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My name is Sphny, and this blog is for my TFFC: Bold Bright Brisk; specifically a Rescue Bots Academy Fan Continuity that draws a majority of inspiration from the Aligned Continuity in general. Including Transformers Prime, Transformers Rescue Bots, and Transformer Robots In Disguise 2015.

Of course, I won’t only be drawing inspiration from the Aligned Continuity series, but also including elements from other TF media; for example: Transformers Cyberverse, Transformers Animated, and Transformers More Than Meets The Eye.

Going from LEFT to RIGHT, Rescue Team #1, we have:

Whirl Jr., Hotshot, Wedge, Medix, and Hoist

Then we have these guys for Rescue Team #2:

Scorch, Brushfire, Laserbeak, Prince, and Slash

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[chishiyaisasnack]

Dare, part 5

Part 4 Part 6

Hi and welcome back to this silly series. This will be known as the walkie talkie chapter. There’s a lot of dialouge in this, and to not have to write ’he said/she said’ all the time I decided to write ” (in bold) when Chishiya talks and ” (normal font) when the reader talks.

(If you want to laugh while reading it just imagine the characters going ”over bzzt” at the end of ever sentence)

Disclaimer! This is pure smut. Only read it if you are of age and comfortable with the topic. It’s written and posted on mobile so I’m sorry if there’s any errors.

Tags @cham0mil3-and-h0n3y

”So… what are you wearing?”

The buzzing sound from the walkie talkie in your hand made you jump in your spot. You should’ve known that this stake-out that you and Chishiya were sent out on wasn’t going to be a quiet and smooth one. Nothing ever were with him. But… phone sex? You pressed your thumb on the transmission button, ready to stop whatever he was doing this time.

”Really? Do you really think that this is the right time for that?”

The rooftop you were stationed on was overlooking a part of the dark streets of night time Tokyo. Normally it would have been full of life, lights everywhere and happy voices filling the gaps between cars driving past those people. Now it was hauntingly empty, the only sound coming from the gusts of wind up on the roof.

”Why not? We’re just waiting anyway.”

Chishiya was stationed in the same building, just on a lower floor. He was supposed to be up here with you but couldn’t be bothered to climb the stairs this high up. Your thighs wished that they had followed his idea and stayed a couple of floors down. Thankfully it wasn’t an apartment building, just an office building with around 25 floors. 25 floors too many.

”What has gotten into you?” You didn’t know Chishiya had this in him, making a move over the device which buzzing noice was starting to really test your nerves by now.

”I’m just curious of what you are wearing, that’s all.” Chishiya was surely just messing with you, there was no way he would dirty talk normally so why do it over a device like this?

”You saw me like five minutes ago” you huffed back at him, rolling your eyes before continuing to look out over the street below you.

”Oh, so you’re not wearing anything under your skirt? How bold.”

You sighed and rolled your eyes.

”For fucks sake.”

”Don’t you want to know what I’m wearing?” Chishiyas tone had turned playful, he knew that he had caught your attention and he was enjoying it.

”Not really, no.”

”But how could you imagine me being there with you if you don’t know what I look like?”

You could imagine him very clearly. Probably sitting on a couch, not giving any attention to his actual task, just with that provoking smirk on his face knowing that he was bothering you.

”I saw you too about five minutes ago, besides I’d rather not imagine anything, thank you very much. We’re here to keep an eye on the surroundings.”

”Hmm…” The buzzing sound left an echo on your ears as Chishiya went quiet. Did he finally give up? No, it was never this easy. Wait, had he spotted someone? Was he in danger? Your heart rate went up as you ran further towards the edge to see if anything was happening down there, but it didn’t take long before the buzzing was back.

”I bet I can make you cum while talking like this before they call us back.”

Nope, he clearly only just started, and the worst part was that the tingling feeling between your legs was telling you that it was working.

”I doubt it.” You weren’t going to give in that fast. At least, that was what you told yourself. You gave the streets below you one last look before you wandered back to the nearest wall to get some cover from the chilly winds.

”So you’re not imagining me leaning against the wall with a hand on my cock?”

You choked on nothing and started coughing. Now you definitely were imagining that and you didn’t disapprove with the sight. Truth was that you had been dying to see Chishiya touch himself for a while now. Him - standing, laying or sitting, it didn’t matter at all - with his fingers wrapped around himself, working up and down in the way he liked the most. Breath hitching, legs twitching, whispering your name when he comes…

”… Are you?”

”No.”

God damnit. So much for that fantasy.

”But I will be if you join me. So, are you going to take on the bet?”

Of course you were going to take the bet. But first you had to know how to make Chishiya lose.

”What do I get if I win?”

”Well, if you lose you’ll get an orgasm. I think that’s a pretty good bet” Chishiya purred on the other end of the device.

”But if I win?” It wouldn’t be a good bet if you didn’t have a chance to gloat.

”I’ll finish you off myself when we get back. However you want me to. So are you in?”

That tingling between your legs turned into burning when the image of his tounge between your legs flashed before your eyes.

”I don’t have anything better to do, so sure. Good luck, Chishiya.” You knew that he saw right through your attempts at being unbothered but you couldn’t give in to his smugness just yet.

You sank down onto the floor, leaning your back against the wall. If you were participating in this you might aswell be comfortable. It was silent around you when Chishiya didn’t talk, the night breeze swept through the air and chilled your already heated cheeks, probably already blushing from what was about to come (preferably you).

”Tell me what you are wearing.” Chishiyas voice was lower this time, sultry, sliding it’s way into your ears and going straight to your core. You were so easy to get going, and he knew it. Why did he have to sound so good?

”Except for the skirt and tank top, a black lace bra and matching lace panties” you started, lowering your own voice to match his. ”They have a tiny white bow on them. Very cute.”

”Have I seen them before?”

”I don’t think so. You’ll get to see them later when you lose, I promise.” This time it was your face that was painted with a smirk.

”Are you standing up?” Chishiya sounded just as unbothered as ever, so you decided to change that.

”No, I’m sitting down with my knees pulled up towards my chest. My skirt is barely covering anything. If you were here in front of me you’d see that white bow I mentioned.”

”Good. Stay like that.”

He was being bold already, but you decided to put a bit more pressure on him to see just how far he would take the dirty talk, to see what he would say to make you drown in his voice.

”Tell me what you’d like me to do Chishiya” you said and raised the stakes. Chishiya took the bait.

”I want you to close your eyes, then picture my fingers on your body, touching your neck, your chest, your stomach. I know how sensitive you are there, I can feel the way you shiver every time I touch you right below your ribs.”

Pleased with his courage, you did as he asked, closed your eyes and let your imagination take over. The feeling of his hands on your body was easy to recall, warm and soft, always so gentle when he traced along your skin.

”Use your hand. Touch yourself like if I was touching you.”

You moved your empty hand to your neck, slowly dragging your fingers over it, making yourself shiver, just like he would’ve made you. He liked to trace the outline of your ear with his thumb, following with a kiss so soft that it would leave you breathless.

”Now your chest.”

Your hand flowed over your collarbone and down to the skin between your breasts, as low as your tank top let you, continuing by tracing the swell of your breasts above your bra. You imagined Chishiya pushing your bra down to feel more, cupping your breast while his mouth worked wonders on your collar bone.

”Your hands always feel so good on me Chishiya. So warm, so soft” you mumbled into to the device in your other hand. He was truly skilled with those hands and he knew exactly how to touch you to drive you crazy. After touching your breasts, he would move lower onto your stomach and draw lines with his fingertips, light as a feather that left a burning sensation after it. He’d make you roll your hips under him as your body would automatically beg for more, but he wouldn’t give it to you, not yet.

”Where do your want my hands right now?” He was definitely being affected by this, you could hear it in the way he had softened his voice, no longer just asking but wondering.

”Sliding up the inside of my thighs, like I’m doing right now.” You imagined his hands starting at your knees and stroking all the way up to your hip, before using his thumb to press on the soft skin inbetween your thighs. He wouldn’t give it to you just yet, he’d make you imptatient, struggling to cope with the lack of touching where you wanted him to, focusing on your soft inner thighs with both his fingers and his lips.

”Your legs are so soft. I can’t wait to have them wrapped around my head while I eat you out.”

You couldn’t wait either. His warm mouth covering you, tounge circling, lips gently sucking…

”And you always move your hips towards me when I touch you there, letting me know what you really want.”

Chishiya lowered his voice once more, almost down to a whisper.

”What do you really want, y/n?”

”I want to feel your mouth on me” you whined, longing for the feeling of warm, wet lips kissing, sucking, breathing on your now burning skin. The chilled night time air did nothing to help with how hot you were, legs now spread open and head leaning back against the wall.

”Where do you want it?”

”Anywhere. My neck, my stomach, my legs…” you mumbled mindlessly as you started to trace the outline of your underwear, teasing yourself while waiting for Chishiyas words. ”Wherever you want. Everywhere.”

There was a brief pause before the device came to life again. When it did, it did with the exact words you wanted to hear.

”I want you to touch youself for me.”

You didn’t hesistate and slipped your hand under your panties, sighing deeply with content when you finally brushed over your clit, the electrifying feeling taking over as you started to rub small circles over it. Your hips moved in circles, mirroring the pattern your fingers made.

”Tell me how wet you are” Chishiya sounded breathless too, hopefully from being just as into this as you were.

”So wet” you moaned, just for him. ”I can barely touch myself properly, my fingers keep sliding.”

”Put two fingers inside yourself.”

You followed his wishes and let you finger move from your clit to your entrance, just to be added by another one before sliding into yourself. Another quiet moan escaped as you filled yourself, putting pressure on your walls and brushing past that spot that felt so, so good. You visioned Chishiyas fingers inside you, struggling to reach as far as he could, leaving you desperate for more.

”Your fingers feel so much better. They are so long… you always reach so deep. They feel so good inside me.” You hoped your whining had an effect on him too, hoped that he was on the other end of the line fucking his hand like you were doing to yourself.

”Use your other hand to rub yourself.”

You immediately went to use your other hand, relieved that you were going to be able to come really soon, but was stopped once you remembered the device still being held in it.

”Then I won’t be able to answer you.”

”That’s okay, just listen to my voice.”

You thought you could hear shuffling in the background while he talked, and you were pleased with the thought that it might have been him removing his shorts.

”Okay. Just keep talking, please”

You did as Chishiya told you, placed the walkie talkie next to you and shuffled another finger into your panties because you couldn’t find it in you to stop and take them off. A whimper escaped your lips when your finger came in contact with your bundle of nerves, instantly increasing that electrifying feeling that was coursing through your veins.

”I can’t stop thinking about your mouth around my cock. You, on your knees, sucking me off and touching yourself at the same time.” Chishiya sounded needy, breathing heavy and with that low raspy voice that lit you on fire.

Fuck, you wanted that too. His reactions to you blowing him were the best. Starting with barely being audible to saying your name like a prayer when he was close. His fingers threaded through your hair, his hips struggling not to take over and fuck into your mouth. How could you not get off to that?

”I wish you did it right now, my hand is boring compared to you.”

So he was touching himself. You wondered what speed he went, slow and steady to drag it out, or maybe he was impatient and fucked his hand with urgency.

”You’re so wet, aren’t you? I bet I could slide my cock right in. Fuck you nice and deep, just how you like it”

Fuck, you wouldn’t last another minute if he kept this up. In your head you could feel him filling you up and fucking you until you were a complete mess. His cock felt amazing, and since he was so attentive and observant he knew exactly what you liked and he gave it to you better than you could’ve ever dreamt of.

”I want to be inside you. I want to fuck you until you can’t stand, then bend you over until you can’t move. And then, if you’re really good, just like you are right now, I’d come wherever you want me to. Do you want me to fill you up? Or do your want it on your body? You looked so pretty that time, when I came all over your chest.”

Your mind went blank. You didn’t think that the thought of him coming on you instead of in you would be this much of a turn on. Then again, he never wanted to do it because of the mess, so you might have unknowingly developed a thing for it. Who knew? You certainly didn’t and you certainly didn’t care when the only thing on your mind was a groaning Chishiya behind you, filling you up as he rocked into you.

”Come for me”

You didn’t have a choice but to follow. With a final moan you came, finally getting the release you’ve been building up to. The orgasm rode through your like waves, from the tip of your fingers and down to your toes, spreading warmth and satisfaction throughout your whole being. You didn’t remove your fingers until the last wave had stopped, and when you did you let them fall to your sides, onto the cold cement below you to rest while you catched your breath.

You opened your eyes after what felt like an enternity, but instead of the view of the buildings around you, you were met with a figure standing in front of you and you felt all air leaving your lungs at once.

You screeched, turning around on the ground so fast that you almost fell backwards and crossed your legs so quick that the slap from your thighs against eachother stinged.

”What the hell are you doing!?”

”Watching you.” Chishiya just grinned as he observed you freaking out in front of him. ”You were right about the white bow.”

”Yeah, I can see that!” You ignored the comment about you underwear and picked up your sandal that had flown off your foot when you tried to kick away from him. You considered throwing it in his face. ”How long have you been standing there?”

”Long enough to see you lose the bet.”

[randomfanboi]

Flamin’ Hot

Jacob Black x Male Reader (SMUT)

Summary: After Bella and Edward leave for their honeymoon, Jacob visits you. However his drop by is anything but a friendly conversation. To be fair he catches you masturbating, he believes that his imprint needs a little help.

Author: So this is my first Jacob Black smut! So this fic was heavily inspired by a another fic, but for the love of god i could not find it. So I decided to write this fic, the only difference between this this fic and what it was heavily inspired by is the gender of the reader, so that aspect is different. Props to the original plot of the fic author.

Warnings: Smut, anal sex, 18+ PWP

Font Meaning: thought, Meaningful

“-well you must have a great time Bella, be sure to call me.” You stated, giving her a hug she returned, with a smile. You turned to Edward, a fake smile on your face. “Have a great time as well Edward.” You said extending your hand for him. Your words were kind but your mind thought out violent thoughts if he ever did harm to Bella. He shook your hand with a smile but slightly grimaced when he made eye contact with you, you had to resist rolling your eyes for whatever reason he suddenly grimaced.

Waving goodbye to them, mainly Bella. You left the airport and began to drive back to your house. It’s not like you hated Edward… scratch that you did. How he suddenly left Bella in a state was the main reason. But you shrugged it off, Bella happiness was the most important thing and if that was marrying Edward, so be it.

…

You parked your car in your garage, and stepped up to your porch. Your parents were out of town for a couple of days, they said it was for work but you knew your parents wanted to stay a place were it was just… the two… of them. Shaking your head to get out the disturbing thoughts. You took out one of the cigarette packets from the drawers of the porch table. You flickered your lighter as the cigarette caught a blaze on the first try as you leaned back against the front door.

You closed your eyes enjoying the moment. Smoking always helped you gather your thoughts and relax but it did something else. It made you crave sex. Fuck you thought as you felt and saw the bulge in your trouser. You sighed and started to grope it with your right hand, your left angled down a bit, popping the cigarette out of your mouth as you let out a puff of smoke. You continued touching yourself not caring that were on your outside porch, but you also did not see the figure watching you, Jacob.

When Jacob first met you he was aware that you were a close friend of Bella. A rough guy who would do so much to protect his friends, you always sent Edward nasty looks even though you were unaware of what Edward and him are, you came across as a person who couldn’t give a fuck till your loved ones were hurt, which Jacob thought was badass. However when he made eye-contact with you and no longer felt the pull of gravity of the Earth, he realised you were his imprint. You did talk to him and Jacob savoured every detail about you, he quickly forgot about Bella.

But back to the moment, he came to visit you after hearing Bella go on her honeymoon. He had shifted to a wolf to run through the forest then turn back at the edge of it to put clothes on, well just shorts, and began walking to your house and froze when he saw the clear view of your outside porch and you. Jacob was transfixed by seeing you touch yourself, the way you were leaning your head back against the door exposing your neck, and how you bit your lip, hypnotised Jacob.

He heard your sighs of pleasure as well as the inhale and exhale of your cigarette. He almost groaned loudly as he saw you fish out your cock and start building up a rhythm as your moans and groans slightly increased. Jacobs inner wolf was practically begging him to touch you. Jacob wiped the drool from his mouth before quietly walking up the stairs of your porch, his eyes roaming all of your body as he slightly fondled himself until he was up on your porch.

Lewd images ran through your mind as you cracked an eye open, ahead of you was one of your lewd thoughts. It took you two blinks that it was not your imagination but the real Jacob. You gasped eyes wide with shock as embarrassment settled in but you noticed in your shock, Jacobs eyes were roaming all over your body. Is he-Is- is he checking me out? you thought. Almost two seconds of silence went by till you spoke.

“J-Jacob!? What the fuck are you doing here!? Sorry, l-let me just-.” Before you could put your cock back into your underwear or go through the door so you could escape this embarrassing scenario. Jacob quickly approached you and put his lips on yours. You were stunned, astonished, startled, dumbfounded, flabbergasted, whatever else was in the thesaurus. Jacob then separated the kiss but only till your lips barely grazed each other. You looked up at him, he was looking at you with an intense gaze.

His face seemed to be telling you two things: One was his desire for you, how he basically needed you. You bit your lip at his gaze. His eyes followed the motion, oh how badly he wanted to do it himself. Second was a silent question of your consent. You noticed how much he was holding back to take you there and then, to shove you up your front door and to claim you, how willing he was to do it by your front porch. You gave a slight nod before putting your lips on his again. That was all he needed.

He shoved you up against the front door as he inserted his tongue into your mouth, all within a second. You gasped giving his tongue more room to roam. You honestly tried to fight back with your tongue, wanting to take over the kiss but he was just too good, growling whenever you tried to take control over the kiss. Fuck it you thought, you could be a sub today it was certain that Jacob wanted to be dom. Jacob then gripped your shaft with a warm hand, it felt like the close space of a campfire. Pleasure shot up through your spine as Jacob hand moved along your shaft, your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you moaned into his mouth.

Jacob growled before grabbing your shirt with both hands and ripping it, honestly you couldn’t have given a flying fuck about it. He pressed his chest to yours and his skin felt as if it was on fire, you moaned as his lips were on yours again. Next to be ripped was your trousers and underwear, his flamin’ hot body, figuratively and literally, kept you from feeling the cold of the night. He kissed down your chest, sparks erupting where he traced.

He stopped in front of your cock, he licked the tip and you actually whimpered and keened at the same time. Your hand shot to your mouth, eyes wide, cheeks beginning to redden. Jacob looked up at you raised a brow and smirked, his face all too smug. You were about to say something to him, an excuse for the embarrassing sound you made, but he swallowed the top half of your cock before you could. Your fingers and your toes inside your shoes curled, your teeth gritted, all signs that showed you stopping yourself from cumming early.

But you really had to focus when he started to bop his head up and down your cock. You bit your hand to not moan too loud. How is he so good at this? His mouth felt so warm and good. You kept resisting your orgasm till his mouth and tongue became too much. “Fuck Jacob!” People could have heard that but you couldn’t give a fuck, he was too good. You grabbed the back of Jacob’s head and thrusted your cock into his mouth, a surprised noise came from Jacob as you did this. You then came into his mouth, your entire body almost becoming numb as you let out moans of pleasure.

Jacob swallowed everything before coming back up to kiss you, you moaned as you tasted yourself on his mouth. You placed your hands on his chest, as you continued the kiss, trailing them down till you felt something hard and big poking through his shorts. You chuckled as you turned Jacob into the wall and began trailing down his body, which felt like it was literally burning, with your mouth. Jacob leaned his head back on the door and groaned as you got to his hips. You pulled his shorts and underwear down and nearly jumped when something large almost slapped you. You gasped at Jacob’s size, you looked up at him and saw that smug look on his face, you rolled your eyes, before taking him in your mouth.

Jacob let out a mixture of a groan and a growl, as you bobbed up and down his shaft. You let him out of your mouth with a pop, and began licking the head of his cock, looking up teasingly at him. Jacob growled and grabbed the back of your head and forced you down on him again. “Payback.” Jacob said through gritted teeth. You gagged in shock, before Jacob began thrusting into your mouth. His moans and groans became louder with each thrust till he spilled into your mouth as you swallowed as much as you could.

Jacob then leaned down to kiss you, then turned you against the door with your back facing him. He knelt down and you almost yelped when you felt his hot tongue by your entrance. You moaned at his tongue roaming your entrance, your moans beginning to heighten again. A bit of time passed by and you were getting impatient. Just put it in already! you thought. You turned your head back and made eye contact with him. “What? Do I have to fucking beg?” You said irritated. Jacob chuckled. “That would be nice for another time, but I can’t wait a second longer.” Jacob ended his statement with a smack to your ass.

Jacob gripped your hips with his warm and large hands before sliding his tip in, you moaned again. Jacob ripped of his shorts as he began to push in further. You moaned but slightly chuckled at the fact that you both were wearing nothing but shoes. Jacob began kissing the back of your neck, you turned your head to meet his tongue with your own, the hot make out session distracting you as Jacob thrusted the rest of his length in. You moaned realising now that he was fully sheathed inside of you.

Jacob began a slow rhythm but quickly amped up the speed as your moans encouraged it. You hooked your arm back, pulling Jacob closer to you. If his skin didn’t really feel like it was on fire before it sure was now. It now felt as you were on fire, the heat growing and growing the more quicker Jacob thrusted. Then he hit the spot and you keened loud. Jacob let out a dark chuckle before focusing his thrusts on your prostate. You started moaning shamelessly letting your tongue fall out of your mouth, Jacob swearing he had never seen anything as hot and sexy as your face right now.

Both of your moans echoed around your porch till your orgasms approached. “Oh fuck Y/N!” Jacob moaned out as he pushed deep inside you. “J-Jake!” You moaned out as both of your cocks spilled out their seed. You guys began panting after such a high release and you still felt Jacob’s flamin body’s heat. Jacob pulled out and you turned to kiss him as he laid his forehead against yours.

You started chuckling and so did Jacob. “So… I’m free tomorrow?” Jacob laughed as he scooped up your clothes and his, kissed your forehead and carried you inside the house bridal style.

[mikqls0n]

Jealousy|| Jamie Campbell bower x fem!reader

Masterlist

Summary: Jamie and reader are a couple of 11 years and 9 years married, still Jamie always finds himself jealous whenever you talk to other men

Warnings: smut, mature language,arguing, half of this probably makes no sense(smut part) cause I just started writing and did not think about how it sounds so

Extra: use of y/n, this is my first smut so I have no fucking idea how to write this shit

———————

You were standing at the bar, drinking,waiting for Jamie,coming from his concert.

Today was his 27ty birthday and also first counterfeit concert, you couldn’t be more proud of him that he finally got what he always wanted.

You would be in the next performing because it was too full in there and you wouldn’t see anything so you decided to just go in the second round.

———

Throughout the concert a men beside you started a conversation with you, clearly flirting with you which you didn’t noticed though, you were too focused on your Boyfriend on stage.

“Hey y/n!”he said a little louder which then caught your attention.

“Huh what?”you looked at him confused, not knowing what he said the past 10 minutes.

“I said if you wanted a drink?”

“No, I’m good”you both were standing at the font in the first line so that Jamie could see you two, jealousy building up in him, seeing too that he was definitely flirting with you but tried to focus on the concert.

“Come on, one drink? Please” the show was almost at the end so you thought one drink couldn’t hurt.

You walked out with the man as Jamie saw you both out the door imagining the worst that could happen.

———

“He said that? No way” you two were having you, you think 4th drink as he told you about his best friend giving him a dare to ask his mom out.

“Yeah, she wouldn’t speak to me for the next few days until we told her it was a dare”

“ I can’t believe you” you laughed.

“Yeah an-“ you didn’t even realise the show was at the end and the most people were already gone as a not-so-happy Jamie comes through the door

“Pack your things. We’re leaving” he said as he grabbed your arm softly and your bag.

“Calm down man, don’t you see she’s busy?”

“Yeah well I don’t really like when someone is flirting with my wife, so back off” he said at the man’s face which now looked terrified.

“Let’s go y/n”You mouthed a drunk “Bye” before walking next to Jamie.

———

“Now what the fuck was that” he said as you both sat in the car.

“I don’t what you’re talking about” you almost drunk self said as you crossed you arms.

“He was flirting with your for HOURS and you just kept going talking with him”

“No he wasn’t” you said as Jamie just began to ignore you.

———

When you were at home it wasn’t different, he just walked in and upstairs to your bedroom.

“You’re Just Gonna ignore me or what?” You yelled after him.

“Idiot..” You walked into the kitchen and made yourself a glass of water before sitting on the couch deciding to watch a movie before you would go to bed too.

———

After almost 2 hours the movie was over you stood up and walked into the kitchen to wash your glass as you felt Jamie’s hand wrapped around your waist from behind.

“Love, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have yelled at you” he whispered between kisses he placed on your neck.

“It’s ok, I should’ve noticed that he was flirting with me”you said as you gasped when you felt him sucking on your soft skin.

“Jamie..” you moaned as he sucked on your soft spot when you leaned against his front.

“Fuck..”you turned around and smashed your lips against his, with your hands in his hair and his on your waist pulling your impossibly closer.

You grabbed his shoulders and sat him down on the sofa as you sat down on his lap not breaking the kiss.

As your hands went up to his hair,Jamie broke the kiss and took off his and your shirt and flipped you over so he was on top.

You both stared at each other as Jamie broke the silence after a while.

“Why did you even talked to him?hm?”

“I don’t know, I was bored?”

“From my show?”eyes filled with lust as he didn’t have you time to answer him as you felt his lips crashing against yours and his hands wandering down to your jeans, pulling them down your legs as you pulled him closer when you Were only laying in your underwear beneath Jamie who was still half clothed.

“Fuck me Jamie..”you moaned as his lips wandered down to your neck,sucking on your skin.

“Oh believe me,I will” he mumbled against your neck.

It was now your hand which went to his belt,you sat up a little and unbuckle his belt as Jamie helped you pulling down his pans,followed with his boxers as he pushed you flat on the sofa again.

Jamie didn’t wast any time,before thrusting into you,making you scream out his name.

He didn't give you time to adjust him, as he began to move out of you and thrust fully into you again.

His lips found its way to your neck again as he moved his hips against you,pounding into you hard and fast, leaving you a moaning mess under him.

“You like it when I fuck like this huh?”he whispers.as you tried to answer, all that came from your mouth was a moan as you felt him every spot inside of you.

You wrap your legs around his waist,pulling him closer as you connected his and yours lips,moving them in rhythm, moaning against his lips every time when he snaps his hips against yours.

He knew you were close by the way you were clenching around him.

“Are you close love?”jamie whispered as his lips trailed down to your collarbone,placing kisses as you couldn’t say a word and just nod.

“Me too, let go for me,love” he didn’t had to tell you twice as you came around his cock, soon followed with him cuming inside you leaning his forehead against yours.

“You okay?”he said. “Yeah, you?”

“I’m sorry that I got mad at you and yelled at you, I should’ve listened to you” he said as laid beside you,taking you in his arms.

“It’s okay,but we should go to bed”You said tired.

“Yeah,you’re right”

[1x20]

So recently I made this gif and @clotpolesonly​ asked me for a tutorial... Here we go!

Full explanation under the cut, but for the purposes of this tutorial i’m gonna assume you

Know how to GIF

Know how to color

Know how to do research (specifically wrt “what does VHS footage look like”)

STEP 1: MAKING A GIF

Make a GIF (as in, take screencaps or a screenrecording and plug ‘em into PS or whatever software you use) until you have just the frames in front of you. I recommend a 4:3 dimension since that’s what VHS tapes used to look like, but you can play a bit loose and fast with that. 

Also, because of the heaviness of the glitching/filters required for VHS gifs, I’d say a gif anywhere between 30 and 65 frames is alright. Anything bigger than that and you’ll really start stretching Tumblr compression.

STEP 2: MAKING THE COLORING

For this, I’d recommend looking up some old VHS footage and trying to recreate its look. There’s whole playlists on Youtube (like this one) with hours of VHS footage, so just skip through that to get a feel for it. 

I went with a very dark/heavily saturated look for this, but depending on the setting, VHS tapes can look very washed out. An example from another VHS gif I made:

STEP 3: THE TEXT

I knew I wanted specifically animated text for this, so I couldn’t exactly use an overlay to get the text I wanted (the timestamp on the gif corresponds with the timestamp of the actual episode). So, how do you create a VHS text overlay yourself? Trial and error, mostly. Here’s how I did it.

3.1 Find a font

I downloaded the VCR OSD Mono Font from dafont, but there are others out there if you wanna look at a different one!

3.2 Type the text

So generally, a VHS tape will have three things on screen that are evenly spaced out on the screen. These are the play icon, SP, and the timestamp.

I typed all of these myself including the sideways triangle, which I set to the Arial font. You can type a sideways triangle by pressing alt+16. All fonts were set to 21pt.

These are evenly spaced along the sides, all with 1.73cm distance. However, this looks way too clear for a VHS.

3.3 Blending Options Fuckery

In order to fog everything up a little, I put all the text layers into a group and then duplicated that group three times. If you right click on a group, you get a pop-up. At the top of that pop-up is the “blending options” option. 

I set each of the three duplicated groups to only have one channel turned on (either red, green or blue).

However, you won’t actually see the other colored text until you nudge ‘em a little. In this case, I moved the red text 1px to the left, the green text 1px to the top, and the blue text 1px to the right. Then you should see this sort of glitchy effect!

Because I decided in the end that this was still a bit too clear for me, I put all of these groups in another group, and then set that to 70% opacity. This is the end result:

3.4 Moving timestamp

This gif specifically has a moving timestamp. This was done by creating different text layers that are turned on/off on certain frames. These text layers should also be included in the blending options thing from the above step.

STEP 4: OVERLAY

Key to a VHS gif is finding an overlay you like to add the noise/dust that you see in the gif. For this one specifically, I used this overlay but there are a lot of overlays out there! Feel free to look around.

4.1 Adding the overlay to your gif

So I have that overlay downloaded as an MP4 video. The first step is converting it into frames, as you would for a regular gif. The gif I want to paste the overlay onto is 64 frames, so I select 64 frames of the overlay, go to the menu (pictured below), and click on “copy frames.”

Next, I select all the frames of my base gif, then go to the same menu and select “paste frames.” You’ll get a pop-up asking how you want to paste, and it’s crucial that you select Paste over selection.

You’ll end up with something that looks like the image in the bottom right, but you can easily resize that by going to edit -> free transform or pressing ctrl/cmd+t. MAKE SURE you have all the overlay frames group and resize the entire group when doing this, otherwise you’ll end up with just a couple of resize frames. 

4.2 Making the overlay into an overlay

The first step is to set the blending mode to “overlay.” However, this’ll DRASTICALLY increase the contrast of your image when you do it (see below). That’s what I always add a levels layer + a clipping mask to the overlay. 

You can add a clipping mask to something by holding the alt key and clicking on the border between two layers. This makes it so that the levels layer is editing ONLY the layer directly underneath it, instead of all layers below it.

The exact settings of the levels layer are a bit trial and error-y, but for this gif I used 1 — 2.74 — 125.

If your overlay is too extreme for your tastes, you can always fiddle with the opacity until it looks right to you!

4.3 Editing the overlay

I personally found the overlay to be a bit too extreme in the lighter parts of the gif. That’s why I add a layer mask to the group with the overlay frames, and masked out the lighter parts with a 30% grey. If you were to mask it out with black, the overlay would stop showing up entirely, which I didn’t want. 

CONGRATS! WE’RE AT THE HALF-WAY POINT. Grab yourself a snack or some water and take a breather, ‘cause we’re not done yet!

STEP 5: CONVERTING TO TIMELINE & SMART OBJECTS

It’s now time to leave the individual frames behind and transform your gif into an animation timeline. You can do this by clicking on the same menu icon as you did for copying/pasting frames, then selecting Convert to Timeline. BEFORE you do this, make sure you’ve set your timing to whatever you prefer. I usually set it to 0,08 seconds.

Next, right click the “Frames” group and select “convert to smart object.” This’ll allow you to add smart filters onto your gif frames and lets you duplicate them without having to worry about which frames are turned on/off.

Now we’re gonna recreate the glitchy effect for the text with the gif frames. Duplicate the Frames smart object three times, then once open “blending options” and deselect the relevant channels. 

For this gif, I moved the red frames left by 2px, I moved the green frames up by 1px, and I moved the blue frames down by 1px and right by 2px.

Next, select ALL LAYERS except the overlay group + the corresponding levels layer. That means the text group, the coloring group AND all 4 frames layers. Then, right click, and convert to smart object again.

You should now have just 1 smart object and the overlay+levels layer left. 

Add the relevant smart filters to the smart object. Usually, this is where you’d sharpen a gif, but VHS tends to look blurry. My settings for VHS gifs are usually

Gaussian blur: 0.3

Add noise: 3.5

IF YOU DON’T WANT TO ADD A GLITCH, THIS IS WHERE YOUR JOURNEY ENDS! Glitches look cool in my opinion, but they’re not for everyone. If you chose to export your gif now, it’d look something like this: 

STEP 6: GLITCH

So there are lots of different kinds of glitches out there, but for this gif I’m gonna use two glitches that are more subtle: minor distortion and brightening.

6.1 Minor distortion glitch

First, duplicate your smart object until there are 2 smart objects on your timeline. Select the duplicate smart object and choose a random point on your timeline to have the glitch effect start. Click and drag the start of your smart object to where you want the glitch to start.

Repeat this process for when you want the glitch to end. You can edit this later if you want, this is just to get a feel for the glitch.

Edit the smart filters for the duplicate layer to get rid of the “noise” layer, and set the gaussian blur layer to 1.0.

Next, I add a shear filter You can find this by going to filter -> distort -> shear. I know that I want the glitch to only affect the top part of the gif, so I make sure the shear filter is both subtle AND only affects the top half.

Then I free transform the layer. I’m using the “play” icon as my guideline, so I temporarily add a new layer and draw a line that hits the top of the icon.

I free transform the layer vertically to stretch it out, making sure to move the layer so that the top of the play icon hits the line. In this gif, I stretched it to about 130%. 

The right image is the result. Make sure to delete the guideline line you drew!

6.1.1. Animating the layer mask

The next step is ading a layer mask. Add a layer mask to the smart object, then unlink it by click the chain icon next to it. This’ll allow you to move the mask independently from the layer.

I know that I want the glitch to affect only the top half, so I mask out the entire layer except for the very top. I also feather the layer mask by 2px to make sure the transition isn’t too harsh.

Next, click on the dropdown arrow next to the duplicate layer’s name on the timeline to reveal a menu. The relevant thingy here is “layer mask position.” Click on the stopwatch next to layer mask position to create your first keyframe: this is the start of your animation. 

Next, go to the when you want your glitch to end and click on the DIAMOND left of the stopwatch to create the next keyframe. While having the new keyframe selected, click on your mask and drag it down to your desired location.

And that’s it! Fiddle around with the exact timing for it until it looks just right. You can drag the start and end of the duplicate layer to be longer and shorter, and you can drag the keyframes around as much as you wish. 

For this gif, I also added a 0->50->100 opacity fade in AND fade out in order to make the effect appear a bit smoother. this works similarly to layer mask position, just with opacity instead.

You can also stop here if you wanted, however I felt my gif was a bit too boring still, so I added another glitch.

6.2 Brightening Glitch

For this brightening glitch I added an invert adjustment layer between the smart object and the overlay, then dragged it down to my desired length.

Then I set its blend mode to “divide”. This makes it so that it only brightens the gif. Next, I animated its opacity using keyframes. I set the invert layer to stretch 4 frames only, and set the keyframes to:

Frame 1: 35% opacity

Frame 2: 70% opacity

Frame 3: 70% opacity

Frame 4: 35% opacity

Aaaaaand that’s it! The finale result came out looking like this:

Thanks for reading my tutorial! I hope everything made sense. If not, feel free to come to my askbox and ask for any advice. 

I wanna stress that this process is a result of both extreme trial and error and cobbling together multiple different tutorials that are usually only applied to still images — some of the terms and methods might not make sense to someone who’s a Photoshop genius, but I tried my best to make it as clear as possible.

[theringers]

august - pierre gasly

illicit affairs, part ten

summary: "august sipped away like a bottle of wine, 'cause you were never mine"

warnings: this shit is sad

3 years later

You walked hand and hand with your son down the streets of Monaco. It was his first day of preschool and you were nothing short of emotional. “Mommy, stop crying!” He kept shouting at you as you walked. You bent down to him.

“Mommy can’t help it. You’re such a big boy now.” You walked past a newsstand and saw the headlines on the tabloids in bold red. “Formula One Driver and Wife Divorce”. Well, that was a familiar headline.

You took a few steps closer to see the faces in the photo. It was your husband’s career after all. Your son complained as you dragged him closer to the newsstand.

The subheading read in smaller font. “Pierre and Anna Gasly finalize divorce just days after filing”. No way. It was a quick divorce with little to no proceedings. He wanted out and he wanted out bad.

More tears fell, but this time it was for a different reason.

He finally left her. The poor guy suffered long enough, doing everything possible to make her happy and him getting absolutely nothing in return. You were hoping he could now find true love and happiness with someone other than the horrible woman he married. To replace you.

It had been almost three years since you spoke to Pierre. Anna’s threat stuck with you and you couldn’t break the promise you made. Not at the expense of your family. Especially while you were celebrating the birth of your son. Little Jamie was the joy of your lives. He came much earlier than expected but was fully grown and healthy. He popped out with a full head of hair as well, a dirty blonde just like his daddy.

The first few months were brutal, to say the least. He never stopped crying. No matter what you did, the loud wails never stopped. Except when he was in Max’s arms. You weren’t sure what it was about him but Max had a way with Jamie that you couldn’t recreate.

It was always tough when he was away for race weekends. You would sit in front of the tv, watching Max and rocking Jamie, hoping the sounds of the cars would soothe him. At least that’s what Max told you. “The whooshing will put him right to sleep,” he would say over the phone. You were exhausted and lacked sleep but he tried to be as positive as possible halfway across the world.

Jamie got to attend his first Grand Prix at only a month old. The Monaco Grand Prix was a sight to see for anyone. Even though he won’t remember when he’s older, there are photos to prove he was on his first podium before he could walk. His daddy held him proudly in one arm and his trophy in the other.

Every time you attend a Grand Prix, you receive a warm welcome from those around you. People are excited to see you after missing you for multiple races at a time.

There was one person who wasn’t excited to see you and you don’t blame her. Anna Gasly kept to herself and avoided you at all costs. It made your stress levels decrease knowing that she wasn’t going to seek you out and knock you out for sleeping with her man.

You could sit in Max’s driver's room or the garage and just enjoy the weekend. Cheer on your husband, exactly what you were meant to do all along.

You picked up the tabloids and examined them, going against your own rule of never reading tabloids. Those stories aren’t real, they’re pure fiction. For entertainment. But this time you hoped it wasn’t. You hoped it would be fact-checked and sources cited. A quote from the man himself.

Jamie tugged at your arm. “Mommy, I gotta go!” He said. He looked adorable in his school uniform. You got emotional just looking at him. He was so excited to be a big boy and go to school. He carried his lunchbox around for hours yesterday just to practice. He was so young and innocent. He had no idea what the universe had in store for him for his life. You crossed your fingers that he met the right girl the first time around. And that he beats his friend to her. Because he deserves all the happiness in the world.

You snapped photos of him in front of his school before waving goodbye and handing him off to the teacher. Your baby was so old and you couldn’t handle it.

The post office was directly across the street from his school, so you decided to stop in and check to see if you had any new packages. No boxes, but the postal worker did hand you two envelopes.

One envelope was stamped with your address and name. Return address, Princess Grace Hospital Lab, Monaco.

The other was handwritten. No return address but it was addressed to you.

You weren’t sure which to open first. The handwritten letter seemed more intriguing.

Y/n,

Hi. I shouldn’t be sending this but I am going to seal it up and hope for the best. If you’re really as mad at me as Anna said, feel free to throw this out. But I know she was lying.

I’ve thought about you nonstop for the last three years. It’s been exactly three years, nine months, twenty-three days, and some odd hours since I last heard your voice.

I used to think about it at night when I couldn’t sleep. You always knew how to calm me down.

Congratulations on the birth of Jamie. I know I’m late, but I couldn’t bring myself to say anything when he was firstborn. He’s beautiful. He should’ve been mine. You should’ve been mine.

Anna and I are divorcing. By the time this gets to you, it should be public. If not, feel free to tell whoever you want. I don’t give a shit. I tried for too long to convince myself that she was you but no one compares to you.

You are unlike anyone I’ve ever met before. You are smart, funny, beautiful, and my better half. I didn’t want to imagine a life without you but I’ve lived it and it fucking hurts.

If nothing comes of this, I want you to know I love you. I always loved you and I always will. I think about you constantly and I can’t see that ever ending.

You look happy. I just couldn’t let another day go by without telling you how I feel. How I still feel.

I wish you all the happiness, success, and love in your future. Please don’t forget about me.

Pierre

He signed the letter with his signature, the same one he gives to fans. This made you laugh through your tears. Of course, he still loved you. Something like that doesn’t just go away overnight.

You made sure both envelopes were in your hand when you ran down the street. You busted up a set of stairs, almost tripping on the way up.

You knocked on the door and stood there waiting. “Y/n?” He said opening the door.

“Hi, Pierre.” You held up both envelopes and smiled. It was time to find out the truth.

next part

[a-smile-hides]

A WARM CUP OF COFFEE - A.H.A.

Pairing: Alex x reader

Warnings: none, just ... not really - that great?

Sum: This was a request (thank you for that!) and I would like to apologize because it took so long and.. Yeah. The request:

"Hi 🥰 do you still take request for Alex Andersen? Something like the OC is alex teacher at university and they fall in love with each other but the age gap is a problem so she broke up with him but BOOM they really love each other!! With some fighting and fluffy 🤤🥲hahah sorry if its bad 🥰 thank you!"

A soft ‘thing’alerted the old man behind the desk, making him look up from today’s newspaper and push his glasses further back on his nose. The small café he owned was somewhat concealed from the busy streets, tucked away in between two large buildings. It created the perfect escape for the chaos of life. Oh, how he was proud to own this little palace. A simple, ‘back to basics’ coffee shop where people could enjoy a good cup of coffee. Where people could talk or just relax, or in your case, find some inspiration to prepare for a new class.

Returning his friendly smile, you easily manoeuvred between the mismatched tables and chairs until you reached the one next to a small window. As usual, a silver sign stood on the table reading ‘reserved’ in a beautiful font. And as usual, you plopped down on the chair that gave you a look out on the street, sliding the sign to the end of the table so that it could be picked up by one of the staff members. Throwing a notebook and different prints out on the table, you breathed in deeply.

It had been a long day already... And it was like... what? – 11 a.m.?

“There you go, honey.”

Without even looking up you already knew who stood next to your side, presenting a large cup of coffee with one of those delicious self-made biscuits.

“Jer, I can’t thank you enough”.

The man laughed, seemingly pleased with himself after seeing the frown on your eyebrows clear up for a second. He waved your gratitude off and returned to his kitchen.

He had grown used to your visits over time. It wasn’t hard to miss you, sitting stressed in the corner of his little café, browsing through pictures and notes trying to decide which was the best one.

It hurt him every time he saw a lost soul enter his little café, in a rush and completely lost to the world around them. In you, he saw one of those lost souls. Busy, busy, busy... Overloading themselves with work.

It seemed as today would bring no exception. And you once again would ignore the beauty and comfort his café hoped to give to its customers. Especially when he saw you fiddling with a large package, no doubt filled to the brim with new photos for a possible lecture, he knew you only came here to work even more. Sighing, the old man turned around, reaching towards the different treats and cakes his little shop offered. He knew you would be there for a while and figured that the need for sweets may come soon. In the background, he could hear the familiar sound of your papers falling onto the ground. Accompanied by some swear words, immediately followed by mumbled apologies. And he could not hold himself back as a laugh passed his lips. It became a routine really...

Still chuckling, he turned around and placed a large piece of cake on a plate, decorating it with an extra piece of dark chocolate. The sound of someone entering his café made him look up momentarily, greeting the young man who just entered with his signature smile. The young man returned his smile warmly, before letting his eyes wander over the place. He had clearly never been in here before. His eyes narrowed once he focused on something in the back of the café, furrowing his eyebrows in worry. Skilfully, he walked between the tables and chairs as if he had decorated the place himself. To a small table next to the big window, where you were still mumbling under your breath about how life seemed to hate your guts. And it made the young man chuckle. Loudly.

Freezing for a second, you immediately collected all the pictures that had fallen off the table, carelessly throwing them back on the table. Refusing to meet the eye of whoever found enjoyment in your clumsiness, you side stepped back to your table. Hoping and praying that they would just go away. But they stayed.

“It’s good to see you’re still as clumsy...”

It was a good thing you were leaning against the table, otherwise you would have been knocked to ground right now.

“Mister Anderssen.” You nodded your head.

The young man pressed his lips together in a tight smile at the greeting, feeling a sting in his heart that he believed to have been long gone by now.

The long silence that followed felt dense and awkward. He was trying to make eye contact, his lips were turned up in a little, comforting smile. He did not know what to say or feel as he looked at how your body seemed to turn away from him. Your arms were wrapped around your middle, your eyes glued to the pictures on the table without truly looking at them. And then, his gaze fell on the smallest amongst them. He could recognize that gloomy setting from anywhere. His heart jumped, he felt overjoyed and the smile on his face grew larger.

“You kept it?” He breathed out, making it sound more like a question.

Slowly, he crouched down, careful not to make you run away. As he took the card from under one of the chairs, brushing some dust of it. Looking up, he waved with the picture he once offered you to use in your classes.

Nodding to himself, he kept his eyes locked with yours as he slowly came up. “You kept it.”

“I did” You spoke out softly.

***

“Fuck”

The curse had left your mouth before you could hold it back, as you watch yet another one of your cards fall on the ground.

It was good that none of your students had the habit of arriving in time for your class. Choosing to rather arrive just in time for the lecture to begin instead of showing some interest and being there before it began. Otherwise, they could enjoy this little comedy show as you desperately tried to stick those cards on a timeline.

You had never thought that one day, you would stand in front of class, as a teacher. Talking about something that had been a passion for so many years. Movies are a piece of art, a way to express and communicate. And now, you had the power to let others see that as well.

And even thought the path of being a teacher had crossed yours rather unexpectedly, it had made you happier than you’ve ever been.

And it had let you to some beautiful and interesting moments.

Looking down at the picture in your hands, a warm feeling overcame you, painting a very small smile on your face. It was a simple photo of a man standing alone in the street. The sky was pitch black; the only light provided by a single streetlight on the far right. The yellow light cast dark shadows on the ground. And on the left, almost completely hidden in the shadows, you could see the silhouette of another man. His back was turned to the man he had left behind under the streetlight. And thus, he missed how the other reached his hand out in a desperate attempt to call him back.

Every year you would collect pictures to show off how a simple setting can bring out different emotions to an audience. This scene would often bring feelings of sadness, grief, loss, misery and heartbreak to your students. Ironically, this scene brought you only a warm feeling. The beauty of the shot together with the memory of how you had come across this movie, cancelled out those unhappy emotions.

Completely lost in the moment, you almost jumped up when two hands sneaked around your hips.

“Morning”

His voice was raspy as he failed to conceal the chuckle that passed his lips.

“Morning, mister Anderssen”

He laughed, rubbing his nose in the crook of your neck. He found it almost amusing how you spoke so formerly to him now when at night...

“Mister?”

You rolled your eyes, fighting your way out of his grip. Without giving one look to the young man behind you, you picked up the card that fell out of your hands. Looking down at it again, you sighed and returned to your desk. The classroom needed to be ready before the students would arrive.

“I thought we made an agreement; you would not visit me this early to avoid suspicion, right?”

Alex smacked his lips, nodding his head slowly. He played with the straps of his backpack as his mind brought him back to that memory. It was around three weeks ago; you were collecting everything to go home after a long day when the young man suddenly sneaked in to share some ‘alone time’. Sadly enough, another student had forgotten her scarf that day and ran back to retrieve it. Even though you tried your hardest to not succumb to his advances, his willpower was way too strong. And the poor girl had almost walked in on you and him kissing. He had pushed his luck too far that time.

Still, if he could, he would not take that moment back. Every second spend with you was worth it.

“It’s nice to see you still like that picture...” He said, pointing to the card in an attempt to effort to change the subject. “After you told me what subjects we would discuss in the future, I immediately thought of that movie and-”

Alex’ voice died once your eyes met his. He was always the first to enter your classroom. In those moments you always could be yourselves. There was no reason to hold back. In that way, these few minutes of privacy would always be filled with love and jokes, stolen kisses and hugs. He couldn’t really recall the precise moment his dream came true, and you returned his affection. The way to earn it had been long and filled with obstacles. The boundaries that needed to be crossed were great. And it felt unlawful, disgusting, wrong... And still, so right.

Now, as he stood only a few feet away from you, it felt like a mile. Your eyes danced across the room, only meeting his for a mere second before quickly darting away again. Your hands brushed some imaginary dust of the picture, while you tried your hardest to breath normally. Little signs of how the nerves started to creep up.

“If you want other recommendations...” He tried, but again... The strength in his voice died before he even finished his sentence. Alex grew concerned as he watched you turn around and hung up the card. The whole thread portraying different scenery throughout film history over the last 50 years shook as you clumsily pined it next to a very bright photo, depicting two children running around at a fair.

Alex frowned when you still did not respond to him. Softly, he moved his hands to rest on your shoulders, trying to turn your body towards him. His head was lowered down a bit, a friendly look on his face as he shakily asked: “What’s on your mind?”. Hoping that whatever bothered you, he could help you solve it.

You didn’t need to see his face to know how his eyebrows were scrunched up with concern. Or how his mouth was slightly twisted as he pondered over who or what could have made you behave so coldly.

But the reason was crystal clear to you.

The adoration you had received from the man in front of you was overwhelming. These past months have been a dream. Almost indescribable. Just as all those sappy quotes on Pinterest say: some things just need to be felt. And this, this felt great.

It had been great.

Felt.

Had.

You bite your lip, feeling nervous all the sudden. Turning around, you tried your best to avoid his blue eyes. They were hypnotizing, demanding for a reason, an explanation.

“Mister Anderssen-” You started again.

“You know, we never did that kind of play, but I am open to anything.” He tried. His attempt to lighten the mood was only met with silence. A silence that felt deafening. And it made his stomach turn.

With his finger and thumb, he slowly lifted your chin up, forcing you to meet his eye. He was a bit taller than you, and he loved that. He used it to his advantage on every occasion he got.

“What’s on your mind?” He asked again.

You sighed, feeling it was better to speak the truth. “This.” You answered, “Us.”

Alex lifted one of his eyebrows, scratching the back of his neck. “Us? What's wrong with us?”

“You’re smart, Alex.” You answered. “Deep down, you know.”

Alex eyes widened. He was speechless, dumbfounded.

“I am a teacher, your teacher to be exact.”

“And you’ve been teaching me amazing things.” He snickered, wiggling his eyebrows.

You snorted, shaking your head. Until you remembered what you wanted to share with him, and your face went blank again. It was almost impossible to not give in, to hold back your laughter when he was around. But you had to.

“Alex.” You said, pushing him lightly away. “The age gap is way too big.”

His hands tightened their grip on your hips as he turned your body more towards him. His eyes narrowed. And although they still sparkled, the hurt he felt could not be hid. The time he could hold back secrets had long passed.

“What made you start doubting us?” He asked.

You sighed, looking down at the ground.

“What if I said... What if the doubt never left? What if it was a thought that always bugged me?”

That made him halter. His muscles stiffened for a second. A millisecond in which he let the guard down and his pain became visible. But just as quick as it fell, the wall was back up again. He stood upright, the hands on your hips now slowly making their way up towards your shoulders. The corner of his lips was pulled up, a fine grin that silently asked you to laugh or say it was just a joke. That it wasn’t the truth.

Alas, it was the truth.

The lingering thought that had been filling your mind with doubts and questions for a while now. Making you question yourself and your choices, but above all, the day on which you gave into his charm.

He was a young, handsome man filled with life and chances. He was almost at the end of the first big chapter in his life, ready to begin a new one, to step into an adventure. After this... Did he want to work somewhere? Move back in with his parents? Maybe he wanted to travel? See the world after being closed off from it after keeping his nose in his books all the time. He could explore, try to discover who he really was. And... Fall in love with someone else. Someone … more of… his age.

How could you hold him back from that?

His thumbs started to stroke small circles of comfort on your neck, while he kept on trying to make eye contact with you. With each passing second, he felt himself grow more uneasy and lost.

“Little one... Love.” Alex winced as he saw you flinch with each nickname that passed his lips. His voice pitched and he sounded in a rush, as he wanted to find a way to ease those doubts. “Y/N, what...?”

The corner of your lip twitched in a weak effort in making a smile appear on your face. It failed horribly, as you felt yourself get overwhelmed by guilt and sorrow. “We have to stop this now, Alex.” You managed to make out. “It’s done.”

In the back of the room, he could hear the slow ticking of the big silvery clock. It was only five minutes until the lecture would begin. Any time now, someone could enter the room and walk in on their teacher standing in a, what they would think, romantic embrace with her own student. It only made you more nervous and desperate to get out of his hold. To just say goodbye. To leave this all behind and start new.

Alex squeezed his eyes shut, shaking his head widely. “The age gap is just a number, not even a high one. You want me as much as I want you, right?”

“I do- I- I did. And now, I am ending it.” You said, biting the inside of your cheek to stop the stinging feeling in your eyes. “I am letting you go.” you whispered, finally pushing his arms away.

Alex breathed in deeply, stepping forward as you took a step back. Again, and again, you shoved his hands away. He tried to make contact, to touch your arms, to hold your hands, but every time you slapped his hand away. And his heart broke as you kept on avoiding him. He grew frustrated.

“What do you want, Y/N? Since when are you afraid? So, what if they say something? We- We are the ones in love! They-”

“Alex! It’s done! I don’t want this anymore. I don't want- I-”

At this point, he felt the blood in his veins boiling. His heart clenched. His stomach turned. “So, we-this meant nothing to you?”

“That’s a low blow, Alex” You bit back.

“What do you want, Y/N?!”

“I don’t want this. I don’t want you anymore, Alex! This is done! Over!”

He scoffed, his fists clenched at his sides while his chest went up and down with every heavy breath.

“Over? Why are you acting like this? When have you turned into this scarred shell of-”

“I don’t care if you don’t see the problem. Someday you will. And you will understand I made the right call.”

The clearing of a throat ended the discussion sooner than Alex would have wanted. Another student had entered the classroom. Her eyes were wide open as she stared at her teacher and the class top student. Her mouth was slightly open as she tried to form a sentence, but no sound seemed to pass her lips.

You swallowed, quickly wiping a fallen tear off your cheek, stepping even further away from Alex, whose eyes were still glued to you.

“Good afternoon, miss Tuffin. Please take a seat.”

Alex slightly shook his head from side to side, unable to comprehend the situation.

“So, mister Anderssen. Now that you know your answer, please take a seat.” You said quietly, flinching as your voice cracked a bit. Your eyes did not meet his anymore, even though he was hoping you would look him in the eyes again. He knew deep down you did not mean one word of the things you had said. "Class will begin soon.”

***

The silence that had formed was killing the both of you. No one knew what to say or do. The awkward tension held him back from taking the first step, the fear mixed with the embarrassment from a few moments earlier made it impossible for you to move. It felt strange to be in each other’s presence without having the ability to look each other in the eye for longer than a few seconds. And even stranger to know how different this was only a few months back. You had resorted to dust off the pictures that had fallen onto the ground while Alex let his eyes wander around. He did not know what overcame him as he walked up to you. The little café had never come to his attention before. He blamed the big buildings that flanked the warm place for that. As he stepped in, looking for a place to enjoy a good cup of coffee, he wished he had discovered it a long time ago. The mismatched tables and chairs, the hanging lightbulbs, the old paintings decorating the flower wallpaper… Everything breathed out comfort and safety.

The older looking man had greeted Alex with a warming smile, until both men were distracted by the loud curses of a woman in the far back of the café who had dropped her papers all over the floor. Alex did not know whether to laugh or run away when he saw that you were the poor soul collecting all the different photos of the ground. And before he even knew it himself, he stood in front of you. Trying his best to make a casual conversation, without losing his cool.

He was failing miserably.

He really wished the sudden urge of confidence hadn’t left so suddenly.

Jeremy frowned upon the sight in front of him from his place behind the counter. The large piece of cake he had prepared for you earlier stood abandoned next to him. He had never seen that young man in your presence before. Every day you visited his little café alone. Never were you accompanied by a friend, nor had you ever invited one. He could not help the chuckle that passed his lips as he saw the strange boy fumble his way towards your table. But by the way his steps slowed down with each second and how he now stood before you as if he had committed a crime, the old man could not help but wonder what your relationship had damaged to become so uncomfortable.

“Y/N…” Alex started, sighing as he noticed you close your eyes for a second, turning your body slightly away from him.

“Y/N.” He tried again; his voice sounded a bit stronger, more certain. As if he had found his courage and willpower again. But then it crumpled again, his shoulders dropped as he frantically tried to make eye contact. “I am happy to see you again.”

This made you look up. “Me too.” You nodded. “How are you?”

Alex snorted, looking around the café as he tried to find words. Why had it become difficult to speak to you? “Good?” He nodded, more to convince himself than you, “Yeah, I have been good. Taking pictures, trying to improve my photography-“

This made you laugh, the sound making his heart jump for a second. “As if you needed any more improvement.”

Alex bit his lip, glad that you weren’t paying attention to his red flushing cheeks. He breathed out deeply as he looked down at the different cards. His eyes glided over the different pictures depicting scenes of romance, hope, grief and so on. Without saying anything, he sat down, flipping through them one by one. Some of the pictures made the corners of his lips slowly turn up, while others made his brows furrow.

This gave you the opportunity to finally take a look at him. His hair had gotten longer since the last time you saw him. Back then it was cut short, but now his long locks were held together in a little man bun. His jaw was accented by a subtle beard. It’s crazy how much he changed in a few months time… Yet he still looked as dashing as back then.

“I still think this one is the best.” He smiled, showing you the gloomy picture from earlier.

His words made you snap out of your daze, clearing your throat as you took a seat opposite from him after he arched one eyebrow, pointing to the empty chair.

“That’s a shocker,” you shrugged, “You came to me with that movie.”

Alex nodded, the confident smile on his lips reached his eyes for the first time, making them shine bright. However, that light quickly died. Absent-mindedly, he let his finger wander over the picture, contemplating if he should speak up about the shared past or not.

“I… I knew we would meet again, you know? Well, I hoped”

You looked down at your coffee, once again escaping his eyes while wrapping your hands around the lukewarm beverage. It didn’t offer you much comfort anymore.

“Now that I am older,” He lightly joked, “More mature, more-“

“Alex” You interrupted his train of thoughts. “Don’t- Don’t do that.”

“Maybe now you can give me the real reason as to why you gave up on us so easily.” He continued, his voice was low, almost a whisper but the sneer in it could not be ignored. All of the sudden, it felt as if you were on the artic. The blood in your veins ran cold as he had backed you up in a corner. Alex knew he could have pushed you even further away from him, but simply needed to know. The young man sat there before you with his heart beating loudly in his throat. His jaw was clenched, and his fingers lightly drummed on the table.

You sighed, not daring to look into his eyes. Before you even opened your mouth to answer his burning question, he softly spoke up again. “The truth, please.”

You laughed dryly, now really feeling trapped under his demanding stare and the growing tension between the two of you. “I did not want to.” You confessed, feeling your eyes well up. “I really… I really loved you, you know? The time I shared with you was wonderful, and I want you to know that it wasn’t your fault or anything… I just let myself get carried away by my feeling for you, Alex.”

“And why is that a bad thing?” He asked, not understanding your motive.

You grinned, looking at his confused face. “I was your teacher, Alex. We had this conversation before, I wasn’t-“

His hand immediately flew towards your hand, making you fall quiet. “So what? I never cared. Not then, not now. I am no longer your student, there is no reason anymore to hold back anymore.”

You snorted; he would never change. He would always be this cocky little brat and-

“Wait. What do you mean… ‘no reason to hold back anymore’?”

He grinned, squeezing your hand a bit. “I always hoped we could meet again, so I could tell you should not be afraid of our relationship anymore. Or your feelings. Or… us. Don’t say anything because I know that fear held you back. We can be together, Y/N! Please, just-just leave behind your doubts for once. Don’t give a fuck about other people!” He said, his voice becoming louder with each word, growing with passion. “Put yourself first…” His face sprouted a smile, but it was not one of happiness or relief, no, it was because he felt helpless. He could feel you slipping right through his fingers again as he saw you shaking your head. He saw the doubts written all over your face. The questions rummaging through your mind. Was he being truthful? Was it unethical? Could you just start over again and continue this relationship? Was it worth the risk? “Just, choose with your heart for once. You know my feelings for you, but I am waiting for you.”

His words warmed your heart and made the corners of your lips turn upwards slightly. The worries clouding your minds made it hard to really focus on his words, still… You could no longer deny how he made you feel deep down.

As you licked your lips, the both of you suddenly got shaken out of your little bubble by a friendly voice complimenting the handsome man in front of you.

“My dear boy, you could not have a better timing. She really needs someone to make her laugh and escape that world of hers full of work and deadlines she dares to call a life.” Jeremy laughed, waving off your shocked expression, knowing you were about to contradict him. “You both need each other, children.” He paused, placing down two cups of coffee, accompanied with two large slices of one of his famous cakes. “Listen to an old man’s wise words.” Without any further words, and still ignoring your shocked face and Alex’ gestures that he had not ordered anything yet, he left the table to go back to his counter.

From there, he watched how you both broke into a fit of laughter, figuring it was better to enjoy the food and drinks than let them spoil. As Alex shrugged his shoulders and took a careful first bite of the pie, you took a first sip of your new and cup of coffee, never breaking eye contact with him. And… it felt good.

The old man behind the counter watched proudly as the two of you slowly picked up a conversation, sharing what you had been up to these past months to the finest details. The words suddenly came easily and talking felt comfortable again. Laughs, giggles, and loud exclaims of shock and delight were audible throughout the whole café, often making the other customers look up from their spot in the far back of the café. But you couldn’t be bothered by them. No, you were far off in your bubble. A bubble that was warm and joyful, filled with light and love now that Alex was in it.

And as the hours passed and the second slice of pie had been devoured, Jeremy’s heart filled with joy as he saw how your hand was still in the hands of that handsome boy.

Thank you for reading, hope you enjoyed! xxx

[sixmapleleafs]

in your arms // frederik andersen

Warning: smut, relatively soft but some graphic description and language, innocence kink (kind of), brief mentions of anxiety and a bad day

Tears threatened to spill as you headed out towards your parked car, today had probably been the worst day you’d had since you started teaching. For some reason the kids were bouncing off the walls all day, unable to stay focused on any of the tasks you had set and whenever you tried to get their attention they purposefully ignored you, which led to you raising your voice properly for the first time and having to give a few of the kids a variety of different punishments for their rude behaviour. Usually, you wouldn’t be so harsh, you often allowed them to talk whilst working or freely share their ideas and opinions with the class but the things you were trying to teach were very important and if they didn’t give it their full attention then they would really struggle with the upcoming topics. ‘At least it’s Friday’ you thought to yourself as you unlocked your car and got in, that meant you had two days where you could sleep in and relax, and also that Freddie would be back in the city before you woke up tomorrow morning. Your phone buzzed in your coat pocket as you started the car, a message from Fred lighting up the screen.

How’s your day going? I miss you

The first few tears escaped as you read his message over and over again a few times, you hadn’t allowed yourself to think about how much you missed him, honestly it scared you a little how fast you were falling for him, but knowing he missed you made you believe he might be feeling the same way. You knew things had moved fast between the two of you in terms of how quickly you had opened up to each other - though you had yet to be intimate in a physical way - you assumed it was because you were honest with him before you started dating, you had already told him about your anxiety and your previous relationship and the toll it had taken on you mentally and he had been nothing but supportive as a friend, so it shouldn’t have surprised you that when he became more than a friend he let you set the pace of things.

Not great :( can’t wait to see you tomorrow

Shutting off your phone, you threw it into your bag and started driving back to your apartment. As soon as you got there you headed straight to the couch, flopping down rather dramatically and letting out a sigh of relief knowing you could stay there all night if you wanted to. After a few minutes you pulled yourself up deciding to place an order for food from your new favourite restaurant, one Fred had taken you to a few weeks ago, the food was a little on the expensive side but you wanted to treat yourself. Once the order was placed you had a shower before getting changed into something more comfortable and putting on your Spotify playlist as you sorted through all the pieces of work you had taken home to grade over the weekend, then you cleaned up a few things in your apartment so you wouldn’t have to keep looking at the mess. Your food arrived very promptly and you settled on the couch with your plate, putting on an episode of the big bang theory to enjoy whilst you ate.

You weren’t sure how much time had passed when there was knock on your door, dragging your attention away from the episode you were currently halfway through. Your brows furrowed in confusion, who would be knocking on your door this late in the evening? Peeking through the peep hole you saw a delivery man so you quickly unlocked the door and pulled your cardigan tighter around yourself as you greeted him.

“Miss Y/l/n?” He questioned politely, and you nodded in response. He smiled and turned to his side picking up a rather large bouquet of flowers, you let out a small gasp as you realised they must be for you. “Where would you like them miss?” He asked and you stepped aside to let him in.

“Just on the counter please” you couldn’t help but smile as you knew exactly who had sent them to you, “thank you”.

“No problem, have a nice evening” he smiled and headed back out if your apartment as you returned the sentiment. The flowers were absolutely beautiful, the different shades of pink complimented each other and you admired how the colours fit perfectly with the subtle hints if dusty pink you had around your apartment - something Fred had undoubtedly picked up on. A little white card was nestled in between the roses and you picked it up carefully to read the small black font.

I hope these make your day a little better :) - F

You smiled at the simple but thoughtful message, such a sweet gesture that you definitely weren’t used to. Grabbing your phone you quickly found Fred’s contact and hit the call button, the game wasn’t supposed to start for a few more hours due to the time difference so you hoped he would be free to chat. Just as you hoped he picked up on the second ring, his soft voice greeting you through the phone.

“Thank you for the flowers, you really didn’t need to do that” you didn’t like him spending money on you but you appreciated the gesture nonetheless.

“Its no problem my love” your heart fluttered at the sweet name he had never used before, “I wanted to cheer you up a little, even if I couldn’t be there tonight”.

“Well they definitely made me smile, they’re so beautiful” you gently ran your fingers over the delicate flowers, “they’re my favourite you know - roses” you felt the need to let him know for some reason but his small chuckle told you he already knew that.

“Yeah, I remember you said your grandmother grows them so I thought they probably would be” your cheeks ached from how much you were smiling and you knew you were definitely screwed, you were too far gone for this man. “Do you want to talk about your day?” His voice interrupted your racing mind and you could tell what was going through his head - trying not pry too much in case you didn’t want to talk but also concerned enough to ask. It wasn’t often that you showed him you were struggling, you had gotten very good at hiding your feelings but when you did let him in he tried his hardest to prove he was there to listen, not judge. So you told him about your day, all the things that had gone wrong and how you felt like you were failing even though you knew maybe you were being a little dramatic. He listened through all of your anxious rambling, his steady breathing helping to keep you calm before he jumped in with his advice.

“Whenever I have a bad game you always tell me that the next ones a fresh start, a clean slate and I think the same applies here baby. When you go back in on Monday things will be different, you’ll have another chance and everyday after that will be a new day. These kids are usually well-behaved right? Today they were just full of energy and couldn’t focus, just like Monday will be a different for you, it’ll be different for them and you’ll be able to get through to them”.

The two of you talked for a while until you let out a rather big yawn and Fred chuckled telling you to head to bed and that he’d see you tomorrow. Your next request fell from your lips before you could stop them.

“Can you stay here tonight?” You bit your nails nervously as you waited for his response.

“Are you sure?” His voice deep and intense as he questioned you, you bit your lip at the sound, unconsciously clenching your thighs.

“I just want to see you, please Fred” you begged slightly over the phone and you heard his release of breath over the phone and how he had to clear his throat before telling you he’d be there.

You were already asleep by the time Fred made his way to your apartment. He had told you not to wait up for him since the plane wouldn’t be landing until the early hours of the morning, and you happily welcomed sleep after the stressful day you’d had. He let himself in and due to the late hour he headed straight for your bedroom, the game had been fairly dull, an easy win for the leafs and though he was tired from the trip he was glad you had asked him to spend the night at yours, something fairly new to your relationship but a sign you were putting your trust in him. He knew you’d be asleep so he tried to be as quiet as possible when he removed his suit, though despite his best efforts you still stirred in your sleep, eventually opening your eyes.

“Fred?” You questioned, yawning and rubbing your eyes as you sat up in bed. It was then that he noticed you were wearing one of his t-shirts and he smiled at your sleepy expression, you looked adorable.

“I didn’t mean to wake you, elskede”

“Its ok” you mumbled, another yawn following as you returned his smile. He continued to undress and your cheeks heated as you tried to keep your eyes off of him. “You played really well tonight” you mentioned out of nowhere and his own cheeks turned red at your compliment. He made his way over to the bed, leaning over to place a kiss to your forehead before ducking down and capturing your lips, the kiss was far from innocent but he pulled away before he could get lost in it, knowing he’d have a hard time controlling himself if he didn’t, you were irresistible on a normal day and now that you were wearing his shirt and what he could only assume would be a pair of panties underneath, his desire for you was something else - but he’d never rush you into anything so he pulled away and got comfy under the covers, opening he arms to invite you to cuddle into him.

You peppered a few kisses along his chest and up his neck, as far as you could reach from where you were tucked under his arm. His hand was rubbing up and down your spine, reaching a little lower each time until it ran over your ass, you let out a breath as he turned to face you. He leant over to capture your lips once more, the kiss holding as much passionate and pent up lust as the last. The two of you laid next to each other, exchanging kisses and running your hands over each others bodies until Fred pulled back to press light kisses against your neck. The moan that fell from your lips was so sweet and oh so innocent, and it made his cock pulse with need.

Fred would be lying if he said he hadn’t thought about having you laid out beneath him, breathy moans falling from your lips freely as he made love to you. He often imagined the two of you in various scenarios when he lay awake at night in his hotel room, or in the shower after a date, hand wrapped around his cock with thoughts of you on your knees for him, with his hands in your hair and your mouth on his cock, or what it would be like to hear you moan and whimper as he pounded into you. Sometimes he’d wake up in the morning with his cock straining against his boxers, leaking and begging to be touched after a particularly vivid dream of you spread out on his kitchen table screaming his name with his head between your thighs. He knew it was wrong to think of you that way, but he couldn’t help it. You carried a sense of innocence that drew him in and made him want to take it away, he wanted to be the one to show you all the ways a man could make you feel and so when you let his name fall from your lips in a breathy moan - he was hard as a rock without so much as touch to his cock.

You could feel him hot and heavy against your thigh and the thought brought a rush of heat to your cheeks, if it was anyone else you would’ve pulled away but it was Freddie and you don’t think you could ever pull away from his touch. He was the reason for the heat building between your thighs and you couldn’t help yourself as you pulled his body closer to yours. He used his strength to move the two of you until his muscular thigh was between your legs, allowing you to grind your pussy over him, his tight muscles creating the perfect friction and desperate whines fell from your lips as your clit got the pressure it had been begging for.

Freddie immediately noticed your movements and groaned deeply in your ear, shifting his weight slightly so it would be easier for you to grind against him as he reconnected your lips. The new angle allowed his cock to rub against your own thigh and the friction on his sensitive head had him rutting against your body desperately. You were in your own state of euphoria as his tongue continued to fight yours for dominance and your hips moved freely against his toned thigh, your panties undoubtedly soaked through - in fact Fred could feel the damp fabric and just the thought of you dripping wet for him almost sent him over the edge right them and there.

“C’mon baby, cum with me” his voice was deeper than you’d ever heard it and your pussy clenched at his demand. You knew Fred would be dominating in bed, he was dominating in many situations and just because you hadn’t ventured into that part of your relationship didn’t mean you hadn’t spent many nights imagining the things he could do to your body, with his hands, his mouth, his cock. For a split second you thought about trailing your hand down his body and stroking his length but your nerves got the better of you and so you kept your arms wrapped around his neck, gripping onto his shoulders desperately as he continued to kiss you in the way only Fred could.

“Freddie” you whined as his lips found the sweet spot on your neck, the added sensation sending you over the edge. Your orgasm was intense and had you writhing underneath him as his own release followed yours rather quickly. You could feel the deep rumble in his chest as he groaned deeply against your skin. His body fell against yours as both of you came down from your highs, closing your eyes as you tried to catch your breath. A few minutes passed, the only sounds in the room being your heavy breathing before Fred pressed a gentle kiss to your cheek causing you to open your eyes. He was smiling softly at you and you couldn’t fight the smile that spread across your own lips when your eyes met his.

[quelsentiment]

✨ Show your process ✨

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

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

Thank you @whatagreatproblemtohave​ for tagging me to talk about this gifset I made for Mind of Mine’s anniversary 💕

Disclaimer: I really don’t consider myself a gif specialist and I’m too lazy to learn how to use Photoshop, so my ‘process’ is probably very laughable 😅

1. The idea

On March 25th, I was hanging out here as always and realised it was the 5th anniversary of MoM’s release. It’s one of my favourite albums so I wanted to join in the celebration and decided to make a gifset for it.

Honestly the concept isn’t outlandish at all, I just wanted to make a gifset of several shots from the MoM era and arrange the gifs in a pretty way, and maybe add some text.

2. Gifing

I always start by watching the video I want to gif attentively and in full, and try to pick up on moments that would look cool as a gif. For this project, I rewatched the music videos for Pillowtalk, Befour, Like I Would and It’s You, and I also wanted to include a live performance, which ended up being Truth (Honda Stage).

After picking the moments I wanted to include, I made the gifs using gifrun. I ended up with a bunch of ‘raw gifs’ like the one below:

3. Arranging & Editing

The next step was deciding which gifs I was going to use, and what shape the gifset would have (like, how many rows/columns). For this one, I was pretty set on having 9 gifs like a moodboard, which would allow me to write “Mind Of Mine” in diagonal, with one word for each row and column.

At this point, I generally start to upload the gifs in a draft and play with them to see which ones look good side by side and how they should be arranged. Once I’ve found something that looks cool, it’s time to edit the gifs using ezgif.

Since I was making a moodboard, I wanted all the gifs to have the same dimension and size. So I started by cropping all of the gifs and resizing them—I generally do that with all the gifs open in different tabs so I can do it quickly and in parallel.

Then I added some tinting. It was the same I used across all the gifs so they’d be uniform, some kind of purple but I couldn’t tell you which hex code it was now 😅 The process looks like that on ezgif though:

With the result being this:

And then this gif was one of the gifs I wanted to add text to, and I used ezgif for that as well (their text options are pretty abysmal though, I’d recommend trying to find some other app if you’re big on fonts and stuff 😬)

And here’s the final result!

Rinse and repeat for the other gifs.

4. Posting

I went back to my draft and replaced all the original gifs with the edited ones, checked that everything looked good and voilà! The project was done and I could post it.

It probably took me around an hour to an hour and a half all in all.

Those 2 apps (gifrun and ezgif) are super easy to use but as I said, there’s not a lot of options and also the gif quality isn’t top notch, but for my kinds of purposes I’m pretty satisfied with them 😊

Tagging: everyone who wants to do this, but also

@chrysopon ​ for this fic

@thechampagnelovers ​ for this edit

@chironmybeloved​ for this gifset

@sonofaraven ​ for this comic

@bluecolouredlou this fic

[atiny-piratequeen]

Kinktober Day 14

Pairing: Vampire! Jackson x Vampire! Seonghwa x Female Reader

WC: 700+

Prompt: Blood Play + Sensory Deprivation

Genre: Smut

Tags: Blood Play, Sensory Deprivation (Blindfolds), Biting, Consensual Chase Kink, Light Primal Predator/Prey Undertones, MMF Relationship, Ripping Clothes, Unprotected Sex

A/N:  The full M.List for Kinktober is here, and I’ll be posting and adding links to that post as I go. The prompts span several fandoms, so feel free to check the list to see if you’re interested in any of the future days

Day 13                               Day 15

AO3

“When we catch you, kitten, you won’t be walking for days~”

You smile, running full speed through the halls of the manor as the silk of your dress rustled from the movement. Your bare feet sunk into the plush carpet of the floors as you turned down another corridor.

“At the very end of the hall, stands a brunette man, his hands in his pockets as he looked up at you. You stood at the end, panting slightly as you stare into blood-red eyes. His lips pulled up into a smirk.

“Comin’ my way, princess?” He purred. Your heart leapt in your throat as you let your own smirk pull at your lips. You wiggle a finger at him.

“You’d better catch me before Seonghwa does, my king.” You blow him a kiss and pivot on your heel, sprinting out of the hallway as the sound of his laughter carried off down the hall.

“You wound me, kitten. I’ll see you real soon~”

This was the game sometimes. When energies and tension was high, the three of you agreed to a lovely little game. You always got a head start, with both Jackson and Seonghwa letting you rush out of the bedroom the two of you shared, excitement and adrenaline making blood course through your veins as you made a break for the front door.

There was no way you, a mortal, could outrun not one, but two vampires, but that was never the plan.

You run, they chase, the heart-pounding thrill makes your blood thrum loudly through your veins, and they take their sweet time lapping up each crimson ribbons as they ran down your neck. There was something primal about it. You felt like prey, but just for them, the thought excited you.

The thought of them catching you made you bite your lip as you finally reached the end of the stairs. Right there, pass the foyer, was the font door. If you touched the handle, you won.

What happened if you did? Who knows, maybe one of them would let you fuck them. That would be interesting…

As your mind began to wander, you rushed for the door, reaching out for the handle.

As soon as you did, there was a gust of wind and you let out a surprised scream as you were picked up.

“A-Ah!”

You look down, finding your blonde boyfriend smiling wildly at you.

“Gotcha~” He purred. You panted, looked down at him before there was a hand running up your spine as you were set down. You swallowed thickly, looking behind you to find Jackson had decided to join you.

Before you could open your mouth to tease him about letting Seonghwa be the one to catch you, hands reached for your dress before it was unceremoniously ripped off of you, leaving you standing bare before them, in only a garter belt and stockings.

You gasped sharply before a moan pulled its way from your throat as both of them nosed at your neck, practically purring at the scent of your blood, just beneath the skin. Pulsing, vibrating with life, excited .

The two of them took their time stretching you open right there in the foyer, trading heated kisses with each other and you as you were carried to the bedroom. At some point, Jackson convinced both you and Seonghwa to let him put a blindfold on you, and there, amongst the ruffled sheets, is where you found yourself now.

Jackson wrapped powerful arms around you, his cock caressing your g spot and drawing honey-sweet moans out of you as Seonghwa caressed your body, purring praises about every curve you had as he slowly pistoned in and out of your ass. You couldn’t see either of them, but every time they came close, grazing fangs over your neck or collarbone, you felt your heart leap.

Euphoria exploded behind your eyelids when they finally bit into your neck as they came, sucking and licking at your blood like it was ambrosia crafted by the gods. Your thighs trembled as you clenched around them both, your mouth falling open as they both continued to feed off of you.

When they finally separated, licking at the small punctures to close it up and slow the bleeding, you were spent, a dazed smile on your face.

“Still with us, princess?” Seonghwa’s deep voice came from your left as one of them took the blindfold off. You smiled up at them, kissing both of them tenderly before a playful glint appeared in your eye as they pulled out of you and began cleaning up.

“So...Which one of you is going to buy me a new damn dress?”

[bokutokoutarou]

— break your heart (|)

pairing - sugawara koushi x  f!reader

synopsis - in an au where everyone has their own warning label that appears on them when they get a new significant other, you see the words “will break your heart” appear on sugawara koushi’s wrist the moment he asks you out

warning - angst + accidental injury

[a/n] - so, for my 100 follower special, i decided that it would be fun to write my first angst/au because all i’ve posted so far is fluff, so here it is!

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It started off with quick glances turning into long stares, small questions like “what did you get for number eleven″ turning into playful banter and long conversations that the two of you never wanted to end, yet were always cut short by the ringing of the school bell.

You’ve never been one to fall in love very easily, but it didn’t take you very long to fall for Sugawara Koushi. It was hard not to. You fell for his gentle smiles and his soft chuckles, his warm brown eyes and his never-ending kindness, his cheerful demeanor and his ability to always make you laugh even on the darkest of days.

But even though you had fallen for him, you doubted that he had fallen for you.

“Hey, [Y/N],” he waved at you with a bright smile on his face as you walked into the classroom. It was only the middle of the semester, and although you usually wanted the school year to fly by as fast as it could, you wanted your time sitting beside Sugawara Koushi to last for an eternity.

“Hi,” you waved back at him, trying to ignore the feeling of warmth that settled on your cheeks and the feeling of your heartbeat quickening in your chest as you sat down beside him. With each passing day, it became harder for you to keep your calm around him, as the boy’s kindness had an effect on you that made butterflies swirl in your stomach and your heart flutter in excitement.

As you sat in class that day, you couldn’t help but stare at his wrist, which was moving effortlessly as he copied down the equation that the teacher was writing on the chalkboard. When the fabric of his long-sleeved shirt shifted upwards as he wrote, you saw that his wrist was blank, devoid of any label just like it had always been, which made you wonder what warning could possibly be attached to the boy who seemingly had no faults.

A lot of people were scared to have their first warning label appear on their wrist — a label that would either remain etched into their skin for the rest of their life if their relationship lasted, or would fade away to only be replaced when they started a new one. A person’s label revealed their deepest faults to their significant other, showing them what could possibly go wrong in their newfound relationship right from the very beginning. There was always a new story about someone breaking up with their new significant other on the spot because of the deal-breaking label that appeared on their wrist, because as the saying goes, "a warning label never lies”.

Although you knew that nobody was immune to having a warning label, no matter how kind, charming, or perfect they seemed, you doubted that Sugawara Koushi could possibly have a bad one.

Oh, if only you knew how wrong you were.

“[Y/N], can you check over my answer for question three?” Suga asked you, his soft voice snapping you out of your daze. You blinked a couple of times, realizing that the lesson was over and that everyone was now working on the practice questions the teacher had assigned.

“I don’t know if I’ll be much help,” you told him truthfully, your cheeks heating up in embarrassment. “I wasn’t really paying attention during the lesson...”

“I noticed,” he chuckled softly, somehow making you blush even harder. “But can you just look it over for me...please?”

He pouted his lips playfully, making you giggle softly as you slid his paper from his desk to yours. You twirled your pencil in your fingers, your eyes scanning over his page until they finally fell upon question three. You looked over his answer carefully, subconsciously admiring the smoothness of his handwriting and how each number and variable were written perfectly as though they were their own font.

“It looks good so far,” you told him, nearing the end of checking his answer, but you were confused when you didn’t hear him respond. You looked up, your eyes meeting his brown ones, and you noticed that his cheeks were tinged pink and that he was biting his lip nervously.

“Did you finish checking it?” he asked you, but you just shook your head.

“I was almost finished, but you probably got it right,” you smiled as you slid the paper back towards his desk, but he placed his hand next to yours on the page to stop it from moving, and you felt a shiver race down your spine when your fingertips accidentally brushed his.

“Just check over the last few lines, okay?” he looked into your eyes with a sense of urgency, making you utterly confused as to why a math question mattered so much to him.

“Alright,” you nodded your head as you slid the paper towards you once more and looked over his answer again. “But your answer looks perfect so far, so I don’t understand wh—”

You stopped speaking when your eyes fell upon the last line of his answer. It wasn’t a solution to the equation — it was four words that made your heart seemingly stop beating in your chest.

“Go out with me?”

You stared at the page in disbelief, blinking a couple of times to see if what he had written would disappear, yet you were met with the same four words each time you re-opened your eyes.

“So, what do you think, [Y/N]?” he asked you, making your eyes dart up to meet his brown ones. He had a nervous smile on his face, and he rubbed the back of his neck anxiously as he awaited your response.

“I think your answer is perfect,” you told him, your lips curled upwards into a bright grin as you handed his page back to him.

“What’s your answer then?” he stared into your eyes apprehensively, anxiously awaiting a response, but you didn’t even hesitate to answer.

“My answer is yes,” you beamed at him, your heart feeling ready to burst in your chest. You couldn’t believe that Sugawara Koushi felt the same way about you as you did about him, and he appeared to be just as excited as you were.

“So, do you want to see what our labels say?” he asked you eagerly, and you nodded your head in agreement. To say you were nervous was an understatement. You were finally about to see what your own label would say — what Koushi’s label would say.

You decided to show him your label first. You rolled up the left sleeve of your sweater, your hand shaking in the process, and you saw that the words “too idealistic and stubborn” were etched on your wrist.

You looked up at him nervously, thinking about all the stories of people getting broken up with on the spot because of their labels, but you were relieved when you saw him laughing softly.

“It’s alright — I think it’s cute that you always have your head in the clouds,” he told you with a smile on his face. “Now, I guess it’s time to see what mine says.”

He rolled up his right sleeve, and his eyebrows furrowed in confusion when he saw that there was no warning label on his wrist. “Huh...I guess I must be perfect or something,” he joked, but you just shook your head and giggled.

“It’s supposed to be on your left wrist, Koushi,” you laughed, but you internally agreed with the fact that he was indeed perfect.

“O-oh, right,” he stuttered as his cheeks turned red, partially because of his mistake and partially because you said his first name, which made you giggle even harder. He pulled up his left sleeve slowly, making your heart race in anticipation, yet you felt your heart stop in chest when you read the four words on his wrist.

“Will break your heart.”

Your eyes were glued to his wrist, and Suga’s were too.

“N-no...that can’t be right,” he whispered, his eyes wide in astonishment. He held onto his arm with his right hand, and he rubbed his thumb over his warning label as though it would simply smudge away to reveal a new one, but the same four letters remained on his wrist.

“[Y/N], I...I promise I would never—”

“I know, Koushi,” you told him, forcing your eyes away from his label to meet his gaze. “I know that you’d never do that...the labels can’t always be right.”

“So, this doesn’t change your answer?” he looked at you in awe, his brown eyes glimmering with hope, and you gave him a soft smile.

“My answer will always be yes,” you told him truthfully, and you’ve never seen a more genuine smile than the one he was giving you right now.

You were so overjoyed that Sugawara Koushi had asked you out that you didn’t want a silly little warning label to ruin it, yet out of all the things that you imagined his warning label would say, you never imagined that it would say that. You couldn’t imagine that the sweet grey-haired boy who sat beside you even had the capability of breaking your heart, so it was hard for you to believe the four words that had appeared on his wrist.

But it would have been much less painful for you in the long run if you had just listened.

“Are you crazy?”

“Why didn’t you break up with him on the spot?”

“Do you not know how warning labels work?”

You were sitting with your friends at lunch, telling them about what had happened, but you didn’t expect to be bombarded with these questions all at once.

“Look, I know you guys are worried, but I know that Koushi wouldn’t do anything to hurt me,” you told them, but they weren’t convinced.

“[Y/N] ...” your best friend, Yui Michimiya, started to speak, her eyes filled with concern. “Sugawara’s a really nice guy, but you know that warning labels never lie, right? You should just cut it off with him before it gets too serious...I don’t want your heart to get broken.”

“My heart won’t get broken,” you said, but your other friend, Rika Yokota, just let out an exasperated sigh.

“Maybe you should listen to your own warning label and stop being so stubborn,” Rika told you, a frown evident on her face. “Get your head out of the clouds, [Y/N], or you’re going to get hurt.”

You looked down at your wrist and stared at your own warning label, which claimed that you were “too idealistic and stubborn.” You knew that you were being stubborn about this, but you didn’t care because this wasn’t a bad thing to be stubborn about.

“I’m not going to get hurt,” you huffed, crossing your arms. “It isn’t bad to have a little faith, okay?”

“It’s good to have faith, but not when it’s blind!” Rika finally snapped at you, making everyone in the room go silent. You felt eyes burning into your back, as everyone at the other lunch tables was staring at you, but you didn’t care. You were too busy staring down at the warning label on your wrist, and you felt the stinging sensation of tears welling in your eyes, but you didn’t allow them to fall.

“I didn’t tell you guys this to get yelled at, okay? I’m...I’m leaving,” you sat up from your lunch table, slung your school bag over your shoulder, and started to walk away. You didn’t know where you were going, but anywhere was better than there.

“[Y/N], wait!” Michimiya called out to you, standing up from her seat to go after you, but Rika grabbed her arm to pull her back down.

“Just let her leave, Yui. She’ll come back when she realizes that we’re right, but I really wish we weren’t.”

Three months had passed since Suga asked you out, and you were proud to say that your heart was still intact. Things seemed to be going perfectly between the two of you — he took you on the cutest dates that you thought only existed in your wildest fantasies, and you even shared your first kiss under the starry sky after going for a late night stroll at the park.

Over the time that you had known Sugawara Koushi for, you had built up an unwavering trust for him that a label could not break. You usually forgot all about his warning label, but sometimes his sleeve would accidentally roll up as you were holding his hand to reveal the dreaded four words on his wrist. Maybe you were just too trusting and idealistic, but you were certain that the saying “labels never lie” was an exception in your case.

It was lunch time, and you were sitting with your boyfriend outside on the grass, your backs leaned against the wall of the school’s exterior. You two had already finished eating, and he had his arm wrapped around your shoulder, twirling your hair gently in his fingers as he spoke to you.

“Guess what Coach Ukai told me, [Y/N]?” he said, and you could practically hear the excitement dripping in his voice. “He said he wanted to try me out as the main setter for tomorrow’s practice match against Fukurodani.”

“That’s amazing, Koushi,” you smiled at him. “I’m sure you’ll do great!”

“Well, I was actually hoping that you’d come to watch me,” he told you, a nervous grin on his face. “I mean, you don’t have to if you don’t want to, and I know Fukurodani’s kind of far away, but I’m really excited because I haven’t played as the main setter in so lo—”

“Of course I’ll come,” you told him, interrupting his nervous ramblings. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

You really meant it when you said that, because any opportunity to see Suga smile made you smile as well. The next day after school, you joined his volleyball team on the bus to go to their practice match. His teammates teased you relentlessly because Suga had fallen asleep on your shoulder, and you were dying of laughter because of how Daichi was scolding the boys to stop bothering you. Yet it was all fun and games until the topic of your boyfriend’s warning label was brought up.

“So, [Y/N], I’m surprised that you’re still with Sugawara-san with what’s on his label and all,” Tsukishima said, making you freeze in shock. Suga was still asleep on your shoulder, and upon feeling you stiffen, he unconsciously nuzzled his head deeper into the crook of your neck. “He tries to hide what it says by wearing long-sleeved shirts to practice, but I’ve seen it a couple of times when his sleeve accidentally rolled up.”

“Tsukki, stop,” Yamaguchi nudged the tall blond boy, a frown evident on his freckled face. “It’s none of your business.”

“I know, but I’m just saying what everyone else is thinking,” Tsukishima pressed on, but before he could continue, Daichi stopped him.

“Nobody else is thinking that,” Daichi said, crossing his arms and giving Tsukishima a stern look, before turning to you sympathetically. “Don’t listen to him, he just likes to get on people’s nerves.”

“What can I say? It’s a habit,” Tsukishima laughed lightly, yet you didn’t laugh along with him.

You were grateful that the bus ride didn’t last much longer after that, and when the bus finally stopped, you shook Suga’s shoulder gently and pressed a kiss to his cheek to wake him up. You held your boyfriend’s hand as you got off the bus and walked inside the unfamiliar school, trying your best to forget about his label and to not look at his wrist, and you took a seat on the bench next to Kiyoko and Yachi when you finally got to the gym.

You were invested in the practice match from the moment it began. You had been to Suga’s games before, but he had mostly been benched for all of them, as Kageyama was primarily the main setter for the team. Even though this was just a practice match, your boyfriend was finally in the spotlight again, and it warmed your heart because he looked so excited to be on the court.

But your excitement for him didn’t last very long, because it was halfway through the match when it happened.

“TOSS TO ME, AKAASHI!” Fukurodani’s dual-haired wing spiker, Bokuto Koutarou, shouted to his teammate, and sure enough, the black-haired setter tossed the ball perfectly into his palm, allowing the owl-like boy to smash it over the net.

Yet the ball didn’t hit the ground.

In a desperate attempt to receive the ball, Suga dived to the left with his arms in receiving formation, yet the ball was hurling at him so fast that it him right in the forehead, knocking him to the ground with a loud thump.

Everyone in the gym went silent...everyone except for you.

“KOUSHI!” you shouted, and without even hesitating you ran onto the court, tears welling in your eyes as you gripped his shoulders and shook his body gently. “Are you okay? Say something!”

Yet he didn’t respond — his eyes remained shut, and his body didn’t even flinch from your sudden touch. You saw a purple bruise starting to form on his forehead, and his expression was blank as a trail of blood trickled down the point of impact. You felt like the room was spinning around you as you held the boy’s limp body tightly in your arms, and although your ears were ringing and your thought process was fuzzy, you could have sworn that you heard yourself shout “call an ambulance” through the chaos that was unfolding in your mind.

You’ve been sitting in your boyfriend’s hospital room for almost two hours, and the white walls that surrounded you and the piercing smell of disinfectant were enough to make you feel like you were going insane.

Your back ached from sitting in the hard, metallic chair that was positioned right beside your boyfriend’s hospital bed, and your heart hurt as you looked at his motionless form that was attached to several beeping monitors to keep track of his vitals. It was only you and him in the room at the moment, as the paramedics had taken him to the nearest hospital in Tokyo, which was around three hours away from where his parents lived.

Your boyfriend remained mostly unresponsive after being hit in the head, his eyes sometimes fluttering open for a few seconds only to close shut again right after. He didn’t toss or shift in his unconscious state, with the only movement of his body being from the slight rising and falling of his chest as he breathed.

At least he was still breathing.

You held his hand in yours, feeling the warmth of his palm that didn’t seem to fade away. You caressed the top of his hand gently with your thumb as the words that the nurse told you replayed over and over again in your mind.

“He’ll most likely be fine, but he took a pretty nasty hit to the head, and head injuries can stem from being very mild and treatable to being very fatal.”

Fatal... just even thinking about that word was enough to make your eyes water. You lifted your hand that wasn’t holding his to your face, wiping away your tears with your sweater, yet your hand dropped to your side immediately when you heard a grunt of pain that certainly didn’t come from you.

Your eyes widened in shock as you saw your boyfriend’s eyes flutter open, his eyebrows scrunched as he gripped the sheets of his hospital bed in pain.

“Koushi?” you whispered his name as you squeezed his hand gently to signal that you were there with him, your lips curling up into a smile as tears welled up in your eyes. “Koushi...I’m so glad you’re okay.”

Your heart soared in your chest as he looked up at you, yet you felt a strange feeling swirl in your stomach when you noticed that the gleam of excitement that appeared in his eyes whenever he saw you wasn’t there, instead being replaced by a gaze of emptiness.

His eyes glimmered with confusion as he stared up at you curiously.

“How do you know my name?”

You stayed silent for a moment, trying to process what he was saying. Was this some sort of joke?

“What?” you asked him, laughing nervously, yet you felt tears starting to form in the corner of your eyes again. “What do you m—”

“I’m sorry, but have we met?” he asked you, and in that moment, as you saw him looking at you like you were a stranger as he pulled his hand away from yours, you realized that his label was right, because your heart broke into a million pieces.

“Koushi...” you whispered, tears now cascading like a waterfall down your cheeks. “Y-your label...you promised that it wasn’t true, you promised that you wouldn’t ever b—”

“My label?” he interrupted you again, his eyes widening in confusion. “You mean my warning label? I don’t know what you’re talking about...I haven’t gotten my first label yet.”

You shook your head, staring into his brown eyes pleadingly.

“Yes you did, Koushi, you got it when you asked me out. It’s right—” you stopped speaking when your eyes fell upon his left wrist, realizing that the four words that had caused you so much heartbreak, so much anguish, weren’t there anymore.

His wrist was blank, with no trace of a label because labels only existed for the sole purpose of warning one’s significant other, and according to him, you weren’t his significant other anymore.

Without a second thought, you stood up from your seat and ran out of his hospital room, yet he didn’t call after you. Several nurses shouted at you to stop running, but you didn’t hear them, as you could only hear the thoughts that were racing through your mind.

The memories that you and Suga made were only yours to keep now, as he had forgotten them. The love that you two shared was now one-sided, with him not even remembering that such a love existed in the first place, and while Suga’s heart remained intact, yours was split into two.

You felt a cold breeze hit you as you ran out the automatic doors of the hospital, and you leaned against the wall right next to the entrance before you allowed yourself to sink down to the ground. Tears streamed down your face as you grabbed your left wrist with your right hand and traced your thumb over the spot where your label used to be. You never liked being called “too idealistic and stubborn”, but you so desperately wanted those four words to fill the empty space on your wrist again.

Maybe you were too idealistic, and maybe you were too stubborn, yet you had always known that Sugawara Koushi would never intentionally hurt you. It wasn’t his choice to forget you and you knew that, yet that did nothing to ease the aching feeling of emptiness that you felt in your heart as you sat outside the hospital, desperately hoping that one day you’d see a glimmer of recognition in his eyes again when they met yours.

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     As the temperatures in National City continued to drop, the need for more winter clothes increased. You had arrived on Earth in early fall, which meant most of your wardrobe contained thin sweaters, long sleeved shirts, and jeans. Kara and Alex promised to get you more clothes as the weather changed, and they decided it was about time to fulfill that promise.

     Fortunately, Kara wasn’t on patrol at the moment, and Alex had gotten a break from the DEO. They had taken you to different stores and now you were in a local one that you couldn’t understand the name of. It was in some weird font you had never seen before. 

     Right now, the two sisters had you trying on different coats. There was a green one with what Alex called a cotton inside. Then there was a pink faux fur coat. You had to ask what faux meant but it was all good. And there was a simple blue one with both zippers and buttons. 

     While trying on the last coat, a black one caught your eye. It was absolutely perfect to you and you just had to get it. 

     Kara saw you staring longingly at it and went to grab it while Alex was helping you out of the too large coat that you were currently swimming in. 

     “Here ya go. One black coat for you madam,” Kara said in a weird posh accent. She got a giggle out of you, which to her made it worth the tiny amount of embarrassment if she got to hear your beautiful and innocent  laughter. 

     You put the coat on and automatically knew it was the one and it seemed the other Danvers’ knew as well. 

     After putting on a tiny fashion show in the small hallway of the shop, the three of you left with bags on each arm(recyclable bags of course). There were two pairs of boots, a scarf, earmuffs, the glorious coat, and matching necklaces you had found( “so you could always have a piece of each other with us,” you said). 

     “I really do appreciate all you guys have done for me. I don’t remember much from my home planet, but I know I miss it. You guys make me not miss it as much. I am...what’s the word?”

     “Grateful,” Alex said chuckling. “We know you’ll never replace your family or life back home, but we can make new memories here.”

     “I love you guys.”

     “We love you too, baby.”

     “This moment is great and all, but I’m starving.”

     “Kara!”

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I put the lightsaber away, and back into its hiding spot. I was tired, the Bean was still, so I decided to try my luck in going to sleep. It was hopeless. Not even five minutes after I got into a semi-comfortable position, he was active once again. It was like he knew Din wasn’t here to calm him down and he was just taunting me. I pushed myself up into a sitting position and grabbed my holopad from where it sat on the mattress beside me. In big font, the time read, “01:37”

I groaned internally. Din still wouldn’t be back for a good while. There was no use in staying in bed if I wasn’t going to be able to fall asleep. I could go sit in the kitchen, but it’s not super comfortable. The best seat on the Crest was honestly the pilot’s seat. But that was up in the cockpit. I debated it in my mind and came to the conclusion that if I took it slow, I’d be fine since the ship was stationary.

I took the thin blanket off our bed and walked over to the ladder. I tossed the blanket up so I would t have to carry it as I climbed. Once I was up, I made my way over to the pilot’s chair. I got myself situated and wrapped the blanket around me. It smelt like Din, like home.

I reached for his holopad that was on the dash, I would have used mine but I left it down on the bed. His was sitting right next to the cockpit’s transmitter. I noticed that the light on it was flashing indicating there was a transmission that hadn’t been deleted. I turned it on and saw the hologram appear. It was Greef Karga.

How old was this message? Din was always so good about getting rid of old messages.

I decided to play it before deleting it.

“My friend, if you are receiving this transmission, that means that you’re alive. You might be surprised to hear this, but I am alive too. I guess we can call it even. A lot has happened since we last saw each other.”

What had happened the last time they saw each other? Din had told me about how he stole the kid back but he hadn’t gone into great detail about who all was there. Was Greef there? It wouldn’t surprise me.

“The man who hired you is still here.” He said.

My eyes went wide. How old was this message? I had to find out before I watched the rest of it. I pressed a few buttons and then a small time stamp hologram came up. The transmission was less than a week old.

I went back to the transmission and continued playing it.

“-and his ranks of ex-imperial guards have grown. They have imposed despotic rule over my city, which has impeded the livelihood of the Guild. We conceded him an enemy, but we cannot get close enough to take him out. If you would consider one last commission, I will very much make it worth your while. You have been successful so far staving off their hunters, but they will not stop until they have what they want. So here’s my proposition, Return to Navarro. Being the child and the girl as bait. I will arrange an exchange and provide loyal guild members as protection. Once we get near the client, you kill him, and we both get what we want. If you succeed, you can keep the kid and the girl, and both of your names will be cleared with the Guild, for someone of honor should not have to live in exile. I await your arrival with optimism.”

I watched as he pressed a button ending the transmission. I had to know if Din knew about this yet. I dug the comlink out of my pocket. I couldn’t risk the mission they were on by saying something so I just pressed the button and allowed a few seconds of static to go through on his side and then waited for a response. Almost instantly he was talking to me.

“Yn, it’s late, are you alright?” He asked.

“I’m fine, just can’t sleep.” I confessed.

“I’m sorry, we’re getting ready to head back. I’ll be home before lunch tomorrow.” He said and it filled me with relief.

“That’s good. We miss you.” I said.

“I miss you guys too. So are you just laying in bed right now?”

“No, I’m actually sitting up in the cockpit.”

“Oh, okay. Did you get up there fine?”

“Yeah… have you looked at the transmitter recently?” I asked, getting to the whole reason why I called him.

“Not in the last few days. Why? Is there a transmission?”

“Yeah, from Greef.”

“Oh, what did it say?” He asked.

I sighed.

“A lot. Long story short is that the man who hired you to get the kid is still there and he’s causing issues with the city, Greef wants you to come back and take him out. I’ll leave it alone so you can watch the whole thing when you get back.” I explained in short.

“Okay. I hate to do this but I have to go, we’re on the move again.” He said.

“It’s okay, be careful.” I said before ending the call.

I grabbed his holopad once again. He would deny this to his grave, but Din was a sucker for old holovids. He had a couple of his favorites saved on the device. We actually used to watch them together when jobs were slow or we were heading back to Navarro after collecting a handful of bounties and we needed some time to unwind. I swear we had watched them so many times, we had memorized the entire movie and didn’t even need to watch it.

I found the one I was looking for and tapped it. It took a moment to load and for a moment I got disappointed thinking that it wouldn’t work but soon the image appeared to start the holovid and I set the device up on top of the dash so I didn’t have to hold it.

It had been so long since I had watched this one. I mentally made a note to watch it again with Din after he got back.

I wasn’t sure when it happened but I finally fell asleep. It was far from a comfortable sleep, more like the ones when your body is just too exhausted to stay awake any longer and just shuts down. I was woken up to someone calling my name from bellow. At first, I thought it was just a dream because Din shouldn’t be back this early. It was only the morning. Once I gained my senses from being asleep I checked the time, 11:13. I overslept. Was the kid okay? Did someone take him? I was panicked. I heard someone coming up the ladder. I was struggling to get the blanket off me and get to my feet.

“Yn?” It was Din.

“Yeah, in here.” I called to him as he stepped into view.

“Good morning.” He teased.

“I know I way overslept. Is the kid okay?” I asked.

“Yeah, he’s playing down below. I don’t even know how he got out of his pod.” Din explained walking closer to me.

“Oh, weird.” I played dumb. I knew exactly how he did it. He used the force. My mother used to tell me that I would do it when I was a toddler.

Din was now directly in front of me and had a hand resting gently on my cheek. “Are you feeling better?”

“Yeah, my back hurts from sitting in the chair all ni-” I didn’t get to finish my sentence because he was cutting me off.

“Did you leave the main engine running this whole time?” He exclaimed, dropping his hand from my face and quickly stepping around me to get closer to the panel on the dash.

“I don’t think so, I thought you switched it to the generators before you left.” I said confused.

“No, I told you that you would have to do it. I said that I had to go and didn’t have time to.” He said frustrated.

“Din, I’m sorry. It was a misunderstanding. These things happen, it’s okay.” I tried to calm him down.

He pressed a few buttons on the dash and groaned. “Great.” He mumbled under his breath, just loud enough for the modulator to pick up.

“What?” I aked stepping closer to see what he was doing.

“You wasted half of the fuel we had left. Well only be able to make it to the next system over.” He sighed in frustration.

“I’m sorry Din, I didn’t do it on purpose. Let me help you find a planet to refuel on.” I offered my help.

“Fine.” He said, and picked up his holo pad, and tried to turn it on.

I bit my lip waiting for him to lash out again.

“It’s dead.” He said tossing it into the chair.

“I’m sorry Din, I forgot to turn it off. Let me go get mine.” I was trying to fix the situation.

“You know what, don’t worry about it, I’ll do it. Why don’t you just go down and watch the Kid, I’ll handle everything up here.” He was angry and I knew he was. But that didn’t give him the right to be rude to me.

“Din, I know you’re mad, but please jus-”

“Mad? I’m pissed, Yn. Half of the credits I just busted my ass for are now having to go to get fuel for the ship. Do you have any idea how much fuel costs these days?” He sassed.

“Yeah, I do actually. And if just leaving the main engine on overnight used that much fuel, then we clearly didn’t have a whole lot left and would have had to refuel soon anyways.” I tried to reason with him.

“Just go.” He said shaking his head and turning his back to me.

It hurt. I won’t lie and say that it didn’t because it did. I knew that not all of his anger was directed at me, I was just the tipping point this time.

Din didn’t get mad often, he would usually just bottle it up inside and then just one small incident like right now would set him off and all his pent up anger will come out at once. When this happens, there’s no telling how long he’ll be mad for, so it is best to just let him calm down and vent for a while.

Once I left the cockpit Din made sure to seal off the door that lead into it. I carefully climbed down to the main part of the ship. There I found the kid awake and playing on mine and Din’s bed. I made sure he was okay before making my way to the kitchen, it was close enough to lunchtime so I figured I might as well start on making some food for everyone.

The ship was silent, not even the kid was making much noise. I didn’t like it. Part of what makes the Crest our home was the constant noises. From the kid playing and giggling to the different mechanical noises from the dash up in the cockpit. The Crest was never quiet. At least not until right now.

I hated it. It wasn’t right. It made the ship feel cold and uninviting. It suddenly felt like the room was spinning, and everything was falling apart. It felt like my Force sense was being overloaded. This hasn’t happened in so long, I forgot how bad it felt.

I sat down at the table and tried to focus on anything that would help decrease the overload. At first, I tried to focus on the kid in the other room, but his connection to the Force made it worse, so I tried to block him away just for the time being. Next, I tried Din. I had familiarized myself with the way he feels through the Force, a long time ago. I used him a lot when we were younger to ground myself.

Slowly I felt everything calm down around me. Just as everything was becoming normal once again, I felt something off with him. Secrecy.

He usually had a slight aura of secrecy around him, but this was different from anything I had felt from him before. I tried not to dwell on it too much. The sudden overload was over and I wasn’t feeling dizzy so I slowly stood up and began to make lunch like I had originally intended to do.

Once it was ready I fed the kid his lunch. Since he slept later today than he usually did, I knew he wouldn’t go down for a nap so I let him go back to playing with a promise that I would read to him in a little bit. I stood at the bottom of the ladder and called to Din.

“Din, I made some lunch. It’s going to get cold soon. If you don’t want to eat right now, I can save it.”

I heard the door slide open, “I’ll eat after we refuel. We’re about to land. Hold onto something.”

I sighed. The kid was fine where he was on our bed, so I just grabbed onto the side of the ladder and braced for landing. After I felt the ship touchdown and then I went back to the kitchen. I was going to save Din’s food so he could heat it back up after we refueled.

While in the kitchen I heard Din come down. When I walked out I found him standing in front of the weapons safe.

“What are you doing?” I asked confused, I thought we were just refueling.

“This isn’t the safest planet to be on but it was the only station we could get to without risking getting stranded. The Kid stays in his pod, you stay right next to me. And one last thing, wait here.” He said and went back up into the upper part of the ship.

I waited patiently for him to come back. When he did he was hauling a crate with him.

He dropped it between the two of us. Then he went to grab a crowbar out of his tool cabinet. As he pried it open I realized that this wasn’t the first time it had been opened. My eyes widened when I saw what was inside. Armor. Mandalorian Armor.

“What’s this?” I asked.

“I had it made shortly after you came back. I’ve kept it just in case.” Din said.

Din’s PoV

I thought back to that day that felt like it was years ago when it was really only about five months ago.

Flashback:

I had been thinking about this a lot, and I was finally doing it. I knew there may be times when Yn may need some extra protection, even if I was with her. So I decided to contact the Armorer back on Navarro. Yn had gone to bed early so I took the opportunity to sneak up into the cockpit and call her.

I waited for a moment. After hearing a slight crackle in the static I knew that it had been answered and her image appeared in the hologram.

"I need some help." I said.

"I will need you to be more specific." The armorer's accented voice came through the other end.

I sighed, "I need some armor to be made."

"I  just made you armor made of Beskar only a few months ago. Why do you need new armor?" She asked, confused.

"It's not for me, it's for someone else." I admitted.

"Who? A fellow Mandalorian?" She asked.

I hesitated, "They were." Was all I could bring myself to say.

"If they have removed their helmet in front of anyone, then they are no longer a Mandalorian and can no longer wear our armor. It would be an insult to our people and our history."

"Please," I pleaded, "Please just hear me out."

"Very well."

"She didn't remove her helmet. She never intended for it to happen. She was on a hunt for a bounty, alone, when everything went wrong. She had gotten shot and was bleeding out. A man found her, told her he was a doctor, and would help her. At first, she declined, but he promised not to remove her helmet. He claimed to have known a few Mandalorians in the past and knew of the importance of the helmets. She told me that she didn't know why, but she agreed to let him help her.

“He took her in and she eventually passed out from blood loss. He was able to save her and stitched up her wound for her. When she finally woke up, everything was gone. All her weapons, armor, underclothes, and helmet were gone. He had taken advantage of her. She managed to escape. But she had a bounty out on her head because as she escaped she killed a few ex imperial generals. That's how I found her again. I couldn't make her go back to that man, she's been staying with me ever since. She needs something to protect her when I can't. Please."

"You knew her before her incident? Was she ever here on Navarro?" She asked.

"Yes." Was my only answer.

"What is her name?"

I sighed once again, I knew that not many knew what had happened to her and I wasn’t sure if she even wanted anyone to know.

"It's Yn." I said.

"I see. Under normal circumstances, I would not do this, but she is special. I will make the armor. Is there anything I should know before I begin forging the metal?" The way she asked the question made it seem like she knew something was up.

I was silent for a moment. "Yes."

"And that is?"

"She's pregnant." I said and waited for a reaction.

"I will make sure her armor will accommodate that." The armorer finally said.

"Thank you." I said and felt my shoulder relax some.

"Is that all?" She asked.

“Yes.” I said.

“Very well, I will get to work on the sets of armor right away. It is not safe for you to return to Navarro, so someone will have to deliver it to you. I will contact you when the exchange is ready.” She said.

“Wait sets of armor? Why are you making more than one?” I asked.

“One will accommodate her pregnancy, the other she will be able to wear afterwards.”

I only nodded.

“I must go now.” She said and the connection went dead.

End of Flashback

I was glad that I had it made. It would give me peace of mind. But I still didn’t know what she had meant when she said that Yn was special. All I knew is that I was grateful. Because now it would come to good use.

Yn PoV

“Wow, I don’t know what to say. Thank you, Din.” I was shocked. It was sweet that Din had thought of a way to help keep me safe.

“You’re welcome. Find something to wear under it and I’ll move the crate into the kitchen so you can change.” He said and I nodded.

It wasn’t uncommon for us to use the kitchen to change into and out of armor, the kitchen table provided the perfect surface to lay everything out on.

I grabbed some leggings and a long sleeve shirt then went into the kitchen.

“I’ll get the kid ready while you change.” Dins said and walked out.

His tone was short and to the point and I was having a hard time telling if he was still mad at me or mad at himself for snapping at me.

I dug through the crate and began to lay out all the armor. I noticed there was no helmet, but didn’t think much of it, Din probably had it.

I started with the easiest parts to get on which were the chest pieces, the shoulder pauldrons, the abdomen part, and the vambraces. The breastplate was detached from the part that covered my stomach So I put that on first. I had only seen one, maybe two pregnant Mandalorians before, and I had always wondered how their armor worked. The abdomen piece was actually divided into six pieces, which at first seemed like a lot to me, but once I began to put it on it made much more sense. Three were for the middle and sides for the upper part of my stomach, and the other three were for the lower part. The armor obviously wasn’t for you to run into battle with, which you shouldn’t be doing anyway, but it would protect you to some degree.

Once the abdomen pieces were on along with the breastplate, I worked on the shoulder pauldrons, which were exactly like my olds one so it didn’t take me long. Then I slipped the vambraces on to my forearms and made sure they were secure. I took one look at the knee pads, thigh, and shin guards and knew that there was no way I would be able to get them on securely without help. I sat down and was able to slip on the knee pads and shin guards, but I couldn’t get them to sit right with the angle I was at.

“Din, could you come help me, please?” I hollered for him.

He was walking into the kitchen in an instant. “Yeah, what do you need?” He asked, his tone had softened significantly.

“Tightening the shin guards and kneepads, and help to get the thigh guards on, I can’t get it with my stomach in the way.” I said with a slight laugh, causing him to exhale slightly in an attempt to laugh too.

He helped me with the rest of the armor, and even tied my shoes for me, which I was grateful for. Then he was getting up and heading to the ramp to leave.

“Wait, Din, aren’t we forgetting something?” I asked and he turned to me, confused.

“No, I don’t think so…” He said, tilting his head in thought.

“Where’s the helmet?” I asked.

For a moment, he didn’t say anything. I gave him an expectant look as if to say, I’m waiting for an answer.

“It’s up in the cockpit.” He finally said.

“Oh, can you go get real quick? Me and the kid will wait for you.” I said.

He sighed, “I left it up there on purpose.”

I was shocked, to say the least. I gave him an incredulous look. He tilted his head down as if he was guilty.

“Really? That defeats the whole purpose of wearing armor, why do I even need the rest of it then?” I asked.

“Because this planet isn’t safe, Yn, and we need to refuel so we can’t just stay on the ship.” Din said exasperated.

“Well if anyone wanted to hurt me here, now they’ll just go straight for my head. Good job, Din.” I retorted.

“Yn, you and I both know you can’t wear the helmet, you’re not a Manda-”

“Don’t you dare finish that fucking sentence.” I was quick to cut him off.

I couldn’t really be that mad at him, he didn’t know. If I had manned up and told that I was a Grey Jedi, and didn’t take the same Creed as him, he would know that there were different rules for Mandalorians that were Jedis. It’s up to the Elders to decide if we have broken our Creed, but I haven’t gotten the chance to come before them because I still haven’t told Din.

“Yn…” Din sighed, “This is the way.” His helmet tilted towards me as if he was looking at me expectantly.

“Din, you can’t solve all your issues with just saying this is the way. And According to you, I can’t say those words anymore.” I wanted so badly to bite my tongue and not say anything but the words were falling from my mouth before I could stop them.

“Come on, Yn, don’t be like that. You know I didn’t mean it like that” He tried to backtrack.

“No Din, I get it, let’s just get off refuel. Then when we get back on, we can regroup and decide what our next course of action is.” I said and began making my way over to the ramp to leave.

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[noona-clock]

The Bartender - Part 6, Final Chapter

Genre: Bartender!AU

Pairing: Jinhwan x You (Female!Reader)

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 | Words: 2,082

Six Months Later

“Tonight?” you asked with a soft chuckle. “But it’s a Tuesday.”

Why was Jinhwan asking you to come to the bar tonight? He certainly knew by now that you made it a habit to only go on Friday evenings or on the weekend -- mainly just Saturday, though. 

“I know, but -- please just come,” he replied.

A sigh slid through your lips, and you closed your eyes briefly as you said, “I have kind of a busy schedule tomor --”

“You don’t have to stay long,” Jinhwan interrupted.

Your brow furrowed gently. “...And it has to be tonight?”

“It has to be tonight. ...Please.”

Well. You certainly couldn’t refuse him when he said please twice. That would just be rude!

“Okay,” you relented. “I’ll stop by after work for a little bit. Do you want me to bring you anything to eat?”

You, at least, figured the two of you could share a quick meal together back in his private office. If you were going to be at a bar on a Tuesday evening, you certainly wanted to make it worth your while and spend some quality, alone time with your boyfriend.

“No, don’t worry about dinner,” he told you.

...What? Don’t worry about dinner? But he was asking you to go to Jay’s after work, and he knew you typically ate dinner right after you got home in the evening.

“Wha --”

“I’ll see you later, okay, baby?” he said hastily. “I gotta go. Drive safe -- see you -- miss you!” And then he made some kissing noises into the phone before the line went dead.

Oh.

Okay, then.

It wasn’t terribly unlike Jinhwan to plan things, but he usually didn’t make it so secretive. After your first date, he discovered that life with you tended to be much easier when he shared his plans with you beforehand.

So, something was definitely fishy about this whole thing.

You spun around in your office chair, eyeing your planner but not actually looking at it. You just needed something to focus on as you thought this through.

Why was he being so unforthcoming about his plans for the evening? If you were only going to be there for a short while, and you weren’t even going to eat dinner there, why wouldn’t he just --

A thought suddenly popped into your head, and it made your heart momentarily stop beating.

What if he was planning to propose?

You quickly shook your head, dismissing that thought because he absolutely would not be proposing. The two of you hadn’t even said ‘I love you’ to each other yet!

...But maybe the fact that you’d just been very swift to think that he might propose meant you should say it.

You felt it, of course, and you had a very solid notion that he did, too. In fact, there had been quite a few times over the past couple of months when you thought he might tell you.

But now that you really thought about it, you concluded that he was probably waiting for you to say it first. You couldn’t blame him in the least for that; it was very rarely easy to know how you were feeling just by looking at you. Over the years, you’d gotten used to telling the people in your life when you were upset, excited, nervous -- or any other emotion. But you hadn’t yet mastered telling someone you loved them.

When you spun back around in your chair to face your computer, you made a mental note to tell Jinhwan sometime soon -- very soon. You did, in fact, love him, and he deserved to know.

But anyway -- you still hadn’t figured out why he would be inviting you to the bar tonight, on a Tuesday!

One glance at the clock on your computer told you it was time to get back to work, though, so you would have to just wait and see.

In an interesting turn of events, Emma had messaged you that afternoon inquiring about your plans for the evening.

This was also somewhat suspicious because she rarely, if ever, asked what you were doing on a weeknight. She knew better than Jinhwan your proclivity towards restricting anything “fun” to the weekends.

But the fact that her contact made you wary didn’t stop you from telling her. And when she read that you would be stopping by Jay’s after work, she almost immediately replied back that she would meet you there -- which wasn’t surprising.

Jay had hired a bartender not too long ago, a very mysterious man named Yongguk, and Emma had quickly decided he was her ideal type. She would jump at any chance to go and see him.

So, here you were, pulling into Jay’s and parking next to Emma’s waiting car.

As soon as you stepped out, you stood and turned to face your friend who was getting out of her own car.

“What’s going on?” you asked with narrowed eyes.

“...What do you mean?”

“Why did you ask me what I was doing on a Tuesday night?”

Emma immediately pulled her lips into an angelic smile, and then your thoughts that something fishy was going on were cemented.

“I swear, I don’t know anything,” she assured you as the two of you met on the sidewalk. “Jinhwan just called me and told me to ask you what you were doing and that I should come along.”

Oh, he was good. He was very good. Asking Emma to take part in his plan but not actually telling her the plan? Smart move, Sir. Very smart.

“Well, something is definitely going on,” you murmured.

“I bet it’s something exciting,” Emma grinned as you approached the front door of the bar. “He knows you. He wouldn’t get you to come here on a weeknight if it weren’t for a very good reason.”

“This is true,” you nodded, walking through and stepping into the place you’d come to be so familiar with over the past six months.

Not even one second passed before you heard Jinhwan call out your name, and when your eyes found him standing behind the counter, you smiled warmly and lifted a hand to wave at him.

Emma suddenly grabbed your hand, pulling you toward the bar with a clear purpose: she’d just spotted Yongguk mixing a drink a few feet away from your boyfriend, and now she was making her way to the bar stool right in front of him.

As soon as you slid onto the stool right in front of your man, you heard Emma greet Yongguk with a very eager but breathless “Hi.” The quiet, handsome man murmured his response, and then you shifted your gaze away to let Emma do her thing.

“Fancy meeting you here,” Jinhwan smirked just as you turned to face him.

“Oh, yes, fancy that,” you replied sarcastically. “What’s going on?”

Your boyfriend immediately looked affronted, his head rearing back as his forehead wrinkled deeply. “What do you mean ‘what’s going on’? I can’t ask my girlfriend to come see me? It’s not like I don’t miss you during the week.”

You pursed your lips and shot him a disbelieving look.

“Okay, fine,” he grinned. “I’m introducing something new to the menu.”

Your eyebrows rushed up your forehead, a grin to match your boyfriend’s appearing on your own lips. “Oh, you finally finished it?”

For basically the entirety of your relationship so far, Jinhwan had been in the process of concocting a new drink. He’d had you taste dozens and dozens of variations of the drink and, being the good girlfriend you are, you’d provided him with honest, constructive feedback every time.

In fact, the last time you’d tasted it, you hadn’t been able to tell him anything you disliked about it. It had been perfect, at least to your tastebuds.

And now it was time to make it official, apparently!

Jinhwan’s grin grew wider as he handed you a menu and pointed to the newest addition on the list. The font color was different, and there was a star right next to it so it was obvious to customers that it was a new drink.

As soon as your eyes landed on the words, they widened. Your heart flipped over and then leaped up into your chest. 

You snapped your head up to stare at Jinhwan, the expression on his face one of pure pride.

He had named the drink after you.

It was right there in green font: The Y/N.

“You -- the --” you stammered. “So -- so, that’s why you had me --”

Jinhwan simply nodded, though it was obvious that he was barely able to contain his excitement.

It seemed silly -- you didn’t love going to bars, and you didn’t love alcohol as much as your boyfriend did, so you weren’t sure why your throat was tightening with emotion at the fact he had named a drink after you.

But then you realized, he’d done it because he loved you.

He loved owning his bar, he loved making drinks, and this was his way of telling you that you were just as important to him as his business.

You opened your mouth to tell him that you loved him, even though you weren’t crazy about the fact your first time saying it would be in a bar -- but Jinhwan interrupted you.

“I love you,” he said quietly.

Without hesitating, you slid off your stool and made your way to the side of the bar, heading behind it to get to him.

You rushed up to Jinhwan, reaching your arms out and latching onto him in a tight, almost desperate embrace.

“I love you, too,” you murmured, your voice muffled as you spoke into his neck.

Jinhwan had hugged you back immediately, but upon hearing your words, he squeezed you, gently digging his fingers into your back and shoulders.

And then you heard Emma’s high-pitched ‘Awwwwwwww’ and you remembered you were in a public place.

But... this time, you didn’t care. You kept hugging your boyfriend -- the boyfriend you loved and had loved and would always love.

“I have something else to tell you,” he said softly.

You pulled away just the tiniest bit, lifting your gaze to meet his. “Hmm?”

“The new health inspector came in today,” he smirked.

“Oh?” Your eyebrows rose curiously, and you waited on tenterhooks to hear the outcome.

Instead of telling you, he nodded over toward the wall behind the bar, and when you turned your head to look, you saw the report card hanging up.

A 100.

“See? I got full marks all by myself, no flirting included.”

You pinched his arm, your forehead wrinkling as you whipped your head back to look at him. “There better not have been!”

“There wasn’t!” he defended. “Will you add 100 points to my score?”

A soft chuckle escaped your lips, and you moved to rest your chin back on his shoulder. “Yes, of course.”

“So, what’s my total now?”

“Three thousand and seven hundred,” you replied immediately. Adding an even 100 to his previous score had been far too easy. “Although, I think I will make it four thousand after what you did tonight.”

“Four thousand,” Jinhwan grinned. “I’ve never gotten a score of four thousand on anything before.”

“Oh, come on,” you chuckled. “Four thousand will be nothing later on down the road. Just think about how many points you could earn in another six months. Or a year. Two years!”

Jinhwan squeezed you a little, one corner of his lips lifting into a smirk. “You know I don’t do anything for you just to get points.”

“I know,” you beamed. “That’s why I keep doing it.”

Well... that and because you just liked scoring things.

“Yeah, but you also just like scoring things. Giving points is kinda your thing.”

“That it is,” you giggled.

“And I love you for it.”

“I love you, too.” You smiled brightly before leaning back and moving to press your lips to his. 

Right now, you didn’t care that you weren’t alone and that you were still in a public place -- it was a Tuesday evening, the bar was hardly full, anyway.

No, right now, all you cared about was kissing your boyfriend. Showing and telling him how much you loved him. Making sure he knew he was worth more than a measly four thousand points.

Way, way more.

[angrycowboy]

A couple weeks ago, I decided that for my birthday, I was going to attempt to put together some of my favorite things this fandom has created. I say *some* because this is an incomplete list. There are so many wonderful and talented creators in this fandom that this list would go on forever otherwise. If I have I ever reblogged something of yours, flailed in the tags, reached out to via DM or sent you a message, talked on discord or even Twitter, know that I love and adore not only the things you’ve created, but you yourself as part of this fandom.

And now, without further ado…

FIC

memento by @nielrian

I was obsessed with the idea of coming up with the backstory to the photo we see Michael look at in 1x02. When was it taken? Does Alex have a copy? Did Alex bring his with him to the other side of the world? How often do you think Michael looked at his own copy? And Nicki took a little prompt of mine, and wrote an achingly gorgeous piece about one photograph, and it’s significance to Malex in less than 700 words.

a little something to make me sweeter by @partsofthesamecosmicbeing

Camluca + D.E.B.S. is like a recipe for the perfect fic. I freaking love the movie, and when I saw this fic pop up on tumblr one day? I couldn’t even contain my excitement (seriously, the tags on my reblog were just me flailing wildly because it felt like Ly had reached into my brain and written something I wanted to read before I even knew it myself). Casting Alex as Scud and including Malex in the mix just made me love this fic even more.

And the Sun Rose Red by @michaels-blackhat

A Miluca Kissing Kate Barlow AU? SIGN. ME. UP. I adore Christi, and I adore her writing. One day she was like, “miluca kissing kate barlow au?” and the only appropriate answer to that is HECK YES. Michael/Maria is also a dynamic that just works for this AU, given their canon relationship, and Michael’s penchant for fixing things and Maria’s desire to have someone just be there for her. *runs off to re-read fic*

something broken in this town by @irolltwenties

Okay so, Meagn is one of my favorite people in this fandom. We kinda ramble at each other, and one day this happened where she started talking about the parents. About the relationship Jesse, Jim, and Mimi had as kids, as teenagers, as young adults. How they got sucked into aliens and government conspiracies. How they became the people we see and hear about in S1. If you’ve ever had the privilege of talking with Meagn, you know how amazing her mind is, how she takes these characters and the mere scraps we’ve been given in canon with some of them, and creates entire lives for them, and it’s beautiful.

open up my eager eyes by @haloud

It took me a while to get into Mylex, but apparently it was just because I hadn’t read Hal’s series yet. I’m usually terrible about multi-shipping, but once I find a writer that nails the characters down, I could probably read anything they write. And Hal writes all three of them perfectly. (I mean, Hal is just a phenomenal writer in general, but I digress.)

META

Michael’s bisexuality by @chasingshhadows

There’s been a lot said in the fandom about Michael’s bisexuality and how it’s been portrayed. While the show was airing, I was having trouble finding people who felt the same way I did about how it was being shown - that it wasn’t problematic, but that it was good and accurate. Not to mention that it made me feel seen. I tried writing out what I was feeling but nothing sounded right - until Chasing wrote this piece. It was everything I’d been trying to find the words to express, and it remains one of my absolutely favorite pieces of her writing.

Semiotics of Roswell by @hannah-writes

Hannah did this amazing thing where she took the camera work of RNM and analyzed the shit out of it. And in some moments of doubt, where I was still worried about Malex because of the direction the show had been taking, Hannah’s semiotics (or better known as “Why Malex is Endgame”) pointed out how the camerawork for Malex and Echo is very similar, not to mention deliberate as fuck.

Maria Can’t Catch a Break by @ober-affen-geil

I adore Maria Deluca. She has gotten such a bad rap in the fandom because of the “love triangle” business. But fandom in general has done her dirty in that without removing the shipper goggles it is very hard to see that the show has established Maria as a character in her own right, just as much as it has with Kyle and Alex. And that’s why I love Riley’s meta about everything that Maria is dealing with, what she’s going through, and what it’s been like for her to be the one left behind 10 years ago.

GIFSETS/EDITS

i would know him in death, at the end of the world by @vlamito

I don’t even remember now who told me I had to read The Song of Achilles - it was pre-RNM hyperfixation, but I absolutely loved it (I definitely cried while reading it). And then I saw this gifset, oh mah gawd. Mich just has this ability to find quotes from other media and fit them seemlessly into Malex. And the moments she chooses for her gifsets are utter perfection. I think everyone has probably seen this now, but it’s a gifset I just keep going back to over and over again.

Are you okay? by @maxortecho

So I adore Echo. There is something about their softness, the way they look at each other, the way they act around each other that is just beautiful. Mo made this set, and pointed out in the tags that Liz pushes her arms underneath Max like she’s going to hug him, and it broke me. Like, I thought that scene in the finale was heartbreaking enough, but pointing that out? It hurts and I loved it.

Leading Ladies Appreciation by @lsobelevans

Lucie does some amazing things with color that truly make her edits stand out, and stick out in your mind. And it’s one of the things I love about her gif sets especially - it makes them uniquely hers, her own signature if you will. And this edit is no different - the splashes of color, the texture used for the background, the highlighting of the leading ladies is stunning work. 

Same page/Different book by @bisexualalienblast

Let’s just say that picking ONE gifset of Amanda’s is an impossibility for me, okay? Amanda’s sets are the reason I wanted to learn how to gif - her gifs are beautifully colored, they’re crisp, she always picks the best fonts, they’re smooth, and her ideas are stellar. Anyway, she more recently made this set, which just so perfectly illustrates Malex’s issue IN TWO GIFS. That’s it. Their entire problem in S1, right there. Beautiful.

VIDEO

Juice | Women of Roswell by @isakvaltersnake

Katie is a wizard with the video editing. She’s going to be a force when we’ve got more than one season of footage to play around with. And this video is fun and hot and LOOK AT THE WOMEN. They are smart, they are kind, they are flirty, they have agency, and they’re all hella sexy.

Weird Science | Liz & Michael - Science Bros by @soberqueerinthewild

Hands down, this is one of my favorite videos from the fandom, and definitely one of my favorite things Christina has made (though I basically love everything she does). It’s silly and ridiculous and 100% fun. She found every bit of footage in S1 and matched it to the song perfectly. It’s impossible to watch this video and not smile and laugh - it will instantly brighten your day.

MISC

RNM Texts From Last Night by @audreyblanche

I am slightly biased here, because while Irena came up with the idea, I encouraged her to actually go through with it, promising her that the fandom would enjoy it. So because of that it’s next to impossible for me to pick a favorite out of all the ones she’s done for this series (though the one where we settled on the Camluca ship name, as well as one I specifically requested for Malex come close), and I’m hoping that with the new season (and when she returns from hiatus), she can pick this up again.

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The March of Time

I wrote a similar post months and months ago about what’s been lost with the march forward in time.  To sum it up...craftsmanship.  That’s what’s been lost.  Touches that let you know a human made this guitar, not some machine mindlessly stamping out a product that may or may not be decent.

Today, I’m going to focus this picture heavy post on two guitar makers that...when I was growing up...were historically important mainstays.  And highlight how two venerable brands are nothing more than just that...a brand.

Forget these companies’ histories, forget the craftsmanship and craftsmen that made them what they were...just take the logo, font and other characteristics and let Chinese slaves do the rest.

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GUILD

Growing up...well, I guess this is still the same today...you had Gibson and Fender, with Paul Reed Smith nipping at the heels.  This is broadly speaking, but still good benchmarks regarless of what genre you dive into.

If you were a jazz or blues player in the 1960′s and 70′s...but couldn’t afford a Gibson...not only was Guild your place, but Guilds were guitars that had a reputation for being plowhorses.  If Gibsons feel like driving a Cadillac, Guilds are like driving a Buick.  Boxier, clumsier, a bumpier ride, less classy...but rock solid and dependable.

Guild is best known for their acoustic guitars, where they’re...again...a workman’s alternative to the big dog Martin.  Pretty much in any comparison, a Guild is going to be less comfortable to play, less stylish and likely to garner any attention...but it will get you through anything.

If you’re looking for a modern player who played Guilds, I’m willing to bet you’ve heard this guy.

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Guild’s flagship model...up until the early 2000′s...was the Artist Award.  This guitar was a Gibson-style Cadillac, and could hang with every phenomenal vintage or boutique jazz box ever made.  And you could get these at a reasonable price point, given the craftsmanship involved ($4k new vs. $6,500+).

They varied a bit throughout the years, but stayed consistent enough as you’d expect from a flagship.  First made in house, later they were contracted out to one of the greatest luthiers of the 20th century, Bob Benedetto.

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Today, a lot of Guilds are still made in the USA, with a caveat...they really only make money off acoustics.  All of their great hollowbody electrics from the 60′s are a thing of the past, leaving just more Chinese crap the world doesn’t need.

You’ll see this trend too when we talk about the next company, but it’s a pretty predictable story...

Established second-tier company with long history and recognizable brand

Company lags behind competitors as used supply of legacy brands eclipses demand for new supply of second-tier brands

New ownership comes in and cuts costs while over leveraging the company

Former stable, established company now bargain bin with a now toxic brand name

All those beautiful woods cost A LOT of money.  We’re not just talking acquisition here either...storage is very costly both in terms of real estate and climate control.  If these woods warp, crack or turn dead...you’re talking relatively sizeable blanks of high-end wood that’s gotta get tossed.

Then you talk about the craftsmen and the cost there.  All those older guitars were made by lifers, dudes who had been with the company for decades and decades.  It’s much cheaper to just export manufacturing overseas, using less quality woods.

But that’s a lot of compromises you’re asking your customers to make.  So how best to cover up these cost cutting measures?  Gaudy opaque paint finishes!  Proprietary hardware that looks like a Bigsby...but isn’t!  You won’t notice us using rosewood instead of ebony...because if you WOULD notice, you wouldn’t have bought this guitar in the first place!

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Here’s Guild’s replacement for the Artist Award.  It actually does have an ebony fretboard, but we’ll highlight the cost cutting after the pics.

All right, lets do this...we’ll go in order of this section’s pictures.

Cost Cut #1 - Laminated maple instead of solid.  Solid woods don’t necessarily sound better than laminate...when amplified. Acoustically, it’s night and fucking day.  Guitars with floating pickups like these are all about the acoustic sound...this is like the difference between USDA Prime and beef they send to prisons in terms of sound.

Cost Cut #2 - 3-piece mahogany neck (with a maple stripe) instead of solid maple.  I mean, just look at this fucking older-version neck and tell me that ugly ass mahogany is a better choice.

Cost Cut #3 - Plastic pickguard and proprietary pickup.  Those old DeArmond pickups were garbage back in the day, and garbage now.  Compare this to Bob Benedetto winding his own goddamned pickups for Guild barely two decades ago.  It’s also way easier and cheaper to make plastic pickguards than hand carving them out of a blank of ebody.

Cost Cut #4 - The tailpiece.  First pic is the traditional one, second is the gold-plated stamped steel that they changed to.  Savings here are obvious.

Cost Cut #5 - Less binding, and in some cases (like the headstock) getting rid of it entirely.  Binding costs money and it costs manhours...it’s purely for aesthetics, so they just decided to ditch it entirely.

Cost Cut #6? - So they say ebony fretboard, but when you look at the pics, it’s obviously rosewood.  Ebony can be brownish with some grain, but it’s typically not.  And it CERTAINLY doesn’t have the deep pitted grain of rosewood, like you see in all the goddamned pics.  I legit don’t believe that this is an ebony fretboard...at least not on the model they used for pics.  Really weird.

Anyways...here’s some of those cheap colored guitars too...

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D’ANGELICO

This section will be much, MUCH shorter.

John D’Angelico made the greatest guitars of all time in the 50′s and 60′s.  Just look at this shit...

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I have never played an authentic D’Angelico.  They’re too rare, and they’re tens and tens of thousands of dollars...you simply don’t see them in the wild.  You see far more 1950′s Gibson Les Pauls in the wild than D’Angelicos, which is crazy to think about.

These are the Holy Grails of guitars.  More than Gretsch White Falcons or Gibson Les Pauls or Fender Strats and Teles.  They are 100% completely handmade, everything is done to excess.  They’re not the ideal guitar since they’re relatively limited to a single style...but in terms of craftsmanship, guitar makers have not eclipsed what John D’Angelico did decades ago.

The name sends shivers through guitarists of all ages and genres.  Which is why it was bought by some private equity group and turned into what it is today.  Think about all these pics above, and the cost cutting stuff, when you look at what D’Angelico is in 2021.

FWIW...when big dealers do their inventory clearing big sales...modern D’Angelicos are almost always included because nobody wants them.

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*that rosewood fretboard looks so fucking bad, its making me sick

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