried. Barnes is also worried-- we all are."
"Why isn't he here?"
"Oh yeah, why isn't he here? actually beat me on my way here."
"He is?"
"Yeah, he visits reg started a month ago. I am guilty he had been spending time with you while I-"
He was here.
It made your heart beat faster.
He saw the emotion on your face, realization hit him
"Oh--shit. I thought you were back together. Didn't think to ask him."
"I miss him dad... and don't pout I missed you too. I appreciate you're here. Thank you, papa. I love you.
"My sweet girl. I love you too. Everything will be all right." He kissed your forehead. "We'll fix this mess."
--
"You were right. I was planning on taking the solution." You see his reflection on the glass as he approached you.
He settled beside you, hands tucked inside his pants. Eyes roaming the room of people who had taken the damned solution.
"I made this. I'm sorry, Bucky..." tears made their way down your face. "I'm sorry."
Bucky wants to hold you and tell you it's okay. Against it but want to break his resolve. He doesn't want to see you cry. "Come here," he opened his arms allowing you to fit where you belong.
You nuzzled your face to his neck. Embracing him tightly, embracing the warmth he gives. You missed this. He then kissed your hair smelling the fragrance is missing every single day.
"Will you take me back..." you whispered.
Bucky sighs, "Y/N..."
"No .. don't say it don't reject me.. Can't take it anymore... I love you so much, I can't." You looked up to see his face, mouth slightly open, steel blue eyes meeting yours. "I love you."
That is when you pressed your lips against his, you felt his body tensed but reciprocated the kiss.
Emotions were coursing through as your lips molded in a dance only the two of you knew.
God, you missed him so much. Missed everything about him.
Does he feel the same thing to me?
Bucky suddenly pulled himself back. You were in a daze but when you opened your eyes guilt was shown on his face.
Your heart dropped. You had crossed boundaries, just like before.
You took a step back and wiped your face. Dread coursed over you.
Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. He had gotten over you.
"I'm sorry." Turned yourself and vanished through one of the laboratory's hallways, not giving him a chance to talk.
--
As the days go by, you continued to work.
With this sudden news about your product, people are cautious, criticizing and openly saying their own opinion.
The spokesman of your team answered them that you are already taking care of it and the antidote is on the way.
It was until the first time an antidote was tested on the victim.
Patient #1 is calm sitting on its cot as you injected the liquid into its arm. In this distance, you can see its face is starting to pale and its eyes are clouding. You can also smell faint rotten flesh.
You did this.
Observing the patient as you stood, syringe in hand. When there were no changes, you step out of the glass encasing.
"Y/N watch out!"
Two of your colleagues rushed to the glass containment and went to close its door. The patient inside had its hand a few distances from you as trying to reach, but you were pushed out of the way and your colleague was the one it had gripped.
You and the others in the room act fast as you try to get her not hurting the both of them.
One screamed in pain when patient one impaled its teeth on her clothed wrist.
Your reaction was fast as your fist met its face making it stumble back on its feet.
"Close it now-"
A scream erupted behind you, red splashed in front of your face.
You caught your colleague's limp body, attention at your first patient as it brings it to its mouth eating what you reckon the heart of your friend as though it was very hungry.
Hell is about to break loose.
--
You are mourning but you don't have time to lose.
The media has gotten information on what occurred two days prior despite the fact of strictly ordering that what happened stays inside.
These people.
You closed yourself from others because of guilt and the stress to make these occurrences controlled but that doesn't seem to happen.
These are just glass, do they have strength like those in the movies?
I hope not. But we should enhance these glasses as soon as possible.
Soon should be at the moment and not the next two days.
"Y/N, I think you need to contain me too... I was bitten and in the movies... We cannot take any chances."
So there she is smiling sadly at you behind the glass wall.
"It's going to be okay."
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"I lost my daughter!"
"We are well aware of that, Stark. You lost a loved one. But aren't we all?" bitterness laced the senator's voice. "So the only thing you can do is to finish what she started."
"This is not her fault."
"Don't justify her actions! She started this! If she took her break-up like a mature woman this wouldn't have happened!"
"Don't bring Barnes or my daughter into this, Johnson."
"Oh yeah? We all know if it weren't because of the Winter Soldier--"
"Senator," Captain's voice came from the doorway, "I think that is enough, this will not help anything. Now we have to look past our differences and handle this chaos like grown men. Your blame will not be of any help, if you want to act childish then just keep it to yourself and get out of our sight, with all due respect."
Clearly embarrassed, the senator walked out.
Steve crossed his distance towards Tony.
"I still can't believe I lost her. It has been three months now." He massaged his temple, tears threatening to fall on his face. "My baby..."
"Tony, we miss her too," particularly by a certain steel blue-eyed brunet.
Your father sighed, keeping the tears at bay. "I know you're not here just to scold that square pants, what is it?"
Steve lightly smiled at the term he named the senator, he knows that reference. "We are opening the dome. Our communicators had detected a frequency from the inside, survivors." He eyed Tony, "it's time to suit up."
As of today, the antidote is not yet found, if it even has a chance to be produced.
--
You jolted awake, not aware that you fell asleep in the first place. The memory was so vivid you forgot that you are living far beyond that timeline.
Torturous five months had passed since the virus spread all over New York.
Turns out you weren't that careful enough as a patient managed to break its glass confinement and the huge glass that kept them from reaching all of you. They had gotten out of the facility slaughtering people that they get a sight on.
Guns don't work on them neither are knives. Decapitating their heads is the only way to make them stop, you found that out the hard way.
It didn't help when suddenly the majority of the population had turned into one of them in only a span of 24 hours which caused panic all over the world.
A dome-like structure was reinforced covering a huge area of space, making all of the place dark. It prevents these so-called zombies from roaming out of the map and infecting people, it also prevents people from escaping this hell hole unless rescue opens it from the outside.
People were relocated to a safe place behind the walls of the dome before the outbreak became even worse than what is happening.
You were left in your quiet laboratory, locked all of the ins and outs of the place, and stayed inside as the fight goes on outside.
No one came, not even your dad to look for you. Probably assuming for the worst. Leaving you alone.
It gives you time to work on your new solution to counteract your previous one.
You had been selfish for once but the people around you suffered the consequence.
It had crossed your mind, ending your life, but one small part of your conscience where lies the guilt says you can still fix this mess--this apocalypse you created.
Even if you didn't, you felt you had taken innocent lives because of your selfish reasons that you kept justifying that it'll help humankind which only does the opposite.
You just hope your family is not one of them, you're hoping that much.
You had once heard a movement in your lab but you kept yourself hidden in a secret compartment inside the floor. Afraid that you might get turned or eaten. You have to make a cure at least before you might turn into the worst-case scenario.
--
It feels calming to see the sky sprinkle water to the lands which you can't figure out how, the fact that the place is surrounded by a giant dome preventing even the light from the sun from coming in, but the rain does. Not minding it, you went out the rooftop and enjoyed the calmness the droplets of water bring.
Gives you time to think about things, it's not as if you don't have all the time in the world.
Not until you are sneezing all over the place. You pouted, you just wanted to have fun for a bit, tightening the grip of the blanket over you.
You only needed a zombie that you can experiment with it onto.
When the door behind you opened. A figure welcomed itself on your facility, crawling.
You forgot to lock the damned door.
Stepping backward opting to go on your hiding spot, you fell on your bum, biting your lip to stifle your whimper from the pain.
Praying for your life, you watched as the zombie crawled its way to you.
Tears were starting to trail down your face as your life flashes in front of you.
James. Bucky, you missed him.
You regret everything, you want to make up to the people you affected because of that damned drug you made.
You want to live.
But that seemed to be impossible as the zombie's figure neared you.
Your breathing, stopped eyes widened as it crawled past you.
It passed you.
Your head whipped to where it just went.
It was just crawling straight ahead, searching for something that ain't you.
How is this possible...
You watched it as you figured what will it do next.
But you can't help it, snot is about to run down your nose, so you sniffed--in a bad time.
Its head turned to you in a blink of an eye, startling you. Eyes empty, face has streaks of blood.
Oh, shit.
It heard a noise, but did nothing, head facing forward, and continued trudging the floor to nowhere.
How did that happen? It was not common for them to ignore human flesh.
You looked at the door where it came in. One theory in mind.
Is it because I'm sick?
--
You continued formulating this new solution, now with a test subject.
You had proven that these zombies will not harm you if you are sick thinking that you are already dead for they only consume the healthy ones.
In addition to your discovery, they can also be healed from the inside and the rest will follow.
This is the progress your companion is giving you for the past few days. You can see the changes, although still quiet, her skin is starting to have its lost flesh. Along with her progress are her eyes, which before was clouded with a white hue now you're staring at her obvious amber eyes.
It's going to be okay
--
After a year this was your first attempt at going out of your safe fort. This is the moment you had chosen to finally cross the hordes of zombies towards the walls of the dome and get help.
An eerie breeze met your exposed skin. On your arms, you are supporting Girly's weight as the both of you walk in short steps.
You had named her Girly, just because you didn't know her name.
Your surrounding is quiet but not empty. You were certain behind the corners of buildings zombies are roaming.
You figured this will be a long walk so as soon as you saw a car, you made your way there. Hot wiring it, you maneuvered the vehicle to the fastest route towards the border.
With the engine of the car making noise, it attracts your unwanted creation.
It took a day to reach your destination, but before you made it there the car stalled.
"Fuck!" you assumed that you are already out of gas, you looked at Girly who still looks pale and weak but awake, "You okay?" you asked casually as if she's going to answer but to your surprise, she nods which made you smile and pat her head.
No choice, you assist her with her weight once again and walked through. As you scan the walls of the dome it made you nervous when you see that there aren't any visible doors to walk in and it's opaque which made it hard to see the other side.
A growl made you look over your shoulder. There were zombies behind your back, they seemed alert but you hope they aren't hungry. You are sure you had drawn them because of the car.
They are trailing behind you. It made you double your steps. You had virus all over both of you from the sample of yours months back, but you can't take any chances because they are plenty of them. You are determined to survive along with your survivor.
You turned your back to the wall and scanned the crowd. It made you think you might not survive this. You are afraid. Very. That is when they are already nearing you, you stumbled back.
Strong arms caught your fall and quickly drags the both of you in behind the walls of the dome that was closed earlier. Just before the zombies lunged at the open space, in a blink of an eye the entrance was nowhere to be seen as the walls were formed by a glitch.
It made you catch your breath but when a familiar scent caught your nose you looked up to your savior.
His eyes widened, didn't give you time to speak as his arms wrapped tight around you. His face is buried in your hair, you can feel wetness in them. He is crying which made you cry and hold him even tighter.
"Bucky..."
"Oh, Y/N..." You felt him kiss your forehead. When you open your eyes tears were trailing down his handsome face.
The noise that surrounds you drowned as you are encased by your own bubble.
You brought your hand in his face, tracing his jaw. You never thought you"ll see him again. His steel-blue eyes that brings you calmness.
He kissed your hair, hand behind your head bringing you to lean your head to his head kissing it again, his litany becoming clear to you. "I'm sorry." When he suddenly kneeled in front of you hugging you on your waist. "Forgive me, my love," he said in between his sobs. "I thought I lost you for good."
Tears still making their way down your face, you kneeled beside him and you hugged him.
Calloused hand on your cheeks made you face him, he kissed your forehead trailing down to the bridge of your nose and finally your lips.
You forgot the worries you had moments ago, you didn't care if he pushed you away a year ago, you just wanted him. Your first lover, your heartbreaker, your fiance, almost-husband.
You missed this kind of moment, you missed him.
You sighed when you break the kiss. Bucky brought your hand to his lips, leaving a kiss.
"Forgive me. I was an idiot I never thought leaving you will cause this much... It was my fault darling. Forgive me... I kept you away from me to keep you safe because of these tendencies that I might lose control but I'm free now my love." his eyes meet yours "I'm sorry for rejecting you. I really am. I love you. I'm torn when I pushed you away, I'm afraid I'll hurt you, I can't function a whole day without you even if you're just streets away. But when I thought you left me already, I wasn't able to tell you I love you with all of me. I was gone. I can't think that you're dead. Please tell me you're real. Because I can't."
Bucky's hold on your hand tightened as you are the anchor to this world.
"Honey, 'm real," you whispered, answering his hold on your hand with a squeeze. "I'm at fault here Bucky. It was my despair that made me thinking of forgetting you and it made me sick to think of it every time. I was against it, justifying it was for the ones who needed it, did it anyway. I killed people, Bucky. I can't..." tears continue to fall on your face.
"I don't blame you, sweet girl, I deserve it. Breaking a doll's heart, I'm the stupidest person on Earth, swore not to hurt you but I did."
"You're my stupid." In between his tears, he chuckled and kissed you again. Forehead pressing against you. "I love you."
"I love you, sweetheart." stealing a kiss from your lips once again. "It's going to be okay."
"Y/N is that you?" When you looked up, you saw your father, his nano-tech suit disappearing. Behind him were Pepper and Natasha.
You leaped out of Bucky's hold to Tony's waiting arms. "Papa!" hugging you tightly, he kissed the top of your head.
"You stubborn kid," his voice wavering, "I thought you were dead. Don't do it again. You're grounded." hugging you tightly.
You smiled through your tears, your hand reached behind Tony to Pepper which she reached, squeezing it, smiling at you from tears.
When you turned to Natasha, she's gently smiling at you, "You owe me a breakfast. Cook me back to health." you nodded at her with that thought you remember Girly. You break your hug with your father.
Girly is already in Steve's arms, assisting her along with the medics.
"Dad," bringing his attention to you, "I can reverse this."
Bucky was now beside you, interested.
"Girly over there, she became one of those you are keeping behind these walls. I had synthesized another solution, and she became my patient, been nursing her back to health for six months. That is her now." Nodding to where Girly was.
A cold hand slipped into yours, intertwining. When you looked at it, it was Bucky's vibranium hand. You looked up at him, meeting his eyes already staring at you with adoration. "Let's give it a shot."
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More Than Words (Ch. 6)
The journey back to Skyhold had fortunately been event free which Cullen was especially thankful for since his armor was damaged. He had even gone straight to Dagna to ask her to repair his armor before he even asked for any reports of what happened while he had been gone. More paperwork was piled haphazardly on his desk and the sight itself started a headache at the base of his skull.
That had been what he focused on for the next couple of days, the first simply sorting them all out in the hopes that he could send them off to Rylen or Cassandra to be done but it was only a meager amount to his misfortune. But further investigation had him throwing at least half of them into the fire whether they weren't necessary to respond to or because they were a waste of his time.
Like some silly love note a visiting noble must have slipped onto his desk.
No thank you.
Dorian found humor in it though. The mage was a more frequent visitor to Cullen's tower, so much so that he procured a chaise from somewhere and positioned it behind the commander's desk but near the fireplace. If Dorian needed a break or simply didn't have anything he needed to research, he spent a lot of his time reading in Cullen's office. It was a balm to his nerves anyway. A part of him always worried about the man when he wasn't in sight because of the collective dislike of the Tevinter mage, but it had seemed to abate little by little once the people began to realize that Dorian wasn't the enemy and truly wanted to help their cause.
He also liked to pester Cullen when he felt that he had been working too long. Like now. Dorian was slowly growing persistent in poking and prodding at whatever part of Cullen he could reach, which happened to be his thigh.
He only grunted irritably for the first hour before he finally gave in and dropped the papers in his hands. "Would you like to get some lunch?" Cullen sighs.
Dorian closes his book with a snap and a victorious smile before placing it on the chaise to read later. Then Cullen was being led by his tunic out the western door and toward the tavern. It was a little embarrassing, but any soldiers nearby that happened to glance their way didn't seem to bat an eye. Perhaps it happened more often than he realized.
"Dragging me around is really unnecessary," Cullen huffs and straightens when the mage finally releases him. "I also could have sent a runner to fetch us some lunch."
Dorian turned on his heel to level an unimpressed look at the commander before grabbing his hand.
Just because you went on one of our little excursions doesn't mean you can hole yourself up in your office for days on end. It'll do you some good to get out once or twice a day and let your mind rest.
The mage pulls his hand away with a knowing glance and Cullen rubs the back of his neck with a sigh. Dorian probably had a good point. Being constantly hunched over wasn't helping with the symptoms of his lyrium withdrawal, and a brief walk at the very least could help.
"How could I hole myself up when you're around to poke and prod at me?" Cullen huffs humorously, opening the door to the tavern when they arrive. Dorian steps in first and walks down the stairs with Cullen close behind and they find an empty table to sit at. "I've been meaning to ask, and I apologize if this is…uncouth…but have you tried to find a way to reverse the damage?"
Dorian raises an eyebrow until Cullen motions to his throat and he reaches out to take his hand.
I've tried a couple of things, but Vivienne thinks she might have an elixir she can make that will help. She's in the process of making it and it should be done by this evening. Dorian glanced up at Cullen and smirks. Do you miss the sound of my voice Commander?
Cullen couldn't fight down his blush. "I'll admit…it has felt unnatural for you to be so quiet. I know you want to go back home to Tevinter and try to make changes but I fear you won't be able to if you can't speak your mind."
Dorian only gave him a fond smiles and sat back just as the barmaid came by with a couple tankards of ale and the food they were serving for the day. Cullen sent her off with a smile and some coin before digging into his meal with gusto. He always took advantage of having an appetite when he had one, courtesy of the withdrawals, but he began to notice little by little that his appetite remained more and more. Perhaps because Dorian pestered him into a somewhat regular eating schedule? When Cullen refused to eat because of a lack of appetite, the mage personally went down to the kitchens and hand picked what he thought would entice the commander to eat.
He was rather good at it too. Cullen did end up eating everything Dorian brought him, as well as the water, albeit slower than usual. But he did eat. Those instances were fewer and far between than in the beginning.
"Fancy britches got you to come down from your tower, eh?" Sera says, making herself comfortable on the bench next to Cullen…and helping herself to the bread the barmaid brought by moments before. "Been seeing more and more of you. Think it's good for you. Makes you less stuffy and less of an arse."
Cullen huffs. "Someone has to be."
"Leave it to Cassandra. Your pointy sticks do better when you're in a better mood and they actually see you." Sera cackles when Dorian snorts at the elf's description of Cullen's soldiers. "I'm surprised, you know?"
"About what?"
"That you haven't skewered the mage here–not like that." Sera says when Dorian chokes on his mouthful of stew. "Is sex all you think about? Don't answer that. I meant because even though he can't talk anymore, I'm sure he finds other ways to get your attention. Magic, right?"
Cullen ignores his own blush. "Not always," he admits.
"I thought you didn't like them. Letting him use any magic on you at all is still weird."
"...he's different." Cullen mumbles, shoving some stew soaked bread into his mouth.
It was true. Dorian was different but Cullen was exactly sure why. He was different before they kissed, and that had only confirmed the fact. He didn't know what they were to each other but he knew for a fact that they cared for each other greatly. More than friends he was willing to bet. Dorian flirted but he didn't kiss just anyone. And he especially didn't hand pick food for them. That was something others did for him. At least back in Tevinter.
"Have you crossed swords yet?"
Cullen groans and looks at her with a halfhearted glare. "Don't you have someone to prank?"
Sera cackles again and nimbly jumps to her feet. "Guess I could do something to your office again. But I won't tell you what. Takes the fun out."
As she practically skips out of the Herald's Rest, Cullen scoops up the rest of his stew and then washes it down with some ale. Sera was…a lot. He questioned her intentions when she first joined the Inquisition but eventually found that she was relatively harmless. As were her pranks. It did drive him crazy when he discovered she had been the reason his desk wobbled a few weeks ago. He was ready to tear out his hair and Dorian found the entire thing amusing.
Looking back on it now, it was what the Inquisition needed. If they were all too serious all of the time, some of them could die without enjoying what they had left of life. That's all Sera wanted to prove. The Inquisitor wholeheartedly agreed and helped her on occasion.
"If she makes something wobble again, I'm going to put my sword–" Cullen starts to grouse until Dorian chuckles and reaches over to pat his hand. "You laugh now, but I'm sure she'll do something to your clothes eventually." Dorian grimaced and Cullen smirks. "Are you satisfied that I've eaten now? I would like to get back to work."
Dorian sighed dramatically but nodded as they both stood and headed back up the stairs and towards Cullen's tower. The moment the commander opened the door though, he was surprised to see that Vivienne stood waiting by his desk.
"Ah. There you are dear. I've finished the elixir I promised you. I hope it works as intended." She says as she holds out a flask for Dorian. When he takes it, she frowns the slightest bit. "If it doesn't, I'm truly sorry. This is the only thing I believe can help you to my knowledge. But all you have to do is drink it. If it is going to work, it can within the hour or by tomorrow night."
Dorian nods gratefully and wastes no time in uncorking the flask and draining its contents as Vivienne tilts her head in acknowledgement to Cullen.
"Commander."
"Vivienne."
"Good night gentlemen." She says as she leaves the tower and when the door closes, Cullen turns to regard Dorian.
"Anything different?"
Dorian opens his mouth in an attempt to say something but nothing comes out and he shrugs. He didn't seem too worried that any results weren't instantaneous, but Cullen could only imagine that he was still frustrated. He was frustrated as well. The way Dorian spoke to him kept him on his toes, and also didn't insinuate that the commander was stupid. On the contrary, Cullen was surprisingly well-read and intelligent that Dorian had been pleasantly surprised to find out after their first initial meeting. It was what led to their frequent chess games. Their conversations could vary from embarrassing flirting on Dorian's part to questions about Ferelden history or something the mage had just read and wanted Cullen's opinion.
A break from military subjects that Cullen didn't realize he needed until then. He made it a point to schedule regular chess games with the mage, and that led to their current…relationship.
How is your shoulder? Dorian asks after grabbing Cullen's hand.
"Hmm? Oh…it's fine. Like it never happened." Cullen replies honestly, nodding when Dorian motions toward it in a silent request to check it. He had to remove his tunic so the mage could properly assess it, and he eventually heard a pleased hum from him. "Did it leave a scar?"
"No." Came a whispered reply. So quiet that Cullen wasn't even sure he heard it, but it had him turning on his heel so quickly, it made his head spin. He was met with Dorian's wide eyes.
"Did you…?"
Dorian touched his throat with the very tips of his fingers in just as much surprise and Cullen could tell that the man was afraid to test the possibility that the elixir worked in fear that they had both imagined it. The mage's throat bobbed as he swallowed, and then again as he met Cullen's eyes again.
"Cullen."
A faint whisper that felt like a scream in his ears, but in the best way. His name never sounded so sweet and he couldn't help but throw his arms around the mage and pull him to his chest with a surprised laugh. A happy one. It was then he realized how much the situation had weighed on him. Cullen felt responsible for Dorian's torture. Like if he had gotten to him sooner, none of it would have happened. A part of him knew it wasn't his fault in any way, and Dorian would agree with that part, but because he cared for the mage so much…
"Never again." Cullen nearly growls. "As long as I live, I will never let you get hurt like that again."
"The sentiment is appreciated but unnecessary," Dorian whispers slowly. The muscles in his throat were still getting used to working again. "I already told you amatus, you came and that's more than what most would have done."
"The Inquisitor would have."
"As a friend," Dorian nods. "But you…you didn't come out of duty."
Cullen clears his throat and his face heats up at the obvious insinuation in Dorian's words. Just because he knew there was a chance because Dorian returned his kiss all those weeks ago, it wasn't confirmation. There was…hope? In Dorian's eyes. Cullen truly hoped his months of reading the mage better than others wasn't failing him now.
"Tell me." Dorian requests softly.
Tell him? Cullen was awful with words and Dorian knew that. It was why he preferred to speak with actions. He could be hot-headed with words, a loose cannon, but with actions, they came from his heart. Surely Dorian knew that? Of course he did, but hearing it was still a different matter. Maybe he was just as insecure as Cullen was and wanted the confirmation too. The hope that why Cullen came for him was what he was assuming. The commander even admitted to himself that he wouldn't have done it for another. With an exception or two, but those retrievals would have been out of duty. Because it was his job.
Dorian was not on the list of duty. He was on Leliana's and the Inquisitor's. A member of the Inquisition worth the resources to find and rescue.
But Cullen did it of his own accord. Without a second thought or worry about his duties. Dorian was more important at the time. His heart screamed in terror when the Inquisitor's party came back and told them the news. All he could think about was that Dorian was unaccounted for and unsafe, and it spurred him into action. He was blind to everything else.
"I love you."
If everything he did and felt wasn't love, then he didn't know what love was. But the look of pure relief and joy that crossed Dorian's face quelled any more niggling thoughts. Any doubts that Dorian didn't actually feel the same.
"At the risk of sounding nauseatingly maudlin and saccharine, when you came…I was so relieved that my pain was the last thing on my mind." Dorian admits and tightens his arms around Cullen. "Thank you."
Cullen said nothing. Only tightening his own hold on the mage and inhaling the scent of roses and cloves. He noticed before that Dorian liked to switch between roses and cinnamon but he was sure that the mage would say something along the lines of how boring it would be to smell of one thing all of the time. As long as he was alive, Cullen might not have cared if Dorian smelled like nug shit…the mage on the other hand would want a bath no matter his condition.
"...tell me." Cullen says, mimicking Dorian's earlier request.
"I already have." The mage whispers in response, pulling back to cup Cullen's face and kiss him.
For once, Cullen's doors didn't fly open to interrupt him and allow a soldier in to demand his attention. He was granted the time to allow his hands and lips to explore the mage in his arms, which he did under the assumption that another time like this might not come as soon as he wanted. At least until he was quite literally shocked and he had to jolt away from the kiss purely on instinct.
"Ah…I'm sorry." Dorian mumbles. "Regaining my ability to speak has me in a mess of emotions. I hope I didn't hurt you."
"No. I was just startled." Cullen says. "Maybe it's best if you rest anyway. The potion may have worked but your throat isn't used to so much–Dorian."
The commander sighs when the mage's mustache quirks up in humor, making it clear where Dorian's imagination had gone.
"I'll have you know I'm quite put off that you've seen me completely in the nude but you haven't shown me the same courtesy."
"If you complain, you may never." Cullen chuckles and finally moves away to continue with the paperwork on his desk. It got an overdramatic, somewhat offended gasp from Dorian.
"You, Commander, are not a nice man." Dorian coughs after his small outburst and Cullen frowns.
"Please rest. The elixir will be meaningless if you over do it."
"Yes, yes. Alright." Dorian acquiesces and walks over to lounge on the chaise with his previously discarded book. "I suppose we have to look out for each other don't we?"
Cullen hums in agreement. Even he could admit that he forgot about his own needs while focusing on Dorian's health and vice versa. Although the mage would argue that Cullen was the worst of them. Dorian at least answered to his stomach's insisting grumbles. Which was why he was found poking at the lion when it was past time for him to eat. The first time it happened and the soldiers had seen it, they thought Cullen would turn at any second and bite Dorian's head off.
It never happened and they quickly got used to the fact that Dorian was an exception to many things. They actually went to the mage when he wasn't around to notice when Cullen was having one of his days. He appreciated his soldiers attentiveness, but was also embarrassed that he didn't take care of himself to set an example. Others had told him that the soldiers only appreciated the work he did and wanted to make sure he took care of himself while he looked out for them.
"Will you sit with me?" Dorian requested quietly a few minutes later, and Cullen looked behind him at the chaise.
It was obvious that was what he meant and not the backbreaking chair, I don't know how in the world you sit in that thing. It's no wonder you've been so grumpy.
"Very well." Cullen says softly, gathering up the reports he needed to read and sitting gingerly by Dorian's legs. "If you need to rest, you may use my bed too."
"You know I would."
"No wine right now Dorian. Let the potion do its work." Cullen says without looking up from the report in the top of his stack. He knew by instinct now when the mage was eyeing a bottle of wine. Specifically the one on his desk.
Dorian huffed, but didn't argue and turned his attention back to his book.
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𝑆𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑡 𝐶𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑢𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛-Final
Pairings: jaemin x reader
Genre: smut, fluff (mostly at the end but it's short 🤠)
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Warnings: dom!jaemin, brat!reader, brat taming, punishment, overstimulation, edging, face slapping (literally slaps her once), choking (wOw iM sO sHocKeD), hair grabbing, degradation, jaemins gets angrier throughout the story, fingering, finger sucking, praising, unprotected sex, soft sex, y/ns pretty dumb but I think we knew that by now, once again jaemin calls himself nana because shut up
Tag list: @ahgastayzen @allykookiez @wooyugta @dreamlesswonder86 @taetaeismy @nanaysa @patchi-chi @simplicitysbabe @sweetjaemss @huangvibez @kaitherring @xxjaemchenct
It was obvious how tense and awkward jaemin was the entire time you stayed at his house, which lasted longer than you thought. You stayed for two days, per jaemins request, and you thought what if he's finally angry and decides to break. No, it was the complete and utter opposite. Jaemin was sweet, something you've barely seen when he used to bully or make fun of you before all this happened. He made sure you were okay staying with him another night and took care of you when you weren't hungover.
Did anything special happen though? Nope, just you and jaemin cuddling every so often while binge watching Netflix shows while he sometimes cracked jokes here and there.
It was definitely a sight to see. Even made you wonder if this is what its like to date him.
"Nana," you spoke, jaemin lifting his head off your shoulders to give you his attention, "Get up, we need to go to school."
Jaemin groaned, putting his head down on your pillow like chest and began, "Can't we just skip school?" He whined, "Maybe play a bit too?" Jaemin lifted his chin up, placing it on top of your breasts as he pouted, waiting for you to give into his cuteness.
Wouldn't that be nice- but you weren't going to miss school to mess around with jaemin. No way. You weren't even his girlfriend yet and you were sure his little play thing, seulgi, wouldn't be too happy, shes been calling him since he brought you here.
"No." You grabbed him by his hair and peeled him off your body. Jaemin wasn't very amused by the action.
"Oh i get it." He mumbled, "You want to see jeno, right?"
The question caught you off guard. But jaemin being jealous wasn't unknown to you anymore. He was possessive, that much you knew, and he always found a way to guilt trip you about it.
"I mean, we have been talking a lot more so a lil bit." You smiled, earning an eye roll from jaemin as he got up with nothing else to say and stalked his closet for something to wear. You glanced at your clothes which were actually his. And since you never went back to your apartment to get another outfit, you had to wear what you wore at the party.
Eyes stared into your bare back after you threw off the shirt that covered your body. They lingered, but didn't settle on staying until you slipped the bralette on.
Jaemin was going to comment about it, yet kept his mouth shut because there was no use saying he could give you a t-shirt instead, youd just complain about how it didn't match.
But the skirt was a different story. It was a party skirt, something way too short for school. No wonder jeno liked it. And to be honest, jaemin didn't hate it himself, he'd just rather not have people like jeno staring at you and your thighs. You were his. At least in his head you were.
"Fuck!" You screamed, "My bags at home." Softening your voice, jaemin just about wanted to smack you for scaring the shit out of him. He actually thanked the heavens your bag wasn't here, it gave you a reason to change.
"Let's go to your place quickly before school starts." Jaemin grabbed his things and you nodded, following behind him almost speed walking because of how long his strides were. "And change when we get there too."
You looked down at your fit and hummed, stepping into the car ready for jaemin to go.
"I don't think I can handle trig anymore." You bit your lip at the paper in hand. Jaemin looked down over your shoulder and almost scoffed. It was the homework due today, of course it was also one of the hardest pages the professor had given the class too, making it ten times harder for you to finish.
"If you had come over these past few nights, you wouldn't be so stressed." Jaemin shrugged.
It was like you knew he would say that with the way you rolled your eyes and crumpled the paper up, "Im actually thinking of dropping that class." You stated.
"Dont." He rested a hand on your shoulder, "Come over later and I'll help you." It wasn't even a question, in fact it was him telling you to do something. Its clear jaemins had enough of you ignoring him and hes also fed up with your complaining. Even wondered why you held out this long.
"But-"
"I'm not taking no for an answer anymore." Jaemin stated sternly as he sighed, stopping in front of your classroom and put his hands in his pocket. "Stop trying to ignore me," he leaned forward, just inches away from your face, "its not working."
"Just because you think its not working doesn't mean its not working...." You tilted your head to the side questioning your own words, "Anyway, you're jealous." Crossing your arms and leaning against the wall, your ego fed off of jaemins glaring eyes.
"Bullshit," jaemin tsked, "why would I be jealous?"
You smirked despite knowing you were playing a dangerous game with him. And jaemins good at playing games, he's done it to you for years.
You took a step forward, ultimately getting closer to his still leaned over figure and said, "You kept staring at jeno and I at the cafe and you had an attitude the entire time. Its obvious you know." Slithering a hand up his cheek, you pinched his smooth skin, "Nanas jealous."
It was an understatement to say jaemin didn't feel shivers go up his spine from your low voice. For once jaemin didn't have anything to come up with. Nothing crossed his mind to tell you that what you saw of him wasn't him being jealous, but that would be the dumbest of lies.
"Quiet for once? That's a first." You snickered at the small shade of red on his cheeks. It was either anger or him actually getting flustered. Either way you still claimed victory for keeping him surprisingly quiet.
Jaemin pulled your hand away from his face and opened his mouth, "Admit that you're purposely doing it then. There's no way you and jeno are magically good friends now. You hate him just as much as you hated me."
"Im not purposely making you jealous," you lied, "And I never hated jeno, just strongly disliked him for being friends with you."
The older almost laughed in your face from how stupid your lie was. "If you want my attention, say it." He smirked, proceeding to push you against the wall behind you without a second thought making you uncross your arms, "Its not hard y/n."
His hands trailed down to your waist, intensly watching your face as you looked around him, afraid that what he'd do will go too far and some students will see a not so innocent sight.
"Youre full of yourself." You inhaled sharply as he leaned forward ever so closely, just barely brushing his lips over yours.
"And you'll be full of nana soon." Jaemin almost closed the space between you with his lips, but someone stopped him.
"Jaemin!!!" Seulgi came running up to jaemin in her cute high heeled shoes. Her hair bouncing perfectly against her back as she pulled him away from you and into a hug, not before she planted a kiss to his lips as if you weren't standing right there, "I haven't seen you in so long, babe. You didn't call." She pouted with more puppy eyes than normal.
You missed the way jaemin growled at her, almost throwing seulgi off him since you were so focused on them kissing. Never did you think you'd witness it either. Something about it made your stomach churn and you couldnt bare stand there for long before walking away, taking zero notice of the way jaemin called out for you.
"Let's get some coffee before the bell rings." Seulgi pulled jaemin, but his eyes still lingered on the door you entered.
You couldnt stop your mind from racing in class. It was like your mind was playing games on you, telling you that jaemin wasn't in the slightest interested in you and thats why he never answered you, because he was too embarrassed to be seen with someone like you.
But that was only you overthinking.
Obviously jaemin cared for you, he wouldnt have let you stay over his house, tutored you, or be possessive when it came to you. So why did he kiss her back? In front of you too? Was he actually dating her for real?
These questions ran through your head, giving you a mini headache from thinking too hard about it.
It was like you were in high school all over again where everything was dramatic for no reason, well in some aspects you made it this way, but your point still stands.
"Y/n," someone tapped the table repeatedly, bringing you back to reality, "Class is over." jeno looked at you with suspicion but brushed it off thinking you were probably tired.
You glanced around the empty room before looking back at jeno, "Oh...yeah."
"Well uh," he scratched the back of his head, "You should probably get to your next class."
That's the last thing you wanted to do. Jaemin would be there and so was one of seulgis minions that always kept an eye out for anything he did. As annoying as it was, you weren't surprised anymore.
"Im gonna skip."
Jeno grimaced as you stood up and grabbed your things, walking towards the rooms exit as he followed close behind, "You? Skip? What the fuck??"
You stopped in your tracks, jeno almost bumbing into you in the process, "Do I need to spell it out for you or something? S-k-"
"No shut up. Its just shocking that your skipping." Jeno half grinned at the way you stared at him stoically.
"What are you getting at?"
The man before you chuckled, "Im saying youre a goody two shoes and you've never done a bad thing in your life."
You can't say he was wrong, but you also have to admit that you have stepped out of your shell recently and maybe for the better.
"Everyone changes some time in their lives." You pointed out, strolling out of the class to nowhere specific. "Better run to class jeno, dont want the teacher calling you put again."
"Yeah yeah." He eye smiled, giving you a quick pat on the back before saying bye and walking to his class.
You couldnt help but smile at him as he moved further and further away. You had to admit, jeno wasn't as bad as you thought. Not anymore anyway. But as jeno soon disappeared around a corner, you sighed and sauntered to the library where you were going to do your work until class ended.
Students were scattered everywhere in the library, some typing away at their laptops or school computers while others had papers and books sprawled out in front of them. Unfortunately for you, you were going to be the ones with almost any school supply in front of them. And with a sigh and slouched shoulders, you sat at an empty desk near the front of the library, taking your homework out as well as some books.
Normally it wouldn't be a problem for you to focus, but it was stressful with so many things laid out for you. Face palming and groaning quietly at your trig paper, you attempted the first problem which honestly didn't seem too bad, but you weren't always so sure of yourself when doing these kinds of things. Mostly because you second guessed yourself making you pick the wrong answer when you were originally right.
"This is so fucking stupid." You threw your head into your hands, giving up on trying since it was useless anyway. You needed jaemin. He was the only reason you started getting some good grades on your work.
"Whats stupid?"
Speak of the devil.
"The trig home- wait why aren't you in class?" You gazed at him before averting your eyes, not trying to let them linger too long.
Jaemin pulled a chair out and sat closely beside you, raising a brow as you inched away from him. "I could ask you the same thing." He tipped the chair back a little, keeping his eyes locked on the side of your stoic face.
"Im doing something if you can't tell." You snapped, instantly regretting the way your voice raised once you noticed jaemin clenching his jaw out the corner of your eye. But you couldnt help it, you were still frustrated, embarrassed, and jealous from earlier.
"Whats wrong?" Jaemin calmed himself, not wanting to blow up at you.
"Nothing." You ignored his eyes that watched you do out the problem. Probably silently telling you that it was all wrong but you weren't trying to pay attention to him.
"Youre doing it again."
"Doing what? I'm just trying to do my work." After writing your answer down, you checked over tbe work before you smiled to yourself. This had to be the right answer.
"Stop playing dumb." he grabbed your chin, "You know what you're doing."
Wiggling out of his grasp was no use, jaemin managed to move his hand to your jaw to keep you still.
You winced at the sudden squeeze, "I dont know what you're talking about."
Jaemin had enough of this bullshit, now grabbing your neck instead. Your eyes wondered the room hoping no one was paying attention, "Im not playing games with you. Why are you ignoring me again?"
"That's a good question." You looked away and though jaemims grip was starting to hurt more each second, you still found a way to show your disinterest.
Jaemin sighed, letting his hand drop and you inhaled deeply without a second thought. "Whats wrong then?"
"I told you its nothing."
"Bullshit." Jaemin took the pencil out of your hand just as you were about to write, your hand flying up to try and take it back but he pulled away.
"You really wanna know then?" You asked sharply to which jaemin nodded, "You kissed seulgi. Happy now?"
Jaemins mouth fell at your confession. Yes he figured that upset you a bit, but he never thought it was enough for you to ignore him.
"I never even went that far with jeno."
"Never went that far, huh?" He snapped back, shaking his head in disbelief as his face once again was steaming with anger. "Need i remind you how you made out with him at the party. Or were you that wasted and cant remember?"
The new found anger overlapped the previous one with more than just anger, but annoyance. There was no way jaemin was telling the truth, you would never kiss jeno.
"No i didnt."
"Dont tell me you didn't, I fucking saw it." His hand found its way on the table creating a loud bam that startled not only you, but a few kids that even lifted their heads to see what caused the noise. "You were the first one to go that far, so blame yourself before you blame me."
Taking a deep breath, you had to calm down before you said something you'd regret. Knowing jaemin too, you already had something waiting for you at his house.
"I believe you." Jaemin was ready to open his mouth but you were quick and responded, "because i remember." The problem with this answer was because it was untruthful. You already dug yourself a whole from the beginning yet you knew what you were getting yourself into. There was something about playing with jaemins anger that made you go wild.
Determined with your lie, you kept the straightest face like it was proof you recalled that night. Jaemin too was focused only on your face, his hand balling into a fist ever so slowly.
"I remember....he was a really good kisser," you whispered, "And you looked so mad." Snickering away at your words, you placed a hand on jaemins lap and watched his expression go from anger to almost frothing at the mouth.
Bingo. He was too far gone to see through you at this point and this is where you smirked to yourself.
"You're unbelievable." He scoffed, rolling his eyes thinking about how fed up he was, "Lets go."
Despite being told what to do, you sat looking between jaemin and your sprawled out homework. "I have things to do."
Jaemin literally shoved all your papers into your bag, not caring how they crumpled in the small space as you complained and swatted at his arm. Of course though, jaemin payed no mind to it, grabbing your hand and bag before dragging you out of the library.
You fought and struggled to get out of his grip. From the start you knew what you were getting into, that's why you did what you did. Now being dragged to his house it dawned on you that it was time to suffer whatever he had in mind.
"When we get to my house," jaemin locked his eyes with yours as he led you to his car, "We'll study trig, and depending on my mood and your attitude after, I might go easy with the punishment later."
"Im not going over to study and then be punished afterwards." Your voice faltered as you saw a familiar someone walking towards you and jaemin.
Jenos eyes lit up sadistically, smiling at you, telling you to smile back for one reason: to set jaemin off.
You did without hesitation, jaemins hold getting tighter and tighter as he glared at his best friend who walked by, holding the proudest grin on his face.
Once at the car, jaemin shoved you inside the passenger seat, slamming the door before he situated himself in the drivers side. Your eyes watched in annoyance yet you were intrigued. Maybe because you haven't had any action with jaemin since about a week ago.
Resting your head against the headrest, you stared outside the window. There wasn't any way you could hold another conversation with the man, it would only drive your hormones insane.
Its been thirty minutes and to say you were paying attention would be the stupidest thing ever. every word that jaemin said went in one ear and out the other. Some part of you was purposely choosing to ignore him, but your attention span was almost non existent in the first place. So listening to jaemin talk about trigonometry was only boring you.
You tapped out, playing with your pencil or doodling on the paper. Each time you weren't paying attention, jaemin would ask you to write down the answer or a land a slap right on your thigh. It stung and made up jump with shock in your eyes as jaemin told you the same thing each time: "pay attention." But did you? God no. It was impossible. With the thought of a punishment too, it made your mind run like it was in a marathon.
"Little girl," jaemins voice once again brought you back to reality, "what did nana just say?" You shrugged your shoulders slightly, keeping your head down like you were shy yet you were far from it, holding a small grin on your innocent face.
"I dont know, nor do I care." You finally looked up. Jaemin was none too happy, letting his chest fall.
Shaking his head, he said once more to listen and pay attention.
Jaemin took your pencil so he could write out the problem for you, deciding to be nice even though you weren't returning it. You watched the way his pretty hands flexed with every number or letter he wrote. The subtle veins showing every so often too made you almost drool at the sight. Oh what you would do to have him wrap his hands around your neck again.
"Solve it." Jaemin threw the pencil down in front of you, resting his head in his hand to watch you. But you didn't move, not even a simple budge.
"No."
"Y/n its not that fucking hard, just solve it."
You glanced at the paper then the pencil that laid on the table before grabbing it and snapping it in half.
"Im not doing it." You faked a smile, ready for jaemin to snap just like the pencil.
"You need to pass this class, y/n. Stop messing around and pay attention."
You shot up from your seat, "I. Dont. Care. I'm going home."
It wasn't long before he suddenly stood up too, grabbing you by the hair and threw you on his bed, "Okay you wanna act up?" He hovered over you, pinning your arms down on the soft bed as he straddled your lower half. "I dont get why you continue to act like a brat when you know you're going to be punished. Unless you want it?" Jaemins face was merely inches in front of yours not until you blew into his face and smirked when he flinched and pulled away.
"Ever wonder why I act this way? Your easy to push, I can get in your head and make you get mad so I get exactly what I want." You snickered, "Not to mention its to make you suffer for not answering my question." A hand was placed on his covered chest, rubbing small circles on the fabric of the shirt.
Suddenly, jaemin laughed. Though, it wasn't a joyful one. It was more sadistic and filled with amusement, "How is it making me suffer if you're the one about to be punished?"
"Cuz i still get what I want in the end."
"My dick or my attention?"
"Both."
Jaemnn chuckled dryly, quickly sitting back and tearing your clothes off without a second thought.
You were ready to protest about your clothes until jaemin took matters in his own hands and shoved his fingers nearly down your throat to shut you up.
"Im tired of your voice." He spat, "All you talk is shit."
Whimpering around his fingers, you tried anything in your power to try and pry them out. He never moved back, sticking his fingers deeper and deeper until he heard you gag and whine the best you could. Your throat felt so tight and it was getting harder to breathe. Jaemin didn't care, deciding to just fuck your mouth with his fingers as he started pulling your pants and panties down, lifting his hips up so he can take them off all the way.
"It would be so much nicer if you weren't a brat you know." Jaemin began, easily shoving two fingers inside your dripping cunt, "Nana could've stuffed you full of his cock, made love to you, and made you happy. Instead," his fingers that were buried in your heat, curled and pushed in a certain way that made your eyes roll, "You wanted to be a little bitch."
You drew out a long hum, the pleasure felt so good after pushing jaemin for so long. All his anger was going to this one punishment and you should've felt scared, but you weren't. You were excited and loved every bit of it.
The way he fingered you was almost too surreal. It made your body crumple against his will and he wasn't even fucking you yet.
It was getting harder to breathe being filled by his two fingers. Just barely becoming too overwhelming so you tapped his hand to signal you needed to breathe. Jaemin took his hand out, watching your face to make sure you were okay as you gasped for air.
"Are y-you try-trying to kill me or s-something?" You moaned at one particular hard thrust that made your breath hitch.
"Oh shut up, I know you liked it. Probably imagined my cock down your throat." He bit his lip, taking in the thought of what you would look like on your knees for him before shaking it off.
"I-i was n-not."
Jaemin smirked devishly, scissoring his fingers to stretch you out more, but you kept clenching around him. Your hand grabbed his wrists in a death grip, moans fell from your open mouth and jaemin ate that all up. Loving how your body shook, knowing you were so close.
Right when you felt your orgasm coming, jaemin ripped his fingers out of you, essentially letting your juices flow out. But you didn't cum, no you were just that wet.
Your hips lifted up like you would get friction but there was nothing to get friction from, you looked dumb and pathetic.
"Not fair..." you mumbled, frowning at the annoying smirk on jaemins face.
"Punishments aren't supposed to be fair," he said a matter of factly, pushing your hips back down on your bed as he grazed his fingers over your wetness before pushing back in again.
This time setting a ruthless pace, taking in your fucked out expression.
"Jaemin- please im s-so close." Fidgeting and clawing at his wrists, the orgasm built back up. It got closer, closer, closer. Right there, it was right there, but jaemin took it away from you again.
"God, I love this way more than I should. Breaking a brat is so much fun." His fingers dripped with your arousal. He stared at the strand connecting his fingers. It was so much and so lewd, it should've been embarrassing to you yet it made him want more from you. "How many times should nana edge his pretty girl? Maybe-"
"Fuck you." You cried, ready to take this into your own hands and finish yourself off.
Jaemins hand made a perfect necklace on your neck, tightening his grip on the sides so you felt all his anger, "Thats the last thing I would say if I were you."
"W-what are y-you gonna do? Spank me?" Thinking he actually would if you said that, you were slapped across the face, eyes not staring at jaemin anymore but the wall next to the bed.
"Dont test me anymore, your already in for it." He growled into your ear. Leaving his hand wrapped around your neck, he slipped back inside, this time fucking his fingers into you at an antagonizing slow pace.
You wanted to scream and push him away for being a tease, but you reminded yourself that this is what you wanted, this was what you'll get. You had no idea how long this pain will continue though. All you could think about was cumming. In fact, that was the only thing on your mind as he fingered your tight pussy. The pain of not being able to orgasm was so unbearable, it just about made your eyes tear up. Were you that desperate that you'd cry over it?
"I wanna...c-cum so bad..."
The man above you stared at you in disbelief. He basically just started and you were already a mess.
"You really want to cum that badly?" You nodded hastily, tears at the brink of falling, you couldnt hold it in anymore, "Then apologize for all the shit you put us through. Starting with you ignoring me, fake dating jeno, and purposely pissing me off for the hell of it." Jaemin said with his whole chest. Being able to say it out loud reminded him of everything. From the time you started this crap, to now.
"I-im sorry- I'm so f-fucking sorry, jaemin." You forced yourself to look into his eyes, his angry red eyes that tore into your soul to find any lie, yet you had none. You meant what you said with full honesty, "Please nana, l-let me cum."
Jaemin simply gave you a nod and thats when you let everything out. You came all over his fingers but jaemin didn't stop nor slow down. He kept the same rough pace as before and you could only scream and cry from the sensitivity.
Then jaemin started rubbing and pinching your sensitive clit before giving your cunt a slap that made you jolt and cry out.
"Ahh- w-wait jae-mmm....s-so sensitive."
Jaemin rolled his eyes, "thought you wanted to cum? I'm giving you what you want, babe."
Your legs closed around his fingers though it didn't stop him from curling and fucking them inside. He could just easily push them open yet he found your sensitivity amusing which led you to cum again without warning.
"What a pathetic little fucking brat you are." He gathered the white substance that leaked from your clentching hole and shoved it back in, "Making such a mess of yourself."
Your back arched, even more sensitive than before.
The hand on your neck moved down to your breast, squeezing at your nipples and playing with everything he could get his hand on. Your nipples were so sensitive that that alone could make you cry and moan just from a simple touch.
His fingers brushed against your sweet spot where you screamed his name. Being over sensitive made everything feel more pleasurable and painful. Every small touch on your pussy brought you to a shaking pleasure that you couldnt control. It was becoming too much and too overwhelming.
"Fuck, are you gonna cum again? It hasn't even been five minutes." He watched, eyes filled with amazement as you shook and once again, came on his sheets and fingers.
Your shaking didn't stop though, it was like the kind of shake you get when your cold, though you were far from it. The intensity of this orgasm was just too much where even jaemin had to pull his fingers out and let you breathe for a moment.
"You okay, baby?" He asked quietly, kissing your temple as you nodded your head, "Can you give nana one more then?" Not wanting to stop, you nodded without a thought causing jaemin to smile and lean back.
Jaemin finally got rid of his clothing, crawling back on the bed before giving you a kiss so you wouldn't notice how he slipped his cock inside.
Surprisingly jaemin took his time pushing in, savoring your sweet little moans that drove him crazy. He started and kept a slow pace that made the overwhelming feeling dissolve away. Now you were wrapping your legs around his waist and staring into the soft eyes of jaemins that were just red a second ago.
Every vein against your walls made you feel ecstasy. Jaemin was careful with each thrust and it felt like pure love. They were passionate and he didn't fail to show it.
"Taking nanas cock so well, just like the good girl you are." Jaemin smiled at your beautiful face that contorted into pleasure. Both of your moans filled the room. More cuss words were thrown from you like it was the only thing in your dictionary.
The lewd sounds of your bodys bounced off the walls as jaemin fucked you slow and steady, grabbing your hips gently as he kissed all over your face, neck, and breasts. He sucked on your skin here and there, creating small bruises that looked like a tattoo as you grabbed the back of his head, lifting him up by the hair to bring his face to yours so you could place a kiss to his red lips.
The kiss was sloppy and slow. Neither of you cared though, both focused on your orgasms that kept coming closer.
Jaemins thrusts stuttered and his cock twitched inside you. The hand in jaemins hair pulled and messed up his locks, sure to create a messy sight later on.
" 'm gon-gonna cum." You moaned, lifting your hips up to meet his along the way.
"Cum, princess."
The final orgasm left your body feeling like it was on a cloud while all you saw were stars making jaemin coo at your fucked out face.
Pulling out, jaemin finished on your stomach before letting his body fall next to yours, wrapping an arm around your hips and pulling you into him..
You both panted out of tiredness, neither one bothering to move as you were both spent.
"Did I hurt you, princess? Are you feeling okay?"
You smiled into his chest, "no you didn't hurt me and I feel fine."
"Good." Jaemin smiled, petting your hair before laying his head on top of yours, "Wanna go on a date?"
You swear your heart stopped as your face heated up, "Jaemin, you're doing everything backwards."
"So is that a yes or no?"
"Of course its a yes!"
It was a peaceful restaurant that jaemin brought you to, saying it was supposed to be a place a lot of couples went to which you thought was absolutely sweet of him.
"So...uh." jaemin looked anywhere but your face like he didn't just have sex with you for the second time.
You snickered and sipped the drink in your hand, "Why are you so awkward all of a sudden? Its just me."
"I know it's just- I feel like I can't say what I wanna say because I'm afraid." Jaemin sighed.
"Of what exactly?" You placed the drink down, watching as jaemin fumbled with the menu before he covered his mouth and mumbled something you coulsnt quite grasp, "What did you say?"
"...nothing."
"Jaemin."
His doe eyes stared into yours like it was some sort of contest, wanting you to look away first but you and he did, "Alright fine. I said I'm a bit nervous if I were to ask you out."
Tilting your head to the side, you puffed your cheeks out in confusion, "Why?"
"The last relationship I had, the girl cheated on me. Afterwards she said it was because i wasn't good enough." He frowned, returning his attention back to the menu where you presumed was his hiding place for the time being.
"Well she's a bitch and is missing out on an amazing person." You pushed the menu down, "Is that why you acted that way when you saw jeno and I at the cafe? Did you think I thought you weren't good enough?"
Jaemin nodded slowly, "Kind of. I didn't want to lose someone I loved again."
"Loved? Na jaemin-"
"Dont say it." He groaned.
"You've gotten soft! Does this mean what I think it means?" You quirked a suggestive brow at him causing him to put his head in his hand.
"Yes, ill be your boyfriend." He said in his hand before you took it away and grabbed his face to kiss him. "I- princess when did you become do confident?"
"When did you become so shy?"
"Fair point."
Everything felt right all of a sudden. No more of jaemin being your bully. No more coffee being poured on your head. No more stupid high school drama that wasn't even drama in the first place. It was all right for once. And you couldnt say you could complain. After weeks, you got what you struggled to have before; na jaemin.
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Sorry if you've already answered these questions but I still want to ask them so...
1) Are you going to make another book after Earthshine?
(If the answer is yes; (and you don't have to answer this one,) Are you going to do a time skip or will you go the 'the condom broke'?)
2) Will Edward have a mate (If yes; will you create an OC or simply pluck a character from the twilight saga archives are revamp them?)
3) If you do make a version of Breaking Dawn, will it have the same premise (Ie. Wedding, Honeymoon, (I typed hUMANmoon and then corrected it, don't know why my fingers went there.) surprise pregnancy (or not? Because Carlisle is a DOCTOR) turning, then the Volturi going all "We must kill the child!"?)
4) With regards to question three, in the (honestly, and sadly, unlikely) ( completely forgot what word I was going to type, and It as too much trouble to type that so I'm just going to use another word that won't flow as well) situation (I'm so unhappy with this word, my stomach is turning something fierce, man.) that you DO go the standard "with the other book as a very, very, loose guideline) Would you go the route of OYH or would make an entirely new plot?
Also, if you do go with the same general outline, (which is unlikely since Irina isn't with Laurant in newmoon but with Charlie, so there's no bitter feelings and she won't immediately go to the kings before she's heard Carlisle's explanation.) How would you make that work?
5) I know you said that if you do make a fourth book you would just use the dhampire from OYH, Elisha, does that still reign true? Or are you planning to make a new character entirely?
6) If you do make a fourth, and go the OYH route, would you still make Elisha Emse's mate, like in OYH? Or will you go with Garette?
7) Also, since you have previously made an ff about Garette and Bella having a brother-sister type friendship would we see that and get to see Garette claim her as his sister and charlie as his father, and everyone goes along with it? (Honestly, I REALLY want this to happen, especially since I've spent the last hour scrolling through your tumbler and stumbled upon the 'I'm older than my father' post.)
8) Really, all these questions border on the main one of "is there going to be a breaking dawn/part 4-5 (depending) in your rewrite?" but if you do, would Carlisle buy Isle Bella as a honeymoon present of would that be in the oneshots book (that you'll hopefully be writing after this is over) as like a "Have fifteenth anniversary" thing?
9) Are you going to write a book full of random one-shots you couldn't fit into your story? I REALLY HOPE SO.
enthusiastically hope so. :) (that's really a tense smile with eyes SHINING with hope. Just informing you that you'll be crushing my heart. Brutally. With a stake. No pressure :) )
10) If you don't write the fourth book will we get an epilogue with the wedding five years later? Like, with Bella being SUPER nervous?
And finally, 11) (I really want a war to showcase Bella's awesome vampire powers (because you've stated (in a previous Tumblr post) that you'd give Bella her BAMF!Bella OYH powers)) So if there's a part four, even though the Volturi is "lawful" and like, has a brain, in your series, can they like have a brain fart where they go. "He's making an army," Or just straight up CANNON!Aro with his need for power be like "It's an immortal child, and it needs to be destroyed." But really be thinking, "They're growing too large, already their numbers rival our own, they must be put down! This is the perfect time!" Like the (cowardly) power-hungry and villainess we all know and love. Kinda.
I have other questions but those can really wait lol.
I basically want breaking dawn and the third (Do you count Charlie's book as part of Bella's story or as a stand-alone since you weren't really progressing the plot very much (also a very good way to have a time skip in your main)?) isn't even done yet.
I don't know if you can tell, but I've been reading this series for three days straight (new fan!) and just started your OYH series and I'm just filled with a desire right now. Like, I typically hate sex scenes in a twilight book (but that's because I was a child when these movies came out (saw them all in theatre!) and still was when I read the books, so Bella is SACRED lol, and It just makes me uncomfortable to imagine her in those positions (it's like a trauma okay?) but I really enjoyed your stories (even if I basically glossed over your sex scenes and read through them quickly) and could actually sit through your sex scenes (mostly, because it wasn't INTENSE! Like, a lot of rewrites turn breaking dawn into literal Porn and sully the books for me because they basically remove a lot of plot to make room for Bella's sudden appetite, and while, yes, you gave her an appetite and... I am just really enjoying your stories and how you write so Thank You.
Okay, I've let you know your appreciated and put out my question into the tumblr universe so now I just have to wait for you to see this and maybe respond.
I hate waiting.
I haven't gotten an ask in a while and AJKHFJKHD Listen!! THE FACE I MADE AT HOW LONG THIS IS??? Superb!! I'm honored you've taken the time to write this all out so I'm gonna try to answer you as best as I can!!
Right now I'm 100% sure that there will be a couple of Novellas/Novelettes directly after Earthshine. The Renee Story, the Charlie Story, and the Roommate Story which all will get maybe 40k and mini plots that are far more focused than Charlie's first story. Charlie's new story will be focused on his relationship with Carlisle too, so that should be fun!
Edward having a Mate is still up in the air at the moment. Since he is still very young, I don't see the need to really give him someone so quick when other characters have waited WAAAY longer. As for who it might be, that's also still up in the air in case I want to do a short story with him that's a part of a series of Novellas after the main books
If I do make a BD rewrite IT WILL have wedding/honeymoon/surprise pregnancy then it will PRETTY MUCH go off the rails from there because the Pregnancy will be VASTLY different. Carlisle is a Doctor and Bella isn't an idiot. They won't be in Washington either.
Again. The first half will be loosely based on the book and then just go completely off the rails because, Like you said, the Volturi have brains and I LOATHE an 'idiot' plot where people are required to suddenly become stupid for the story to work. As for the OYH route, I will be borrowing a couple elements from OYH but the conflict will be very different.
Elisha is baby and there's no way I could make another Dhampir at this point. Not with how much I love him.
The aging process will work differently in this fic for Dhampirs, so this question is irrelevant since Elisha will be a child for the entire fourth book. As for when he's older, Its still up in the air for this series. He deserves to be baby and I very much dislike the trope of age faster = mentally develop faster because that's BS.
We'll see, I love Bella and Garrett, but there's A LOT I'll have to cram into the last book so we'll just see.
As much as I'd love to answer this, I'm covering the honeymoon in the fourth book so you'll see what happens in there ; )
I HAVE PLANS for random one shots. I REALLY DO. I just has so little time to work on the main story so I might write some when Earthshine is done! I have a name for the one-shot collection already too and some Ideas!
I very much plan to write the fourth book you'll be fine. Bella will not be nervous, she'll be WAY more anxious about it going right. Mostly her nerves will be from anticipation and excitement because she'll be 23 and be very secure in her forever with Carlisle.
There will be a fight in book four that will not have the Volturi turning stupid. Don't worry about how.
Charlies little story is a Novella so I don't count it as a book.... GOD hearing you plowed through the series in so short a time is MIND boggling. I get people telling me this occasionally and I NEVER stop being amazed by it!
As for the sex scenes, yeah, I didn't want this to be erotic literature. I frequently scream that 'THIS ISN'T A SMUT BOOK' because them having sex is just a normal healthy thing that happens in relationships and wanted to show that. The sex scenes I write tend to be glossed over anyways so I'm glad it was readable for you. I get feeling frustrated and wanting more plot, but there are plenty of people who prefer the very explicit smut.
If sex scenes aren't your cup of tea, that's fine. I don't view Bella as pure and innocent though. It teeters dangerously on the Madonna/Whore dichotomy to act like she is. I get wanting to preserve the innocence of your childhood through her. That's not me though. Bella/Carlisle's relationship is highly sexual in nature within SoG and that's ALRIGHT too!
Thanks for the super long ask!!! it was great to read and fun to respond to!
#asked and answered#acadiatclements#long post#Sound of Grey Series#SoG#NoahStayed Writes#Bella x Carlisle#Carlisle x Bella#Bellisle
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Not all that glitters is gold.
The library was filled with quiet chatter from various students as the gentle rays of sunlight illuminated the ancient books in front of you, giving them an even more mysterious aura. You were preparing yourself for an upcoming assigment and seeing that you were a new student and that you couldn't peform any sort of magic, headmaster Crowley made it his mission to help you adjust in this quirky academy. But to be frank, assigments were the last thing you wanted to do. The headmaster also often made you clean up various parts of the castle which was in itself very tiresome and if you add the stress from the classes you took, it was safe to say that all you really wanted was to nap and maybe have a snack. It also didn't help that Grimm bearly lifted a paw to help you too...
But still, even in a dire situation like this you did your absolute best to remain positive. There was no use in panicking. Tapping your fingers against the wodden table, you looked at the window and was met with your own complexion and only then did you realize just how messy you were. You hair was messy and all over the place, your clothes were slightly filthy and your face had seen better days. You sighed as you retuned your gaze back to your books, waiting for your so called partner to show up. Headmaster Crowley assigned you a partner to work with for the next few weeks and you figured that he was going to be at least a year ahead of you. A part of you was overjoyed by the news since you really could use the extra help. The other part though couldn't help but to feel slightly nervous as you had no clue just who in the world he could be. Headmaster Crowley said that he was a competent and brilliant student and that you shouldn't have too much trouble with him.
As if on cue, the large wooden doors to the library were open and the distinct sound of shoes clicking against the tile floor could be heard as at least half of the students there stopped with their activites to marvel at the one who entered.
Vil Schoenheit.
You heard about him before, he was a well known figure in not just Night Raven but in the entire Twisted Wonderland. He was known for his breathtaking beauty and intelligence and the entire student body couldn't help but admire him. Head tilted up proudly, he sauntered towards your table and before you knew it he was standing right in front of you. You finally got a good look at him as you realized just how utterly flawless he was.
"No need to stare dear, beauty isn't something so contagious."
You couldn't help but to blush a little by his statement as you slightly pouted and looked down, too embarrassed to look him in the eye.
"Before we even beging doing anything else may I ask, why do you look like that? When was the last time you took a bath, slept properly, hm?"
...Not even five minutes had past and this guy was already getting on your nerves. Your confidence grew back a little as you looked up at him, (e/c) eyed slightly narrowed in annoyance. His purple ones stared right back at you, his own distaste being put on display.
"Well? Aren't you going to answer me?"
You didn't have the patience for this.
He let out a sigh, closing his eyes in the process as he messaged his temples to calm himself down. He wordlessly sat in front of you, crossing his arms. Deep violet orbs stared back in to your own as neither one of you was willing to break eye contact. The air around you seemed to thicked as the perfume he wore started to invade your nostrils, the slightly flowery scent only causing you to furrow your brows even more. You two stayed like that for a few minutes, just studying each other in this thick silence. A few students who passed your table were weirded out by your behaviour but you paid no mind to them, and he seemed to be doing so as well. It felt like an eternity had passed until you finally decided to break the silence:
"Are we going to start working or what? We don't have all day."
"No, no we do not. But I absolutely refuse to work with someone who looks as filthy as you. At least take a shower!"
You couldn't help but to smirk a little knowing that you were getting to him. Being dirty was bothering you as well but he was just blowing this entire thing out of proportion.
"Don't you know that if you want to be the best you must look your best?!"
His teeth were gritted as his deep gaze seem to shot daggers in to your very soul but oddly enough he didn't intimidate you. A sudden wave of confidence washed over you as you found your voice once more, pure annoyance and determination lacing your voice.
"Vil, have you ever heard of the phrase "Not all that glitters is gold"? Looking good is not the be all and end all."
Your words stung the blond haired male as he continued to glare at you but no words came out of his mouth.
You two continued to bicker like this for the rest of the afternoon until the sun finally came down. The warm orange glow casted a shadown upon yours and Vil's table, only separating the two of you even more. You bearly got anything done that day and just before you could turn to leave, Vil's voice stopped you.
"Be back here tomorrow at the same time, and don't be late. Understood?"
You slammed the door shut, not giving him an answer.
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"Not all that glitters is gold."
Your words ran through Vil's head as he angrily paced around his room, checking his reflection every now and then. He couldn't believe that headmaster Crowley had partnered him up with someone like that, it was just disgraceful! His blood was boiling and it felt as though it was going to burst from the raw and sheer anger he was feeling at that moment. What made him even more mad was that he was still thinking about you. Why the Hell was he doing that?! He has better things to do anyway...!
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Hours turned in to days, and days turned in to weeks and you just could not seem to understand Vil. It bothered you greatly by just how arrogant he acted at times and his harshness towards you only made you dislike him even more. It also didn't help that he had such a strong presence in Night Raven so no matter where you went with Vil someone was bound to show up.
It was annoying.
Vil on the other hand pretty much never left your side and would pester you about literally everything you did. Your hair was too messy, that top didn't go with those pants, your back wasn't straight enough, your handwriting was poor, you were carrying the wrong book, you couldn't use any magic. It was getting to you, it honestly was. Just when you thought you could maybe get some time alone and gather your thoughts, Vil demanded that you eat lunch with him in order to keep and eye on you. He was driving you insane but it had become common for the two of you to fight, so much so that as a joke Rook even made a schedule. One Saturday morning though, Vil woke up in a rather bitter mood which was quite unusal for him. He did his usual morning routine, did his hair and make up, got dressed and took his books. Just as he was about to leave, the reality of the situation hit him like a truck.
It was Saturday.
You two didn't have to study together.
That thought should have brought him piece of mind but oddly enough, it didn't. His heartbeat quickened as a light sheen of sweat started to form on his forehead.
Why was he feeling like this?! He should be glad that he was no longer in your presence...! But he couldn't deny that at times, you were quite entertaining. Even if you were pretty much useless when it came to magic you were good with your words and just had this sort of charm that drew people in from time to time. When you bothered to get dressed nicely though, dare he say you looked absolutely stunning...
...What the Hell was wrong with him?!
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Exiting the Heartslabyul dorm, you continued to laugh as Grim, Deuce and Ace walked by your side, Grim pouting while the other two could not contain their laughter.
"You stupid raccoon, you burned that cake to a crisp! You should have seen Riddle's face, he was soooo pissed~!"
"How many times do I have to tell you explosion head, I'm not a raccoon!"
Vil was annoyed by the noise the three of you were causing but just when he was ready to give you all a piece of his mind, he saw you, smiling and laughing your heart out. He'd never seen you in such a cheery state, the closest thing he'd ever gotten from you that could resemble a smile but even then it was always a teasing one, meant to drive him up the wall. He soundlessly watched your little group up from the staircase, millions of diffirent thoughts running throught his troubled mind. You were so oblivious, weren't you? Did you really fail to notice just how much attention you were getting by simply smiling?
Just as about you were going to leave the main hallway, you stopped dead in your tracks an odd sense of fear filling your stomach. Your gut was screaming at you that something was wrong, that someone was watching you and your every move and whoever that someone was, they were damning your very soul to the deepest parts of Hell. You finally got the bright idea to look up and once you did, nothing could prepare you for the subtle but cold terror that was creeping upon you. Up the staircase stood Vil in all his glory, but his face was stern, his red lips pressed in a thin line but it were his eyes that unsettled you the most. You've never seen so much raw hatred directed towards someone and for the first time in a while, you were left speechless. You had no smartass comebacks this time, no sassy or cute jokes to fire back at the vain student. All you could do was stare and stay still in your place and just pray for him to just move, even if it was just his pinkie finger.
"Uh, hello, Earth to (y/n)?! You still with us??"
You were brought back down to Earth by your friends touch on your shoulder. The hand belonged to Deuce and when his hand came in to contact with your shoulder, Vil's expression hardened even more. You laughed nervously, just trying to brush of Vil and you continued to walk with your friends.
So that's how we're going to play, hm?
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No amount of preparation could prepare you for the horrors that awaited you on Monday morning. You were awoken by Rook who was given direct orders from Vil to bring you to the Pomfiore dormitory. Apparently, Vil made a little deal with the headmaster, and the headmaster approved. According to the arrangements, you could now sleep in the Pomfiore dormitory and you were to accompany Vil to all of his classes in order for you to better grasp certain subjects. The scariest part of everything though wasn't just this sudden change, but Vil's attitude towards you. If you two were in a crowd he was very nice to you, downright sweet even. In private though, his behavior would change and he would become a lot more controling and demanding. You could no longer be alone, it was a rule to be by Vil's side 24/7 and if you tried to break it Rook would just appear out of nowhere and deliver you to Vil.
His presence became overbearing as he demanded to be the one to dress you, wash your hair, do literally everything for you. You couldn't tell what was going on with him but something was surely wrong. His behaviour would shift so unexpectedly that you were never quite prepared for it. If you behaved well and did what he told you, Vil would spoil you with more undivided attention and gifts that most likely cost a fortune and then some. Some students even began to ship the two of you, cooing at Night Raven's "power couple". A lot of people were enchanted by the tale of the beauty Vil Schoenheit falling for a non magic user, but that person simply must be something special in order to catch his watchful eye.
You on the other hand felt like you could no longer breathe. Looking at your own reflection in the mirror, you bearly paid attention to the stunning purple dress that perfectly hugged your curves and the exquisite make up that Vil himself put on you.
You were a perfect doll, just like how Vil wanted you to be. He was going to break you, he was going to teach you a lesson about being oh so careless with his poor heart. And then he was going to mold you back together, in to the perfect little darling, worthy of being by his side.
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Tagging @poisonepel because I would love to hear your opinion on this! You are a Vil Schoenheit connoisseur, please, do tell if you think he'd be like this? And sorry if this was bad, I'm new for writing Vil!
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