#(ps. sorry this took so long...some stuff came up and i don't have as much free time this week as i thought i would)

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Ayumi Shibayama: The Beech Tree » 2023 Japanese Nationals

#ayumi shibayama #fskateedit #figure skating #JN 2023 #japanese nationals 2023 #program #request #kaitlyn weaver is a breath of fresh air in the choreo scene #i enjoyed a lot of the programs she made for team japan this season #(but if those spirals were held for just a little longer it would be perfect) #(ps. sorry this took so long...some stuff came up and i don't have as much free time this week as i thought i would)

[unluckyhoneybee]

5 times with Mick Schumacher.

Five times that defined your pregnancy and new parenthood with Mick. Fluff.

Note: Requested. It's gonna be a baby boy because Mick gives me the older boy younger girl vibes.

Ps: Oh the baby fever.

It's a 1 single part thing.

Warning: mentions of unplanned pregnancy; young mum; mentions of birth.

First time: when you told him.

Everything was new. Mick and I hadn't been dating for long. Not even a year. So when I took the test at my best friend's house and it came positive, my world broke into pieces. We were young, we had only been dating for a few months and his career was starting now.

"Can you come over? I-I want to tell you something"

He was scared when he arrived, hugged me with shaky hands and barely kissed me.

"Mick, there is something I need to tell you" I said sitting in front of him in the sofa. I had cried a lot during the day and I had a bad headache.

"D-do you want to break up?"

I needed a minute to register what he said.

"No..."

His face lit and he sat closer to me, grabbing my hands.

"Then"

"I-I'm pregnant" I barely whispered.

He gasped and looked at you with big blue eyes.

"W-what?"

"I'm sorry"

He jumped when I broke down crying and hugged me.

"No, no. Don't be. Don't be, baby. It's not your fault"

I sobbed on his shoulder, clinging hard into his clothes.

"Baby, no... Don't cry. Listen to me. We will solve this." He kissed my temple over and over again and I felt myself calming. He pulled me to his lap and cuddled me tight on his chest.

We waited in silence until both of us had calmed enough.

"Hey..."

I looked up at him. He was slightly pale and his hands were shaking.

"It will go well. You'll see. We will talk through this. We have some time yet. We can see what is better for us. I love you and I won't leave you alone in this"

"I love you so much"

Second time: the first ultrasound and the heartbeat.

I had Mick's hand on mine. We were in the waiting room on that clinic Corinna had recommended us.

We had talked about it. We had talked to our families and closest friends, trying to get all the advices and points of view as possible. We were young and it was a big thing. But we had decided to keep it. We were sure and everyone had been supportive. Money wasn't a problem and the baby would sure had a good life, we would just need to make some career sacrifices, but nothing that couldn't be done later.

I was nervous. It was the first real ultrasound, they would tell us if the baby was okay. At seven weeks, the baby was really small, I was barely showing, but the heartbeat should already be there so I was nervous and excited.

I was playing with Mick's fingers and he looked at me.

"You look perfect." He whispered.

I rolled my eyes. He was head over heels. He had nothing but sweet words for me now.

"Don't put that face. You do."

"YN YSN"

A nurse called me. I breathed deeply and Mick kissed my cheek. "Let's go, babe"

We got to the room and the doctor smiled at us.

"Hi, YN. You must be Mick."

"Yes. Nice to meet you"

"Congratulations"

Mick nodded politely. "Thank you"

"Fine. You can sit, YN. And lift your t-shirt. Mick you can take that chair."

As the doctor asked about symptoms, how the pregnancy felt and other stuff, Mick slides his hand to my shoulder, and when she finally got closer and put the gel on my belly, he grabbed my hand.

"Are we ready?"

I nodded.

She pressed the machine to my belly and started moving it. She spent some minutes trying to look for the baby, worry growing on my chest and Mick's hand tighter on mine.

"Oh! Baby was hiding a bit!"

I let a breath out and Mick kissed my cheek.

"Well, meet your baby." I finally saw the shape she was pointing at. "This would be the head and this..."

I stopped hearing. My eyes filled with tears and I had to cover my mouth. It was the right decision. I wanted this with Mick.

"YN, babe. Hey..." He cleaned my tears.

"Sorry, the hormones..." I said chuckling.

Mick kissed my cheek.

"Everything seems correct. Let's hear the heartbeat."

Mick's grab on my became tighter. If there was no heartbeat...

The doctor worked on it and suddenly...

"Oh wow..." Mick giggled.

It could be heard perfectly. Tum-tum, tum-tum. That was the first real thing we had from our baby.

"It's strong. The baby is healthy."

Mick pressed his head against mine and looked at the screen. That was our baby.

The doctor left me to get cleaned while she spoke to Mick, him asking a lot of questions because he was super worried.

"Yes. We will check her during the pregnancy, so I will tell her when she should stop traveling. Don't worry about that"

"And the nausea? She is having a hard time"

"It will go in a few weeks. Try to give her some ginger tea. It helps"

"Nice, thanks."

My heart was beating so fast. We had only knew for three weeks, but he was already the best dad and boyfriend.

I hugged his side and he showed me what the doctor had given him.

"It's the baby" She had given him a copy of the ultrasound.

"Oh, thank you very much"

"So I can have them in my wallet when I'm away"

Third time: the first kick.

He was there, on the points again only a week after. I was covering my mouth, a big smile on my face and tears on my eyes. Louise, Kevin's wife, and Laura were with me watching the end of the race.

By instinct I rested my hand on my belly, bigger now, enough to show on my sundress.

I saw Mick walking to us, big smile on his face and helmet hanging on his hand.

"Babe!"

I went and hugged him, who grabbed me and spun me around.

"I'm so proud of you" I cupped his cheeks and kissed him. And suddenly, I got that weird feeling again. It had happened twice already, but know you were sure what it was.

"Mick. Mick, hey."

"What?"

I took his hand and pressed it to my belly.

"Wait"

It didn't took long. The baby kicked then and both of us gasped with a smile.

"It's him?"

"Yes, I think so. I have felt it during the whole day, but it's getting stronger" I said softly as I looked at his hand on my belly. It was so big compared to mine and I couldn't stop thinking about how baby Hugo would look on them.

"Is Hugo kicking?" He asked a bit incredoulous.

"Yes, babe" I looked down. "Baby Hugo is so happy because Dad is doing so good, right?"

He kicked again and Mick dropped on his knees.

"Hi, Hugo. Um- I did it for you. Because I knew mum and you were here and I wanted you to feel proud of me. You are still in mum's belly, but I want you to see me on TV and be you favorite driver. Just like Granpa is mine."

A tear fell down my cheek as I touched his hair.

"Oh baby"

"I love you both. Too much. A lot."

"Mick! YN!"

Mick jumped.

"Hey, Seb!" He gestured the older driver to get closer. "Hugo is kicking!"

Some people around cheered and congratulated us, making Mick glow in happiness.

Seb hugged me and asked for permission before touching my belly.

"Can't wait to meet the third generation"

When Seb left and Mick hugged me, he whispered on my ear:

"Seb will be the God-father, right?"

Forth time: When the baby met Angie.

Slightly in pain, I sat on the sofa.

"Hey, Angie. Look what Mum and Dad did for you"

I giggled when Mick knelt on the floor, Hugo wrapped in a blanket and sleeping on his chest.

Angie walked closer and sniffed the air.

"Come here, sweetie. Come and meet Hugo"

The dog took some cautious steps more and her nose touched the blanket.

Hugo moved and Angie took a step back.

"It's okay. He is just a baby. Come here. You have to take care of him."

Angie finally got closer and Mick laid Hugo on his lap. The dog sniffed the baby and looked at Mick.

"He is cute, right?"

I was tired, almost falling asleep on the sofa but wanting to keep my eyes open to see what I had in front of me.

Angie howled a bit and tried to lick Hugo's face.

"Oh no, Angie. Soon. He is to young now"

Mick was so tender. The way he treated Hugo had been nothing but perfect. Now he was there with Angie and was looking at Hugo as if he was the most precious thing in the world, and I had nothing to do but cry a little.

"You will play with him a lot, right?"

Angie barked as if saying yes. Poor Hugo got scared and whined.

"Oops. It's okay, Hugo. It's just Angie. You will be besties soon" He cuddled Hugo on his chest and looked at me with a smile. He was the happiest. It could be seen on his eyes.

Fifth time: his first Father's day morning.

"Shhhh. Baby you will wake Dad"

Hugo was grabbing my hand, clumsily walking and babbling as we got closer to Mick's and I room. On my other hand, I had a little gift for Mick.

I opened the door and Hugo giggled.

Mick as sleeping with Angie on the bed. He was shirtless and his hair was messy. He looked so perfect.

"Dad"

"Yes, baby. Let's go and wake Dad"

I walked Hugo to the bed, he wast that good at walking to go alone. I put the gift down and helped Hugo up on the bed.

Mick moved a bit and Hugo giggled. He had grown so much and was a mini Schumacher. He looked so much like his family, it was insane. Seb was so right. A third generation by all terms. Looks, personality...

Hugo jumped on Mick and Mick woke up scared.

"Dad!"

"Oh buddy! You scared me"

"Dad! Dad!"

I knelt on the bed and leaned to kissed Mick.

"Happy Father's day! For the first time!"

He laughed and hugged us close, kissing our cheeks.

"Thank you very very much."

Hugo giggled and pinched Mick's cheeks. I laid on his side and and kissed our baby's chubby face.

"Wanna give dad his gift?"

"Yes!"

"Oh baby, you didn't need to"

"Shh"

I gave him the box.

"Okay, do you want to help dad?" Mick

Hugo helped Mick with the paper, leaving the bed covered in little pieces. Angie was also there, observing and waiting as the good girl she was.

"Oh" Mick said.

Hugo and I had done it together. It was a little clay pendant, painted in blue and with our fingerprints. It had been a bit difficult and we had tried so many times, but it was cute.

"It both of you?"

"Yeah. So you can always have us with you"

Mick cupped my cheek and kissed my lips.

"I love you baby. It's the best Father's Day gift."

"Dad!"

"Kisses for you too"

Mick grabbed Hugo and kissed all over his face, making the boy laugh hard.

Hugo made him stop. Mick hadn't shaved in a bit and he was tickling him. Mick was so happy.

"Put it on"

I put the necklace on Mick and kissed his cheek. He smiled and me and then turned to Hugo.

"Hey Hugo. Wanna go and see grandpa?"

Same gift as in Danny's blurb for Mother's Day but I'm a sucker for little details with huge meaning so. Just give me a shitty necklace and I will keep it safe for my whole life.

#Mick Schumacher #dad!driver #Ms #Fic #Fluff #5times

[khaleesiofalicante]

Some time ago someone sent an ask talking about how much they admire Magnus’ strength in tlnd for being able to finally remove himself from toxic environments and knowing his limits.

I’ve been think about that since i read tlnd for the first (of many) time.

It must’ve hurt so bad and I can’t help but envy Magnus for being able to do that…

Just over a year ago I met someone who came to mean SO much to me in such short time. We got too close too quickly and I truly care about her from the bottom of my heart. She isn’t a saint or an angel or some incredibly good person but I loved her so much. The thing is that we aren’t good for each other. We both knew our relationship would end up hurting us both but we still continued. Keep in mind we never dated… we weren’t even “talking” we were just friends but it always felt like there was something more between us (at least to me).

We had an argument. It was a simple disagreement but she took it too far because she thought that’s what I was doing as well. I told her we’re done. She was sad. I felt confused… i wasn’t sad but I wasn’t particularly happy. After about one week of no contact I sent her a note asking if she’d tell me what’s on the test (she had it on that day and I had it the day after). She said she would in exchange of being friends again and that was that. When she told me the stuff she was nice about it but I couldn’t help but be bitter. She had told everyone and was openly bitter while I had to keep it all to myself. That made her mad. Tonight we’re going to talk and I think I need to fully breakup with her for good.

We arent good for each other. She is hurting me in more than one way and I can’t let her get in the way of my academic success. I’m tired. She got so many unnecessary people involved and never listens. I know I’d be doing the right thing but I’m so fucking scared. We have a lot of mutual friends (that she has been bad mouthing me to) and I don’t wanna lose all of them. As hard as that is to admit, I don’t wanna be alone at school. It’s scary. I can’t believe I ever loved her. She totally led me on.

Wanting to explain our entire relationship will be way too long (and painful) but I don’t know if I should do it. Just because I know it’s the right thing for me doesn’t make it any easier to do. I don’t want to go back to being friends and pretending like nothing happened. I was open to doing that because I thought she was getting close to crossing a line but I think she has already crossed it.

Oh my love. I'm so sorry this happened to you. Getting your heart and trust broken by someone you loved dearly is literally the worst thing ever. I'm sending you a lot of love.

I'm so happy (and so fucking proud) to see you so self-aware. This kind of self-awareness often comes from trauma and pain. But if you are learning how to be and do better from books (from Magnus!) and from the world around you, that's amazing. Good for you.

It's never easy to walk away from something. Whether it's good or bad. Walking away requires strength. Walking away from something you want to hold onto requires even more strength.

I won't lie to you and say it's gonna feel better. You know it won't. It's bullshit. But we do it not because it will make us feel better but because we don't have to regret it in the future.

I know you are scared of losing your friends and your social circle. I hope they will go easy and will be empathetic. You absolutely don't have to say the 'whole story' or 'explain yourself' to retain your friends. If these friends choose someone who likes to badmouth, then that's their choice.

PS - telling someone 'i will help you if you will give me what i want' is a big red flag. bad mouthing and shit talking someone the moment they set up boundaries and call out your bullshit is even a bigger red flag. I'm glad you can see through it.

i hope the talk goes well. i'm here if you want to rant or scream or cry x

#support

[a-tiny-speck-of-dust]

have you ever wondered what the sound of a broken heart is like?

Word count: 1,8K

Note: I've been keeping this fic locked in my basement for idk how long at this point. This supposed to be the backstory of one of my ocs for a personal writing project I'm currently working on. But, later on, I read it and was like "Hey, this isn't so bad! I think we can post it somewhere" so I decided to post it here on my dusty tumblr. Please be nice bcs this is the first fic I ever posted here, and do tell me just in case there are any tw that I missed and/or should be added to the tags. Also, English is not my first language, so I apologize in advance in case there are any mistakes. I hope you will enjoy this story as much as I do and everyone has a great day/night ahead. Love, Lan ❤️

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ps: Since I briefly mention the term Handlers and Entities from my personal writing project, I'd explain it shortly here:

Handler - a human with supernatural power under an organization specialized in dealing with malevolent Entities.

Entities - the umbrella term I used to call supernatural being.

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The life of an immortal is a life of boredom. At least, that’s what I thought after witnessing countless sunsets and sunrises my whole life as a shrine guardian.

I have served the gods and helped humans with their seemingly endless problems. I gained a few tails for bringing honor to the gods by helping humans and lost some for playing tricks on them.

Good times.

But, people come and go. Time has changed and the gods are long forgotten, while I’m trapped in time and remain the same.

These days it feels easier to live as a fox. Food has never been a problem and having an entire shrine to myself isn't as bad as I once imagined. Things get quiet, though, when the youngsters decide that it is not a good time for a ghost-hunting night. They're all pretty amusing.

Old people visit the shrine occasionally, trying their best to preserve a tradition that is beyond saving. Some bring their grandchildren, but that’s most likely to be their first and last time visiting.

I did remember one kid. A little girl who seemed interested in everything around the shrine. There was a time when her grandmother took her to the shrine every weekend for a few years. Then one day they left and never came back. Shortly after, I heard that the grandmother passed away and the girl returned to the city with her parents.

We immortals were accustomed to losing something or someone permanently. So, I never thought I would ever see you walk into my shrine's gate again.

But, you did.

You looked different. How long has it been since your last visit? I wanted to ask, but I didn’t dare to scare you away. Not when the gods gave me a chance to see you once again.

The curiosity in your eyes was still the same as before. But I can see more than just curiosity in there. I just don't know what it is.

Despair? Hope?

Your eyes lit up when our eyes met and you smiled at me. I had no idea that I was going to miss your smile so much.

“Good morning, Mr. Fox.” You said, reaching for something from your pocket. “Would you like some treats?”

Some cat food.

“Sorry, I only have that with me right now.”

What are you apologizing for? I thought, munching the food happily as if I hadn’t finished a whole pigeon for breakfast a few hours ago.

“I hope you don’t mind if I take a look inside.” You told me before you bowed toward the gate and walked through it.

There’s nothing left in this shrine besides the hall of worship and some stuff that hasn’t been stolen yet. You can’t even do the cleansing ritual because the water has dried out. But, you make sure to do whatever you can to be respectful. Your grandmother would be so proud of you.

The last time I saw someone pray in my shrine, they asked for so many things all at once. I wonder if the gods even remembered all of it. There were also those people who came just to ask for one thing but felt the need to repeat it many times for the prayer to be answered.

You, on the other hand, wish for nothing. You might look like you did on the outside, but you just stood there to pay your respect to the gods and nothing else.

When you turned around, I expected another goodbye and centuries of guilt for not even trying to talk to you. Instead, you waved at me and told me you’ll be back tomorrow with better food.

I don't usually expect much, but at that time I really hoped it wasn't just meaningless pleasantries.

But, you kept your promise and came back with food and some tools.

“I asked the neighborhood association if I could fix this place and they told me to do whatever I want. So I did.” You were crouching in front of me with a big grin. “I hope you didn’t mind that too.”

This place needs a little renovation anyway. I thought as I finished the food you brought for me.

From that day, you started to come almost every day. Sometimes you brought a friend, but most of the time you came by yourself.

For the first time in a very long time, I was waiting for the sun to rise so I could see you and listen to your stories. 

Only to lose you again as a result of my carelessness.

The painful memory is engraved in my head. The day I left to find you a parting gift and returned late.

If you ever wondered what a broken heart sounds like, mine rang in my ears. Like two small bells held together by a thread. Clattered to the ground as it slipped from my mouth when I saw you laying on the ground, under the sacred tree where I used to wait for you to come.

There were cuts and bruises all over your body. Your clothes were torn in several places and stained with blood. 

I have lived as a fox for so long I thought I had forgotten how to return to my human form. But, I remembered sprinting across the narrow path to you with fear creeping up my spine like a static shock when I pulled you into my arms.

I didn’t know how I turned back my hind legs to a pair of human legs and how my claws turned back to a pair of hands. All I know is your cold and limp body with your heartbeat so faint I could barely feel it. 

“Mr. Fox?” You whispered hopefully.

I nodded. “I was late, please forgive me.”

Your pale lips curved into a teasing grin, looking as beautiful as ever even when your soul slowly left your body. “I always knew you weren’t just an ordinary fox.”

Anger tightened my chest as I caressed your cheek where I could see the color of life fade away from you in slow motion. Who dared to do such a heinous thing to you in my shrine? 

“I’ll save you, please stay with me.” My voice was hoarse and shaky. I haven’t heard my voice for ages, but I’m glad I can finally use it to talk to you.

“No need, Mr. Fox.” Your brown eyes glowed under the sunlight as you tried to preserve every detail of my face in your memory. “It wouldn’t work the way you wanted.”

It was painful to look into your eyes.  How come they were so full of life even on the verge of death?

“It’s a shame that I can only see the real you at times like this.” You slowly reached towards me, touching my face with the tips of your cold fingers as hot tears streamed down my cheeks.

“I shouldn’t have left you alone,” I sobbed, holding your hand close to my cheek. “I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be.” You replied with another faint smile. “My departure won’t be permanent. You should have known that better than me.”

“But, how long should I wait?” My voice cracked as I cried, the thought of living my old life without you makes my heart ache. “What if … what if you don’t—”

I cursed myself for not being born a human. I cursed the gods who brought us together just to take you away from me and forced me to live a very long life just to lose everything I ever had.

“I’ll be back,” you assured me. “And you’ll wait for me, won’t you?”

Your pretty smile faded away from your face as the last drop of your soul left me alone in my shrine with your lifeless body.

“I will,” I replied, kissing your knuckles. Wondering if you were still around to hear me.

I embraced you for the last time and buried you under the same tree. I spent days mourning for you, pouring out all my grief until there was only anger left.

Once the rage took over me, I searched the whole village to avenge your death. But, killing the culprit didn’t ease the pain like I thought it would.

So, I made the entire shrine your grave and put curses on anyone who dared to enter. I lashed my anger at the trespasser just to feel something that I hoped could fill the space you left in my heart.

I created quite a riot since you left me. 

Until a young boy came to the shrine one day. He was an 18-year-old boy from the city. Even though he looked like a mere human, I knew better that he wasn’t.

A Handler always smells different from humans.

“You have caused a lot of trouble to the neighbors, don’t you know?” He asked politely, far more mature than any other grown-ups I ever encountered.

“They deserved it,” I told him. “And you would too if you don’t leave this place immediately.”

The boy ignored my threats and turned to look at your grave. A shiver ran down my spine as he took a step closer to you.

“Don’t you dare come near her!” I warned him. A Handler would be hard to kill, but I won’t let him mess with you too.

The boy stopped before he reached your grave and kneeled in front of it. He lowered his head and mumbled a prayer that I hadn't heard in a long time.

A prayer that wishes you a safe journey.

“I’ve met a lot of Entities like you, Mr. Fox.” He said afterward, still on his knees. “But, you can’t just wait here and hurt people until her return. Don’t you want to tell her your stories too?”

His words linger in my ears for a moment. I wonder how the thought of your return can instantly soothe my anger.

“The world is cruel, I admitted it.” The boy added as he stood up. “I know for sure I would probably be long gone myself once my parents returned from their departure, but you? You will be around once she comes back, won’t you?”

A gentle breeze caresses my cheek. For a moment, I think I can feel your presence around me. 

“Come with me to the city.” The boy said. “So that you won't run out of stories to tell when she finally returns.” 

And that’s the story of how a young boy saved me from my grief. I still have a lot of stories to tell you.  How I met my friends and my newfound family. The city indeed has a lot of stories.

I can’t wait to sit by your side again once you return. Until then, I will pray for you to have a safe journey too.

-AN END TO A NEW BEGINNING

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#atinyspeckofdust #writeblr #original writing #WIP #fiction #urban fantasy #angst #reincarnation #nameless ocs #tw blood #tw death

[seriouslysnape]

Hi, love! Could I request something with Snape and a female reader? They dating but lately, Snape is busy with work and the reader doesn't want to disturb him or tell him she needs attention because she's quite shy and doesn't want to be a burden. But when she finally gathered the courage to tell him, he's quite surprised she missed his affection so much. Smut or just fluff whatever you feel like writing will be nice! Don't feel pressure to write it if you don't like that idea. Thank you and have a great day! (PS: I miss Alan Rickman so much T^T such an amazing actor! Ps2: Because of you I started to be a Lupin girl like whaaat he so sweet, I love how you are writing him!) 🖤💚

This is SO sweet. Like SO SWEET. And also, I was the same way! I didn’t start REALLY liking Lupin until I started reading Lupin stuff!

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Time for You

Severus Snape x Fem. Reader

Warnings: Smut, Oral sex.

Word Count: 1,891

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to snap at you.”

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Communication is always a crucial step in maintaining a healthy, successful relationship. You knew that making your needs, wants, concerns, etc. verbally known was very important.

You were bored. Plain and simple, you were completely stricken with absolutely nothing to do while Severus remained holed away in his office. You would think that a school instructor would take the summers off, but Severus had a plan to change his usual class curriculum, so he had been working around the clock to create a brand new Potions class.

He had been staying busy for the first few weeks of summer, working several hours a day in his home office. Severus was always very in the zone when he worked. He tuned mostly everything out, only taking a break when he couldn’t stay awake or needed to eat or use the restroom. It was a monotonous cycle that had made your home life boring, and had taken a toll on your summer vacation.

He didn’t realize that he had been rather distant, and that he hadn’t shown you much attention at all. It didn’t help that you were too timid to actually speak up and say anything to him. You had always had a hard time expressing your wants and needs to Severus. You never wanted to come off too clingy or too pushy. You hated to ever interrupt him while he worked, so for the most part, you had stayed quiet. You didn’t want to get on his nerves or upset him.

Although, you could probably count the times he’s actually been upset with you on one hand.

You were growing more and more needy for him with each passing day. You missed his touch, his voice, and his hands on you. You just wanted him to pay attention to you, just for a little while.

You paced outside of his office, trying to encourage yourself to go talk to him. He was your boyfriend after all, and effective communication was important. Severus always expressed to you how he wanted you to tell him if you needed something. He wanted you to be happy and content, but if there was something that was making you unhappy, you had to be the one to tell him.

You took a deep breath, building up the courage to go talk to him. If nothing else, maybe you could steal a quick make out session.

You slowly pushed the door open to reveal Severus scribbling away on some parchment at his desk. He had stacks of lesson plans for the upcoming school year and a list of new materials that students would need. He had been going hard at this for a while. You just wished he’d take a break. You peeked your head in.

“Severus?” You called out to him.

His head didn’t turn to you. His body language gave no indication that he had heard you at all. You fully entered the room, closing the door gently behind you. You approached him from behind, gingerly resting your hands on his shoulders. His entire frame relaxed at the feel of such a soothing touch. He sighed lightly.

“Hello, darling.” He greeted, pausing his writing for a moment.

You rubbed his shoulders, drawing soft groans from him.

“How’s it going in here?” You asked.

“Quite well actually. I’m happy with the progress I’ve made.” He replied.

You pressed a kiss to the top of his head, his black hair was soft on your lips. Your hands moved from his shoulders so you could run your fingers through his charcoal colored locks. You massaged at his scalp as he continued to work, talking to him sweetly.

“It’s a beautiful day outside. It’s warm and the sky is clear.” You pointed out to him.

His eyes shifted from his desk to the window. He hadn’t even taken a moment to look at the perfect summer weather. It had been an unusually pretty summer, and you hated that Severus was spending it cooped up in his dark office. The two of you should be having a picnic under your favorite oak tree, or even feeding ducks by the lake. He was missing out on such a flawless summer. That only prompted you further to get him away from his loads of work and actually enjoy his time off.

“Oh, it sure is,” He announced; “You should get out of the house for a bit. Take a walk through the park, yes?” He suggested.

You took a breath.

“I want you to come with me, love.” You requested, pulling his hair carefully behind his ears.

A sigh resonated from his chest. He’d love nothing more than to break away from his desk that he had shackled himself to and soak up the outside freshness with you, but he had convinced himself that he simply had too much to do.

“I need to work. I’ll never be ready by September if I fail to keep working.” He said, still writing with his favorite quill that you had given him as a birthday gift.

He didn’t seem to notice that you were hinting at something. Over the years, he had learned how to gauge your behaviors and your moods to notice when you wanted something, but he still encouraged you to tell him yourself. Now though, he was so occupied that he didn’t notice at all. You felt a twinge of annoyance that he wasn’t taking you more seriously, which is what caused you to blurt out rather sternly.

“Severus, please.” You begged.

Your breath caught in your throat the moment the words left your mouth and Severus’ quill stopped scratching. You had surely gotten his attention, because you were never one to snarl at him like that. He set his quill down completely, turning in his chair to look back at you. You were stunned still, surprised at yourself for having such an involuntary reaction.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to snap at you.” You apologized, giving in to the urge to leave him to keep working.

You went to walk away, feeling as though you had totally crossed a line. This was always the sort of thing you tried to avoid; getting upset and possibly causing an argument. You weren’t the best when it came to confrontation, so you tried your best to maneuver around it. Before you could make any real progress to leave the room, a hand caught your wrist.

“Wait. Don’t go,” He pleaded, standing from his desk; “What’s the matter, [Y/N]?”

He knew now that you were trying to tell him something, but he wanted to see if he could get you to tell him without him having to figure it out himself. He saw the way your eyes shifted to your feet. He didn’t want you to shut down on him when he knew you wanted something.

“Please, tell me.” He added, bringing your head back so you’d look at him.

You bit your lip hesitantly. You didn’t want to seem like you were nagging him or overly pushy. But that didn’t make the fact that you were craving for his affection any less true.

“I miss you.” You finally confessed.

Severus’ expression softened even more than it was already. He could hear the desperation and longing in your voice. You were feeling neglected, and he felt guilty for not making you feel appreciated. He did appreciate you in all aspects. He adored you and he loved you. It wasn’t fair that you were feeling this way.

He was rather astonished that you had missed him enough to speak up in such a way. That’s how he knew that you were really missing him.

“Oh, my dear. Why didn’t you say anything sooner?” He questioned, caressing your smooth cheek,

You gave a simple shrug.

“I didn’t want to bother you.” You explained.

“You never bother me. I always want you to feel comfortable talking to me.” He invigorated.

You nodded into his hand, an internal cheer of victory playing in your head when he lowered his head to kiss you. His lips caught yours in a sensual way, making up for all the lost kisses from the last several weeks. You were stealing kisses from him left and right, making his heart flutter with desire. Before you knew it, you were greedily making out and he had swept you away through the house to your bedroom.

You fell onto your back onto the mattress as he continued to kiss you deeply and roughly. The noises flowing from your chest were nothing less than eager and craving. You reached for his belt, the clinking noise of it releasing was enough to get you totally excited. He pushed your hand away, a ravishing chuckle rumbling from his chest as he briefly stopped kissing you.

“This is all about you, darling.” He growled.

His lips detached from your skin, his body shimmying downwards, his face just inches away from your heated sex. He draped your legs over his shoulders as his tongue wasted no time licking a heavy stripe and your hearty whimper filled the room. He sucked and kissed as one of your hands was steady on his head to prohibit him from going too far, while the other was pressed against the headboard behind your. It felt like electricity was crackling all through your body as he mercilessly pleasured your.

“Oh, fuck...you’ve got quite the mouth, Professor.” You tried to laugh, but it came out as another moan.

Obviously this wasn't the first time you had ever been in this situation with him. But it still surprised you every time.

His chuckle vibrated against you, his voice muffled slightly;

“You better believe it.”

He knew your body backwards and forwards, which is why he put his arm over your waist to keep you from squirming too much. He smirked as he felt your muscles contract against his hold. It was a damn hot sight to see. His face buried between your legs, his tongue and lips working wonders on the woman he adored so much. Normally, he’d hold off on letting you cum. He’d slow his movements to tantalize you and make you beg. But you deserved what you wanted after these weeks.

“Severus, please...” You said feeling your legs begin to shake as his movements didn’t slow.

“I’ve got you, baby.” He spoke.

Your head fell back onto the pillow as a flash of white covered your vision. Your legs tightened on his shoulders as you crashed over your high. He continued to suck your and work you through it. He licked and swallowed your cum and lapped up your release. His name fell from your lips once more as you felt yourself settling back to normal. He grinned once your breathing attempted to slow, he returned to your side. You supposed that you owed him now, but that’d come later. He kissed you less harshly than before, you could taste yourself on his tongue.

“I love you.” You breathed out, sucking on his neck.

“I love you too.” He returned.

He hummed as you left a few hickeys on his neck. His lips finding yours soon after. He was making it a goal to stay as close to you as possible for the rest of the summer.

Potions class could definitely wait.

#severus snape #severus snape x reader #severus #severus snape x y/n #severus snape x you #professor snape #professor snape x you #professor snape x reader #alan rickman #Harry Potter #harry potter snape #snape smut #severus snape smut #severus snape x female reader

[mymoonagedaydream]

ps, idk what the biker/college bucky story will include but i can throw out the idea of doing the modern day army veteran Bucky as a one shot or something? or whatever you don't include in the series lol

Recluse

Summary: You barely even expected to get a conversation out of Steve’s reclusive roommate, never mind anything more than that.

Pairing: Modern Veteran!Bucky x y/n

Word Count: 2.8k

Warnings: Language, smut references, references to military service

Author’s Note: You bet your butt I can do that for you anon. This one really got out of hand idk what happened man I couldn’t stop.

---

You’d been living with your friend Sharon for a couple of years now, and it was still going pretty well.

Your ground-floor apartment was very compact, but she was so considerate and easy to get on with, you barely even noticed the lack of space. She cooked for you occasionally, always paid rent on time, even did your laundry without being asked.

You just couldn’t help thinking that things were much more fun when you were both single.

Nothing much had changed in your life, you were still a lone wolf, but she’d been with Steve for almost six months now and you barely ever saw her anymore. 

Most nights you were just left to your own devices, clattering around the apartment like some sad old spinster.

It got to the point where, one Friday when you got home from work, you heard Steve and Sharon talking in the kitchen and got excited at the prospect of just having some company for the evening.

Sharon almost jumped on you as soon as you walked in. ‘Y/n! Are you free tonight?’

‘Yeah, totally, completely. You guys sticking around?’

‘You think he’d ever agree to that?.’

‘We were actually thinking of going out for some drinks. You in?’ You contemplated for a second, not wanting to come across too eager, then gave her an enthusiastic nod.

As she grinned back at you, you saw an idea dawn on her. ‘Steve, you should totally bring Bucky.’

Sharon frowned in resignation. You had no idea who they were talking about, their conversation going completely over your head.

Steve went home to change, leaving you and Sharon with a couple hours to get ready before heading out, so you thought you might as well try to probe a little deeper.

‘Who’s Bucky?’ You asked casually, sitting on her bed, watching her hold dress after dress up to herself in the mirror.  

‘Steve’s roommate.’

‘I didn’t know Steve had a roommate?’

‘I’d be more surprised if you did.’ She turned towards you. ‘In six months I’ve only met him twice.’

Your eyebrows darted up. She spent so much time at Steve’s place, that made no sense at all. 

‘What? Why?’

‘I’m pretty sure he makes a point to avoid people generally.’ She flopped herself down next to you on the bed, her tone lowering to one of deep sincerity. ‘He was in the army with Steve. Apparently he just really struggled to adapt when they got back, collapsed in on himself for a while. I think he’s a mechanic now but Steve is still the only person he really speaks to.’

‘Shit, that’s awful.’

She gave a grim nod and shrugged slightly, before standing back up and starting to get changed. 

You figured you should do the same, shuffling back to your room and finally taking off your work clothes, relieved at the thought of getting out of the apartment for the evening.

Just as you were about to leave, Sharon’s phone pinged.

‘Holy shit.’

‘What?’ You’d never seen her look so shocked. She put her index finger up at you while quickly typing something back. ‘You’re killing me here Sharon, what the hell is going on?’

‘Bucky’s coming.’

---

You managed to find a cramped table in the back of the bar. Sharon made you wait for Steve to arrive before ordering drinks, because for some reason he always insisted on buying the first round.

About ten minutes after you arrived, she glanced over to the door, grinned and waved her hand above her head. Following her gaze, you saw Steve pushing through the crowd, followed closely by a statuesque, tower of a man.

Studying him intently as he approached, you noticed how visibly uncomfortable he was, his jaw clenched tight and his hands folded into slowly whitening fists. You let your eyes dance over his huge shoulders and wide chest, feeling your stomach flip a little as he got closer.

‘Hey guys. Sharon, you remember Buck?’ Steve gave his friend a proud pat on the shoulder. Sharon nodded and grinned at Bucky, getting only a short, tight smile in return. ‘And this is y/n.’

Looking up to his face, his sharp blue eyes briefly met yours, prompting you to quickly avert your gaze. He looked tense enough without you gawping at him.

‘Nice to meet you.’ You adopted the friendliest tone possible, doing your best to put him at ease.

Steve went to grab some drinks and Sharon volunteered to help him, leaving you at the table with Bucky, bracing yourself for some intensely awkward small talk.

‘So, you’re a mechanic?’ He nodded. ‘Do you enjoy it?’ Another nod.

Alright, he obviously wasn’t in the mood for chatting. 

Christ. If you didn’t break free from this spinster shit soon, that’s exactly where you’d end up.

You didn’t want to force it if he wasn’t comfortable, you could happily sit in silence if that’s what he’d prefer.

You moved your eyes to scan the room, eventually landing on an older woman propping herself up at the bar, downing martinis, eyeing up young men and wobbling on her insanely high heels.

‘What do you do?’

It was barely a mumble, you hardly heard it over the bar’s background music. 

Your eyes returned to Bucky’s face, meeting his hesitant gaze.

‘I work in HR, so boring admin stuff mainly.’ He nodded slightly, his eyes flicking nervously between the table and your face. ‘But occasionally I get to use the shredder, which is pretty rad.’

He cracked a brief smile, the sight of it giving you a wave of goosebumps. ‘Sounds thrilling.’

‘I’ve never been here before, have you?’ You were determined to keep this conversation going, especially if there was a chance that you’d be able to make him smile again.

‘No. I haven’t been to any bars recently.’

‘You’ve got quite a bit of catching up to do then.’

Resting your head on your hand, you gave him a mischievous smirk, and felt a little smug as you noticed his shoulders relax slightly and the corners of his mouth curl upwards.

Hours passed, the bar called last orders, and the four of you traipsed out to begin walking home.

Then Steve and Sharon came back with the drinks, pretty effectively ruining the moment you’d been setting up.

Bucky went quiet again, keeping to himself for most of the evening, only speaking when spoken to. You felt his gaze fall on you occasionally, but each time you tried to meet his eyes they were quickly averted.

‘Oh hey, I forgot to ask.’ Steve gestured towards you. ‘Sharon said you went to visit your parents last weekend? How was that?’

‘I couldn’t go in the end, my car's fucked. It’s my own fault, everyday there was a new rattling sound but just ignored it.’

‘I’ll take a look at it.’ Your eyes snapped over to Bucky, a little shocked at how enthusiastically he’d come out with that. ‘If you want.’

You gave him a wide smile. ‘Wow, yeah, that’d be amazing. Thank you.’

---

A few days later, you were faced with another evening alone while Sharon was at Steve’s.

You unenthusiastically pulled a ready meal out of the fridge and poked some holes in the plastic, shoving it in the microwave and reaching for the half-empty bottle of wine on the counter.

‘Hi. Sorry. I was coming this way and Sharon said you’d be in, I thought I could take a look at your car?’

Just as you went to grab a glass out of the cupboard, you were stopped by a faint knock at the front door.

Shuffling over and yanking it open, you saw Bucky standing on your doorstep, looking just as uncomfortable as he did walking into that bar.

You were a little embarrassed that he’d caught in your pyjamas at 6:30, but that feeling was hugely outweighed with how pleased you were to see him.

‘Yeah, great.’ You gave him a warm smile. ‘I’ll just grab my keys.’

You found your gaze pretty quickly drawn to his arms, propping him up as he leant over the machinery like thick, hefty tree trunks. It was amazing how entranced you were by them, but considering how long it’d been since you’d even brushed past an attractive male, it made sense. God the things you’d let him do, if he-

You slipped on your shoes and led him over to the rustbucket, badly parked on the street outside. He flicked open the bonnet and immediately started tinkering.

You had less than no idea what was happening, but it looked very impressive.

‘Could you start it up?’ His deep voice pulled you out of your hazy fantasies.

‘Hmm? Oh, yeah.’

You tried your best to hide how flustered you were as you climbed into the driver's seat and turned the key. An intense rattling started, which he listened to for a second before signalling for you to turn it off and closing the bonnet.

‘You were right, it needs a lot of work. It’s definitely not safe to drive.’

‘Shit, stuck with the bus then.’ You sighed and climbed out, slamming the door behind you. ‘Thank you so much, you really didn’t have to do this. I appreciate it.’

‘Anytime.’ He smiled politely, taking a couple steps backwards before turning, dropping his head and starting to walk away.

‘You can come in for a drink if you want?’ You called after him, a little shocked at your boldness but not at all mad about it. He spun round. ‘It’s the least I can do.’

He took a sip and turned himself slightly to face you. ‘Look, if you bring your car to the shop where I work, I can probably keep the price down.’

His polite smile evolved into a wide grin as he nodded, following you inside.

You grabbed him a beer from the fridge and gestured for him to join you on the couch, smiling to yourself at how nervous he seemed as he balanced himself right on the edge of the seat.

‘Are you sure?’ He nodded. ‘That's so nice, you barely even know me.’

He looked a little sheepish at that, scurrying around for his words. ‘Sharon was pretty keen for me to come take a look, it’s probably best to keep Steve’s girlfriend on side, y’know.’

‘Oh I do know, Sharon can be terrifying.’ You both chuckled as Bucky edged back, settling himself into the couch a little more. ‘So you and Steve met in the army?’

‘We’ve been friends since we were kids, we signed up together.’

‘That’s nice.’ You tilted your head at him, deciding to take a slight gamble on your next question. ‘Do you miss it?’

He fixed his eyes on the ground and faintly shook his head, nervously starting to pick at the label on his bottle.

Shit, you really didn’t mean to make him uncomfortable, you were just curious.

A swift subject change remedied the situation somewhat, and after a while you sensed him beginning to relax again.

You finished off your glass of wine and checked your phone, your hand shooting up to your forehead in shock when you saw that it was close to midnight.

Over the next couple hours he slowly came out of his shell even further, eventually chatting and laughing with you like you were his good friend. The two of you unconsciously edged towards each other throughout the evening, ending up face to face with legs folded up on the couch, as close as you could get without touching.

‘Shit, I have work tomorrow.’

‘I’m really sorry.’ He put his bottle on the coffee table and stood up quickly. ‘I didn’t mean to keep you up.’

‘Oh you don’t have to apologise, it’s not your fault. I had a really nice evening.’

‘Me too.’ He smiled and buried his hands in his pockets, following you to the front door. ‘I’m working every day this week, you can come in whenever.’

‘Friday would be great? I have the day off.’

‘See you then.’

You watched him disappear down the street, feeling your limbs tingle with excitement at the prospect of seeing him again so soon.

---

You usually used your days off to sleep in till midday, but on Friday the tow truck showed up at 7am to take your car to the shop. You didn’t even get up that early on workdays. A pint of coffee was barely enough to keep you from passing out on the ride there.

He eventually noticed you stood there, staring, and your face immediately heated up as he approached.

You hurried inside the garage, scanning the room and eventually spotting Bucky underneath a hoisted truck, reaching up to work on it. His arms were glistening with oil and sweat and his shirt was riding up, exposing the faint trail of hair starting underneath his bellybutton.

Lord in heaven, what a view.

‘Sorry, didn’t want to interrupt.’

‘That’s alright.’ He pulled a dirty rag out of his pocket and roughly wiped his hands. ‘Did you bring the deathtrap?’

‘Yep, just outside.’

‘It’s gonna be a while. I finish at four, d’you wanna come back then?’

‘Sure.’

You walked up the driveway ten minutes early, which you thought was reasonable, and asked the very intimidating guy out front for Bucky. He just eyed you up and down and gestured vaguely to the side of the building.

On the way home you kept accidentally walking into roads, your mind completely occupied with Bucky’s midriff.

The whole day dragged. In your boredom you ended up leaving for the garage about an hour too early, meaning you had to loiter in an off-license, probably looking like you were shoplifting.

Turning the corner, you were met with a pretty impressive, cinematic wide shot of Bucky’s arse as he was leaning over the inside of your bonnet.

You should probably say something. Tell him you were there. Say hello.

Yeah, probably should.

Yeaaah.

You sighed and reluctantly shuffled towards the car.

‘How’s it-’ Bucky jumped and whacked his head against the propped-up bonnet. ‘Fuck! I’m so sorry, are you alright?’

He smiled at you, standing up and rubbing the back of his head. ‘Yeah, all good. Happens all the time.’

‘Oh, really? In that case you might want to consider a career change, could end up with some permanent damage.’ Chuckling, he reached up and slammed the bonnet with one powerful movement. ‘How’s it looking?’

‘Not bad. Want to take it for a spin?’

‘Sure.’ He held up the keys and you grabbed them out of his hand, excitedly hopping in the driver’s seat while he walked around and got in the passenger side. ‘You coming?’

‘Can’t just let you drive off without paying, you might never come back.’

You shot him a wide smile as you fired up the engine, amazed at how smooth it sounded, and pulled away from the garage.

‘I can’t believe it, it didn’t even run this good when I first got it.’ He smirked a little and nodded. ‘Thank you, Buck.’

You were already in the outskirts of the city, so you decided to drive out into the sticks a little, eventually pulling up into a dusty layby on a narrow side road.

Glancing to your side, you saw that Bucky was struggling not to look very pleased with himself.

As he began stroking his thumb along your knuckles, he cautiously pulled his gaze up to your face, looking at you like you’d just told him he’d won the lottery.

His hands were resting on his thighs and, almost unconsciously, you reached out to grab the one closest to you and squeeze it lightly.

He stared down at it for a few seconds, eventually turning his hand over and squeezing back.

You could barely even remember what happened next. You remember the back of your neck tingling, your stomach tightening almost to the point of becoming painful, the feeling of Bucky’s rough, calloused hand against your cheek and the way your heart jumped when he leaned towards you and pressed his mouth against yours.

Eventually pulling away, he buried his face in your neck, planting short kisses along your jawline between laboured breaths. You pushed his head back against the seat and pressed your forehead to his, closing your eyes and letting your hands dance down his chest.

It was slow and tender at first, but it quickly picked up, becoming feverish and passionate.

He threw his arms around your waist and roughly pulled you over onto his lap, holding you so tight to his chest that you couldn’t tell whose heart you could feel thumping like a steam engine.

‘It’s been a while since I’ve done that.’ He sighed, bringing a hand up to bury itself in your hair.

‘Me too.’ Your mouth curled into a smile. ‘It’s been even longer for other stuff.’

Melting into each other in a cacophony of limbs and flesh and tearing clothes, both of you eventually found the release you so desperately needed. 

There was a loaded silence, you opened your eyes to see Bucky staring at you intently, wearing an expression that made your toes curl.

You dived clumsily into the backseat and pulled him after you, giggling as you both adjusted yourselves, trying to get even slightly comfortable in such a tight space.

And both of you did all you could to savour the feeling of finally having someone to hold close.

---

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[hitozy]

have you ever ‹ masterlist › denouement

tw! manipulation, mentioned underage sex, dubious consent, cheating. i also want to point out that reader is around 2-3 years younger than Iwaizumi, while Jae and Iwa are the same age. ps. this is a long chp :)

𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞

Iwaizumi has no idea of what has possessed him tonight. He doesn't know why he's walking around the city in the middle of the night a day before he should be on his way home.

He doesn't know why after the celebration he didn't follow his teammates. He doesn't know why he has barely answered your texts since after the game.

He also doesn't know why he agreed to go and see Jae, to hear her out.

He's been doing fine so far, seven months Jae clean and while the first three were bumpy; your company had made it easier to deal with. Your cheerfulness, your happiness, the adventures you've both have been planning have taken his mind off the broken heart he was nursing.

She continued to contact him, even when he begged her not to and blocking her phone was no use, she just got a new one and tried again and again. His resolve was diluted and he knew it would be a matter of time before he fell into his old habits.

lil jae: congrats on the win haji! let me invite you to a drink, im in town.

-

Iwaizumi recalls an old memory from back in high school, a few weeks before moving to California, you were sitting on his bed helping him organize his suitcase with 'essentials'. His clothes all over the place but as always, you showed enthusiasm at helping him out.

He remembers you giggling and calling him a dork while folding his Godzilla themed underwear and placing it inside his suitcase. He remembers the way you hummed some songs that you had just placed on your shared playlist because 'it's kinda your style' and it kinda is. He even remembers what you were wearing, a pair of black running shorts and a blue tank top. When you reached over the edge of his bed for his fallen socks, your cleavage was visible to his eyes, 'If a man ever peers down his shirt', he thought, 'I'll kill him without hesitating.'

But what he remembers the most is you pulling out an old shoe box from under said bed, a shoe box that held his most treasured things. Pictures from his childhood that matched the ones on your bedroom wall, doddles from your hand, your favorite flowers pressed inside a copy of your favorite book, short stories and poems, snippets of stories never finished from you. He'll never forget your teary eyes and happy smile when he took the box from you, emptying the contents carefully inside his backpack. The hug you gave him afterward still sets his heart on fire, nothing has ever been more lovely than you and your happy smile.

He also remembers Jae coming into his room right during your hug, wearing an empty smile on her face, her eyes red and raging. He's only ever seen her this mad whenever he's with you and he still doesn't get it.

She stay's to "help" when in reality all she does is glare at yn the whole time. It helps that you don't even mind the glares or the bad mood, joking that 'Jae's grumpy because we couldn't go to the movies today'.

It was late afternoon when you left, Iwaizumi had given you a bag filled with some of his stuff - things he knew you loved and adored, things he couldn't take. He watched you get inside your parents car and wave him goodbye, even though you both knew he'd be coming through your window in a few hours for movie night.

He remembers when he came back inside to find Jae naked on his bed. How angry she was and how she took it out on sex, the tension so palpable he could taste it. Once it was over, she walked towards his backpack and pulled out all of YN's things and that's when it clicked. She was mad because he was taking stuff about YN and not her, she made it clear when Jae told him, 'What the fuck is this.'

-

He remembers that hours later, he finds himself in your room squeaky clean and wearing nothing but his sweatpants and socks, his back against your front with his head against your breasts. He hadn't told you that Jae broke up with him, but he knew you had figured out he was sad because your arms cradled him since he got situated there and had not moved since.

How Jae said she wouldn't move with him in the end. How she had decided to stay in Japan and have him go to California all alone in the end, just because she wanted him to. How he begged her to come, to stay with him, to not leave him and how he watched her get dressed to go home. How she winked at him as she left with a, "Call me once you're in Cali."

How she only wants to go out when she knows he has plans with you. How she only cares about him when you're around or how messed up and used he feels ever since she took his virginity during your 14th birthday party.

He feels disgusting sometimes after sex with Jae, disgusted with himself on how wrong it is but how much he loves her still.

He didn't have to say any of that to you, the kiss on the forehead you just gave him eased it all away anyway.

-

He remembers all of this while he's kissing Jae in her hotel room, her dress and underwear discarded somewhere in the room, his cock buried deep inside of her like a starved man, Her nails racking down his chest from his unbuttoned shirt as she moaned at the feeling.

When Jae separates herself from him with half lidded eyes, she smirks, "I bet my little cousin can't even kiss right, the little virgin." She kisses the column of his neck, grazing her teeth against the skin, getting ready to mark him as hers and even though he doesn't agree with her, he stays quiet.

A memory burst through his mind as he pounds into Jae. The way your sighed his name when he settled himself inside of you, the way your nails scratched his back when he hit your G-spot, the way you moaned when his thumb circled your clit; your gummy, tight walls griped him as you came, with his name on your lips. Your soft, pillow lips that have only been his, only kissed him.

"Be safe out there, Hajime! I'll be waiting for you!" She smiled as she kissed him goodbye by the front door.

He turned to deepen the kiss, pulling her closer to him like a starved man, "Don't worry, I'm not gonna runaway, mochi."

As he walked down the steps of his house, he heard her say "I miss you already."

It's then that Iwaizumi snaps out of it.

He pushes her off of him and steps back until his back is against the wall, feeling disgusted with himself in a way he hasn't since they broke up.

"I can't do this, I won't do this, I-" he pushes himself off the wall, tucking himself in and picking up his stuff, "Never again, Jae."

Jae watches him leave, a sinister smile spreading across her face. Her gaze steady as his figure disappears into the night, "If you think you can just up and go, Haji, you are very mistaken."

She walks to where she hid her phone and chuckles as she presses send, "Lets see what my little cousin has to say, hmm?"

-

Iwaizumi was worried, it wasn't normal for you to not answer his calls or texts. He was on the road back home with the team, their ruckus would usually give him a headache, but right now? Right now he can't focus on anything except the little 'unread' mark at the bottom of his last text to you.

my one: mochi? r u ok? im on my way back home

-

He didn't expect to come back home and find you in the living room in silence. Your eyes rimmed red and puffy from crying, you didn't have to say anything for him to know what had happened.

Jae told you.

He wish he could be surprised, but Jae had been nothing but a devil all this time and he can't believe he never saw it until now. Until he married you, an angel.

"Mochi, I'm sorry. I'm very very sorry, please talk to me." He knelt at your feet, his hands on your knees trying to get you to look at him. His guilt crashing down brick by brick, he should have never gone out to see her.

"I know this means nothing to you, mochi. But I'll never see her again, only when its a family reunion or you're with me."

Silence.

"There is no excuse, but yn, please, look at me, let me explain."

She pushes him off a bit, without much force as if her sadness took away all her strength and his heart clenched. How could he do this to his best friend? Lie and lie, again and again and again.

YN-”

“No, STOP! You- you got your say, now it’s my turn.” She's shaking and her breaths are short. She's starting to have a panic attack.

I get up and advance towards her slowly, “YN you need to calm down. Here,” I place my hand on her back, “let me-”

She pushes me off, her back towards me, “Please, don’t touch me. Please, please, please.” She's sobbing and its hurts so so much.

It hurts, it hurts, it hurts.

“Remember your breathing exercises, mochi. In and out. In…”

Eventually her breathing normalizes but she still won't look at me and it takes all of my strength to not touch her.

“All I ever wanted was for you to love me, Hajime.”

Whoever said words can never hurt someone, has never been in my place. She just stabbed me without a knife and its more painful than I ever imagined.

“I wanted you to love me, to see me as your wife, as a woman but you didn’t. You don’t and I- it hurts so much.”

“But, mochi, you said you would marry me so we didn’t end up with strangers.”

“I know.”

“Then why-”

“I lied. I’ve loved you since the moment you came into my life. I’ve loved you for years, even before Jae came into the picture. I’ve loved you so so so much, I love you so much.”

“… you know about Jae? Since when?!” I made the mistake of reaching out for her, she pushed me back and said nothing. The dread of her knowing, of her finding out before today makes me sick.

“If you knew then why did you marry me!? Did you think I would change? That my feelings would change? You know I’m not like that.”

“I do know. I- thought that maybe-, but then it was clear that nothing would change but, I made a promise to you and I said it in our vows.”

“YN-”

“I know the mistake is mine. I know what all the blame is mine to take, I know it and I accept it. I’m sorry, Hajime, that’s me that you have to stay with.”

She finally turns to look at me, but I wish she hadn't. The tears are flowing steadily down her cheeks to her neck. I did this to her, I hurt her again and again, without thinking. No, without watching. Because if I had paid attention to her like Jae did, I might have seen it sooner.

“We could get a divorce, you know. That way you can stop getting hurt. Stop your heart from breaking. You don’t deserve this.”

“It’s okay. I- I give you permission to do it, to break my heart forever.”

“…What?”

She takes my hand, and in-between the tears she smiles at me as if her heart wasn't breaking in two. As if I didn't shatter her dreams for a few sloppy seconds, “It’s okay, I know what I signed up for, I knew it from the beginning. I guess I just didn’t want to accept it. So go ahead, break my heart, break it into a million pieces! I give you permission, Iwaizumi Hajime, please just - don’t leave me.”

I can't say anything, what am I supposed to say? My sweet, sweet girl is hurt and damaged and all she wants is for me to stay. I feel disgusted in a way I never did with Jae, because instead of being used, I am using her.

I bring her into my arms, and say the only words that have actual meaning between us, "I love you, mochi."

"I- I'll do better, I promise. Please YN," He gripped her shoulders tightly, "Please forgive me, I'll do whatever just, I'm so sorry, baby."

He can feel the tears spilling onto his shirt, a scorching pain expanding through his chest at the consequences of his actions. He hurt the one person who didn't deserve it, who he promised to keep safe and happy.

"Hajime, please take a bath, I wanna sleep without the smell of Jae."

His heart dropped at her words, he forgot that he had just upped and left from Jae's, only changing his clothes for comfort. His skin still smelled like her. As he separated from her, he kissed her forehead, "Join me?"

-

He laid on the bed with her hours later, her head on his chest where he could see her puffy eyes. She had washed him thoroughly to the point were he thought she had scrubbed him raw, and he couldn't blame her - he wanted to do the same since the beginning.

He pulled her closer, practically on top of him and felt her heartbeat against his own. He had done something terrible and he needed to fix it, fix this. So he needed to take the first step.

to lil jae: for someone who says they love me, u sure like to make me miserable. i don't know why u hate yn so much and tbh i don't care anymore. i don't want to see u or talk to u ever again. if u contact me, i'm gonna get a restraining order, jae. i can't do this anymore.

to lil jae: goodbye jae.

do you wish to block this number?

yes.

Remorse is memory awake, Her companies astir,— A presence of departed acts At window and at door.

Its past set down before the soul,         And lighted with a match, Perusal to facilitate Of its condensed despatch.

Remorse is cureless,—the disease Not even God can heal;         For ’t is His institution,— The complement of hell.

Remorse is memory awake - Emily Dickinson

taglist ! @daphnxy @zukoslosthishonor​ @i-am-a-hoe-for-shinya @mrsdoradominguez-barnes @anejuuuuoy

a/n! *hands you all this and runs* i'll see you soon for chp11~

but in all seriousness, i wrote this chapter with my heart on my sleeve. love is truly the strongest curse and for it to be unrequired? imagine it.

now, i'm off to write the next part! and i am sorry :) ♥

#owwaw💔 #owwaw #iwaizumi fic #iwaizumi hajime #iwaizumi hajime x reader #iwaizumi hajime fic #iwaizumi smut #because of the short sex scenes

[inessencedevided]

(You can find the set that this gif belongs to here 💙)

From planning to posting, share your process for making creative content!

To continue supporting content makers, this tag game is meant to show the entire process of making creative content: this can be for any creation.

RULES: When your work is tagged, show the process of its creation from planning to posting, then tag 5 people with a specific link to one of their creative works you’d like to see the process of. Use the tag #showyourprocess so we can find yours

I was tagged by @aheartfullofjolllly. thank you so much Pat! it was really fun to reflect about my own process 💗 You can find her post here and @lan-xichens' post that started it all here :)

Also thank you @huigusu 🥰 (who tagged me for my nie brothers set) I'll get to that one in a few days!

Now Pat gave me two sets to chose from to show my process, so obviously I chose the more complicated one :P

I only work in Photoshop CC 2018. I know that there are programs out there for easier cutting and sharpening but I have only just figured out how to do that in PS and I am too lazy to figure out any other programs right now xD

1. Idea and Planning

This set, like most of my sets with lyrics started with me reading the poem, clutching my heart and going "oh shit this fits my favourite characters!!". The idea actually started with me thinking that the first stanza of the poem would go really well with wwx during the burial mounds arc. Then I realized that the last stanza fits lwj better than him and from there came the idea to contrast the both of them next to each other. This is when I realized I wanted to do a dark-light contrast set, though I did not know that I would go with red and blue at that time. My idea in the beginning was just to do a black and white set

I was really impressed by how Pat said that she plans her sets around exact timestamps. Because I don't do that at all ^^ I just get ideas for which scenes would fit (in this case the wwx burial mounds scenes and lwj's kneeling and punishments scene) and then I watch the scenes to narrow them down.

Back when I made this set, I still used a screenrecorder (AceThinker Screen Grabber Pro to be precise. They have a test version that allows you to record up to 3 minutes) and recorded the scenes I needed from Netflix. This worked well enough but now I have the entire show saved on an external drive and it makes a world of difference when it comes to gif sharpness

Now, in this case I had to repeat this step once because when I was almost finished, I realized that I wanted a gif for the lwj corner but let's pretend I didn't do that and that's the way this gif was always going to look because otherwise this post will be way too long ^^

2. Creation

Short disclaimer: The creation process for this gifset was anything but linear. Multiple effects I used here were things I had never tried before. I just had a vague idea and tried to realize it through trial and error. So whenever I say "then I did xyz", it is implied that I ultimately went back to that step several times and changed stuff ^^

I started with the Wei Wuxian part of the gif. I usually use a frame rate of 0,06 (with some variation depending on gif length and size). I work in timeline so I converted all the layers to a smart layer. Then I resized the gif into a square, leaving big chunks of the gif empty (as can be seen below.) I flipped the gif horizontally, so he is looking inwards. This was simple because I felt it fitted the composition better. Then I imported the Lan Wangji part of the gif, again with a frame rate of 0,06. (Image 2)

After that I created a layer for masking in a separate PS document by rotating a square until it was point down (is that a rhombus?). I sized it to match my gif (540x540 pxl) and copied it over. (Image 3) a bit of masking magic and ta da! There's the basic layout (Image 4)

I put a layer of solid black behind wwx to get rid of the transparent bits (Image 5) and then started adding more white and black to both sides by adding solid whit and black layers that i put masks on and changed the opacity as i needed (Image 6)

("reading" direction: from the upper left to the lower right corner)

Then I fiddled with the colours a bit. The first thing I always do is using the curves layer to get more contrast. Then I use the colour balance tool and the selective colouring tool to get rid of that cql-typical cyan tint after that it's just trying to have it look "natural" while the colours still fit the overall scheme. This was difficult here because wei Wuxian’s side of the gif was very dark and when i turned up the saturation to see which colour dominated it was a very weird mixture of multiple colours. That's when i decided that I'd just go with red on his side, since lwj's side was already so blue and those to look great as contrasts.

After that just came a lot of fiddling with selective colour layers and brightness and contrast unti I has happy. There really wasn't much to it ^^. (Image 1)

After that I added the text. I knew I wanted the two lines to for a square of some kind. So I tried different fonds until I arrived at the one below. The two lines are in seperate layers so I could move them around and change the spacing between the letters until I was happy with the layout. I also changed the layer mode for the text to "difference" (is that what it's called in english? my PS is set to german sorry ^^), keeping their colour white. (Image 2)

I originally hadn't planned adding anything else but I felt like the gifs (plural because I switched between the gifs of this set) was still kind of empty and lacking, so I added the tear down the middle (a tutorial for that is either coming up later or already posted. I recently got an ask for this :)) (Image 3)

It still felt empty after that, so I tried different overlays. Okay no, first I wasted a lot of time on different free image sides but then I tried out different ones until I chose the one you can see in the finished gif. I liked that one because a) I felt the round shape was a nice contrast to all the straight lines already there and b) because once I applied a black and white filter to it and switched the layer setting to "difference" (again, i hope this is the correct translation) it looked a bit like a moon. (Gif at the top)

("reading" direction: from left to right)

And that's it! :)

Although in general, these gifs took so much fiddling! I went back and forth between them a lot and sometimes almost redid the entire thing because I had no idea what I was doing in the beginning and by the time I noticed an error, the only way to fix it was ti redo everything. So yeah, this set definitely is the the one that took me the longest out of all the ones I've posted so far.

3. Posting

I save all my gifs to my drafts first to see what they look like put together and to check if they look any different on mobile. Usually i do this several times and change stuff until I'm happd enough with it to hit post. Once i am happy enough, i can't hold back. Doesn't matter if it's at a time when nobody is online, i hit post 😅

And that's it!

Tagging:

@lanwuxiann for this gifset (I adore it so much. I've looked at it and read it severat times since you posted it and the poem just kills me every time!)

@suibianjie for this gifset (The combination of static images and gifs in your gifs is always absolutely perfect! This one is only my favourite of yours because the light coming from behind wwx is just so pretty!!! ^^)

@sweetlittlevampire for this piece (It was soooo hard to pick a piece of yours because I have so many favourites! But this one is just so out if this world, I want to know how you worked that magic :D)

@wei-gege for this set (sparkling shijie! 😭 that set is so incredibly beautiful! I love how you matched the colour of the overlay with her dress!)

@purplexedhuman for this set (your gifs are always incredible! I chise this one because it showcases both your colouring skills and some really intricate effects)

If any of you have already been tagged or don't have the time or energy for this, obviously no pressure to do this at all! 🥰

(btw, I originally tried to place the actual text of this under a "read more" cut but somehow it always messed with the order of the images, so this ended up as a rather long post. sorry!)

#showyourprocess #tag game #the untamed #sophie rambles #long post

[my-robot-heart]

Hi, Robot!

Your fics helped me a lot while I've been struggling with post-8x22 depression (which has been worse than any reaction I've ever had to the end of any other show I watched), so I was very excited when I saw that prompt list that you've reblogged, knowing that something fantastic was going to come out of it. And I was right: the prompts-inspired ficlets you've written today have been an absolute joy to read for me, especially the one I requested and the ones melbob and Pumpkin did)

(Besides, I found out that I absolutely adore drunk Red, whether he's hilariously boisterous or quietly pensive, and would actually like to see more of that side of him)

I'd like to end this ask with another prompt of mine – or, rather, an idea that came to me while I reread the list – but don't feel obliged to write it if you don't have enough time/inspiration.

The prompt I'm talking about is "i didn’t mean the things i said."

And the idea is that during one of her angry episodes Liz had thrown a lot of hurtful words and accusations at Red, blamed him for everything bad that's ever happened in her life – you know, the usual stuff – etc. and Red took it all silently, without a single complaint or attempt to defend himself. Later, once she's cooled down and became capable of thinking straight again, Liz felt guilty for lashing out at Red like that (because, rationally, she understands that not all of the hell her life has been through is because of him) and came to his safe-house to apologize and reassure him that what she told him while she was angry is not how she feels about him – hence the prompt phrase above – but the problem is that Red thinks that she was right, to a certain extent, that he is to blame for most part of the pain and the loss she's experienced and that he would understand her if she hated him and didn't want him to meddle with her life any more than he's already did. To think of it, perhaps, after Liz stormed off Red decided that it would really be better for her if he kept his distance – even though it would probably kill him – so by the time Liz arrives to apologize Red is already packed up and ready to go, to leave her – well, to leave her side, because he would make sure she was alive and well and safe even from a distance – forever and it’s up to Liz to convince him that she actually wants just the opposite?

Oops... That got pretty long... But I've just pictured it all so clearly in my head the words poured out themselves.

Omg Di 😂😂👏👏 are you... sure you didn't already write this yourself like this is beautiful????

Haha. I read it a few times and it just got me right in the feels. How about a tiny ficlet that comes right at the end of what you've described, because I feel like you already put in the backstory and it's just perfect.

Ps this gif has nothing to do with the fic but it's a fave and let's just agree with Red for a sec that yes, shipping IS his bizness. Lol.

Liz arrived at the safe house, breathless and not quite knowing what she would say. All she knew is that she needed to apologize before- what? She didn't want to think too hard about what. She carefully typed in the combination Red had made her memorize for just such an occasion and- the door didn't open.

She wiped her sweaty palms on her pants and tried again. Still nothing. Okay she had one more chance to try and then the door and then it would alert Red that someone was trying to break in.

She typed in the numbers slowly. It didn't work. Shit.

She was just trying to decide if she should grab her phone or her gun when the door opened from the inside. Red was standing there, holding his gun.

"Lizzie- what?!" He hurriedly replaced the gun in his holster and typed a code into the lock. Then he ushered her inside.

"Sorry Red, the code wasn't working and I-" her eyes came to rest on a large piece of luggage. She looked from that to him. He-- he was... leaving?

"Yes I know the code wasn't working. I changed it before I left." He sounded tired.

"L-left? Red where were you going? And why didn't you-"

His face fell and she remembered why she'd come. What she'd said. And how she'd stormed off, declaring that she would have been happier if she'd never met his meddling, catastrophe bringing self. I wish I'd never met you. Those had been her exact words. Oh god. Oh no. But- he had to have known, hadn't he? He must have understood that this was just something she said when she was upset, but it wasn't how she actually felt. Oh god, he didn't know. He thought she meant it. And now he was-

"Oh no. Red, I- can we sit down?" She sounded desperate, even to herself. He saw this, and after hesitating he gestured to her to take a seat on one of the chairs. He sat on another.

"It's fine, Lizzie-" he began, and his voice was full of resignation. "There's no need to explain."

"Yes there is. There is a need to explain," she protested, trying to calm down and speak clearly.

"Elizabeth," he said then, and the use of her full name brought with it a sense of finality that scared her. "It's okay. You were right. About everything. I'm... a danger in your life. I never should have tried to have such an active part in it. I should have - I will be better able to keep you safe... from a distance. Dembe has the jet ready to leave this morning. Cooper had already been notified. He'll be able to reach me by phone, if needed. But otherwise- I will leave your life just as quickly as I entered it. And I promise, I swear, that you won't have to worry about my meddling or putting you in danger, because that's- well it's the last thing I ever wanted."

She watched as he tried to keep his expression neutral, but she saw the flash of pain in his eyes before he hid it, and her heart nearly broke.

"But that's- it's not what I want," she said softly. "I came here to apologize. And to- tell you something. Will you let me do that?"

He glanced at the time, before inclining his head for her to continue.

"First of all," she began slowly, "I don't- hate you. And when I said I wished I'd never met you, well- that wasn't true either. I know it's hard for you to believe, especially when I've said some... horrible things. But- I was just angry, Red. I was frustrated and scared and... I took it out on you. But the truth is..."

Here she swallowed nervously, wishing she'd had something to drink or hold, to distract her from.how her fingers appeared to be trembling. She clasped her hands together to try to stop it.

"The truth is," she said slightly more confidently, "You are the most infuriating, conceited, pretentious, annoyingly almost always right, beautiful, incredible, amazing man I have ever met. And the thought of you leaving because I didn't have the courage to tell you how I felt about you, how I've always felt about you, makes me want to-to- do this," and she got up from her seat and joined him on his, without thinking too much or too long, and kissed him.

She kissed him for a long time. At first, she felt him freeze beneath her, and she worried she might have gravely misjudged the situation. He'd been ready to leave, she remembered with worry. Maybe he didn't want her to-

But then. Then he responded. She felt his hands come up to the sides of her face, fingers lacing through the hair at the back of her head. She felt him relax and give in to what was happening, his mouth letting her in and responding in kind.

And she knew. She knew that she'd been right. About everything.

After a long moment she pulled away slightly, momentarily distracted by the patterns he was gently tracing along her spine. She let out a small sigh, and he stopped, regarding her carefully.

"Maybe-" she began, hesitantly, and he placed a kiss along her hairline.

"Yes, Lizzie?" He breathed.

"Maybe you should text Dembe and let him know you won't be needing the jet today."

He smiled.

#lizzington #lizzington fanfic #prompt #ace of spaders #my friend #this was a beautiful idea #i hope i did it justice #your backstory was incredible #💛

[zirkkun]

For the "Writers' Would You Ever..." game, if you are still doing that.

Would you ever write, hmmm, um, Sansby or Soriel? I know (at least I am pretty sure), you like both ships.

The Soriel stuff you rb'ed around Soriel Week was super cute by the way (I esp. loved renrink's stuff, esp. the one for the Unrequited (?) prompt; which was so gorgeous and got me right in the heart. The Underlust!Soreil you drew was also super cute; can always do w/ more UL!Soriel (as well as UL!Sansby).

So yeah, I know you like Soriel (I love it too). Still wanted to ask about it.

...However, I wanted to ask even more about if you would do/write Sansby (which, I know/pretty sure you like too. I love it too), because I am pretty sure in UL, Sansby was a thing (I think. Either way, I like UL Sansby a lot), but in ULR, Sans and Grillby hate each other. Why you gotta do us Sansby and/or UL Sansby fans like that, huh? Almost as bad as when Lynx japed/tricked us into thinking there might be nice, cute Soriel in Paper Trail; only for Sans to be basically trying to get info out of Toriel. Why must you both do us like this?

If you can't tell, I am not really being serious about; I mainly joking. Though, that stuff in Paper Trail did actually really get me though (loved how that conversation between Sans and Tori was written though), and Sans and Grillby hating each other in ULR does hurt my (I also find it really, really funny though. Esp. since you drew that scene with Grillby yelling at Ace to get out of his bar. Idk, I just find their whole dynamic hilalrous) Sansby and UL!Sansby loving heart. Anyway yeah, considering that. I gotta know if you write some Sansby in the future (Soriel too ofc). Also, you don't have to answer both (i.e. both Soriel and Sansby), you can just answer one or the other if you want to.

PS: I had such trouble figuring out how to do Asks. I couldn't find a way to send you an Ask if the your Tumblr was in fullscreen; I had to change and make it desktop/not fullscreen in order send this ask. It was so weird. It probably had something to do with your Tumblr's format change/new look (which, really surprised me, and took some getting used to. Esp. it being Green and not purple; though I really like both colors. And also the Underverse Ink Gif being gone; though I also like the 3 Pink Sanses (Classic, Ink, and Blue) that you have in the top right corner now though. I like the new look/format though; just took me some getting used to; since I was so used to your old look/format); hope Tumblr fixes that.

I am also guessing your new Format/look also has something to do with me able to write REALLY long asks now and apparently add images and gifs and stuff. I thought it was a mobile thing (I tried the Tumblr app, didn't find any options like that), but it looks like it is not (I am on pc now)?

Sorry, this Ask ended up quite long (if it is too long for you, you don't have to answer it, if you don't want to); I hadn't sent an Ask like this in a bit (since you were on hiatus and stuff, and I didn't want to bug you), and I ended up having a lot to say. Also, being able to send an Ask this long now in the 1st place; was just too much power for me; too much. Which reminds me! I am happy you are at least partially off hiatus! I hope you sorted things out well, and that you are doing well. :)

*cracks knuckles* alright lemmie go thru and answer this all!

As for your first question, maybe! I've never been too big on writing ship things much to begin with tbh, not because I have anything against them, but just cause I don't really get the same enjoyment out of them as I do writing self insert fics... but AU versions are fun! Not like how we have in the UT fandom but more like regular AU things, such as like an old scrapped fic i had for another fandom where the two characters were princes from opposing kingdoms but they couldn't marry because it would not benefit their families. The original show had nothing to do with that. Those are fun. So are the classic coffee shop or university AUs. So something like that for Soriel or Sansby would be fun too!

For the record though, I don't have anything against Sansby. I find it humorous that Grillby in canon literally says like nothing and yet a ship came out of Sans owing him money, but nothing against the ship. There's a lot of cute work out there with it and I could have sworn I'd reblogged some at som point? Hm. Maybe I'll just have to reblog more 👀✨

I think I may have said this a long time ago, before the rename for ULR; but Ace's role is probably one of the closest to his original character in UL, I merely added on to it and tweaked the story behind the Lust serum. Hugo and Ace did not always hate each other, in fact they were just as close as their UL counterparts at one point! But something happened that caused them to split, and the falling out didn't end well.

Also, as for the asks format changing, that's on Tumblr! They've been very glitchy and terrible on desktop. Hopefully my new theme hasn't broken them completely on top of that. It worked for me when I double-checked it, since I know a lot of people have been having issues with the update and literally everyone wants it to go back 😂 sorry you had such a struggle tho!

#long post #chatxkilluaxnoir #underlust reimagine question

[meaty4spicedbuns]

I dunno if your accepting request but I was listening to music I had in my old phone and “eyes closed by rosé” came up and I thought of Suguru Geto right away. I can imagine his singer s/o singing this song thinking about him. After Geto died she no longer wanted to do anything with being a sorcerer and became a singer. I dunno if I made sense but in my mind it does and I’m crying like a baby.

Yes! I do accepted request! And especially about our beloved Suguru Getou because he deserve all the love 🛐💖✨

I can see Suguru and his s/o lying on the grass, chilling. He got his head on they laps while they pass they hand into his hairs. And before they could realize they are singing for him, making him humming the song from time to time if he know it

I,,, love,, your,, idea,,, THE LYRICS!!! Why you must hurt me like that?? (joking, I'm loving it eheh)

Anyway! Your requested inspired me! I put my grain of salt into it tho so I hope you'll like it!

PS : Sorry for any grammatical mistake!

" I would have gave it all for you, been there for you. So tell me where I went wrong.."

It's three in the afternoon when Suguru finish his day. And this guy's is like a puppy when it's about you.

Everytime he could have some free time, he would head up directly to you to have some company.

And today is not an exception.

"Would gave it all for you, and care for you, my lover-"

You couldn't finish your sentences that you heard a whistle. When you turn back you discover Suguru laying against the doorframe, waving at you with a big smile. Messy buns, jogging, you could see he is tired, coming back from a shower after a long day.

"Excuse me sir, did I invite you?, you say with a chicky smile.

"You think I'm a kind of vampire of something?" he answer while getting closer. "Why did I never heard you singing before? Your voice is like velveted honey.

"Because my voice is, like you say, 'velveted honey' and needa be train before I'll let myself sing for other. And better keep it away from rat like you" you stick out your tongue with a smile.

Suguru stick his tong too with a childish expression. Once he is close enough, he wrapped his arm around your waist as he lean closer to put his forehaed against yours. You are on the tips of your feet before he left you so you can put your legs around his waist.

"Would you accept to sing it again for a rat like me then? I think I know this song.

"Um .." You brush your chin, playing as if you are thinking. "I could do you this favor yes."

...

The headphone cup your ears so softly. You can see someone lifting they thumb behind a glassy windows. When you get out the gave you a big smile :

"it will be a hit."

"Yes, what?

You nod. Without even realizing it, you were grabbing your shirt so tightly, tears at the corner of your eyes. You thought for a second seeing his silhouette on the other side of the glass, but it was just your colleague.

You lift your hand and decided to get your stuff quickly go away. You are suffocating right now.

Once you are out in the street, you grab out a phone from your bag. And instantly you turn it on, it immediately began to ring in your hand. You read the name : "Satoru Gojo" and decide to answer :

"It's been a while" his voice seems serious. "You didn't rethink my proposition? "

"It took me too much."

Only thinking of it hurt you. The dark, the blood, the smile, the stitches. You put your hand in your bag, sneaking inside until your finger felt a soft tissus. It's here and still will be. You don't feel like taking it out, but just the though of it being by your side is enough.

"I know.

Maybe one day you'll be strong enought.

"How can you continue?" A silent follow your question so you push it away and say : "My next song, if your heart still hurt, don't listen to it.

"It's about him?" He let a second for you to answer, but you can't. "Wanna came sing it to me as a private concert?

"I'd.. I'd rather.. Not."

"I mean.., you talk again. You know what, I think I can."

You can't see it, but he nod behind his phone.

Tears began to roll down your cheek. You need to accept. This song is you redemption. This song is the container for all the feels you have. This song must contain everything so you can choose to put it on the side. It's your charm. Your exorcism of his jinx. His love.

"Tonight?" you can mumble between two aching breath.

[juminsmysticmc]

So I had this random thought one day and you don't need to do it if its trash 😂 But in this scenario MC has a daughter from a prior relationship that resulted her to be homeless with her daughter. She has a phone and goes through everything with the RFA but once she finds out about the bomb she asks the RFA for help, at least for her daughter's well being. How it ends is up to you! Thank you love 💕

RFA with a Mc who has a daughter and asks the RFA to save her after finding out about the bomb in the apartment

Hii! I really loved this request! It’s not trash at all! I hope you like my idea! I had to change Jumin’s, Jaehee’s and Saeyoung’s Story since there’s no bomb in their Route! I still hope you like the out coming! Have a nice day!

Ps: Did someone miss me, hehe? I actually forgot to post anything, hehe but i kept researching stuff for a new Headcanon...wait for it!

Jumin

,,Mommy! Please!’’ your little daughter begged you.

You rolled your eyes and looked to your husband, who was smiling happily.

He seemed to enjoy the current situation.

After the party, you and Jumin married almost immediately. 

You went on your honeymoon and enjoyed your time as a little family. 

After all, you had to take your daughter along.

But for Jumin, this wasn’t a problem at all. After all, he loved that mini exemplar of you.

At first, it was odd. He didn’t really like the fact that you had a daughter or that you were married once before.

Even though he loved you and knew that you were different from all the gold diggers he had met until that point, he just couldn’t help but think of himself when he looked at the girl.

However, he quickly realized that he was wrong.

The girl was a cheerful one and accepted Jumin as an uncle immediately.

,,I will take you there,’’ he said and took your jacket.

,,Jumin, there’s no need…’’ you mumbled and tried to give your little daughter some signs.

,,No, don’t worry. She forgot her favorite game there and wants it back. I can understand her sadness. Besides, I want to know where you lived for the time being,’’ he told you.

And so the three of you entered the car and let Driver Kim drive to the address you told him.

Jumin observed you and thought about your story.

Your husband was no good, so you divorced and escaped to freedom.

You were homeless and after Unknown made it possible for you to get into the apartment, you thought that it came in handy for you.

How many people must have felt like you? He wondered.

,,We arrived,’’ Driver Kim said, looking into the mirror to look at you all.

,,Okay now, young girl. You’re going up with me to search for that doll of yours,’’ you added, firmly but without scaring her.

You kissed Jumin and told him that you would be right back.

None of you thought that this would be a big deal.

Jumin used the time to look on his phone.

For some reason, Seven was panicking.

,,The security system at Rika’s apartment has been activated! Someone’s inside! The building will blow up!’’ he said.

In just that moment, you entered the chatroom.

Jumin’s heart stopped beating for a second as he looked up. Somewhere in there, your life was at stake.

He jumped out of the car and immediately called you.

,,Jumin! Don’t enter the building-!’’ you sobbed.

,,Don’t worry, my love! I will save you!’’ he hissed into the phone, trying to think of a way to save you and your daughter.

,,Just, don’t think of me, but her instead...please. As long as you can save her, it’s okay!’’ you hiccuped.

Jumin’s heart was breaking.

,,As long as no one is entering or stepping out, nothing will happen… the hacker won’t do anything either, let’s wait for my guards and Seven…’’ Jumin tried to make you hope, already planning what to do.

He suddenly saw your face looking down from the window...

,,I wanna go see Daddy Jumin!’’ he suddenly heard the girl whine. 

His heart was about to burst when he heard how she called him daddy for the first time.

But more than his heart would burst soon enough.

You suddenly yelled at her to not open the door and suddenly, all the black haired man could see was red flames.

Jumin’s phone fell on the floor, cracks were visible on his display and invisible in his heart.

Something flew towards him and crushed on the floor, missing him by an inch.

The head of a burning doll. 

Your last memento.

Zen

Suddenly, some noise made you look at your back to where your daughter was playing while you were cooking.

A white haired man was holding your three year old daughter.

His face was hidden because of the mask he was wearing.

You felt as if your heart would crumble when you saw your helpless child trying to move away.

,,I will force you to stand still if you don’t stop moving around!’’ he hissed at your daughter who had tears in her eyes.

You tried to find out who this man was.

But he only talked about paradise and that he wouldn’t hurt you so you shouldn’t try to fight back.

You felt scared and tried to find a way to loosen his grip on your daughter. Either way was okay as long as she would be safe.

But suddenly, there was a knock on the door and as both of you looked back, he asked you if you invited Luciel over.

However, this wasn’t the case.

,,HELP ME!’’ you yelled desperately as the stranger opened the door and asked you about your well being.

No way you would mistake this voice you fell in love with.

Zen.

,,HYUN! HELP US! HE GOT HER!’’ you whined.

Suddenly, the man pulled you over to his side, making you step on the glass.

Your daughter was crying out your name. 

You could sense the fear she was feeling.

Zen glared at the man as he observed how he had you both in his arms.

,,If you don’t move, I will have to use force to protect my two girls,’’ Zen hissed again.

You thought that finally everything would end, but then the man grinned, asking Zen if he knew the red switch he was holding.

,,Installing a bomb while a woman is living here and on top of that with a child? What’s wrong with the RFA?’’ the man asked Zen.

,,What do you want?’’ Zen hissed, hoping that he would ask for funds.

But the man only wanted to escape with you, the planner of the RFA parties and then take away every single of the RFA with him.

,,Zen, it’s okay,’’ your voice almost gave up.

,,I will go. You take care of my little girl,’’ you begged, looking at the three years old, who was doing her best to not move.

,,Watch how I’m taking ,,your girl.’’ At least I will let the other one stay with you,’’ he laughed and let go of your daughter.

A stone fell from your heart as she was finally free, but suddenly things changed.

In just a few seconds your daughter kicked the man in a place people shouldn’t get hurt which made him crumble and let go of you.

,,MC, NOW!’’ Zen yelled as you took your daughter and ran with her towards Zen, who asked you to trust him.

A new chatroom opened as you and your daughter rested between Zen’s arms, her crying hysterically and you trying to stay strong.

Zen was chatting with Seven.

He was explaining everything and mumbled curses sometimes.

But at some point he threw his phone away and just hugged you.

,,I’m sorry you had to go through this, I love you so much…’’ he sobbed and kissed your forehead, holding you stronger now.

,,But how did she know this…? I’m scared now,’’ he tried to make you laugh.

,,She probably saw me do that to her dad often,’’ you confessed, nuzzling your head and inhaling his manly scent as you both observed your daughter falling asleep.

Yoosung

,,What should I do now…?’’ you began to sob as you read what Seven was writing in the chatroom.

He and Jaehee entered the chatroom at 20:55 pm and there the only hacker you knew told you that there was a bomb in your home.

Currently you were living with a bomb and your daughter was with you in a dangerous building.

,,What if the other hacker tries to break in and this place blows up…?’’ you asked yourself as Seven tried to make jokes.

Your daughter’s life was at risk, so you got pretty angry.

Even though Seven begged for forgiveness and Jaehee apologized on behalf of the RFA, you couldn’t let it slide.

Your fears were stronger than your nice heart and these fears made you pretty angry.

,,Please… do something,’’ you typed with trembling hands.

There, Seven told you that he was trying his best. 

However, that wasn’t enough for you.

,,No,’’ you typed, looking at your girl’s sleeping face.

,,Seven, you probably know that I’m not living alone here at Rika’s apartment,’’ you chatted.

Jaehee didn’t quite understand what you meant and so to make it easier, you revealed that you were living at the blonde woman’s apartment with your three year old daughter.

After you exposed this secret, Jaehee showed even more concern, but eventually they both stepped out of the chatroom. 

Seven tried to work on your problem and Jaehee carried out her duty, relaying everything to Jumin.

Not even a minute later, Yoosung called you.

,,I read what you wrote… I think I misunderstood our relationship… I’m sorry,’’ he mumbled.

,,No, Yoosung,’’ you quickly intervened.

,,You didn’t misunderstand anything,’’ you told him and actually blushed at your sudden confession.

,,Then, how come you have a daughter?’’ he questioned you.

You sighed loudly as you kept looking at your girl’s hair. 

Her calm breath made you relax a bit too as you finally found the strength to confess to him what actually happened.

,,My boyfriend impregnated me in high school, but left me afterwards while my parents kicked me out.

So, I was homeless for a long time, between living in shelters for young moms, the hospital, and the church. But then, someone sent me a message on my phone and when I saw that no one was in the apartment… Well I hate myself for it, but I just decided to live here,’’ you hiccuped again.

,,I need to feed a baby!’’ you suddenly told him.

,,Yoosung, I need to save her! I need to protect her!’’ you explained into the phone, holding on it as if your life would depend on it.

,,I… after Rika died, Mc, I felt so guilty… I don’t want to feel the same towards you. I really want to help you,’’ Yoosung declared.

A few tears fell on your lap as you looked down.

,,As long as my daughter can grow up, I’m okay with the death coming over me. But please help me,’’ you begged and finally cut the call, falling asleep next to your angel.

Living in fear was the worst. 

But finally, after Yoosung tried his best to help Seven at saving you, the problem was resolved and you were allowed to breathe calmly again.

You thought you would be okay, however, more things followed and even though your future boyfriend attended the party you organized, he got hurt just to save you.

,,Thank you for putting your life at stake just for me and her,’’ you whispered as you looked at his injured eye while you stroked your daughter’s head.

In the end, you still had a happy ending after all.

Jaehee

,,Are you excited?’’ you asked your daughter as you returned home with a cab.

Jaehee gave you a key. It had a special meaning and you wanted to make sure to quickly move out and realize her dream of opening a coffee shop with her.

The best thing about Jaehee was that when you showed her your unsureness because of your daughter, she made sure to send you signals that it was okay for her that you had a daughter from a prior relationship.

Afterwards, the both of you made sure to talk things out while the boys of the RFA took care of your five years old girl who was having much more fun than you expected.

,,Didn’t you love him anymore?’’ she suddenly asked you, looking at your daughter from the window as both of you stood outside on the balcony.

You shook your head and explained the situation.

,,I loved him so much,’’ you mumbled.

,,My heart still hurts whenever I think about him, my lovely husband… but Jaehee, just like you, I’ve lost my dearest person.

My husband died. My daughter had just been born when he died in a car accident, leaving the both of us behind.

Unfortunately, it was his fault that the accident occured and so I had to pay a lot of money for the damages.

Even though my husband died and I was a single mother, no one helped me.

One thing led to another and one day we were both alone in the cold, unable to go into our home anymore.

And that’s when I came into the RFA. Jaehee, after all that pain and hardship, I never thought that I could be so happy again and feel love again.

I never thought that I could meet you…’’ you ended your speech and touched her hand, making her blush.

,,I-understand…’’ she mumbled and looked down. 

However, she was smiling in happiness.

Days went by and you guys started to plan out your life together when you got reminded that even though you didn’t have much, you forgot some things at Rika’s place.

,,I need to go there…’’ you mumbled and looked at your daughter.

,,It’s too risky for her to stay here,’’ Jaehee told you as she looked at all the workers who were currently building the inside of the store.

,,You’re right. I should take her with me. Little girl, say bye to Jaehee!’’ you took her hand and smiled at your daughter’s cute voice.

Hand in hand you walked down the street, realizing that the apartment was actually closeby.

You typed in the passcode and walked to the 14th floor, where you stayed the past few days.

,,System activated,’’ a woman’s voice said, making you wonder about the apartment’s features.  

,,Pack your things, baby!’’ you happily said, looking at your phone as it suddenly vibrated.

,,Oh hi, Luciel! Why are you calling me?’’ you asked him cheerfully.

,,MC! DON’T LEAVE THE APARTMENT!’’ he yelled into the phone.

Your heart sank. 

You felt that something was wrong.

The red haired man explained everything to you over the phone while you sat on the bed and held your phone in your hands.

You made sure to keep your daughter distracted with the TV while a lot of things were on your mind.

You were on the 14th floor. Escaping from the windows was almost impossible.

Suddenly, Jaehee’s name appeared on your display.

You answered her call and tried to speak into the cold device you were holding against your ear.

,,Jaehee…’’ you whined as quietly as possible.

,,Mc, I love you, I will do something to-’’

,,No, Jaehee, please help me to bring my little girl out of here… I don’t know how, but you need to save her!’’ you hiccuped.

Jaehee stayed silent on the other line.

,,I will do everything in my power to make sure that you can come out, I swear,’’ she firmly said and cut the call.

,,You should have stayed with Jaehee,’’ you sighed and put your hands on your face.

,,TELL ME THE ADDRESS!’’ Jaehee began to argue with Seven who did his best to ignore her and instead try to save you.

You stayed in contact, but Jaehee knew that you were scared. 

She was too, after all.

,,Okay,’’ Seven finally said and looked at the brown haired woman who had been tormenting him for the past two hours.

,,That’s the address. I could deactivate the bomb,“ Seven told Jaehee.

She nodded and quickly ran to the given place, calling you.

,,Jae-”

,,GET OUT OF THAT BUILDING! IT‘S SAFE NOW! I‘M ALMOST THERE!“ she yelled into the phone.

This wasn’t something you let her say twice and took your daughter in your arms.

You prayed that she was right and opened the door.

As quickly as you could, you rushed down.

,,MC!“ she called out when you stood outside.

She quickly hugged you and kissed your daughter before the both of you began to cry.

Saeyoung

,,I‘m so tired of you!“ you began to sob as you had again an argument with your fiancé.

He nodded. He was also annoyed and you could tell.

,,Forget it. We‘re gonna sleep at Rika‘s place!“ you hissed and packed a few things for you and your daughter so that you could survive the next day and then rushed out.

Saeyoung let himself collapse on the chair as he looked at your back disappearing, hand in hand with the seven year old girl who turned her head to see him one last time.

He was angry and disappointed but he was also at fault.

You wanted to finally marry him, but he wanted to wait, which made you think that he wasn’t ready to bind himself with you and your daughter.

When you calmly asked him, he answered in annoyance, triggering an argument between the both of you.

He could understand your reaction.

The man you once loved and impregnated you escaped after all, leaving you alone with a girl.

It was natural that you were sensitive about these things.

Days passed and Saeyoung was indecisive to call you when he suddenly was forced to, due to something odd happening.

,,ALARM“ he typed and tried to make Saeran call you.

,,MC?!“ he typed, seeing that everyone except you entered the chat.

,,You messed up this time, lol,“ Yoosung commented but this time Saeyoung wasn’t down for jokes.

,,THERE IS A BOMB AT RIKAS PLACE WHERE MC IS RN AFTER WE ARGUED“

,,IT WILL EXPLODE! DON‘T STEP OUT!!“ he quickly typed in.

A few seconds later, you entered the chatroom and begged him to at least save your daughter.

,,Please…“ you begged over and over.

At Rika‘s place, you made sure that your daughter wouldn’t open the door.

You looked out of the window. You were way too high up.

,,We will get her out. Assistant Kang, order a helicopter right now,“ Jumin typed.

You closed your phone and hugged your daughter as tears were slowly falling on the floor.

Of course, she didn’t understand yet, but she knew that she shouldn’t say anything at that moment.

,,Whoever activated the bomb again could make it blow up any moment,“ Saeyoung sobbed as he sat in a helicopter with the pilot and Jumin.

The chairman in line wasn’t good at it, but as he patted his friends back he felt like he was doing his best.

,,That’s it. I will call her now,“ Saeyoung said, feeling kind of happy.

But suddenly, the pilot flew further away and when the red haired man was ready to bash at him, he could see the reason.

Red flames were all over the building.

,,Omg...OMG MC! MC?!“ Saeyoung yelled from the inside.

Were you… burning? Your daughter? Was she crying? Was she in pain?

Suddenly, he reviewed a message with a picture.

Your crying face hugging your smiling daughter.

,,She wanted to send her daddy a picture… I love you and I‘m sorry. I can’t wait to finally see you,“

,,Why are you writing this message Mc…?! WHY DID THE BOMB BLOW UP RIGHT NOW?!“ Saeyoung desperately asked Jumin who, however, didn’t have an answer.

And this all happened because he didn’t want to marry you yet…

Now marrying you was impossible.  

,,Daddy?“ a sweet voice called him. The red haired man sat up in his bed and looked around him, finding your daughter next to him.

Was this a dream?

,,Mommy said I should call you. Uncle Saeran is awake too! Breakfast is ready…you okay?“ the little girl asked him, putting her little hands on his sweaty cheek.

,,A dream… nightmare…“ Saeyoung began to laugh and suddenly embraced the little girl.

In lightning speed, Saeyoung approached you and hugged you.

,,I’ll never argue with you, I swear!“ he sobbed, making you feel totally puzzled at his confession.

,,Are you so grateful because I put Honey Buddha Chips in your pancakes?“ you joked and hugged him back, already imagining that he must have had a nightmare again.

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[butterjinwoo]

That little baby boy who has grown up.

I realize that I want to remember this cute dream for my whole life time, so i will write it here as imagine story ^^

Main character :

Jinjin as boyfriend, Sanha as our forever little baby boy.

I'm taking the same fashion design class with Sanha because my boyfriend, Jinjin, asked me to always keep protecting Sanha. Yes, Jinjin loves his little boy so much, he adores Sanha a lot because Sanha is the cutest creature in this whole world.

Sanha registered to a couple contest. Of course, Jinjin asked me to attend every Sanha's stage. Does Jinjin attend it too? Nope, he is quite busy lately because he needs to take care of his other brothers and he's been into his composing lately.

Lets go back to Sanha's stage. I was there every time he's on stage. I look at him like how an older sister look at her little brother. Yes, Sanha always shows his awesome stage with the girl beside him. Who is that girl? She was Sanha's partner in that stage. That girl seems quite into sanha too ㅋㅋ

Everytime after Sanha finished his show, he will come to my seat and calls me with his cute voice. Does he calls me noona? Nope, he won't. He is super stubborn, but I still love him eventhough he is stubborn.

---

There's a day on his final stage, I was a bit worried but still feeling so excited. I watched his whole performance. He performed with the girl who looks so good with him. And when his result came out, I became more nervous. Sanha won The Best Guy award but he didn't get The Best Couple award. The girl got 2nd rank as Best Lady, so they can't be the best couple. I was a bit afraid that he will disappointed about himself. He came to me with his widest smile. I was bit confused. I asked him "are you okay?" He replied "why? of course I am okay, look at my trophy! Its so shining! I love it!" Yes, I can see how happy he was that moment, but then I asked him again "but the best couple award..." He replied directly before i finished my sentence "I am okay, you are here tho". I was still confused then suddenly he asked me to go to have lunch with him.

We sat at the canteen, waiting for our foods to be served. Then he suddenly wanted to see my wallet. "Can I see your wallet?". "Of course, here". I passed him my wallet and he opened it. He looked at the photos I put inside my wallet. There's a lot of Jinjin's photos but I kept one photo of Sanha, the super cute one. You know, he is like a little baby to me.

Suddenly he smiled so wide and gave back my wallet. I guess he was the happiest kid that day.

Out of nowhere, the girl who was on stage with Sanha came to our table. She got angry. "Oh, so this is your reason why you didn't try to get that best couple award, you have your woman that you don't want to hurt her feelings!" She yelled at Sanha. I'm shocked. I mean, I understand if she's upset because she didn't get any award. But she shouldn't got mad at Sanha. It wasn't Sanha's fault tho. Then she just left our table.

Sanha kept silent. Then I asked him, "what happened to her? why she is so angry with you?"

"I know that she has feelings for me, that's why I didn't fight for best couple award", he replied, carelessly.

I was quite upset about this fact. Sanha was being so selfish.

---

Day by day passed, Jinjin was still so busy with his deadline, and Sanha became so close to me lately. He always looked for me and went with me almost everyday.

Sanha promised to drive me home. That day Sanha kept his promise by driving me home before he went back to his dorm. But when I got into his car, that girl showed up, again.

This time she didn't scold Sanha. SHE SCOLDED ME!

"You. You shouldn't take the boy who I love! You should leave him!" I was so confuse. What? Taking the guy she loves? She means Sanha?

"I.." I started to speak but suddenly Sanha cut my words "What? Taking the one you love? Are you crazy? She's my noona. I am the one who decide to get close with her!"

She felt so ashamed and she left us. Then Sanha hugged me "Its okay. Its okay", he said.

"Actually I understand why she is so upset. She loves you, but you are so close to me." I told Sanha.

That hug felt so warm. He drove me home. But that moment kept me thinking about him a lot.

---

The next day, we attended the design class. But I didn't sit next to Sanha. He sat in front. I was trying to concentrate but I can feel that Sanha keeps glancing at me. I felt bad, so I scrolled through my tabs to see the designs that I was going to learn that day.

"You should focus on your work, young man!" Suddenly the instructor talked to Sanha. It broke the silence in the class. I felt like this is not right at all. I can't concentrate and Sanha too. I felt like Sanha won't focus if I was there.

"Excuse me, sir! I'm sorry, but can I leave class for today? I need to go home for some reasons", I asked the instructor.

"Its okay, you may leave, but don't forget to sign your attendance paper", he replied. I packed my stuffs to small luggage for our fashion design class, I went straight to fill my attendance paper, then I left without looking back.

I just went but Sanha chased me. "Nop!!" He called me seriously. I didn't even look back to him. He ran with the clothes he designed in his hand. Since he hadn't sew it well, the buttons fell to the ground. Eunwoo was there too, he chased Sanha and he picked up all the buttons on the floor.

I looked back at him, "why are you chasing me? You can't concentrate at class, how if you get bad score? What should I tell Jinjin later?" I asked him, quite upset because he chased me.

"Why its always Jinjin hyung?" He asked me back. He was quite angry back then. I can see his face turned red that time.

"He's him. No other reason. Go back to your class or I will splash this water to you!" I was so mad, I raised my voice to scold him.

"Do it!", he yelled. I was about to splash him, but then he started to talk again "I always look at you, I keep my attention on you, for a long time. But you always go with Jinjin hyung! Why its always Jinjin hyung! You use his photo as your phone's wallpaper. You have his photos on your wallet. Why? I saw a picture of mine on your wallet, I was so happy. I think I have chance. I have feelings for you! I won't go back, if you want to splash the water. Do that!"

I was so shocked. I dropped my water bottle. The water spilled everywhere. He came to me and hugged me, again. "I'm sorry for being selfish, but my feelings can't lie".

I was so confuse, what should I tell my boyfriend about this little boy? I patted his back, I hugged him back, as a noona. But I did really need to tell Jinjin about this. I didn't feel like this is right. I cried then I left Sanha with Eunwoo. Eunwoo was still quiet watching us.

---

I went to Jinjin's place. I texted him on my way to his place. He can feel like there's something strange. But he waited for me to arrive at dorm. I told him everything when I arrived at his place. He listened to me patiently until I finished all my story. He rubbed my shoulder, "I know Sanha's feelings, I can see it clearly, but he's still a little boy", he said. I agreed with him about Sanha is still a little boy, but what should we do now? I was clueless.

He took my wallet. He took out his own photos and filled my wallet with Sanha's photos. I was still wondering what will he do later.

Sanha came back to dorm. He found me there, it was a bit awkward.

Then Jinjin asked Sanha to join us on dinner. And Sanha agreed. We went out for dinner. After we finished our meal, Jinjin started to talk about this.

"Sanha-ya, you know that noona really loves you, and hyung too. But we love you like you are our baby, our maknae, here.." he showed Sanha my wallet that filled with Sanha's photos. "We love you in a different way, you can look for us when you need everything, okay?" Jinjin patted Sanha's head. I can see Sanha's tears on the edge of his eyes. Jinjin explained with his softest words I have ever heard. He will never hurt his baby boy. I knew how much he loves Sanha, but its impossible to let Sanha be with me too. Sanha nodded a little. He hugged me without any words. I patted his back. "Thank you, hyung. I'm sorry", he said that to Jinjin while hugging me. I can feel his tears dropped to my skin. "Its okay, Sanha-ya. Nothing will change our love for you", I said to him.

-End-

Ps. I'm so sorry for my bad english ^^ its just my short dream, i wrote it here to remember this cute but a bit sad dream. Enjoy! ^^

#astro imagines #astro scenarios #astro jinjin #astro #astro sanha #astro jinjin imagines #astro sanha imagines

[lycienne]

Idea for a Jacob/Staci fic

Jacob still has Staci captured, but doesn't condition him or anything. At first, he's just confined to a room (maybe even one with an arcade) gets regular meals ect. When Staci promises Jacob that he won't run away he becomes kind if Jacob's assistant. Staci follows him everywhere, taking notes, commands some of the lower level soldiers when Jacob has no time for that, runs errands which doesn't involve leaving the Veterans Center's grounds.

Somewhere along that way they become attracted to each other. Jacob is happy having someone around who has his own mind, doesn't just follow his orders, who isn't just grossed out by him and most importantly isn't related to him. Staci is stubborn and rolls his eyes when Jacob starts again with his religious ramblings and is the only one to point out that Jacob doesn't even believe them himself. But he's clever enough not to cross a line since Joseph has his spies everywhere.

Staci on the other hand is happy that Jacob respects him, treats him well (compared to what he has heard about Hudson and Burke) gives him a certain amount of freedom. Jacob protects him from jealous cultists who don't like the idea that a "prisoner" gets more access to a herald than they get (Jacob even shot one of his chosen who attempted to kill Staci, and proceeded to yell that anyone else trying to commit treason would face a much harsher punishment).

Later, Jacob would take Staci with him when meeting with his brothers and Faith, much to their surprise. He justifies it by saying he needs someone to check that Faith doesn't but any Bliss in his food and drinks, that he doesn't trust his soldiers enough to keep Staci safe while he's gone. Staci is a hostage after all, and if one of his soldiers might "accidentally" hurt or kill him they might lose an important gambling point to the resistance which so far has maintained a low profile in the Whitetail Mountains compared to the other regions of Hope County.

The fact that Jacob just likes having Staci around conveniently falls under the table. When time goes by, Jacob relies on Staci, who has proven himself loyal to him (and be it only to save his life) more and more. Since Staci is around Jacob at almost all times, it's inevitable that he witnessed a PTSD breakdown, most likely when they are alone finishing some documents for Joseph after a hard day of training new recruits.

It's the first time Staci sees Jacob cry, apologizing to some guy named Miller, and cursing over and over again that he just wants a normal fucking life. Staci tries to comfort Jacob by awkwardly padding his back, but it doesn't take long for Jacob to pull him into his lap and hug him like Staci is some kind of teddy bear replacement. Staci just let's it happen, hell he even hugs Jacob back, he just can't stand the sight of the person who has had so much mercy on him crying. Shortly after that Jacob tells Staci everything. There's news out that the rookie deputy has killed Faith and is moving to his region next, for some reason sparing John.

Jacob wants Staci to know that he (Jacob) has to die to fulfill his brothers prophecy,that his life doesn't matter, that Staci has to flee to John's region once he's dead, so he can be saved. And God, how Jacob wants Staci to be saved. If anyone deserves to walk through Eden's Gate, it's him.

Staci of course is furious. He knows that Joseph is manipulating Jacob and he knows that Jacob knows he's being manipulated by his brother. Jacob is a monster, maybe even a psychopath (although Staci doesn't believe that for a second) and Staci did his hardest in trying to hate him, but it didn't work. Both of them have danced around each other for so long it's almost heartbreaking. And Staci snaps. He walks over to Jacob, pulls his head down and kisses him. Tells him Jacob won't him to sacrifice himself, that he will stop him, no matter the cost. Jacob doesn't know if he should laugh or cry and decides just to kiss Staci back as if his life depended on it.

A few weeks later that theory should be tested, as Rook has come to kill Jacob while he and Staci where patrolling the area. Jacob went alone went the first noticed Rook, telling his chosen to restrain Staci until he came back (not that Jacob was planning to return, since he was aware that the time to fulfill his brothers prophecy had come). For the first time in years Jacob prays to God, thanking him for his time with Staci and begging him to keep Staci safe should to collapse really come.

Staci, on the other hand, struggles and finally breaks free out of the chosens's grip, just to run after Jacob. He finds both Rook and Jacob on a nearby hilltop pointing guns at each other. That God nobody is hurt yet, but how things are going, that's only a matter of seconds. At some point Staci thinks he's getting suicidal, too, when he steps between the two. Both Rook and Jacob are startled since they were so caught up in the chase they didn't even realize Staci was coming.

That's the dumbest thing he's done in his life, Staci is sure of that, but he can't just have Jacob sacrificing himself, not here, not yet, not ever. Despite what he has done. There's a curious disconnect in Staci's brain between Jacob the herald and Jacob the person. Jacob the herald might be a monster, evil, a psychopath and everything else people say about him, but Jacob the person isn't. Jacob the person is a soldier who wanted a family to come home to, who's happy when he has people to protect who love and cherish him or what he does, who spends hours hunting just to find the perfect animal for his brother to stuff.

When Staci dares Rook to shoot him to get to Jacob, all three of them are shocked. Rook, because he couldn't believe his colleague would risk his life for a certifiable monster, Jacob, because Staci actually managed to escape his chosen and tries to protect him with his life rather than running straight into the arms of the resistance and finally Staci, because his brain caught up with his actions.

Rook was the first one to come to his senses, shouting for Staci to get out of the way, get somewhere safe, "until that problem is solved". He doesn't physically move or try to get Staci away from Jacob though. Staci knows at this point it's all or nothing. In seconds Jacob will awake out of whatever stasis he's in and shove him out of the way. Staci wants to explain everything but theres no time, so he acts. He turns around and kisses Jacob with all that he's got. All that he wants to say in one action. Are here tears on his face? Staci doesn't know, doesn't care. Either he and Jacob both survive the next seconds, minutes or they don't. It's simple as that. "I'm sorry Rook, I love him, I just love Jacob", is all he manages to say and he means it. Staci doesn't even realize it's the first time he confessed his love to Jacob.

At that moment the world suddenly starts to move again. Jacob grabs his hand and runs. Through the forest, away from Rook. Staci faintly hears shouts and gunshots in the distance, but he doesn't care. He runs and runs and runs next to Jacob until they arrive in one of his hiding places. "We have to talk to Joseph", is all that Jacob says between hastily shared kisses full of love and desire. When Staci asks him later why, his only answer is "because I want to live". For some reason that makes Staci happier than anything else.

It's only been two days and they're on the way to John's bunker to meet with Joseph, since John's ranch had been taken by the resistance and Joseph's compound had been abandoned by the time the reaping started. Jacob and Staci have barely set foot in the bunker when the bombs drop. The Peggies are quiet. Staci is quiet. John and Rook, who stand next to each other for some reason Staci doesn't want to know, are quiet. "I was right", Joseph says into the silence, "I was right".

During the following days Staci learns q lot if things. That Rook took so long to take Faith down and get to him was John's fault, for example, because he wouldn't stop messing with Rook, in ways Staci didn't want any further explanation.

Staci also learned from Rook that it wasn't some God who decided to punish humanity, but that WW3 just happened, and Staci wasn't sure which was worse. Either way, he punched Joseph right in the face during one of their "family dinners", for making all of them suffer so much. Jacob wasn't pleased but Staci didn't care at this moment.

The last thing that Staci learned was that all of the Seeds bunkers were connected and that radio transmission was still possible. That meant two things: he could contact his still lost colleagues he learned fled to a bunker called "Wolf's Den" and that a sizable number of people survived the bombing. For the first time in his life he was happy preppers existed.

And after everything, Jacob was alive, he was alive and his friends were alive. That was all that counted in this moment. Staci didn't now what the future would look like, he just was happy that he could share it with Jacob.

PS: If anyone wants to use this plot go for it, I'd be honored (Just tell me before because I'd read the heck out of that). I just love the idea of Jacob and Staci having a relationship that doesn't involve torture or brainwashing or conditioning. Both my babies deserve better than what they got.

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Hi everyone !! Wow it's been a long time. I am so sorry that i have not been so active on this account since like the spring. This year was so busy and crazy 🤯 short story time : i worked at germany for almost 3 months then came back for vacation for 2 and in this time i have been renovating my bathroom and building some stuff at mine and my moms summer house. And taking care of two shelter dogs that were waiting for adoption and since 4 moths i am back in Germany again and staying here till almost christmas.

I know i have so much stories to read and so many comments to post under this amazing FF of yours. But everytime i find some free time idk what to start with, i have like 4 books that I'm currently reading or at least try to read because i can not find myself to focus long enough to finish at least one. And when i try to read a ff i also don't know what to read , one time it's HP universe then Marvel, Star trek etc. I also have been watching Modern Family and now I'm obsessed. And ugh, i feel so flustered at myself sometimes. But once i get back home i will catch up with all the stories of yours guys i promise! And here we have a few nice ( i hope) pictures i took on my weekends trips.

Ps. Tell me how all of you been ?! And i hope you're having a great day or evening/ night. Anyway love you guys 🙌🏼🧡

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Hello, slytherin princess! For the holiday prompts-Bellamy's hanging the christmas lights and falls and breaks something and is pouty and she takes care of him cuz he's in pain and a little high on painkillers and he's sad that he can't help her finish decorating and won't be able to build a snowman and give her all the stuff she loves doing when it's winter outside! (p.s don't kill me with this) (ps.2 yes pls do)

I went about 600 words over target here, whoops. I also changed the prompt because I was in the mood for angsty exes with my hurt/comfort. Hope you don’t mind :)

Clarke hadn’t exactly been looking forward to seeing one half of the Blake siblings that night, but when she reached their house to find a text from Octavia saying that she and Niylah were running late, she was pretty irritated. Of course she’d be left alone with her ex-boyfriend when Octavia had promised her that wouldn’t happen. She shouldn’t have agreed to come and decorate the tree in the first place. It was guaranteed to be weird. What had she been thinking?

Clarke half considered leaving and texting Octavia some excuse later, when she saw him. Bellamy. He was slumped against the front stoop, head bent forward, and something looked…off. It was freezing outside, and unless he was locked out, there was no reason for him to be sitting in the cold. Clarke’s curiosity and good nature got the better of her. She got out of the car.

She approached him slowly, unsure how he would react when he saw her. It had been about six months since they broke up, and it hadn’t exactly been easy for either of them. Clarke had been too busy with her internship and Bellamy with his dissertation for a serious relationship, and by the time they’d realized that it had somehow become serious. After several “just this once” hookups over the course of a few weeks, she’d realized they needed to spend some time apart in order to move on. Now, his current vulnerable position tugged at her heart, reminding her that the last time she’d seen him he’d been leaving her apartment to give her space, at her request.

There was a ladder leaning against the front of the house, and a box of Christmas lights beside the front stoop. Bellamy must have been decorating. She was close enough to see that he was sitting strangely, one arm crossed stiffly over his chest as he cradled it with the other hand.

“Bellamy?”

His raised his head slowly, taking a moment to focus and when he recognized her he frowned. Clarke sighed. Octavia must not have told him she was coming, and she should have known that. Oh well. She was here now, and Bellamy was clearly in some sort of situation.

“What are you doing here, Clarke?” he asked, a little gruffly but not unkind.

“I was supposed to meet Octavia to help trim the tree, but she’s running late apparently. She must not have told you. What are you doing? Why are you sitting outside? Is your arm ok?”

“She told me, I just…forgot for a minute.” He frowned up at her, and his manner was strange. “What time is it?”

“Four o’clock.” Clarke’s small amount of patience was wearing thin. “What happened, Bellamy?”

“It’s nothing.” Bellamy cleared his throat and looked down as if guilty of something. “I was hanging the lights and…I kind of fell off the ladder.”

“What the fuck?” Clarke knelt down so that she was at his eye level. “Bellamy, are you alright?”

“It’s not a big deal,” he shrugged, avoiding her stare. “ I just needed to catch my breath for a second before I go inside.”

Clarke took his chin lightly in her hands and tipped it up towards her. She could see his pupils were slightly blown out, even in the low light of the winter afternoon. She sighed. “No, what you need to do is go to the hospital. Right now, come on. I’m driving you.”

Bellamy rolled his eyes, “I’m fine, Clarke, its nothing.”

“Ok,” Clarke snapped, and stood up, crossing her arms. “If it’s nothing, stand up and go inside. It’s ridiculously cold, you shouldn’t be sitting out even if you are fine.”

Bellamy sighed in exasperation, and attempted to push himself up from his seated position. He ended up giving up halfway, biting his lip in pain and clutching his right shoulder with his left hand.

Clarke’s annoyance quickly turned back to concern. “How far up the ladder were you when fell?”

“I don’t know, a few feet?”

Clarke exhaled, trying to keep the frustration from her voice. “I doubt it. You landed squarely on your left shoulder, didn’t you? How bad is the pain, on a scale of 1 to 10?”

“I don’t know,” he grunted, “that’s a dumb scale.”

Clarke bit back an exasperated smile. It was a very Bellamy response. “Ok, well, we’re going to get you to the E.R. and they can take a better look at you there.” She crouched and offered her hand to Bellamy, and he took hold of her arm with his good side.

In a moment, he was on his feet and Clarke had slid her own shoulder under his right armpit to help him to the car. She’d forgotten exactly how tall he was.

“What about O?” he muttered as she helped him buckle his seatbelt, clearly trying to distract himself from the awkwardness of the situation.

“That’s what cell phones are for, Bell,” Clarke replied brusquely, calling him by his nickname without thinking. She bit her lip and walked to her side of the car, hoping he hadn’t noticed.

The drive was silent. Clarke glanced over every few moments to make sure that he hadn’t passed out or fallen asleep.

“I’m fine, Clarke,” he commented the fifth time she glanced over at him.

“Sure, ok, you were clearly in control of the situation back there. I’m in work mode at this point, just let me do my job.”

“Fine. But please don’t freak Octavia out. I’ll be the one to text her when we get there.”

“Fine.” Clarke agreed.

She got him admitted straight away, of course. Jackson was on duty, fortunately, so he helped her get the x-rays taken. It turned out Bellamy had seriously bruised his shoulder, as Clarke predicted, as well as giving himself a fairly severe concussion. Clarke somehow refrained from saying “I told you so,” through this entire discussion, which she hoped Bellamy appreciated.

“Clarke will drive you home,” Jackson finished. “Make sure you take those painkillers as needed, and stay away from screens for the next few days until symptoms subside. And under no circumstances are you to try and lift anything….maybe leave the rest of the decorating to someone else?”

Bellamy nodded, wincing at the feeling in his head as he did so, and glanced up at Clarke. “You happy now?”

“Extremely,” Clarke replied sarcastically. “Come on, let’s go.”

Octavia called Clarke in a panic on their way to the car, since Bellamy’s phone battery had died after he’d texted her. Clarke reassured Octavia her brother was alright, and Octavia promised to meet them at the house. Clarke made her swear she wouldn’t stress him out, only make him feel the appropriate amount of guilt for putting himself in such a precarious position. Bellamy just rolled his eyes at that.

On the way back, he surprised her with an apology.

“I’m sorry I was such a pain. You were right. I’ve been as ass today.”

Clarke smirked and glanced over at him. “It’s ok, you can blame the head injury.”

Bellamy chuckled, and Clarke’s face broke into a smile. Hearing him laugh after so long brought back a flood of memories. The reasons they’d gotten together in the first place, reasons she’d been so happy with him. Reasons that she’d missed him since the break up. He sure was an idiot sometimes, but she’d definitely felt his absence lately.

“I know Octavia loves the holidays, Bellamy, but next time will you just ask someone for help before you climb up on that rickety ladder?”

“It wasn’t just for Octavia,” Bellamy muttered, staring out the passenger side window.

“What are you talking about?”

“It wasn’t just for Octavia,” he repeated a little more clearly. “I was trying to have it ready before you came over.”

“What? Why?” Clarke pulled into the Blake driveway and turned to Bellamy, utterly bewildered. He continued to stare out the passenger window.

“I just knew it wasn’t going to be easy for you to be here today, and I know the holidays are a tough time for you since your dad and everything…I wanted to make it festive, I don’t know.”

Clarke was stunned. He was actually blushing a little bit. She had not expected that, but nothing today so far as gone as expected.

“That’s really…nice, Bellamy.”

“Don’t mention it.”

“I honestly didn’t think you wanted to see me ever again, after the way we left things.”

He glanced over at her. “Clarke, that’s ridiculous.”

“It really isn’t. I mean, it’s been hard for me, not having you around, but I didn’t think you felt the same way.”

Bellamy’s eyes were locked on her face. “Of course it was hard for me too, Clarke.”

“If you say so. You know,” Clarke admitted, “I almost drove away when I realized Octavia wasn’t here yet, but I saw you sitting outside and I got worried…”

A smile played on his lips. “Worried?”

Clarke rolled her eyes. “Oh, come on, Bellamy. Don’t be a moron. We may not be together anymore, but you still mean a lot to me. I’ve already admitted as much.”

Bellamy’s face was slowly overtaken by a grin. “Wow, don’t get all sappy on me, Griffin. It’s not Christmas yet.”

“Shut up!” Clarke hit him on the shoulder with her mittened hand.

“Careful, I’m injured!” he mimed being hurt.

“It’s the other shoulder, idiot,” Clarke replied and turned off the car. “Come on, let’s get you inside before Octavia gets back.”

Octavia arrived just as they reached the door, the beat up Camry she shared with her brother squealing to a halt in the driveway. She didn’t waste a second rushing towards them, Niylah close on her heels, both women wearing concern on their faces.

“What the hell, Bellamy?” Octavia spat, getting right in her brother’s face as Clarke gently took Bellamy’s keys to let them all in the house.

“I’m fine, O,” he muttered, wincing and stumbling a little as the screen door almost closed on him.

“He’s fine, but he does need some help for the next few days,” Clarke informed them, helping to guide Bellamy through the doorway.

She and Octavia had him settled on the couch immediately. Niylah went to make some tea in the kitchen, and Octavia began covering her brother in blankets as he smirked up at her.

Clarke made sure Bellamy had his first round of painkillers, then stepped back and took in her surroundings. The Blake house looked very much the same, except for the bare Christmas tree sitting just by the window. It was too large for the room but it made it smell like pine. Octavia had always insisted on getting a full sized tree, Clarke remembered, even though the living room real estate was tight.

“I can’t believe you were such an idiot,” Octavia groaned, taking in the extent of her brother’s injuries for the first time as she threw the last blanket over his feet.

“I can,” Clarke sighed ruefully.

“You couldn’t have waited an hour till I got home?” Octavia asked, crossing her arms and glancing at Clarke for support.

Bellamy’s eyelashes fluttered, heavy with exhaustion. Clarke could see the painkillers at work. “I’ll wait next time,” he murmured.

“I’m locking those Christmas decorations up next year,” Octavia muttered. “You’re not to get them out until you have help.” Glancing over to the box of Christmas ornaments on the floor, she asked, “Clarke, you still want to stay and help us decorate?”

Clarke glanced from one Blake sibling to the other. Bellamy’s eyes opened slightly and he nodded at her almost imperceptibly.

“Sure, Octavia, I’ll stay. You’re going to need help making sure he doesn’t get up at some point, I’m sure.”

“You’re all smothering me,” Bellamy said, but they could tell he was almost enjoying himself.

Octavia smiled and finally seemed relieved. “Good. I’m gonna go order takeout. You want Garlic Chicken, Clarke?”

Clarke grinned. “China Garden? Sounds good!”

She was surprised to feel Bellamy’s touch and looked down to see he’d grabbed her hand. Eyes still closed, he was reclining against the couch cushions, but his grasp on her fingers was firm. She took a seat next to him, gingerly holding his good hand in hers.

“It’s still ok for me to stay, right?”

She could swear that the corner of his mouth twitched up into a smile for a mere second.

“It’s still ok,” he mumbled. “Sorry about all this.”

Clarke rolled her eyes and settled in next to him, squeezing his hand. “Will you just shut up and get some rest, Bell?”

He smiled and leaned into her. “Sure, whatever you say.”

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