#ALSO for the person whos request is still in my inbox: i didn't forget and ill get to it soon. ty

[axeylotl]

I exorcized some demons from my brain today by channeling them into a PNG file

(pls no dsaf spoilers in the notes I'm only like. an hour-ish into the 2nd game <3)

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[tswhiisftteedr]

Carmilla x reader NSFW? Specifically, eating out after a long day at work. The two going a few rounds from the pent-up stress?

I’m pissed, please take care of me ☆ One shot

☆ Employer!Carmilla Carmine x Employee!Fem!Reader:

After a shitty day at work, you and your boss who is simultaneously your girlfriend, decide to let the days stress go by ‘working out’ your frustrations.

Warnings: Mature Content, Explicit/Graphic Language, Praise kink, Oral Sex(Both Female Parties Receiving), Bad Spanish, NOT PROOFREAD.

Words: 2549

Note: So this a combination of 3 requests, sorry @hyenalover2630 if you don’t like this cuz that’s not what you asked for, I did a one shot instead of headcannon so sorry agin but I though rounding up similar requests would be a smart move. Also this one shot is a bit on the shorter side so that’s that.

Author Note: Soooo, I’m back from the dead, 38 request in my inbox, 15 of them being just Adam requests lol.

☆ more under the cut. ☆

Finding yourself in hell was more than just a lousy situation—it was a downright nightmare. Amidst the chaos, the moral decay, and the ridiculous housing prices, you were desperate for any job that could keep you afloat. You applied everywhere, except under Valentino; you wanted no part of that mess.

So, it wasn't surprising when you ended up as a grunt in the marketing department at Carmine Inc. But you were a hustler, always quick, efficient, and responsible. Your work ethic didn't go unnoticed, especially by the big boss herself.

You couldn't help but admire her in many ways. She was a badass, running a successful business with an iron fist, yet she had a sense of fairness. And let's not forget, she was easy on the eyes, which only fueled your crush.

After a meeting she personally set up, you scored a promotion to be her personal assistant. But even with the big leap, you didn't slack off. Your efficiency was still on point, and Carmilla appreciated it.

As your role in the company evolved, so did your connection with Carmilla. It all started with those little touches—a hand on your shoulder here, a pat on the head there—that seemed innocent enough at first.

But soon, those gestures became more frequent and intimate, like her guiding hand on your waist or the way she'd ask you to stick around after hours for a chat and a drink.

The formalities started to fade away, with Carmilla calling by your first name and encouraging you to do the same, replacing your usual ‘Mme. Carmine’ by the overlords name. It was like she was inviting you into her inner circle, blurring the lines between boss and friend.

As the months passed and you continued to excel in your role as her assistant, Carmilla couldn't help but notice a shift in her feelings toward you. Your hard work and dedication were undeniable, but it was more than that. She found herself drawn to you in a way she hadn't expected. Plus, the fact that you were a beautiful woman did help in growing her attraction for you.

It became increasingly obvious to Carmilla that you harbored feelings for her as well. Your nervousness whenever she was around spoke volumes, manifesting in stutters and how you would visibly warm up whenever her gaze met yours. It was a telltale sign of the attraction brewing beneath the surface.

Furthermore, she couldn't ignore your subtle cues for validation and compliments. You seemed to thrive on her words of affirmation, going above and beyond in your tasks just to earn a simple ‘great job’ or ‘I'm proud of you, Y/N’ from her lips. ‘And who could blame you? With Carmilla being the hot Hispanic woman she was, who wouldn't want her singing their praises?’

After two months of silently pining for each other, where Carmilla was keenly aware of your feelings while you remained oblivious to hers, she decided it was time to break the stalemate. She orchestrated a meeting after hours, summoning you to her office to address the unspoken tension between you.

As you sat down, she wasted no time in getting to the point. With a mix of nerves and determination, she confessed her own feelings, revealing that she had long known about yours as well. It was a moment of vulnerability for both of you, but also a turning point.

The conversation didn't end there. Carmilla proposed taking a chance on each other, suggesting that you go on a date that weekend to explore the potential of your connection further. You agreed, feeling a mix of excitement and apprehension at what lay ahead.

The subsequent dates were nothing short of magical, filled with laughter, deep conversations, and shared moments of intimacy. With each passing day, your bond grew stronger, and it became increasingly evident that what you shared was more than just a fleeting attraction.

By the fifth date, it was abundantly clear to both of you that you wanted to take things to the next level. Over a candlelit dinner, you shared your hopes and dreams, expressing your desire to make things official. And as you toasted to your newfound love, you knew in your heart that you had found something special amidst the chaos of your workplace.

Despite the enchanting aura that surrounded your relationship with Carmilla that usual had you on cloud nine, today proved to be shitty day nevertheless.

First, there was the debacle with the rogue shipment. Some brainless thugs decided to mess with a Carmine truck, oblivious to the glaring logo emblazoned on its side. Needless to say, they met their demise, but not before causing a heap of trouble.

Then came the catastrophe with the catalog files—a rookie managed to obliterate an entire folder of vital content. The painstaking recovery process left you on edge, uncertain if the files would return unscathed or corrupted.

And if that wasn't enough, that blasted Vox bastard had the audacity to cancel yet another meeting with Carmilla, marking the third time in a row. The gall of him, treating her time as if it were disposable. You couldn't stand that attention-seeking-whore man-child with his oversized ego and incessant need for validation.

As the day dragged on, you finally collapsed onto your bed, still fully dressed save for your shoes. Frustration, exhaustion, and pent-up tension weighed heavily on your shoulders. It was a relief when Carmilla entered the room, her expression mirroring your own.

With a sigh of resignation, she joined you on the bed, her presence offering a sense of comfort amidst the chaos. In that moment, without a word exchanged, you found solace in each other's presence, united in your shared frustration and exhaustion.

Sighing heavily, Carmilla reached for the bottle of beezeljuice resting on the nightstand, taking a generous swig before passing it over to you. You accepted the bottle, mirroring her earlier gesture as you took a deep gulp, relishing in the familiar burn as the liquid slid down your throat. It was a small but comforting ritual, a shared moment of indulgence amidst the chaos of the day.

As the evening steadily slipped away, the weight of your troubles began to dissolve, replaced by a gentle warmth that spread through you like wildfire. You found yourselves leaning closer, your bodies pressed together as you sought solace in each other's embrace. Your lips met in a heated kiss, passion exploding between you like a bolt of lightning.

Your tongues danced a fiery tango, exploring every inch of each other's mouths with a fervor that belied your exhaustion. As your hands wandered, exploring the curves of each other's bodies, you couldn't help but feel a renewed sense of hope. Despite the challenges and tribulations that the afterlife threw at you, you were a force to be reckoned with.

"Acércate, mi amor," Carmilla murmured against my lips, her voice low and sultry as she pulled you closer. "Today has been a living nightmare, but your presence makes everything better. You're the wind beneath my wings, my sweet girl."

Her praise was music to your ears, making your heart flutter and your cheeks flush in delight. To hear her speak such kind words, to know that you brought light into her day was like floating on cloud.

Unable to contain your desire any longer, you broke your kiss, your breaths ragged and hearts pounding in sync. Carmilla's eyes smoldered with hunger as she reached for the buttons of my shirt, skillfully releasing each one until it pooled at my feet. Your undergarments followed suit, leaving you naked and vulnerable in her capable hands.

In turn, you mirrored her actions, slowly peeling away layers of her clothing until she stood before you in nothing but her ballet slippers and stockings. Her skin glowed under the dim light, her statuesque figure an ode to her grace and power. As you gazed upon her, you felt a raw, unbridled hunger stir within you, a primal urge to taste her.

"Mi alma," Carmilla whispered, her voice trembling with anticipation. "Can you be the good girl i know you are, take care me? Will you be a sweetheart and eat me out?."

Without hesitation, you knelt before her, her scent enveloping you as you parted her legs and settled between them. Your fingers traced delicate paths along her calves, sending shivers down her spine.

As you approached her core, Carmilla's fingers threaded through your hair, guiding your head between her legs with an air of completely control that sent shivers down your spine. You reveled in her power over you, knowing that she desired to be in charge, to assert her authority in this moment of vulnerability.

"That's it, mi vida," she purred, her voice a seductive symphony that resonated throughout the room. "Show me how much you love pleasing me."

Your tongue flicked out, teasing the sensitive skin at the apex of her thighs, drawing a gasp from her lips. Her hands tightened in your hair, urging you forward as you dove between her legs. The taste of her was divine, almost making your head spin.

Carmilla moaned softly, her thighs clenching as you explored her folds with reverence. Each stroke of your tongue was deliberate, each flick a testament to your devotion. Her groans of pleasure echoed around you, a symphony of lust that only heightened your desire to please her.

“Eso es todo, lo estás haciendo tan bien, fuck! Keep going, my beautiful girl.”

As you delved deeper, your tongue probing the depths of her pussy, Carmilla's moans grew louder, her body arching with each stroke. Her fingers twisted in your hair further, grinding you against her with a firm hand that you hungered for. This display of dominance was intoxicating, igniting a fire within you that mirrored her own passion.

"Just like that, mi corazón," she encouraged, her voice thick with lust. "You’re being such a good girl for me.”

Your actions became more fervent, your lips and tongue working in concert to bring her pleasure. Her hips bucked in response, her sighs and gasps filling the room with the soundtrack of our passion. You reviled in her reactions, feeding off her energy as you explored every inch of her tender flesh.

Carmilla's breath hitched, her grip on your hair stronger than ever before as she neared her climax. Her body trembled beneath you, her whispered praises— ‘That’s my girl’, ‘So proud of you, you’re doing such a great job’, ‘I love you so much my beautiful girl’— urging you onward.

As she reached her peak, Carmilla's back arched, her moans filling the room like a thunderous roar, “¡Ya me vengo!”. Her body convulsed, her climax washing over her in waves of ecstasy. You took pride in the role you had played in her release, revelling in her praises as she came down from her high.

Panting, she pulled you upward, her lips claiming yours in a searing kiss that left no doubt as to the power she held over you and the loved you share. "Great job, my love," she breathed against your lips. "Your tongue truly is a work of art."

Then, without warning, Carmilla reversed your roles. With a swift motion, she pushed you onto your back, her eyes gleaming with newfound determination. Your heart raced as she positioned herself between your legs, her gaze never leaving yours.

"Now, it's your turn," she growled, her voice deep and sensual. "Spread your legs for me, Y/N."

You obeyed without a moment of resistance, your nerves jangling with anticipation as she lowered her head. Her tongue darted out, tracing a path that sent shivers cascading through you.

Each touch was electric, her tongue exploring every inch of your body with a precision that left you breathless. Her absolute control and expertise was entrancing, and you craved more. Your hands gripped the sheets, seeking purchase as she continued her exploration.

With every lick and suck, you grew closer to the edge, your moans mingling with her satisfied hums. It wasn't long before you could bear it no longer, and with a “Go for it, sweet girl”, your body thrashed beneath hers as you climaxed. Waves of pleasure washed over you, leaving you weak and breathless.

When you finally came down from your high, Carmilla lifted her head, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Perfect," she purred, her voice a siren's song that enchanted you as if you were a sailor.

As soon as your senses were regained, Carmilla had wasted no time in resuming her ministrations. Her tongue dove back into the folds of my heat, her appetite for pleasure seemingly insatiable. You writhed beneath her, unable to contain the surge of pleasure that coursed through me.

Her fingers dug into your hips, holding you steady as she feasted on you with unwavering passion. Your moans filled the room once more, intertwining with her satisfied grunts. The intensity of her attack overwhelmed you, pushing you to the brink once more.

Overstimulated by her persistent attention, you cried out as you climaxed once more, your body shaking with the force of the experience. When you finally came down, panting heavily, Carmilla released you, her eyes shining with victory.

"Now, that's what I call some well spent frustration," she said, her voice still thick with desire yet quite comforting and sweet. "What do you say we take a moment to catch our breath?"

You nodded, your body still trembling from the intensity of the intercourse. As you lay there, your hearts pounding in sync, you couldn't help but marvel at the relationship you shared. Despite you differences, your love had brought you together in a way that felt both natural and exhilarating.

Carmilla's hand traced lazy circles on your stomach, her thumb brushing across your navel as she gazed into your eyes.

The quiet was a welcome relief, but there was something eating at you that you just had to vent about. "Okay, but seriously, that Vox dude is a major asshole, right? I mean, he's practically begging for a meeting and then bails three freaking times in a row. Am I the only one who thinks that TV demon is just a whiny little prick?”

"Mi amor, the beacon of my day and the guiding star of my night—" Carmilla responded emphatically. "I couldn't fucking agree more with you. That guy, and his associates, are just a bunch of overgrown kids with way too much damn power for anyone's good. If it weren't for you and my daughters, I swear to Santa Maria I'd probably have blown my fucking brains out by now dealing with their goddamn irresponsible behavior.”

After Carmilla's passionate outburst, silence descended once again, but it didn't last long. Before you knew it, both of you were erupting into fits of laughter, finding humor in the absurdity of it all.

You both instinctively drew closer, holding each other tighter than before. Despite the shitty day you had endured, there was comfort in each other's embrace.

As you nestled against each other, a thought crossed your mind: ‘maybe karma was real after all.’ If finding reassurance in Carmilla's arms was your reward after such a terrible day, perhaps the universe's scales were fairer than you had previously believed.

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[sailxrmxrs]

hello i really love your writing! if you're taking requests, i've been thinking about the infinite blue boys in a typical office setting with the MC and what that would be like? thank you!!~

this has been sat in my inbox for SO LONG I AM SO SORRY TO THE PERSON WHO REQUESTED THIS SDKFDGS but!! better later than never right??? right?????? anyway now is the perfect time to finally get around to this bc my brain has been so occupied lately playing sympathy kiss so office based otome is right at the forefront of my mind hehe. it's like it was meant to be. ALSO thank u so much!! i don't think too much about what i write after it's been posted so i forget people actually look at it sometimes sksjfkf TY FOR REQUESTING THIS WAS LOVELY TO THINK ABOUT also incredibly funny looking at the last post of me being like 'i want to get back to writing more regularly!!' as if i didn't slink back into the shadows again for four months this was also the first thing i've written since getting my new keyboard which is really taking some getting used to especially with nails dsklfsg still, enjoy office time gamers o7

♡ leo ♡

Leo definitely seems like the type to bring the energy to his office department, especially on a Monday morning when everyone wants nothing more than to have had just one more day to spend at home before work started all over again for another week. He'd be the only one with a spring in his step as he went about his morning, filling his water bottle, getting situated at his desk. Speaking of his desk, Leo's workspace would be the definition or organised chaos. Post-it notes are scattered across the bottom of his monitor, there's a pile of loose sheets covered in haphazard notes scrawled across them, and there are definitely more than a few pens with no ink left strewn across the desk. They also happen to be mixed in with perfectly usable pens so Leo would have to scramble for a pen when someone from another department came to brief him on a project he was working on. Every time, without fail, he is grabbing pens and scribbling on a notepad until he finds one that works enough to make notes clear enough for him to reference later on. You ask each time why he doesn't just go through and throw away the empty pens to which Leo jokingly scoffs about how he finds the right pens first time every time. He does not.

He's very much the epitome of a work best friend. Someone who will text you on the weekend like 'I know we spend every day sat next to each other but can we hang out together pls'. He enjoys your company okay!! You are very fun and he wants you to know that!! Will find himself getting into a bit of trouble for getting distracted talking about weekend plans with you but can you blame him? It's a Friday afternoon and his brain has logged off. Unfortunately for Leo, despite his brain having logged off, his computer is very much logged in so he has to force himself to keep going for that last stretch of hours between him and the weekend. Will whine and complain to you about how Fridays should be half days which, given Leo's usual demeanour at the start of the week, is an amusing shift in tone. Cut to a couple of hours later and Leo is shutting down his computer the second the clock ticks over to 5pm. He'll swing his chair around to face you, staring you down until you finally close everything down to get ready to leave. Think puppy watching and waiting for you to take them on a walk. Sometimes if you have plans for the Friday evening, he'll offer to pick you up on the way to work to save you the drive too. Also because it gives him an excuse for being late like oh no there was just so much traffic leaving their place I definitely did not stop for coffee on the way here not at all!! He absolutely did but don't worry he didn't forget to pick up your favourite order too~

I think Leo would be a really good motivator in the office too. If a day was going particularly bad, or if a really busy period struck he would be the perfect person to help keep your mood in balance. He's very encouraging for you to step away from your desk. Take a break, have a drink, maybe get a little snack to energise yourself. But he doesn't do it to distract you nor does he overstep any boundaries. He will offhandedly comment on how hard you've been working and make a gentle suggestion that a break is needed. He'd also offer to lend a hand if there was anything particularly pressing that was weighing you down. Try and say no. Try it. Never works. Leo's always happy to help because he knows you would do the same for him and have previously done so in the past when he was newer to the job and hadn't quite gotten his bearings yet. He makes the long days pass by quicker. Truly the best person to work with.

♡ milo ♡

Milo is absolutely that one coworker who keeps to himself a lot and develops this really cool and mysterious reputation. No one really knows what he does for work and no one ever asks him either because they're a little too intimidated to talk to him. It's not that he's had any particularly bad run-ins with anyone else in the office but more so that he no one really knows a whole lot about him. Any conversations about his weekend plans or what he did the evening prior are met with the most normal responses someone could muster. He's going grocery shopping, he's visiting family, he stayed in last night to watch tv. No one knows anything about his life outside of work and no one's bumped into him anywhere but in the office. The only reason people don't speculate that he lives there is because they see him drive in and park in the same spot at the same time each morning. Him keeping to himself isn't really an antisocial thing, but more so that he's there to work so would rather just get on with whatever he has to do with minimal distractions. He's an efficient man and doesn't like people stealing his attention away from any sort of deadline.

Then along comes this slight change in the office layout and suddenly your desk has been moved directly next to his. Surprise had left you stunned for a moment when Milo greeted you that first morning before sitting down and getting himself set up for the working day. He still never offered much conversation, just the usual 'good morning' and 'have a good evening' as you both left the office. It wasn't until you both stayed behind a little late one Friday evening to finish some paperwork before the weekend and he'd stricken up a conversation while walking back to your cars. It was mostly small talk, nothing of too much substance, but it was far more than he gave anyone else. If you ask, he simply answers that until the clock hits around 5pm, he's at work. Once he's left the office building, he's just normal Milo again. It's his way of separating work and his personal life. Honestly, his work/life balance is enviable.

Over time, as you grow closer, he'll start to chat more during office hours. Asking what you thought of a recent episode of a show, if you'd seen the news about an upcoming game. And your closeness wouldn't go unnoticed. You'll get coworkers whispering to you on your lunch break asking to share some information since they'd barely seen Milo speak with anyone else so openly before. You'd always politely decline, telling them he never really shared anything special and it was mostly just work related things—a white lie, of course, but what they didn't know didn't hurt them. Milo would appreciate it too, often voicing his complaints about the busybodies in the office not so subtly whispering about him. He didn't care too much about their speculations of him until they started dragging you into it too. Grumpy Milo grumbling into his coffee cup asking why they cared so much anyway. Who cares who he speaks to at work (He cares. But he won't tell you that).

♡ rory ♡

Rory at any given moment in time will take the opportunity to complain about something that has happened in the office that day. Whether it's someone not submitting documents on time or somebody emailing him with any extra set of tasks on top of his already stacked workload, he will be sending you a string of messages to blow off some steam. The first time it'd happened, you were sitting in the break room enjoying your lunch when Rory slumped into the chair next to you and signed so heavily you thought something terrible had happened and he was barely keeping himself together. As it had turned out, a new intern had done something without running it by anyone else first and caused a particularly big problem. One that Rory's manager decided would be his responsibility to resolve before the day's end. As well as meet his own deadlines for the same evening. To say he was stressed was an understatement. So Rory had taken solace in your quiet presence and let out his frustrations. Once he'd gotten it all out of his system, he apologised for the outburst and introduced himself, realising the two of you had never actually spoken before. He then offered to lend a listening ear for your own work annoyances, attentively taking it all in while you spoke. Once your lunch break came to an end, you exchanged contacts with the promise that you could be each other's dedicated work therapist whenever someone or something had pissed you off.

From that point on, you'd receive the odd message here and there throughout the day from Rory with the latest complaint. At first, it was just a way to get the annoyances off your chests but as time went on, conversations started to meander and before long you were becoming closer and closer. You didn't see each other much while working—only ever in passing if you needed to deliver a document to a different department or if there was a meeting you needed to attend. Your texts were your main point of contact with Rory until he suggested you start coordinating your lunch breaks so that you could actually hang out face-to-face rather than via text message. Coworkers would definitely start to speculate how and why these two individuals from completely different departments became friends or if there was something more to the relationship. Especially considering Rory, much like Milo, was more reserved and didn't really show much of an effort to become friends with the people he worked with. He was amicable enough but kept the colleague boundary up like a wall. Except with you, anyway.

I think Rory would want to extend your work friendship beyond office hours and would start wanting to text you later in the evening but is so nervous to come across as being too forward. He likes to act as though he's a very nonchalant person but he really isn't at all. Especially not where you are concerned. So you'd definitely need to be the one to nudge and initiate more of a friendship between you both. It wouldn't take much. All you'd need to do was text him one Saturday morning and mention how you were planning for a bookshop trip and as if he wanted to come along. He texts back almost instantly with a big 'YES' followed immediately by a 'glad you've finally recognised my superior taste in books' purely to save face for how eager he must have seemed. Would come into the office on the Monday with red cheeks once he saw you in the staff car park and try to sound as normal as possible commenting on how he had a good weekend. For his own sanity, just go along with it. He begs.

♡ alexei ♡

Alexei is the new starter who doesn't have a whole lot of office experience under his belt. He's bright eyed and eager to learn on the job but is also somewhat nervous to make mistakes or ask too many questions. It takes him a little while to settle in and feel fully comfortable with his surroundings but once he does, Alexei starts to really flourish. Once he knows you're happy to answer all of his questions and won't scold him for not understanding something straight way, he will come to you with an entire monologue of queries he wants to clarify. Literally rambles this long stream of consciousness before reaching the end of his list and looking at you all expectantly for your response. Listens so intently while he's perched on his desk chair, scribbling down notes as you run through everything he'd asked. Then turns back to his computer screen with a 'thank you' and then doesn't say another word for like two hours. He'll just be typing and clicking away with this intense focus until you have to tap on his shoulder and remind him to take a break from the screen for a few minutes. Will struggle to pull himself away for breaks because once he's in the zone he is IN. He only really likes stepping away from his desk when he has reached a good stopping point and he absolutely hates leaving a task partially finished.

I don't think Alexei would be a super social person at work. It wouldn't be for any particular reason other than the thought didn't really occur to him? He prefers to take his breaks at his desk because his chair is comfortable enough so the only people he really talks to on the regular are the people he works with directly. Being new, he hasn't had much of a reason to visit the other departments nor has he been brought on to any big projects that would have him meeting and working with anyone else around the office. Even after he's been there for a little while, he's reached a point where he feels awkward introducing himself because he's not exactly new anymore but he also doesn't know a lot of names. Whenever there's an office party or holiday event, Alexei will turn and whisper to you asking who that was or to remind him of a name. He could have had a good ten minute conversation with someone who and not had a single clue as to what their name was. It makes for some funny encounters, especially if it's someone not well liked within the office. They'd strike up a conversation just for Alexei to clearly not know who they are. We love to see it.

After Alexei has been working in the office for a few months and has gotten nicely settled in his job, I can see him being really welcoming to a new starter. In the same way you answered all his questions and helped him along with his training, Alexei would do the same for the new person. He might come across a little too excited with how forthcoming he is with explanations or offers to help out with anything they're struggling with but it's clear that he means well. He's just a little enthusiastic!! Would also start to add little decorations on his desk. He doesn't do anything too special, but he might have a tiny figurine of a jellyfish sat under his monitor and would have themed notepads and matching pens to go with them. If he's going to spend most of his day there, he wants it to feel like it's his personal little corner.

♡ brooklyn ♡

Brooklyn is the high ranking manager CEO businessman who is also one of the most likable people around the office. Despite him always being seen in his signature suits and ties with some sort of important document in hand at any given moment, he was genuinely pleased to speak with anyone working there. He has his moments of being the stern business type, particularly when in stressful meetings to discuss the company's performance for the quarter and their targets for the next quarter. Overall, however, he remains a generally calming presence. If you were his assistant, he'd try to alleviate as much of the pressure of the role as he could. He knew he was a painfully busy man and that you had no end of meetings to schedule, companies to contact for collaborations and partnerships. There was never really an end to your workload for which he felt a tad guilty. Anytime you entered his private office, reeling off the schedule for the afternoon or informing him of a visitor who had arrived to meet with him, Brooklyn is offering to make you a cup of tea or coffee no matter how many times you insist that that's your job, not his. He never listens.

I think he'd take a lot of interest in you as a person too, not wanting there to be this distinct barrier of boss and employee. He would much rather you both felt you stood on equal ground. That mindset had gotten him into some mild altercations in meetings when other company executives had made some sort of snide comment regarding your involvement in the discussions. Brooklyn wasn't going to stand for one of his most trusted and hardworking colleagues to be taken for granted. The strained tension never left the boardroom until a few minutes after the meeting ended and Brooklyn stormed out looking angrier than you'd ever seen him. Would be silent as he poured himself a cup of tea and then give you this serious talk about how if that were to ever happen without him around report it to him immediately. His expression was much sterner that you'd experienced from all your time working directly with Brooklyn, but it was evident that it came from a place of respect. And he explained as much as he leaned against his desk, pinching the spot between his brows as if the encounter had given him a headache.

There had never been any repeat instances following that afternoon, though you had overheard some whispers about the incident. Mostly from people surprised to hear that Brooklyn had raised his voice. Anytime you commented on it while presenting him with new paperwork, Brooklyn would adjust his tie awkwardly, face heating at the lack of composure he'd now exposed to the office. He took pride in coming across in a well-presented and calm manner so this one lapse of his self-restraint made him feel a touch embarrassed each time he was reminded of the event; in those moments he seemed less like the important business figure and more like a close friend you could playfully tease in passing moments between the busy hours. It was a comfortable and welcomed dynamic for the both of you.

♡ tobias ♡

Tobias is without a doubt the office socialite. He's always popping his head into the different departments with a request or to catch up after the weekend. He reminds me of someone I work with who is incredibly easy going and is friends with basically everyone in the office. Tobias can have a tendency to cause disruptions in that his voice will carry in an office room and he doesn't really realise how much of a distraction his presence can be sometimes. He doesn't mean to pull people away from anything important! But he also can't really help himself when it's the middle of the week and he's got all kinds of work adjacent stories to be shared. Will perch himself on your desk and start rambling away about something, not really noticing if you were paying him your full attention or not. It's only after he asks you a question and you noncommittally answer with a vague 'yes' that he'll start whining about how you're not listening to him. As much as we'd like to chat, some of us have work to do, Tobias. When you question him about his own work, Tobias will conveniently remember he needs to be somewhere else, dodging the question entirely and scampering away to a different department. There is usually a shaking of heads that follows after Tobias whenever he dashes off somewhere else—it's always from a place of endearing acceptance.

I can see Tobias being involved in the marketing side of a business. Definitely the one to organise big events and staff parties. He needs someone to rein him in though because some of his ideas aren't quite workplace or coworker friendly. He hears office party and thinks hell yeah time to go wild go crazy but no Tobias please the last time that happened you broke multiple office chairs we can't afford to keep replacing them every time. Would enlist you for help too because you're his favourite person to bother at work. Whether you humour him and play along or tell him to, light heartedly, leave you alone, Tobias will find his way to your desk for some quality catchup time. What do you mean it's Monday and you're busy? He needs to tell you about this movie he saw on Saturday that he thinks should be the theme of the next work event. He's also the type to bring food to your desk too. Will sometimes just buy lunch for you and pry your hands away from your keyboard so that he can slide a salad or pot of pasta into your grasp. Tobias takes lunch breaks very seriously. He'll also get treats for people in the office too! Buys little cakes or chocolates just because. This is part of the reason why everyone likes him so much; can't say no to a man who keeps you well fed.

Despite poking fun at Tobias being a bit more lax around the office, I think he genuinely would be full of solid ideas and he does feel pretty passionate about certain aspects of the job too. His work/life balance isn't perfect in that he tends to prioritise life a little more than he should sometimes but there's little harm in it. He's a very good person to be around if you're the type to get a bit too wrapped up in working. Tobias is NOT letting you overwork yourself. Not on his watch!! He's a surprisingly perceptive person and can very easily tell when you're stressed or not getting as much sleep as you should. Will take it upon himself to text you at the weekend to hang out and have a movie night with him. That way he can make sure you're relaxing and not spending your limited time off working your brain. Will steal your phone directly from your hands if you're staring too hard, eyebrows furrowed, and will replace it with a snack and gently remind you that it's the weekend time not work time. He has his uses sometimes.

[ccrisntok]

requests 2: electric boogalo

(sure wonder whos hand that is...) I forgot to screenshot this request before deleting it from my inbox. I think @sunriseindigo requested their fav lil guy Min, but if it wasn't you uh. Hope whoever did request it sees this! I went kinda hard on this bc I have posted Min on this blog ONE time. and that's a crime.

forgot to screenshot this one to, but an anon suggested: Hu patching up Ace after he falls off of a horse. I feel like even if Hu and Ace don't get along, she'd try to come to his games to support him once in a while as the mom of the group! (even if Ace is her least favorite child.) In like 90 degree heat she'd pull up, with enough sunscreen and waterbottles to keep everyone in a 70 mile radius hydrated and safe from skin cancer. And she wouldn't hesitate to help Ace if he gets hurt, ofc!

...

I really fucked up with forgetting to screenshot a good amount of these. whoever needed a pic of Nico beating Ace in a fight, I delivered! The tone in which you asked wasn't too serious, so i hope a shitpost is sufficient for your needs.

(someone requested sora and yuki from sdra2 in drdt and im gonna make that its own post. so just know u were seen anon. also person who asked for more ace and eden, same thing.)

i can always draw Whace. they are my everything.

mans even singing it wrong 💀 (thanks for the request i love whace sm im glad they remind you of u and ur bf :D)

in a better world, Arei is talking to her therapist about Hopes Peak drama rn. (i love drawing arei thank you anon)

honestly this ship had never crossed my mind. i couldn't rlly think up anything too cute for it so i went silly instead kjfaljdf (thanks for the request @weightedblankettt, I LOVE THAT ONE FIC YOU WROTE WITH LIKE THE NICO AND ACE SWAP THING. i literally went "OH MY GOD???" when i saw you sent in a request fkhfla /pos)

Hello again @xmicrophonyx :)) thanks for another request

I feel like Xander would buy a skirt to wear to a protest or something and then he'd go "wait but it matches my hair..." and then wear it like just out and about sometimes. Whit would just have one I think. Just randomly bought it and wears it. And Levi literally makes clothes, so I'm sure hes made a few dresses for himself just to test techniques and such. Ik you didn't ask but I felt like explaining my choices for who I drew 🫶🏽🫶🏽

Ur so right actually. I feel like Veronika would be like "Ohhh weird morally gray old man??? ILY." and he would actively detest her. thank you anon i haven't drawn a soy-bean (syobai) in a loonggg time lmao

Ajhskjfafksaflsga gay peiple. i love them. i really do. thank you anon. gay oepeple. aughgshah. /POS

(people who follow the despair time art tag rn ^^^^^)

Thats it for now!

still doin these so send in some more requests if you feel like it fellas <333

[sotwk]

Legolas & Tauriel in the SotWK AU

I recently received a Anon Ask asking me about my opinion/views regarding Legolas and Tauriel's relationship, but apparently Tumblr is screwing up a few things for me (including eating up the notifications for some Mutuals that I've tagged in my posts... grrrr!) and that Anon Ask somehow disappeared.

Note: This is how closely I track and value the Asks/Requests I receive. My inbox is pretty full, but I remember them all. Pending Asks burn a hole in the back of my head until they're answered. I never delete Asks, unless they're duplicates or (god-forbid), hate mail.

Anyway! I am determined to answer that deleted/missing Anon Ask because I'm stubborn that way. ;) So before I forget, here are some headcanons about Legolas and Tauriel as their relationship exists in the SotWK Universe:

10 SotWK Facts About Legolas and Tauriel's Friendship:

A Short Answer to the Big Question: Is there a romance between them? In the SotWK AU? NO. Legolas and Tauriel's relationship is mutually and entirely platonic.

However, they have something better than the unrequited pining Legolas had for her in The Hobbit series. They are BEST FRIENDS. In SotWK, these two are even closer and more bonded than they were portrayed in the films.

Legolas and Tauriel are "birthmates": a concept and term I created that refers to a Silvan tradition where Elf children born in the same year are believed to share a special bond akin to that of blood siblings. Elven "birthmates" become best friends literally forever--because it starts from birth and remains endless for as long as their immortal lives endure.

Legolas and Tauriel are devoted to each other, but as best friends, which is love powerful enough that they would give their lives for each other. If anything, Legolas is fiercely protective of Tauriel, so he would be wary of any foreign admirers that may approach her (e.g. Kili).

I gave a brief glimpse into the childhood of Legolas and Tauriel in Chapter 4 of my young Legolas fanfic, "Greenleaf's Day Out".

When they were children, Tauriel was the smart, studious, rule-abiding, well-behaved child while Legolas was the restless, rambunctious, cannot-sit-still mischief maker. But despite their personality clashes and constant bickering, they were great friends, school mates, and playmates.

Tauriel once aspired to be a healer and in fact began training to be one when she reached adulthood. However, her plans changed when the Woodland Realm grew dark and dangerous from the filth of Dol Guldur. Her parents were among those killed in the early attacks of the spiders, and so Tauriel then joined the Mirkwood Spiderhunters before eventually becoming a Captain of the Guard.

Unlike in the movies, Tauriel had known the Elvenqueen, Legolas's mother very well since she was just a child, and so she didn't need to have her death explained; neither would she have ever dreamt of accusing Thranduil of being heartless or unloving. She was well-aware of the family's history and therefore very loyal to the Elvenking and his rule, and rightfully so.

In her youth, Tauriel had a giant not-so-secret crush on Legolas's older brother, Prince Arvellas (who was her teacher/mentor for a time), but she eventually outgrew it. She also had strong relationships with all the Thranduilion princes, who were very fond of her.

Tauriel's fate and actual role in the events of BotFA (SotWK version) actually remains undecided in my head! Does she fall in love with Kili? I honestly don't know, and I will have to cross that bridge when I get there with my Durins Live fanfics.

For more Thranduil/Mirkwood headcanons: SotWK HC Masterlist

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[neptune-lover]

Pregnant? Pt6

Author note:HOWDY sorry this took forever I've been sick the last few weeks and late last week I ended up getting an allergic reaction to something we still don't know yet I see my allergist soon about it but I've also had writers block so I apologize this took so long but here it finally is

Tag list: @hauntedpostpersona @moxkindagirl @babybatlover

Tw: talks of pregnancy, mentions of death and miscarriage, mentions of vomit/throwing up and mentions of sex, use of their real names

It's been about a week since Rhea took the test and you guys went to the appointment and found out that both of you we're in fact pregnant about 2-2 and a half months to be exact. Both of you and all 3 of the boys were very excited but some other people didn't have the best opinions about this. Of course you guys had to tell hunter so he could plan a head and set up a promo to announce you departure from the company for about the next year. The boys decided that it was alternate 1 being home and the other two being away every week so one of them would be home with both girls. Hunter was very excited to hear the news considering he was the one who brought you to NXT from Japan all those years ago. But some of your fellow could workers were not the happiest although you had the ones who were your closest friends out side the WWE Universe like Baily, Becky, Asuka, Seth, liv and so many others but then again not all of you got along in real life like solo sikoa which was weird because the rest of the bloodline were very good friends with you and Damian. Speaking of bloodline Sami was another wrestler fond of you all because of the whole poly thing he never understood and though it was selfish for someone to date more than one person. But all your guy's friends threw a party for you and Rhea as a going away for now kinda thing which was a lot of fun Bad Bunny was there as him and Damian were still the best of friends Rey was there as he was happy he was getting 2 grand kids and he said that if Eddie was still with all of you he would be so happy for all of you and be proud if how far Dominik has come and some of your friends brought their little ones as everyone loved them like edge brought Ruby and lyric and Becky and Seth brought Roux but it was a lot if fun and you were so tired afterwards that when you got home you and Rhea got changed into some pj's and just passed out on the bed. It's been a few days since the party and currently you were sitting on the couch waiting for Finn to finish cooking lunch because you were extremely hungry and today Rhea decided she wanted to backstage with the other two because it was Finn's turn to stay home today so it would just be the two of you.

Hey guys that's all for part 6 I hope you enjoyed again so sorry it took so long I had a bunch if shit going on and I don't always also have a bunch of motivation so being sick and all that didn't help with that but hopefully I will be back to making a bunch of stuff soon and don't forget to check out my request post I'm currently working on one but please feel free to flood my inbox cuz that also give me motivation and also if you aren't sure if I do a character ask in the request and I'll DM you if I make stuff for that character or not

[chaithetics]

Absolutely adored the Late Night Mends work. Thank you!! Would you consider writing more monkey man kid x reader - maybe something where he praises and talks the reader through it, starting gentle and then figuring out he can be rougher because reader likes it that way. He would start out wincing through the pain caused by his fighting, but eventually forget about that. Praise/dominance part inspired by him saying "good girl, do you like that?" to the dog in the film.

Hey Nonnie! I'm glad you adored Late Night Mends! I'm blown away at how many people that fic has reached especially in such a short time.

Now this is an awkward one, I will be honest, after logging on a few days ago and seeing a Monkey Man fic on my feed with the exact same ask - EXACT wording minus the Late Night Mends mention lol - I did laugh because it's quite silly but I also felt a bit baffled. I'll admit that I am a sensitive person so maybe this in the context of other anons feels more rude to me than what it really is. I'm still going to talk about it though because I think my feelings are valid. I wasn't going to reply to this ask after that but I think this needs to be said.

It's going to be a ramble! Bear with me! For anyone who does I will give you a hug if you wish!

Writers are sooooooo underappreciated on this app and it feels like every time a writer starts to get a platform they post that they're thinking of deleting Tumblr, they're begging for engagement or talking about a really negative experience with expectations or their inbox.

If writers have their inboxes open and say that they're open for requests and you have a request idea, totally send in requests! 🥰 It's part of what it's there for! But please don't send the exact same request (especially word for word) to more than one writer! I can't speak for everyone but requests pile up quickly and fics take time. I personally can go through big hiatuses due to my health where I don't write or post any fics for months, in a good period I can write and post a fic weekly (since April I've posted 7 fics). Which is a somewhat common regularity, I know that there's some writers who post more or less frequently than that- that's just up to each writer depending on their circumstances. Each timeframe/schedule whether less or more is completely valid or understandable.

I take my time with fics, it is unlikely that if you send a request I will have it posted within a few days (unless I have the pressure of something like fics for Palestine lol). I spend time thinking about the prompt, jotting ideas and then writing, I'd say I spend 6ish+ hours on most of my fics. Most writers are also balancing work and/or study, along with social lives and other personal things like families, health etc. I work and have a lot of health stuff going on.

So I know that it can be easy to feel impatient with fic requests as you can read a fic in five minutes but it takes a lot longer to write it. I don't do much editing which you might've noticed lol, but plotting and editing take time too. And writers fit this in when they can. Around their lives. Art and fics take time, they do!ch I'm not sure what happened here, you sent this a few weeks ago and so I'm not sure if you copied and pasted this and sent this to numerous writers or if you sent it to one of us and we didn't reply quick enough so you sent it to another. I'm going to guess the former because of the wording? But everyone's time matters and this feels a bit disrespectful of the time of writers. You don't know if I'd started this fic, or if I had it ten minutes away from posting before I saw the fic by the other amazing writer. Or I could've finished and posted a fic before another writer did and they didn't see it and spent their time on finishing your request and posting it. If you have two writers writing the same prompt for something this specific, it seems unfair to someone who might've sent a prompt to just one writer and they will then miss out or have to wait longer for their fic because of this. I feel really guilty about how long it takes me to write fics and how long it sometimes tames me to write requests but I now feel like I've wasted a bit of my time on this idea, and it's time that could've been devoted to another request. I wouldn't want to finish this idea because I wouldn't want to be accused of copying the other writer because of the exact same prompt wording and potentially any similarities there could've been in the fics.

If you send a request to someone and want to follow up. You can message or send another ask to a writer, asking if they got your request, are they comfortable with it and do they know when they might get it out. Please do that instead of sending the exact same request to multiple writers (especially if it's super specific lol) or sending it to another writer because it hasn't been posted within a few weeks.

I don't know if this all made sense and I'm sorry for how long this was, please forgive me Tumblr besties! 🫶

A very tired and migraine-burdened writer signing off with lots of love💞

[sundeathh]

Hello honey, I hope you are still taking requests. Maybe angst with a fluffy ending 👀👀👀 Like old regrets and heartaches are replaced by hope when Aizawa and the reader meet again

Hey sweetie! For now I'm still accepting requests, but my inbox is starting to queue up, so I may close soon.

I'll probably take a little longer to write the ones in the queue since I need to focus on some things in my life right now. But since I've been having fun while writing, I'll probably come back as soon as possible!!!

Now, about the request itself, I left a few things unspoken so you could fill in the blanks however you would like, but I still set out a little bit of the plot. I hope you enjoy! ♡

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WELCOME HOME

Request | Masterlist

Pairing: Aizawa × GN!Reader

Fandom: BNHA | MHA | word count: 2,7K

Categories: romance; drama; slight angst

CW: None I guess, though I almost cried while writing lol

At five in the afternoon, Aizawa is standing outside the dorm building, although he has no idea why he's doing this in the first place.

But in fact, his reason was simple.

He was hoping to make amends with the person who broke his heart so many years ago – he knew it would be a difficult task, considering all that you had gone through before, and the fact that you were still adapting to your new job.

However, despite all the obstacles, he decided it would happen today anyway.

As he stands outside your doorway, Aizawa thinks back to when you were just kids; about how you would tease him until he would be a flushed mess and poke him out of his shell because you couldn't stand seeing him alone while the other kids played with each other.

You became friends with him fast. You were talkative, easygoing, blissful, and so much more. You were everything good that he craved. And that was why you got along so well: he was the calmness you needed for dealing with your hyperactive mind while you were the strength he faulted, pushing him further to wherever he needed.

You did everything together, from playing hero and villain together through childhood, till studying together as teenagers. You went from two dumb kids that played with each other to two somewhat less dumb teenagers who got along too well. You would do anything for each other.

You also went to the hero course together at the prestigious hero school in Japan. 

You could even get married someday if he had asked you to.

Shōta sighed, smiling, though he felt sad as he stared absently at the wooden pattern on your door. He remembered how you used to cry so easily whenever you didn't get what you wanted from him as a kid; but wouldn't tell anyone, acting stubbornly around him as if the pain wasn't visible on your face.

On the other hand, he was always so dense. It took you a long time to finally break through his walls, slowly peeling them down until he started opening up to you. In the process, you made him realize how much he valued you.

It took time, of course, but you eventually succeeded. And Shōta cherished you dearly. He loved you in a way he didn't even know he was capable of loving.

Shota shook his head, trying to clear his mind before knocking on your door. No matter how hard he tried to fight and forget his struggles against it – he always felt the truth would come up sooner or later. 

And it came way later than he would like, sadly. But it didn't matter, he needed to know why you left.

He needed to know why you had left him as if he was nothing to you. Or why you ended things between you both before he could even say the words out loud.

It hurts to know you weren't together anymore. Knowing you could hate each other for what happened while you were still in high school.

He thought you wouldn't be willing to forgive him for what he did to you. And anyway, here he was: back to your feet, even though you also hurt him as much as he had hurt you. Even though he thought he knew better, or that he had gotten over you.

You were his first everything. And as much as he forced himself to deny it, you were also his last. He couldn't be with anyone else after you. And he didn't know why.

It just didn't feel right.

You were all he had, all he cared about, and all he ever wanted. 

Right now, however, this was not an experience he thought he would have to endure, nor one Aizawa ever hoped to relive again because, after you left, he buried his feelings deep in his chest.

That was why he thought he got over you in the first place. 

But he didn't. 

And all it took for him to realize it was seeing you again, walking as beautiful as ever through the U.A hallways, with the same grace you had when you were just another student walking there.

He was speechless. He was also static. At first, he thought he imagined things. Then, he thought he was confusing someone else with you. But he wasn't. It was you.

The news of your hiring as a homeroom teacher reached his ears only after he saw you there with his own eyes. But he hadn't spoken to you yet. He was avoiding you, watching you at a distance.

That is, until today, a few weeks after you started at your new job.

And when you opened the door, your relaxed expression faded at the sight of him. You weren't expecting him to come to you so soon. 

You weren't expecting him to come to you at all. You knew he'd must been mad at you and knew what he was going to say next.

You had prepared your mind to hear his scolding ever since your hiring – you knew he was working there beforehand, but you decided to go with the job application anyway.

After all, it wasn't like you hadn't thought carefully about meeting him again before sending your application. You were longing for it.

Anyway, Shota didn't say anything. Instead, he gave you a half smile and asked if he could come in.

It was the last thing either of you expected. But you let he in regardless.

The second his eyes met yours after you closed the door, he regretted coming there. The look in your eyes, the way you held yourself, and the fact that you didn't even greet him at all and just gave him a curt nod told him all he needed to know.

And that was all he needed to know. Because it was clear that you didn't want to deal with him right now.

There was still pain, betrayal, and sadness dancing in your eyes. But he also noticed something else.

It was fear, pure and genuine fear in your eyes. You had the same expression you wore the day you told him you were leaving: fear, sadness, guilt, and regret written across every feature of your face.

But that was all there was, and he chose not to dwell on the past, and instead sort out whatever he could fix up now.

He whispered your name. Your gaze immediately shifted towards his at the sound, and a soft gasp escaped your mouth once you met his piercing gaze.

His own eyes widened at how broken you looked. There were so many emotions filling your expression that he was sure you had never seen them all before in your lifetime.

He tried to speak, but no words came out.

Damn it. How he wished to just hold you again. But instead, he only stood there, staring at you. 

"Um… hi, uh..." you began awkwardly before clearing your throat. "Do you need anything?" You asked nervously, unsure about how to proceed.

And he only averted his gaze from yours, saying nothing else.

You sighed. "Okay. Have a seat, I guess." You said before turning around and walking towards your bed, without giving him another glance.

He hesitated for a moment but then followed in, sitting next to you. He tried to make it look casual, but it was awkward. And you noticed, so you glanced over to him, waiting for him to speak.

"Listen," Shota starts. "I'm here because-"

"Look, Aizawa," you interrupted. You saw him flinch at the usage of his last name, but he didn't say anything.

"I know." You said. "I know what you're going to say."

You paused for a moment, debating on how to proceed. Shota didn't say anything, waiting patiently until you spoke again.

"I understand if you are angry. I completely agree with that. But I didn't leave you. I promised myself years ago that I would never give up on you, and I still do, but-" You stopped yourself.

You didn't have any excuse, did you?

"We both know there was never a promise between us in the first place." He said calmly.

You bite your lip, colleting your thoughts. Aizawa knew you were holding onto some feelings you've kept hidden for years. It was beyond clear.

"Yes, you're right." You continued. "I am sorry for hurting you." You apologize. "I'm sorry for leaving and making you believe I didn't care."

He looked away from your gaze.

"And... for making you feel like I was abandoning you." You added quietly.

There was a long silence, but it wasn't as awkward as you were expecting it to be.

After what you said, Aizawa didn't seem as angry anymore. He seemed disappointed. Annoyed, maybe. At how long it took for you to admit to yourself how much he meant to you.

"Why did you leave?" He asked quietly, his voice calm. You sighed, feeling defeated – he wanted you to speak your mind, and so you did.

"I had no choice." You confessed, tears stinging in your eyes from the pain and anger you felt towards yourself, but you ignored it. There were more important things to focus on right now.

"I never wanted to leave you. I felt at home with you, but I had to go anyway. I had to... I didn't want to..." you trailed off as your voice cracked, causing you to tear up. He furrowed, worry etched on his face.

He wanted to pull you into his arms and rest your head gently against his shoulder, but he restrained himself. There was too much you still weren't ready for yet.

"You were my home." You whispered, your heart aching. "But you'd be too far away… because my parents wanted me to go to study abroad. They wanted me to follow the family lead and become a great hero like them. They pressured me to move away from everyone I cared about and take risks I wasn't comfortable taking. I- I didn't want to. But it was expensive for them, so I agreed, but that didn't mean I wasn't going to miss you every day!" You explained yourself through quiet sobs and sniffs.

He swallowed thickly as your hand brushed against his, and your fingers wrapped themselves around the hand he had clenched into a fist.

"My family... they had their reasons." You said. "But I didn't. I had no reason, and they pushed me and pushed me until it became painful to be where I didn't want to be." You laughed bitterly, your gaze blurry with tears as it drifted to the floor. "It sounds so stupid now. But I was young and couldn't choose for myself. So I stayed there until I could choose wherever I wanted to be on my own."

Your lips quivered as you struggled with your tears. "I'm so sorry." You said. "I'm sorry for leaving you. I'm sorry it took me so long to realize how much you meant to me and for taking me so long to act on it. Sorry for coming back so late." You wiped at the tears falling from your eyes as they spilled uncontrollably down your cheeks. "I'm sorry."

Silence fell upon the two of you afterward; your breathing became uneven due to how emotional you both were. Neither of you had realized just how close you were sitting until you found yourselves practically pressed against each other's side.

Aizawa's attempts on holding back his feelings during all of these years caused him to break down in front of you – and this was the last thing he planned to do when he knocked at your door a few minutes ago. 

He didn't even bother wiping his tears away as you broke into uncontrollable sobs, finally burying your head against his shirt.

He didn't expect this, and neither did you. He was too shocked to react as the two of you cried together, but once you relaxed into him, he hugged you tighter than ever, burying his face in the crook of your neck, closing his eyes as he inhaled your so missed scent.

It almost felt unreal to him, having you in his arms like this once again. He didn't remember the last time the two of you hugged each other this tightly.

Tight enough that it felt like he could feel the way your heart pounded wildly against your chest as if it needed air.

All this time, he thought he was alone in this world. And he had convinced himself about it.

Because you did let him. Even though it wasn't intentional, even if you didn't want to hurt him. 

And when you were younger, when you knew you would have to leave for good, you gave in, deciding to put a small piece of yourself in the past without a care, pushing him away from you. 

But you didn't do it the right way. He thought he had done something wrong, or that you had grown bored of him, causing you to leave him.

That was why his dumb young self thought you had found someone else. That's why he was rude to you the day you had planned to tell him why you were so distant. 

But his thoughts made sense inside his head, especially considering how you acted towards him. You were suddenly so cold. So not like yourself.

The sad truth is, after everything he said and done to you at that night, he deserved nothing but the coldest, most brutal treatment you could give him right now.

But instead, he was receiving a warm, caring, loving embrace. Something so sweet that reminded him vividly of how things used to be.

"I'm sorry." He whispered, tears still dripping down his face. "For not being there for you and assuming so much from you. I shouldn't have done that." He added, pulling back just enough to make eye contact with you.

You chuckled softly before shaking your head, leaning forward. "There's no need for apologizing. I don't blame you for anything anymore." You said truthfully. He looked at you from the corner of his eye, giving you a reluctant nod. He still felt guilty anyway.

And it seemed like fate knew that you both needed comfort right now, so it decided to grant you what you needed.

"Shota," you started, your voice sounding softer this time.

You looked at him directly into his eyes, your gaze holding a pleading you weren't even aware you were wearing on your face.

"Can I kiss you?" You asked.

You were surprised by how quickly his body reacted to your request, his lips immediately connecting with yours. His hands then gripped onto your waist, bringing you closer to him.

His tongue soon invaded your mouth as he kissed you passionately, almost desperate. And you let him, not bothering to push him away. You missed his kisses. You longed for how he always felt so secure against you. You missed him. 

A small part of him thought this was a bad idea, that you would push him away again. But as he pulled back, you grabbed his shirt, tugging him into another kiss. One he returned with equal ardor. 

You pulled away slowly after a few minutes, your foreheads resting against each other as you caught your breath. You both stared into each other's eyes for a while as your smiles faded into grins – one of joy, happiness, and relief.

That kiss was only one step closer to healing, and even though your relationship hadn't recovered yet, you knew that everything would work out eventually.

You both knew it. You both wanted it. And it was enough for both of you.

And now, you were just relieved that he forgave you, knowing it was all worth it.

Then, he nuzzled your nose with his own before capturing your lips again. And you returned the favor tenderly, wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

He held onto you firmly, and you couldn't help but smile into the kiss, content as he held you in his arms, feeling safe for the first time since you left that night.

A faint smile appeared on your lips after you pulled away, gazing at him.

"I'm glad to be home." You whispered before your smile widened a little more.

And Shota smiled brightly just as well, reaching forward to brush a stray lock of hair behind your ear, cupping your cheek with his palm afterward.

"Welcome home." He said back. "Thank you for coming back."

[victoriapokefashion]

Introduction Post

My friends had their own Rotomblr blogs, and like, Onyx has been asking me to make one, so might as well

I'm Victoria. I'm a fashion designer, pokemon Performer, and elite trainer located in the Galar region. Pleasure to meet you all ;). I'm just here to show of the lovely designs I've made and the like.

Of course, we can't forget about my team

Aren't they just sweethearts? Of course I could talk about them all day, but I don't want this post to be too long. But expect to Earl and Arthur the most, since they're the ones most curious about my little blog (good taste for both of them, obviously)

Rules/Things to know

Not really sure rule, but yeah, I restarted Calli's account. I also renamed her Victoria, because it fits better. Old blog had bad vibes and I didn't really feel like I was roleplay8ng her, because she can actually be a little rude and bitchy, and I was too scared to be mean lol. Also, a lot of stuff about her canon changed, and it felt weird roleplay on her old account. But, I'm leaving it up, and it's @pokedesignercalli if anyone wants to see it.

Anyways, actual rules!

-NO NSFW. While Victoria is 18, the mod is not, and is still a minor. I also want this blog to be accessible to everyone, and other than a maybe a couple of suggestive jokes, this blog isn't going to be NSFW or take any NSFW asks. That includes gore! No gore in my inbox please!

-Requests might not always be awnsered right away since this is a side blog, and I'm not always drawing fashion stuff. Please he patient if you can 🙏

-If your blog has the default tumblr logo, no posts, no description, or just posts porn, you will be blocked. I apologize to any real people there, but it's just to prevent bots from taking over my account (like last time)

-Idk shit about fashion irl. I just do things that I think look nice. There's not going to be anything groundbreaking here, lol

-This blog is run by the same person who runs @quillpokebiology , @historianofgalar , @gym-leader-onyx , and @pokemonpetfinder , and all these blogs take place in the same universe. My main art blog is @mintaikk and my main blog is @mintaikcorpse if you're curious about this as well.

[plasmasimagination]

Hi! I hope You’re doing well and I wanted to ask who you’d match me with from HSR, preferably the guys because ahhahdjsbdks my pfp, but ignore jingy rn I want your true and honest opinion. (I don’t mind a female suggestion either)

I’m going to really try and keep this short (I feel like I will fail this as I literally over-explain everything—) but don’t feel pressured at all to reply to this or anything! (I kinda feel i alr did this but im forgetful too help-)

A quick summary:

I’m afab, like 160cm(5’2? With chest which I hate because I want the dark academia dressing style (i dont have money)), she/they, libra, INFP, I’m sorry, I haven’t really had the hyperfixation on sun moon and rising and well astrology stuff tbh 😭

My personality (a mess im so sorry):

Well, I don’t think I could tell you. What I know of myself is that I try to be honest, I am loyal to my friends and probably obsessive when someone shows me interest and i dont know- (there’s some mental disorders going around, along a suspicion of autism) Personally I see myself as a shy annoying brat, while in reality I don’t ever initiate conversation and never know what to say unless it’s about a hyperfixation or something—AGAIN I OVEREXPLAIN EVERYTHING. My mouth doesn’t work as well as I’d like to, I cry too much (imo) I’m sensitive to well a lot, I get overstimulated quickly depending on the situation and um well I’m a picky eater I guess.

RAHHH I LOVE FOOD. And I’m chubby. I’m VERY self conscious and messy (which I’m sure you’ve noticed if you got this far)

Fun fact! If i were to live alone (still living with parents because house market is hell) I’d probably forget to eat a lot/overeat even more than I already do. Why? Because I don’t feel it. I don’t feel a limit to my ‘hunger’ and I don’t even really think I feel hungry at times.

Also, I hate to be perceived by people. It makes me feel like… too much alive. I don’t really feel a connection between my mind and my body, like someone sees my body and I’m just: THAT AINT ME YALL PLEASE IT AINT MEEEEE 😭😭😭😭 but id never say that bc again, my mouth doesn’t work.

I think I’m pretty useless at a lot too, but I don’t mean for this to be a traumadump thingy, which I also don’t realise when I should stop or not like RIGHT NOW I SHOULD PROBABLY STOP (the doubt is real, I’m so sorry—)

LAST THING!

I’m a Jing Yuan simp, obviously, name and all, but I also firmly believe we wouldn’t be good together? Like he’d be great for me. But what would I bring to him? Besides messy thoughts and nothing?… Which is literally nothing. I want to be someone he could properly rely on and not just a hopeless random girlypop who stops processing information after something becomes a bit too much mentally.

I have my serious moments, which will for most part go unnoticed online, but it’s not like I’m inherently useful or whatever. I feel like I’m really lacking in lots of aspects, and yes I’m aware I’m not ‘old’ yet, but my thoughts eat me alive and I won’t be surprised if I well blablah me me me I hate talking about me. Nothing bad even happened I’m just weird at this point, apologies! (Im a mess, my mind is still that 12 year old kid who just wanted a good hug from her mom and a good chat with her mom without all the school and later college problems aghh I wanna be 5 again.)

ANYWAYS if you made it this far, kudos to your determination anddd i hope you stay hydrated! And eat well. Health before anything.

I FAILED TO KEEP IT SHORT. Sorry I- AAAA that’s how my brain is.

Good god jingsnuggler you're Litteraly the best request I've had in my inbox- (IM SORRY MY OTHER CUTIEPIES DONT GET JEALOUS)

And I also was scrolling from like bottom to top to write some request and saw your pfp and was like "wait didn't I just recently get another one of them?" And I was right >:} You really did stay in my memory HSHSHS anyways anyways not tryna chit chat too long since we know why you're here, and I'll use both of your submits to give you the perfect match...

Drumrolls please....

🥁🥁🥁

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JING YUAN!

WAIT ! LISTEN IM NOT BIASED.

I genuinely with all of my heart think that you guys would be perfect like no joke

He would balance you out, just fine.

He's a gentle soul, and would find you very amusing and enjoy being around you

Your talkative and bubbly nature would soothe his soul and calm him even.

Sensitive personality? Don't worry Jing yuan will pat your head and tell you it's fine

Forget to eat? Jing yuan will take note of it. And make sure you never forget. Ever

Okay enough of fluff you said you don't think you have anything to offer for him while I strongly disagree

I think Jing yuan needs someone who can keep him entertained, someone that can talk to him, he's a lonely man believe it or not, he doesn't really interact much with plp other than Yanqing, and between you and me Yanqing is boring af

So he'll greatly appreciate having a small birdie on his shoulder that will tell him all that they think , after hours of doing general work all he would need is to have someone talk to him about some casual stuff and random thoughts, yk?

I also think he would turn to you in case of a crisis, sometimes just come home to you and lay down to cuddle with you, it comforts him somewhat, youre like his stress reliever, hes usually very reserved and calm with other people, but with you..it's so different

To him you're like a fresh breath of air, like just a slap to the face to wake him up, you keep him from going freaking insane

I don't think Jing yuan is usually fit for people with a personality of like blade or Dan Heng (just an example of personality I am no shipper nor anti shipper don't shoot me)

Like ...yeah I guess they can be friends but like...Jing yuan wouldn't click with them? I don't know how to explain it but jing yuan needs someone lively and like all over the place, so he can take time to slowly organize you and your thoughts in his mind.

Phew that's all from me, sending lots of hugs and loves I hope to see you around on my blog since you're a small blessing on my acc (≧◡≦) ♡

[give-soup-please]

hi hi! i've already sent a request in on anon during the last inbox opening, so this isn't a writing prompt.

i'd like to preface this by saying i do not have dreams like this at all. i'm a goofy guy, not at all the type of person to get these in the first place. it's part of the reason i was so glad to see your inbox open so i could tell you- i'd have been really nervous dm'ing you about it. the narrator might've come into my dream last night because he knew, actually.

last night, i had a very weird dream about being in a heteroromantic relationship, which i woke up from feeling very confused because i am very gay. but when i went back to sleep it nearly rocketed me into a nightmare that was wildly confusing. but the general gist of it was a PREY (an alien horror/shooter game) based dream. it didn't start out as a nightmare, it started out as a self aware game lounge (which may be why the narrator was able to show up) where a bunch of characters in my dream came together and decided that i needed to be the mc. there's a lot about the beginning i'm already forgetting, but i do remember being resistant to this and saying that i hardly ever play shooter games and i don't like horror, plus PREY is such a big game with confusing components that i wouldn't even know what i was supposed to be doing at times.

the narrator, who was not there before, offered to guide me through it. he was definitely beside me, but he didn't have a form. though it was possible that i just couldn't see him and he really was visible.

i was surprised he was here, since he's obviously not a character in the game my dream was modelling, but he said that tonight he'd chosen to wander. i accepted his help. some more happened, but by that point the narrator had already sort of enveloped me with his being and i don't remember much beyond that. some horrific things happened but the narrator kept me on track and sometimes he even narrated what i was doing, parable style, if things were getting really bad with me. in theory it was a really strange "crossover" to have him there but he was the only comforting presence i had in there. i think he might have also helped me retain the self-awareness i had during the starting lobby.

near the end i was being killed by a separate presence that was not in the game and that i knew should not have been in my dream. i'm still wondering about what it was doing there and how i knew it didn't belong in this dream but that's besides the point. i think that being self aware made my fear more palpable somehow, because the narrator detached himself from around me and did something that i haven't a clue how to describe- him not being near me meant i had no feeling of what he was doing or where he was, like i did in the start. but he did something, and it brought us back not to the starting lounge but to the part of the dream just after that. the tone shift was completely different. i hate that this part is so hard to put into words, but that's the nature of dreams. it just... it suddenly felt like we had been doing something other than escaping near death, and that we had been doing that something else for a while. it was comforting. that was part of what the narrator had done to save me. i don't understand it.

i wanted to ask him (it?) questions, but he wouldn't envelop me again. he said that i cheated by being afraid and making him help, so he was going to wake me up shortly and if i did it again in future dreams, he'd stop offering to assist at all. thinking about that now i wonder if he'd been watching my dreams all along. the phrasing of it was very strange.

before he woke me, he told me that if i wanted his expertise again, i just had to ask for him and he'd be glad to see me again after such a long time not being able to help. i don't remember him being in my dreams previous to this, so i don't know what that meant. i told him i was sorry. he didn't say anything, but he touched my head and put a little weight on my chest.

i think i was starting to lose that self awareness- probably due to the narrator letting me go and wake up- because i especially hardly remember anything after that. i know for sure a good amount of talking happened afterwards and we touched on how disappointing it was that we hadn't gotten to see the end of the dream/game but nothing specific. the thing is, i don't get a specific feeling when reading your writing. my feelings fluctuate, they're dependant on my circumstances and what you've written. but there was something laced in the way he touched my head that made me really, really strongly feel like that was meant for you. not just the touch, but some of what we talked about. i'm sorry that i don't remember more of our conversation.

it was a lot to wake up to, honestly. that's the most autonomy i've ever had in a dream, especially a nightmare. and it was very much a nightmare. i cut out a lot of bits during the middle, but none of it was pleasant and there was a reason the narrator needed to tether me occasionally. logging on tumblr and seeing that your inbox was open was a massive jolt, like maybe the narrator didn't leave me floundering with a message that i didn't know how to give you. i'm not very good at describing things and i feel that i've rambled, a lot, so i apologize profusely for that. i hope you understand his message better than i did. if he shows up again, and lets me be self aware again, i can try to give him a message back if you'd like.

i feel like the message the narrator wanted to give you was the entire reason he showed up, so i wanted to thank you. it's a weird thing to thank someone for, but if you hadn't been someone that he wanted to give a message to, he wouldn't have been there and i would have been alone to fight everything i had to fight in that dream alone. i was only asleep for maybe four hours but god, it was so much longer in the dream. the narrator was helping me for in-dream days. thank you.

Ah, the narrator~

It's a really interesting dream you had. A lot of people are having the wildest dreams about him, I hope I get one someday as well. The idea of a self-aware game lounge is really funny.

This is really damned cool. While many people tell me about the dreams they have about him, getting him to guide you directly is rare. Sounds like when you really needed him, he was there. It's very sweet. Sounds like he protected you from something awful as well. My heart is doing very strange things in my chest, that kind of (whoosh) you get when someone does something sweet. I'm resisting the urge to lie down and kick my feet as well.

I don't know how to interpret him saying he might not help directly again, that one stumps me. I also don't know how to interpret him saying you can ask for help when you need it. Maybe this was meant for me after all. It's nice to get a message from him, even if it isn't a direct one.

The narrator is an excellent tether. I've used his character as an anchor multiple times when things have gotten bad.

You helped deliver the message I wanted, without realizing it. I wanted him to know that I was sorry for stopping TSP headcanons. If circumstances were different... But they aren't. Not now.

You're welcome for the dream protection, though I think the narrator should still get most of the credit there.

If you see him again, just try and deliver the same message. I need to make him know, even if he's heard it before.

"Soup says he's sorry for leaving." And thank you for sharing this with me.

[look-at-the-soul]

Hi again!❤️ Yeah! I'm glad I could encourage you a bit!!!❤️ And it's ok if your a bit behind on requests!! Sometimes it happens! Sometimes sh*t happens it's doesn't necessarily have to be good or and but it happens and that's just that!! ❤️❤️

I also totally get what you mean by a messy draft for little ideas in the moment too! I do that for some stories too. But I never seem to finish them now I have a big list of half finished ideas on my phone and I just keep making more😂😂

And on the anon thing, I don't know if I can speak for other people but I absolutely come back to see if something was posted and just interact in general. Me being anon honestly boils down to my anxiety kinda and being nervous about interacting with people in like a traceable way if that makes sense. But I still really like interacting with people and stuff. Even if I already follow and interact with the someone and their account, I like to send anon questions for the like "send me a ...." or "ask me...." things sometimes because I'm just more comfortable with it. Everyone I've met on here seems really nice but I'm just not the best at staying in touch constantly so sometimes this seems like a better idea:/ BUT I do know that when I do send stuff like requests or prompts I always try and let the author know that I got to read it and what I really liked about it specifically. I even have another list in my phone of specific blogs that I've requested stuff to do that I won't forget I was the one who sent it so I can try to let the author know that I got to read it. Plus i do enjoy letting someone know that I liked their work especially when I'm kinda doing it while "hiding" on anon and stuff. And I also sometimes like to go and look at the blogs of people that I haven't necessarily started following for one reason or another yet to see if they've updated anything just for fun. But yeah, once again idk if I can speak for other anons, but I do know that when I send stuff I usually and coming back and checking stuff or seeing if it's on my dash enough times and even if it takes me like a day or two to see it or figure out what to specifically say(which can be hard for me) I try to let the person know. I think I'd feel really bad if I sent something and then just didn't let them know that I at least saw it and stuff, but I don't think I've missed anything yet!

But I'm very sorry that happened to you!! You seem very nice and you're an amazing writer too! Maybe they sent it in and forgot they were the one who sent it!! But idk! You're amazing!!!❤️❤️❤️

Hello again anon!! ✨ oh! Have we interacted out of anon world?? You made me curious now 🕵🏻‍♀️ it’s okay if you feel comfortable not using your name ✨

Yes at least in my notes I get the chance to write the idea, dialogue or whatever though crossed my mind, oh you write too!! Have you posted something here? Have I read something of your work? 🙂

It’s okay, I was just wondering about that thinking what if some anon sends something and it gets posted some time later (like weeks or even later), but I’m glad to know you go back to see what’s posted, and you even track down your asks sent! ✅ #goals 😊 you’re right, everyone is so so nice here, I personally love listening (more like reading!) the readers thoughts 🥰 it really helps to keep the stories going!

If you ever want to come out from anon world, my inbox is always open :) aww I bet your comments cheer up every writer you follow and support! Don’t worry I was just curious, maybe you’re right the anon who sent it forgot to come back 🤷🏻‍♀️ I just wish I could contact this person to say their idea is posted… thank you million times for your kind words, you’re so nice as well!!! I’m going to start working on “Making amends” asap 💕 this was a lovely chat anon, come back whenever you want.

[serodev]

𝐊𝐨𝐤𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐨 𝐱 𝐠𝐧!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Warnings: Slight angst

Pairing: Kokushibo x gn!reader

Note(s): Aww,, thank you so much for your comment, nonny! It's basically the reason why I started this blog in the first place!

Original ask: Kokushibou is my current comfort character, so may I request him accidentally falling in love with a human? Doesn't matter if it's a drabble or headcanons, I'll love it either way! (PS: I'm so grateful for your posts... there really aren't enough male/gn-reader fics out there. Thanks so much!)

When Kokushibo first became a demon and started killing innocent people, he never thought about how he could end up falling in love with one. Let alone you. It happened by accident - He was supposed to kill you to get some extra energy after a more troublesome night, but the look you gave him made him stop in his place, and he ended up sparing your life, and he couldn't forget you after that.

The feeling he started to feel out of nowhere worried him at first. How could he help Lord Muzan when it felt like his heart was getting squeezed every time he saw someone who resembled you in a way or another? He couldn't do his work if he felt like this, and it actually caused him trouble from time to time because he happened to falter if he remembered the look you gave him. That was also the reason why he ended up tracking you down.

The first thing that you did when you saw the six-eyed demon again was to freeze up. Did he come here to actually kill you? But he looks so sad now. There's no way he's here to kill you when it seems like he needs comfort? — The demon didn't move at all, you noted, which helped you get rid of the first wave of shock that you felt when you first saw him.

"Um... Sir? I know that we didn't exactly part in a good mood, but is there any way I can help you?" You asked him, trying your best to not sound too scared as the man started to walk towards you at a steady pace. You couldn't help but let out a quiet squeal as he stopped right in front of you because he looked so much bigger than he did on the first night when you two met, and your legs almost gave up on you as he set his hand on your cheek. The situation was way too scary for you to internalize it normally, so all you ended up doing as you felt his hand stroke you under your eye was to swallow thickly. "S-Sir..." You spoke up again, but this time you also got an answer.

"I couldn't stop thinking about you."

That was the only thing that the demon said as you built up your courage to look up to him and those six eyes of his. It was close that you would've said anything, but he let out a quiet hum that shut you up, and it didn't take long for him to speak again. "The look you gave me that night when I almost killed you. It looked like you felt sadness towards me, towards the monster I am." The thing he said broke your heart, and you sighed shakily. "I can sense how sad you are. You seem like a person who needs comfort right now." You tried to explain your view the best you could, and you didn't miss the tiny noise he let out as you called him a person instead of a demon or a monster.

"I guess you could say that."

He pulled his hand away from your cheek by this point, and you finally let yourself look at the man more specifically. He was tall, that was for sure, yet he looked so small, like he needed to be in someone's arms, and you were sure that you could probably sneak one hug for him sooner or later on.

"Do you want to have some tea..? I have no idea what you like, but I have some green tea that I can brew for us." You told him, and you leaned slightly to take hold of his hand so that you could escort him to your home. You weren't sure if your eyes were playing tricks on you or if it was the blue light that the moon was shining on the earth, but it looked like the demon blushed slightly.

"Yeah. That sounds good."

Author's note: Thank you so much for sending me this request - I hope that it was what you were looking for! My inbox is closed, but you can still send me a request if you buy me a hot coffee!

[thatspookyagent]

The Evans' headcanons with an Alt!Male!Photographer!Reader would include...

Requested: Yes! By @darlingkitt !!! 😸

Warnings: Mentions of murder and death (not much or heavy), slight mentions of sexual themes, mentioning anxiety issues, slight mentioning of drugs, some mentions of family issues

A/N: This is my first time writing for all the Evans'! I was actually writing up another post with them in it since I finished all (current) AHS seasons but this became a top priority of mine as soon as I saw it in my inbox! I know you asked for me to choose only one Evans’ but for the person who sent me this request, I 100% don’t mind going all out, just for them! Edward Philippe Mott is included btw but I hope you don't mind me tweaking this ask a bit so that it would be era accurate! Also this is a mix of headcanons and imagines! Hope y'all (especially Kit) enjoys!

Tags: @sojournmichael @xavierplympton @tatestripedsweater​ @darlingkitt​

If you want to be added to my permanent tag list, just shoot me an ask or message! :))

Important: Whatever the reader says is in italics!

Tate Langdon (Pre-Death)

Tate was kinda shy about having his picture taken, he only did it for school year books if he couldn't get out of it

But when he met you his attitude towards cameras changed, the two of you met in the library while you were doing a school project

He was instantly drawn to your unique choice of clothes and sparked up a conversation about it when you came in to sit down

Eventually you asked for his picture which he sounded super nervous about but eventually obliged

Both you and Tate started hanging out soon after, he really enjoyed discussing music taste and which bands the two of you enjoy the most

Sometimes you borrow some of Tate's clothing, or just spend hours listening to your favorite music at his house, forgetting any school or family struggles

The golden haired boy really appreciated that you made him much more confident when it came to something as simple as getting photographed

From time to time when you took up small gigs for money, he'd get a bit jealous when he heard you were photographing somebody else for the day

Your favorite spot to go to is the beach, which is where you take a lot of your good photos at

Tate absolutely loved getting his picture taken by the tide line as the sun sets, capturing his blonde curls blowing in the wind, covering his smile as he spreads out his arms as if he was inviting the cool breeze to sweep him away at any moment

One day you brought your camera to the beach and asked Tate to stand with you near the tide line together, you pull him into a soft kiss slowly, his green and black sweater sleeves somewhat covering his hands as the sun behind the two of you went down, and snapping a photo of one of the most beautiful moments of your life

Kit Walker (Post-Asylum)

Since his time at Braircliff, Kit didn't really care for having his picture taken especially for publicity stunts

But since dating you, he started feeling better about pictures since he no longer associated them with capturing the dark moments in his life

Kit doesn't completely understand anything alt but he 100% supports you and works extra hours at the gas station in order to pay for anything you have interest in

One of his favorite things to do is take pictures with Thomas and Julia, simple family photos is something he cherishes deeply and even more so when you're included

He also loves going on nature walks with you, even taking the kids at times so they can see all the animals right in their backyard

One day, the four of you are following a short forest path when you see a little black lump laying in a small pile of leaves

Walking over to it, you notice that it's still breathing and call Kit over so that the two of you can figure out what it is

The kids stand behind you as you scoop up a weak, but alive black kitten from the ground and into your arms

Bringing it back home immediately, for a few months the entire Walker family takes turns nourishing the young kitty back to health

You know that the children would get easily attached to it, and even you did yourself as well as Kit but no one minded adding another member to the family 

Julia, after finding out that it was a girl, insisted that it should be named Jude and the rest of the family settled on the name quickly

You often find yourself having to stop Julia from dressing up Jude in one of her dresses, or keep Thomas from running around the house as he chases the cat and the both of them bump into almost everything breakable in the house

You have countless photos of Jude on the dresser, some are of her basking in the sunlight or stretching herself out with her eyes half lidded

One day Kit summons the family outside for a group photo near the front of the house and you happily obliged, setting up a stand with a little timer as the kids (and cat) join in

But little Thomas gets spooked by a snake under his foot, grips Kit's leg, and starts crying meanwhile Julia is running behind everyone because she's too busy chasing Jude and Kit is just trying to stop Thomas from screaming about that harmless baby garter snake and you're in the middle with your hands on your hips as you hear a peculiar sound coming from the camera: the sound of it taking a picture

Kyle Spencer (Pre-Death)

Kyle was quite used to being photographed, especially since he was chasing a scholarship, in a fraternity, and volunteering frequently for community service hours

He however felt differently around you, since he was crushing on you hard and whenever you took his picture, he'd immediately get flustered and hide his face from view

So you tried to catch him whenever he was deep in a study book, his blonde hair often buried in whatever subject he was focusing on, his brow creased, and his mind was completely unaware of things outside his studying material

After about four photos in, Kyle finally realizes that that you're taking pictures of him and he uses his hair to shield his face from you, a soft but audible groan emitting from his mouth

"C'mon Kyle, just one? You get your picture taken all the time! What's different now?"

He uncovered his face and arched his right eyebrow, a gentle look spreading across his face as he finally makes eye contact with you but breaks it shortly after with a brief bout of laughter

"Come here." Kyle opens his arms and motions for you to scoot over to him, you happily do, and he lays the two of you on the bed, lying flat on your backs while staring up at the ceiling

"You're a really cool guy yanno? I don't know any alt photographer boys and honestly you just...being yourself is really heartwarming. I love it and I wanna spend all the time in the world with you. I guess I'm just nervous being around such a cute dude, I don't know how to handle it... But I do know that I like having my picture taken, and when it’s with you...I love it. And that means everything in the world to me."

You nuzzled into Kyle's chest as he plants a kiss onto your head, he uses his pointer finger to lift up the camera in your hand, taking the hint you put it up as high you can, and snap a photo of the two of you sharing a kiss together while in a close embrace

Kyle Spencer (Post-Death)

Since Kyle's "accident", he wasn't too keen on having a camera pointed at him, and often lashed out whenever it happened

You tried your best to coax him into it but he remembered enough to understand that cameras did something that would show you what you looked like, and he wasn't interested in seeing his appearance

So you slowly eased him into a comfortable state, everyday before bed you would practice looking into the mirror with him which was hard at first because he had a habit of breaking them whenever he would see one

But with your reassurance and support, he was eventually confident enough to stare into it but only for a few minutes and while clutching your hand tightly

From time to time every night you'd bring a stuffed animal in with you, so that he had an extra friend rooting for him as he got used to not only his now body but his new life in general

Sometimes you would encourage Kyle to smile while holding his little friend, and at some point it became automatic for him even progressing to outbursts of laughter which didn't take long for you to join in

He got to the point to where he would allow you take a photo of him while holding his stuffed animals but only below his collar bone

Occasionally you'd take pictures of his hands or his full body but while he's turned away from the camera, he got comfortable enough to even look at his reflection in bath water or any body of still water

One day you brought home a little box after getting done from grocery shopping, you placed the bags of food down on the stove, and grabbed the present then joined Kyle in the bedroom

He was occupying himself on his tablet, which you usually gave him whenever you left the house for a bit

When his eyes met yours, he instantly smiled, and watched you grab your camera from the nightstand then sit the gift next to him on the bed

You sat the camera down and the opened the box for him, a small Beanie Baby poked its head out and stared up at Kyle with its round oversized eyes

He quickly grabbed it and pulled it into a tight hug, then sat it down with his other stuffed animals so that they could get aquatinted with one another

Unbeknownst to him, you had taken a photo of him when he hugged the toy, and now you were opening the drawer to the nightstand and pulling out a somewhat worn photograph

Kyle looked at you as you sat back down and showed him the two pictures in your hands, one was the photo of the two while laying on his bed and was the very first picture you ever took with him, and the other photo was of him now, just a second ago

The blonde male poked his bottom lip out, a gleam in his eye told you that he was reminiscing about the past, especially the one you two shared together before his death

"You look so happy Kyle...remember? When you were really nervous about having me photograph you but we worked through that together. And we can do the same now. You and me. Like before."

Kyle leaned forward slowly, touching his forehead to yours, and you slowly moved to kiss the top of his head, you understood him word for word even if he never said anything

Kyle Spencer (Fixed)

After Fiona fixed Kyle, he was (nearly) back to normal though by then you've long finished University, and were now living on your own as a professional photographer

He still kept the stuffed animals you gave him and the two of you often had little sleepover parties at your apartment

Kyle loves telling cheesy spooky stories and trying to scare you, though it never works because you two always end up breaking out into a massive tickle fight

He always gets the upper hand especially since he's no longer ticklish himself, but you always get him back by throwing a couple of pillows at his face

Some nights that he stays over, you get the bright idea to do karaoke with him at 10:00 PM but it doesn't seem to cross your mind if the other apartment residents love hearing Wannabe by Spice Girls being practically yelled every other night

Whenever you two aren’t making your neighbors mad, you’re taking long strolls in the park while enjoying the scenery especially the wild life since Kyle absolutely adores the ducks 

You’ll photograph him standing near park fountains or tall trees, a wide smile across his face as he spots a duck waddling nearby and attempts to chase it, eventually catching up to it and holding it up in the air as if commemorating his victory

Jimmy Darling

As an inspiring young newspaper photographer, something you always wanted to do was take photos of freak shows but not many were still around in this day and age

But when finding Fräulein Elsa's Cabinet of Curiosities, you take the opportunity to hopefully get your wish as well as have something for your local newspaper to see

Despite the lack of a crowd, you bought a ticket to the show, and sat down to watch with tense anticipation

Upon starting a young man with a newsboy cap, brown hair with an exaggerated curl in the front, and the most peculiar looking hands you'd ever seen, had come to announce the acts as the show progressed

You found yourself thinking about him the entire time and before you knew it the show itself had ended, and you sat staring into space while in complete awe at the man you had seen earlier

"You okay?" A voice snapped you out of your trace and made you somewhat jump. "Sorry. Didn't mean to scare ya." A short laugh followed after the reply, and you soon found yourself face to face with the man you were just pondering about

Smiling, you couldn't help but stare up at the other male before answering. “Yeah uh, just lost in thought...you’re Jimmy Darling, correct?” You outstretched your hand as he nodded is head. “I think we’ll come to know each other quite well over these next few months.”

After a few weeks of gaining the reputation of frequenting the circus grounds in order to take pictures, you also spent your time visiting Jimmy whenever you weren’t working

Which included sitting down with him and asking tons of questions, usually about his life before and after joining the circus, some of which were hard for him to answer while others seemed to make him perk up with a hint of joy

But probably the most irksome request you kept making was to take pictures of his hands, which Jimmy wasn’t too gung ho about and it was understandable due to his insecurities about them

He would how ever allow you to take photos of him while they were behind his back or not in view, and after awhile you became bored of only picture taking and decided to grow closer with the Lobster Boy on a more personal level

You’d take him to his favorite diner as often as your income would allow, just listen to the brown haired male rant about the state of the circus and anything interesting that would occur while he was there

He’d tell heartwarming stories about watching the night sky with Ma Petite or goofy ones the included him messing up during shows or how anxious he would get before them

One day you decided to help him get over his pre-performance anxiety, and brought your record player to his caravan one night so the two of you could slow dance and talk before he had to go out and introduce acts

These dances often included stolen kisses and even mumbled I love yous here and there, as you would lean your forehead against his and forget about the passage of time for a short while

One of your favorite parts of Jimmy to photograph was his hair, which at first he found weird but he loved the feeling of your hands running through it as you would style it as he sat as still as he possibly could

Sadly Jimmy could only sit still for so long because after awhile he would get ticklish which caused him to squirm or burst out laughing, which you always playfully chastised him for

When ample time spent between you two had passed, you woke up one morning within Jimmy’s arms in his caravan, grabbed your camera, and sat up straight

This stirred Jimmy from his sleep and he glanced at you with half lidded eyes before sighing, an exasperated look etched across his face that was mixed in with sleep

“Why do you wanna take a photo of these big ugly things so much?” He asked briskly, a layer of sadness coated his voice as you scooted closer to him and planted a kiss on top of his head

“They’re beautiful Jimmy. They’re your hands and they’re perfect. I’ve never seen a more handsome pair in my life and I want to take pictures of exquisite things. I can’t help it.”

The other male swallowed softly as he sat up so that he was sitting on his butt, a look of content had now washed over him as he outstretched his unique set of hands, a broad smile splashed across his face as you took a picture of a handsome man with the most beautiful hands in the world

James Patrick March (Pre-Death)

Since building his hotel, March got used to having his photo taken but only under his supervision since he didn’t want any curious photographers to snoop around and end up meeting their demise in the very place they were so fascinated of

When March wasn’t busy managing his finances, he was getting his photo taken by you all over the hotel which he didn’t mind since you were well aware of his “other side”

Sometimes when March was hard at work in his office, you would take photographs of him which always made for the most serious looking pictures you’d ever take of him

He’d always make of fuss about it though, but ultimately didn’t mind as long as you didn’t take too many 

He likes to wear his top hat from time to time which you think makes him look rather dapper (even though he usually does regardless)

Despite his protests, you sometimes have him pose next to animals, even finding that March himself has become fond of taking pictures with all black cats or cats in general

Of course, he likes it when you take pictures of his kills, you try your best to take some of him during the act but most of them come out blurry or not fully developed

He has a room dedicated to just storing and showcasing those gruesome pictures alone, and often spends time looking at them for hours on end, he even shows them off to the other killers in the Hotel during Devil’s Night

The nicer photos he has are on his office desk or bed side dresser, which he always has Miss. Evers dust regularly

If anyone harms a photo of him with one of the cats or with you, rest assured they’ll go missing

Whenever death happens within the hotel, you’re there to take photos of it, even when it isn’t March doing the killing which ends up getting you nicknamed “The Angel of Death”

Edward Philippe Mott

He absolutely adores paintings which does mean he in fact loves being painted himself, and as his lover, he has you do it for him for free and quite often

He loves to brisk his finger tips across the canvas after the paintings have had ample amount of time to dry, he finds it soothing, and loves to admire his partner’s work

Of course he enjoys being pampered so when you aren’t making him an art piece, you’re holding him in your arms while bathing with each other

He can get quite self conscious of his looks when he’s not in his powered wig and makeup but you reassure him that you’re not like the outside world

He has all of your art work in a special closed off room that only he has the key to and none of the servants are allowed to step foot in it either

Whenever he gets upset or has an anxiety attack, you usually dedicate the next day to nothing but creating paintings of things he loves very deeply

He never sells a single thing you create, deeming anything you produce to simply be too precious and dear to his heart

He provides you with any money you need, in order to stop you from having to sell any pieces in order to make a living and to keep your family from starving 

After awhile, he no longer feels the need to go out to auctions and purchase more works of art seeing as how he considers you to be his masterpiece and everything you create to be more than enough to fill the walls of his house

Rory Monahan

He thinks anything to do with alt is either Halloween related or automatically makes you dark and spooky

Definitely nicknames you Spooky

Along with Mr. Hyde, Nosferatu, or even Gargoyle

Often pokes the spikes on your chokers and pretends that they hurt him

He is 100% convinced that your clothing style would go great on a future Scooby Doo villain

Pretty much all the photos you take of Rory are of him being utterly stupid while having the goofiest expressions on his face

He’s very used to having cameras on him, due to his acting career, and thinks it helps him still be used to things like getting his picture taken whenever he encounters the paparazzi 

He likes taking nudes occasionally, though he’s not big on it, it’s sometimes fun for him whenever he gets bored

When Halloween does roll around, he actually dyes his hair black, and dresses like an alt vampire which you two often goes as together 

Rory frequently sticks his tongue out in photos or stretches the corners of his mouth out widely with his hands, or any other wacky expressions that he can come up with

He loves taking photographs with you, just one were the two of you are simply smiling together or having fun is more than enough to make his day

Whenever you get upset, he likes grabbing your camera, and tickling you to make you smile than taking a photo of you while happy which he shows you afterwards

“Look (Y/N)! You’re so handsome! Like a cute little alt teddy bear!”

He actually gets you a little teddy bear with a black skull shirt on and a small spiked collar around its neck

“Reminded me of you! We should totally call him Death Eater: Taker of Souls or something!” “Um...thanks?”

Kai Anderson (Pre-Cult)

Kai wasn’t the most photogenic person, the two of you met during his time in college, and found comfort in each other’s presence

Most of the time, both you and Kai hang out at your place or sometimes get fast food and chill in the parking lot around night time

Life at home was rough for him so he’d much rather be anywhere else than the main source of stress in his life

He didn’t mind you taking pictures of him, though at times he was really awkward and uneasy, but whenever you offered to be in the photo with him, it cheered him right up

The two of you talked often, mainly about what your futures had in store for you, and what it would be like to get your own place together

The rare days that Kai’s house was actually content and not a hellhole, he’d invite you over to play video games with him or just keep him company

When he’d visit you, your days together mainly consisted of watching Netflix and snuggling up on the couch with a warm bowl of popcorn

Kai loves horror movies, so the two of you would often binge watch classics such as Creature from the Black Lagoon or Frankenstein 

On the really rough days were Kai’s dad would get particularly unbearable, he’d stop by your place, and the two of you would stay up till the crack of dawn having fun and forgetting anything bad that happened earlier

Kai is 100% down to be your muse or subject when it comes to getting photographed for any college projects or scholarships you’re applying for

Since he knows how much photography makes you happy, during weekends he’ll drive you to places like the beach or really open scenic spaces were you can take all the photos you want and goof off together

Sometimes the two of you will stay out till night time, and chill together under the stars, share a kiss or two, and feel the world move beneath you

Mr. Gallant (Pre-Apocalypse)

You met Gallant when you came into his barber shop looking to get photos for the hair magazine company you worked for, which was trying to get pictures of some of the most prestigious hair stylists in Santa Monica

The both of you hit it off instantly, seeing as how much Gallant loved the positive spotlight and attention, for most of the photoshoot he couldn’t help but flirt with you, in his own unique way of course 

“You know, there’s not too many people who look nearly as good as me. You’re pretty close!”

 Once you were done and had stopped coughing from the sheer amount of hair spray he used, he curiously asked you out on a little date, and from then on the two of you were inseparable 

He absolutely loves taking you to parties and having you take his picture with really important models and influencers 

After dating for a month or so, Gallant made you his official personal photographer, since you were the only one he trusted when it came to catching his “good angles”

Whenever he wasn’t busy with publicity stunts, he’d take you clothes shopping, and let you pick out all the alt clothing you want

He 100% loves spoiling you, whether it’s buying you new modern cameras, chokers, taking you to get any piercings you wanted, or simply opening new doors for you in the photography business

No matter how much Gallant loves being the talk of all his social circles, he always makes sure that you’re comfortable with where you two are relationship wise

He loves having private sexual photoshoots with you, knowing that those moments between the two of you are always going to be just between you two

He keeps your sex life as private as possible, he finds it very personal and intimate

He never once asks you to take family photos or take pictures of any of his family members especially of his grandma

He’ll happily join any family gatherings that you have or support you when things get rough

Whenever you two have interviews, he never speaks over you, and always allows you to speak for yourself

However when he does mention you during interviews, he always speaks very highly of you, and refers to you by your pet names

He doesn’t mind some PDA here and there, especially when it’s done mostly in front of homophobic crowds or his nana

He never stops telling you about how you’re the best thing to happen to him, since his grandmother and most of his family except his mother, never bothered to love nor accept him for who he was

Since dating you, most of his personal struggles with things like drugs and money, have gotten less worse with you at his side

The bleach blonde male loves taking out his scrap book filled with nothing but pictures of the two of you, admitting that one day he’d love nothing more than to have a photo of the both of you on your wedding day 

Charles Decker (Safelight)

Once Charles heard about the photography contest for school, he pondered about entering but was mainly worried about having someone to drive him to the lighthouses

Since you were in his class and loved taking pictures as well, you offered him one, and since then the two of you have been one another’s closest friends

When school gets out, you love to drive Charles to his favorite spot in order to chill out, take some pictures, and maybe do some homework

You love listening to him go on and on about how the lighthouses make him feel, and how he can’t get enough of the wind blowing in his hair

Sometimes, when he feels up for it, you two will climb up one of the light house stairs and talk up there for awhile

Charles really likes taking your picture, especially when you smile, since he likes to look at the photos of you whenever he feels down

He thinks alt stuff is pretty cool, no matter how much of it he doesn’t understand, he’ll listen to your passions no matter what

He often asks you to drive him home or walk with him, so that he feels a lot safer, and has someone to talk to

One of your favorite things to do is sit outside his house with him after a hard day at school and listen to him ramble on about anything and everything 

You visit him at his truck stop job whenever you can, just to say hi or maybe show him a really cool picture that you took

Charles really doesn’t mind the rumors around school about you two dating or being a thing, in fact he wouldn’t mind it being true which causes him to one day ask you out while the two of you are sitting at the top of the light house stairs

You tell him to close your eyes as you get out your camera, and upon telling him that being his boyfriend would make you the happiest boy on Earth, you take a photo of his smile

Peg insists that you join her and Charles one night for dancing, which despite Charles’ protests that you don’t have to go, you do anyway

After talking about upcoming school projects and cool places you would visit if you had the chance, you coax him into slow dancing with you once the music changes

You both make it to a secluded spot on the dance floor, placing his arms around your shoulders, and holding his waist as the both of you move to the music

You can’t help but giggle at his choice of attire, a flannel shirt and Stetson hat which earns him the nickname Cowboy that night

After dancing for awhile you slowly take the hat off his head, kiss him on the lips, and place it on your own head, the lean softly into his chest while the music continues to play

You two don’t mind there being no cameras around, or lighthouses, just being with one another is all either of you need

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The Potions Master’s Apprentice

Chapter Five: The Calm before the Storm

A/N: This is the fifth part to my fanfiction ‘The Potions Master’s Apprentice (Severus Snape x OC)’. Chapters 1-16 can be found already uploaded on Wattpad under the same name. Feel free to leave requests in my inbox for anything Snape related you want me to write. Leave a comment below if you wish to be added to my tag list.

Pairing: Severus Snape x OC (Dumbledore’s Granddaughter)

Summary: A talented young witch is employed as an apprentice professor at Hogwarts, but who will she be working under? Severus Snape is not best pleased with his new responsibility of taking on an apprentice, however she is relentless to create a friendship between them. Will she be successful? Or might the friendship just go a little two far? With the eyes of her grandfather constantly watching over them, an attempt at a relationship might not be in the cards for Aria Dumbledore and Severus Snape.

Word Count: 2128

Warnings: n/a

Credits to Gif Creator

Severus Snape spent the next two weeks drowning in fire whiskey. When he returned to his quarters after spending an evening with Miss Dumbledore, he could not get her out of his mind. He hated himself for it, but she had admittedly charmed him with her striking beauty and captivating personally.

Having somewhat sobered up from the evening drinks, Severus took it upon himself to crack open another bottle of Firewhiskey, downing glass by glass until he no longer remembered how he felt about the woman.

The days that followed simply became harder to forget about her, as she would often come calling to his office; private quarters and classroom in search for the brooding Professor. Each time she came knocking Snape shied away from her, keeping his doors locked, and poured yet another measure of the burning liquid down his throat in the hope that she would disappear from his memory all together.

This was not him. He thought to himself. His whole life he had resisted the temptation of women like her. This was not to say he had never felt the touch of another, he had in his youth had his fair share of women upon leaving Hogwarts. But never had he caught feelings like those that were threatening to surface, except for one other woman. The thought of his first love forced yet another glass of whiskey down his throat.

As of now his feelings for Miss Dumbledore were purely physical but he did not want to risk them developing into something much more complex. Vowing never to fall for Aria as he had for Lily Evans, Severus built his walls higher than before, making himself impenetrable to the charms of Miss Dumbledore.

Staring at the bottom of yet another empty glass the Professor knew the only way he could resist his urges and keep the woman away, was to use his feelings for her to fuel his (now) hatred. Every kind word she spoke to him was ammunition for mockery. Every question she asked him was an excuse to belittle her. Soon enough she would take the hint and keep her distance. At the very least it would surely provoke her frustration and spark disagreements between the two. No relationship with the woman would of course be better than a bad relationship, but if he had to settle, he would gladly take the latter.

Reaching the end of yet another bottle Severus dumped the vessel into nearby bin, finally retiring for the night.

Countless bottles of Firewhiskey and Nettle Wine later, the castle gradually begun to fill with numerous Professors and various other members of staff. The school year would resume in two days time and Severus needed to get his act together in order to once again face his new apprentice.

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The night before the students were set to arrive via the Hogwarts Express, Headmaster Dumbledore sent out a formal reminder to the staff regarding the start of year feast. Aria was well aware the feast was a tradition here at Hogwarts where a ceremony was held and the new first year students were sorted into their respective houses. She was not, however, aware that the night before the official grand feast the professors sat down to a banquet of their own. It was stated in her letter than all staff were required to attend. Aria assumed this was included more or less for the benefit of Severus, whom she knew would try at all costs to avoid attending, possibly even more so now then any year before, though she wasn't entirely sure why the sallow-skinned Professor had been avoiding her these past weeks.

Admittedly, she missed the man, though they had only really spent a few days together, she was getting used his company and her loneliness only made the days longer. She had tried to talk to him, ask him why he had been avoiding her. However, after receiving no response when she sought him out, and due to their conversation at the Three Broomsticks detailing the man's introverted personality, she decided not to pester him further.  Instead, she chose to busy herself preparing alone for the school year. Until the past few days that is, when the castle begun to fill with Professors and she thought she may as well get to know some of them.

Almost instantly Professor McGonagall took Aria under her wing and set about introducing the girl to her fellow colleagues. The two witches got along so fast, Miss Dumbledore almost wished to become her apprentice instead. Sadly, Aria was not particularly skilled in the art of Transfiguration. After a few days of brief meetings with almost all of the staff, Minerva invited Aria to afternoon tea in her office. Getting on like a house on fire, Aria felt all the nerves that had been building up within her over the last month slowly melt away. Minerva happily chatted away with the young woman, feeling she too had found a great friend.

Sooner than Aria may have liked the subject eventually turned to the subject of her mentor, Severus Snape. Minerva couldn't wait to her Miss Dumbledore's thoughts on the man. Although she also considered Severus a close friend, she knew he would not be happy with the situation and was dying to hear of his reaction. It of course came as a great shock to her when Aria Dumbledore began to spill the details of her brief encounters with the Professor.

"He was harsh at first." Aria begun. "I knew he wasn't happy with the arrangement at all, he clearly resented me for coming here and invading his space. He seemed like a very foul man."

Minvera smiled knowingly at the young woman, never had she heard a description so accurate, though she secretly knew he was not all bad. Not that he would ever show it. She thought to herself, of course she was moments away from being proven wrong.

"Don't worry about it too much, my dear. He'll eventually get used to your position here and then he wont be so cruel... simply unpleasant." She chuckled to herself. "He's not truly as hateful as you might think. He does have a heart somewhere in there."

"Oh I know." Aria exclaimed. "It took a few days but we found a rhythm of working that suited us both. Eventually we were getting along quite pleasantly. That was, until the night we had a meal at the Three Broomsticks. Then I have no idea what happened, I haven't seen him since." Miss Dumbledore pondered.

"You and Severus had a meal at the Three Broomsticks." Minerva gawped, her eyes almost falling out of her head in disbelief.

"Yes, he didn't seem too keen on the idea initially, but he seemed to reason with himself and finally came around."

"Aria, my dear, dear girl." Professor McGonagall shook her head, trying to get a grasp of what the young witch was telling her. "You do realise Professor Snape, does not socialise with anyone." Minerva tried to state her point, hoping the woman would catch her drift.

"Yes, he did mention that. I guess he's coming out of his shell." She shrugged.

"No, no, no." Minerva shook her head once again, bringing a palm to her face. "You do not understand. I have known this man since he first came to Hogwarts at the age of twelve. He had rarely shown interest in any other human being his whole life, and he certainly does not go out for meals with his coworkers for a simple chat. Especially not one of your beauty."

"What are you saying?" Aria looked confused, not liking what the older woman was insinuating.

"I'm not saying anything, my dear." McGonagall placed a hand over Aria's, reassuringly. "Except... I consider Severus a close friend, and although he doesn't show it, I believe he feels the same. And never, I mean never, has he agreed to socialise with me just for the fun of it. The man never leaves his chambers, my dear."

What Minvera said stuck with Aria for the rest of the day.  She was even more confused than ever now. Why had Severus been avoiding her for so long, if he clearly liked her more than the rest of his colleagues. Why had he spent the time listening to her, talking to her and walking her back to her quarters, to only cut all contact the next day. She knew he was a mysterious man from the moment they met, but this was just plain confusing.

This thought circled in her mind even as she made her way to the Great Hall for the first meal of the semester. Although she knew Severus was required to be there, she presumed he would keep his distance, and with the overwhelming amount of staff and topics to get caught up on she did not expect they would have any conversation at all.

When she arrived the table was already more than half full, but still Severus was no where to be seen.

"My dear, sweet, Granddaughter." Dumbledore beamed. "Come and join us." He beckoned her over, gesturing to the empty space next to his at the top of the table. Thankfully she had been positioned next to Minerva, though she feared for who would take the seat opposite, knowing that almost everyone except one was present.  Embarrassed by her Grandfather's introduction she hurriedly sat down, and began talking with Minerva, hoping no one was staring at her too much.

Dumbledore wasted no time in waiting for the final seat to be filled, and it seemed the rest of the staff had forgotten that Severus even existed. That was until, half an hour into the meal, when the doors to the Great Hall, swung open violently, causing a loud and startling bang to echo through the gigantic room. Instantly the ramble of excited chatter stopped, everyone staring at the culprit. Almost immediately upon noticing the bat-like Professor enter the room, cloak billowing behind him, the chatter commenced once more. The Potions master's reputation was more than proven to Miss Dumbledore, as it appeared even the staff did not want to face his wrath. His presence was known and he was feared. This was more than enough to intimidate Aria into keeping her mouth shut for the rest of the meal.

"I'm glad you could finally join us, Severus. Please, sit." Dumbledore spoke softly, grinning at his friend.

Snape did not return the gesture, his features perturbed into an aggravated scowl.

"It is a wonder I even made it here at all, Headmaster." Severus sneered. "I suppose everyone else received a letter, detailing the time of the feast. However, sadly." He spat. "My owl must have fainted on the job, for I did not receive such a thing. Is it your intention, to excluded me, Professor Dumbledore."

The chatter had quietened now, everyone curiously listening in to the dispute. A dispute, which Dumbledore appeared to find rather amusing, evident by the growing grin appearing on his face. Taking a slow sip of wine, Albus let the Professor stand waiting on his answer.

"That is not my intention, at all, Professor Snape. But I assumed due to the ever expanding collection of empty FireWhiskey bottles in your rubbish bin, that you would be, shall we say, preoccupied, at this time." Albus shot him a disapproving look and a small frown before, turning his attention elsewhere.

"How dare you." Snape raged, ready to continue the argument Professor Dumbledore deemed complete.

"Take a seat, Severus, before you miss any more of the meal." Albus continued, like he had not just outed Severus' small drinking problem to the whole of the staff. This however, was the incentive Severus needed to sober up and act professionally once more. He knew this was a warning from his employer and if he continued his antics his job would be on the line. His replacement was already lined up. He thought, reluctantly taking his seat across from said woman.

As everyone had, Aria couldn't help but listen to the conversation unfold. Terrified of catching Severus' eye, she focused on the three rogue peas that danced around her fork. She thought about the Professor sitting alone all those nights he had ignored her, downing glass after glass of whiskey. Knowing him, he didn't seem the type to have a problem like that. He was clearly a very disciplined man with rock solid self-control. So what on earth could have forced him to act in such a self-destructive manner?

At least now she had an answer as to what he had been up to while avoiding her all this time but the main question still remained. Why?

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[wistfulkitten]

i dream you'd love me again (2) || jk

sadness, guilt, regret. all things jeongguk felt after reading her letter.

genre: angst and fluff? childhood friends, cheating, sisters boyfriend au

pairing: jeongguk x reader

word count: 2.3k

posted: 200518

warnings: longing, infidelity, profanity (kinda), mentions of sex, probably inconsistent punctuation 

a/n: theres probably gonna be minor grammar issues because grammarly is shit and im tired. n e way i tried making this longer, it took me like four hours believe it or not. funni how i can make time for writing but not for my hw. silly me. i tried explained why he did what he did and im sorry if it was crappy. thank u to yall who read the first one. if you guys have any requests or ideas feel free to send me something in my inbox or message me. tyty:))

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sadness. sadness is what jeongguk felt at the end of ___’s letter. sad that he hurt her enough to the point that she thought of herself as anything but perfect. sad that she doubted his feelings for her. sad that despite everything he put her through, she still loved him and still wished him the best. he always knew she had a big heart. it's one of the many reasons he was drawn to her in the beginning, but it was also one of her biggest weaknesses. her heart was too big for her own good and it scared him. ___ was always too quick to forgive and forget and most of the time it came back to bite her in the ass.

 he saw it time after time when her dad had left. he had had an affair and left his wife and two kids for a younger woman and yet she never got mad or ever blamed her father in contrary to yoona. while yoona never gave her father the time of day after the separation, ___ always made sure to set time aside for him even when he never put in enough effort to interacting with his daughters. he was a pretty crappy father, content with his new life. and though it made her sad that her family was no longer whole and her mother was practically always crying herself to sleep, it made her happy that her dad was happy. she was just about twelve then and still, she never gave into childish grudges. thirteen year old jeongguk found her slightly stupid for this trait but as they grew up, he found it quite endearing. 

guilt. after the sadness had settled in, a great wave of guilt washed over his being. while he was here, newly married with a whole life ahead of him, you were somewhere out there living the life you always wanted sad and lonely. too heartbroken to even enjoy it properly. he didn't deserve it, the comfort and security his new marriage gave him, he didn't deserve it. 

 jeongguk was merely seventeen when he fell in love with a sixteen year old ___ all the while he dated yoona, her older sister. he’d known them practically his whole life and it was such a small town that it was simply impossible for you not to know anyone and everyone. everyone went to the same schools and hardly anyone moved out of the godforsaken town. he and yoona started dating in the sixth grade. much too young to be dating but their families were long time friends and saw it appropriate for the two to start early. so that one day the two families would unite. jeongguk hadn’t minded at first. he was eleven at the time but yoona had always been a good friend. they played together all the time so nothing really changed except for the frequent hugs and occasional kiss on the cheek.

 as they grew older they graduated into more mature ways of affection but it never bothered him too much. though he was friends with yoona, he was always closer to ___. sure at first, he had trouble expressing but afterward never once did they ever feel reserved towards one another, only ever honest with every bit of their being.  while yoona was more reserved and occasionally bratty, ___ was outspoken and adventurous. always willing to try something new even if it wasn't exactly encouraged. she never shied away from speaking her mind and that was something jeongguk always aspired to be. she was everything he wasn’t.  she expressed herself in every possible way. hair color was constantly changing since the start of high school. she pulled off any type of style you could think of. you could pick her out of any crowd in an instant. she painted, wrote poems and songs, sang, played various instruments, even took up photography. she turned any type of art form into a way for people to understand her, every single part of her. she was good at so many things and jeongukk, jeongukk was good at one thing. basketball. yet she never made him feel bad about it, instead she went to every game. cheering him on. she was mesmerizing in every single way. 

 while they had their good moments, yoona had a knack of patronizing him for every fault and imperfection. when they started high school she had tried so hard to be looked at as the perfect couple. she made it a point to show that they ‘never fought’ and were always ‘happy’. he never spent too much time with his friends because ‘every boyfriend had to put his girlfriend first’. this is the exact reason jimin never liked her and why jin always referred to her as a pain in the ass. it was safe to say his friends weren't exactly fond of her either. she was so different from ___ which was good or bad, depending on who you were asking. 

yoona was pretty, though jeongguk would say ___ was prettier. soft features, soft personality, light colors were a constant, skirt never too short, hair never too long. she was a straight line kind of girl like the majority of girls in town. grades never faltering. she always believed in the whole study hard, get a good job, have kids plan everyone stuck to and it was always so suffocating. 

he wanted more out of life, he wanted to explore places, explore himself. he wanted to get to know himself in more ways than one because he had yet to know all of it. all of him. but by the time he was sixteen, jeongguk already had a career to work towards and a girl everyone was so sure would be his wife. it was like his life was a book and everyone but him was the author. he had no control and he started to dread the future. he was running and he knew what would be at the finish line, so he slowed down. while yoona was running full speed, he was jogging at most. he started faking a persona in front of his family and yoona because they simply didn’t get it and they never would. 

when he couldn’t exactly talk to his own girlfriend about his feelings and problems ___ was always there to listen. she was good at that. listening. she never judged, instead always reassuring him that when the time came he’ll know what to do. she had an easygoing way of living and he longed to live like that too. though her mother didn't agree and favored yoona more, she simply took it as it was and cherished what she had for the time being. her love for her mother and sister never faltered even if their love never measured up. ___ had a way of looking at the world that could get her far, far away from here and jeongguk envied that. she said all his feelings were valid and no one should be mad at him for simply feeling. once he had slowed down enough for the once blurry images to become clear, he’d realized that running with yoona was far too tiring and that walking with ___ was far more fulfilling.

 jeongguk was merely seventeen when he fell in love with a sixteen year old ___ and it was the most exhilarating feeling ever. it had started out as just a friend being there for a friend, but one day it turned into something more. they had been out on one for their many infamous nightly drives when they had stopped at a cliff, a pretty view of their small town in sight. pretty lights below and above. the stars were out that night just like them, watching the rest of the world sleep. she’d looked into his eyes, simultaneously looking into his soul. with anyone else, he would’ve felt naked and exposed but with her, he wanted her to see everything and to understand everything. he realized he only ever wanted one person to do that and he wanted to express it in the best way possible. he kissed her. really kissed her and she didn't shy away. he knew it was wrong, they both did, but it felt so good. so good that it felt right. right there, in the back of jeongguk’s first car, clothes disappeared one by one and they wrote love poems into the bareness of their skin. so passionate, so raw that it was impossible to stop afterward. they did it again and again behind closed doors, behind the curtain they drew in the depths of night. it was nothing they ever felt before. when they weren’t tangled within each other they explored as much as the city would let them. talking about anything and everything. no boundaries. 

___ planned on leaving once she graduated, didn’t know where to but the farther the better. she hated it here and so did he. it made jeongguk sick to even think about a life without her in it. he was selfish, he knows. he had them both and it was very clear which of them he loved more yet it saddened him that the one he favored more would ever leave him here. alone. that was until she asked him to come with. she asked him to run away with her. he swears if he wasn't deeply in love with her then, he was now. of course he said yes. running away and seeing the world with his favorite girl was a dream. a dream he truly wanted to become reality. 

they planned it out. jeongguk and yoona graduated and while ___ finished her final year in high school and yoona stared college, jeongguk took a gap year waiting for ___. waiting for their dream while working jobs here and there, financially preparing. he also took a business internship so that his family would get off his back for working instead of college. it was full proof, even the boys knew. though they thought it was risky, they supported them both. they had grown fond of ___.  they’d both work jobs to add onto their savings and the day after ___ graduated they’d leave and never come back. that was the plan, the dream. and yet they never made it.  

regret. he regretted it so much. the faithful day came but jeongguk didn’t. she waited and waited but he couldn’t do it. he watched from afar, luggage in hand. watch her wait. watched her cry when she realized. he cried with her. he was just so damn scared. a coward is what he was. he was scared of the unknown, something he craved so much and yet he was scared of it. and that's exactly how he felt for ___ at that moment. he craved her so much, loved her so much, and yet he was scared of her. scared that her spontaneous ways would one day be the end of them. he thought of yoona, at least with yoona he knew what he was getting. knew exactly where they’d end up. he wanted certainty and that's why he watched her leave. but to his surprise, she didn't leave, not yet. she stayed and waited, waited long enough for everyone else to find out. she was then branded as a little slut that wanted a taste of the forbidden fruit, the one he didn't choose. it was far from the truth but its what everyone believed. and so she left far far away and he didn't chase after her. god did he regret it. every day since that day he’s felt nothing but regret. he was back to putting the mask on trying to appease everyone. surprisingly no one reprimanded him and for that he felt anger, anger he’d only felt towards himself.

___ was the love of his life so it hurt. it hurt to see that she didn’t think of herself like he did. he wasn't aware she felt that way. like she was in yoona’s shadow. to him, it had never been like that because she’d been the one he sought to look at first in every room. it hurt to see she thought so low of herself but you could say he wasn't any better. he was newly married and yet he was miserable. it had only been a few months since he and yoona got married and people were already asking when they were having a baby. straight out of college and things were moving so fast. he was nauseated and lived life in such a lethargic manner. he needed her. 

she said she still loved him. maybe it wasn’t too late. maybe he could turn things around and fulfill the dream they never reached. so he picks up the phone and dialed the number he used to call every night. it was so familiar that he didn’t need to think twice about it.

it rang once, twice, and finally, on the third ring, she answered.

“gukk?”

he cried at the sound of her voice. he missed her so much. after a while, he could hear soft sniffling from the other line.

“can i come home?” he asked, voice so hoarse it hurt.

“you are home… aren’t you?” voice strained, sounding confused.

“no no, you’re my home ___. i need to come home. “

with that jeongguk couldn’t help but cry harder.

“shhh shhh gukk, it's ok. everything will be ok.” she cooed familiar words he hadn’t heard in a while. “ok, come home. come to me baby.”

he booked the first flight he could as soon as she said where she was and packed up as much as he could. he was gonna stop living this lie and start living for himself. something he should have done four years ago. and in a few hours, that’s exactly what he was gonna do. live the life he dreamed of with her, no holding back. he needed to stop being afraid. he was on his way, without a care in the world. jeongguk loved ___ and ___ loved him. that's all that mattered.

he’d send the divorce papers over tomorrow.