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Scientists
Part one of a large science-themed commission I made last month for TheSimAwe! This pack contains 11 solo poses (5 for an unfortunate Sim inside the test tube, 6 for a Sim inspecting the tube from the outside), and 3 couple poses for outside the tube. All-in-ones included.
Poses were made with masc and femme frames and as always there may be clipping or floating depending on Sim body type or clothing.
The couple poses and some of the solo poses require a notebook acc - however, no need to switch between outfits, as poses 6-8 have the acc hidden.
You will need:
- Pose Player
- Teleport Any Sim
- notepad acc (included, found in hat category)
- Get To Work EP (for the test tube pedestal object)
Not required, but might be useful: these test tube alien deco Sims by LazySimmies were made for the same storyteller who I made these poses for, and may be useful to you!
Download here (always free!): SFS | Patreon
TOU: you may adjust for personal use to avoid clipping etc., but please do not reupload/paywall/claim as your own.
I’d love to see them used! You can tag me on Bluesky, Instagram, or Tumblr. I repost. ❤️
You can easily browse more of my posepacks using my Ko-Fi gallery. Want to commission me and help support my work? Details here! Want to leave a suggestion for poses you'd like to see? Form here!
A note regarding the notebook acc
I had some problems finding the required accessory for these poses, as the first acc I downloaded turned out to be over 39,000 poly (which is a little crazy, btw. This was from an early access creator so please be aware that paid content does not necessarily mean it will be optimised for your game. You can check polycount yourself by opening a package in S4S and clicking on the 'Meshes' tab!).
The only other suitable acc I found was by a maker whose public CC is now only available via CurseForge. It had been my intention to link to the VeryCursed folder I got it from, but I also had to make some (basic!) thumbnails for it since the original package didn't have any and was very hard to find in CAS. Hence why I'm uploading it myself.
@ts4-poses @alwaysfreecc
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Disillusioned 7 . Truth (2)
a/n: double update this week (I'll upload another chapter tom) to lament over my fever getting higher lol (I'm actually procrastinating my school works)
tags: frustrated rosalyn, again abuse as the norm, cursing, detrimental thoughts and ways of living, unhealthy coping mechanisms and trauma responses
English isn’t my first language so there will be grammatical errors
Pls don't repost my work anywhere without my permission
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Rosalyn is someone who threw away her royal position to pursue her dreams of being a mage.
A decision that removed her from her family.
The mage thinks that she would be sad by this if it wasn’t for the fact that she immediately found a new family to be with.
It's amazing if you ask her. It was as if the gods saw that she needed someone to trust after almost being killed and gave it to her in the form of a socially awkward swordsman.
And then almost right after she put her trust in Choi Han, she gained a little brother named Lock.
From there it spiralled. She met Cale and all the other people under him. She got the support she needed to make her dreams come true. On top of that, her relationship with her blood relatives is still good.
Overall it was nice. Especially when Cale seems to keep making friends everywhere and expanding this family-esc circle they have.
That was why when Cale brought another person home Rosalyn thought it would be the same thing. Thought that in a few days' time, that person would be part of their group, their family.
Well in a way they were.
Rosalyn has come to see _____ as her younger sibling, the same way she views Lock. She has taken it upon herself to help the healer acclimatize to their new group and environment in general.
However, every time Rosalyn thinks she’s making progress, _____ seems to go back into their shell.
At first, the woman thought they were just socially awkward. Perhaps shaken because their family literally just threw them to their death.
Her first mistake was assuming it was as trivial as that.
Her second mistake was not getting the full story.
If she had done that then maybe she wouldn’t be this shocked so early in the morning.
Well in her defence she was expecting Cale to talk about some sort of plan for when they meet the dragon. Why else would he gather the group this early right before they are set to travel to the dragon’s lair?
Apparently not.
As soon as everyone has settled Cale brought to everyone’s attention that they didn’t know how _____’s powers work.
This made Rosalyn confused. Because quite frankly what does this have to do with… well anything?
But oh god, the more _____ explains their abilities the more she understood why this has to be said now.
This should have been explained way earlier. Because what do they mean that _____ essentially absorbs their patients' wounds?
It made the mage look back at all the people the Medicus had healed. All the sickness and wounds they had to absorb.
And shit.
She remembered that _____ has been doing this since they were 9 years old. Maybe even earlier as she discovered that the famous story of their adoption is fabricated.
Rosalyn may have only known _____ for a short while, but that’s her little sibling goddammit.
A sibling she admires because of how helpful and selfless they are. Traits they possess that Rosalyn is now starting to resent.
The redhead shot a pointed look at the other redhead in the room. A look that says Rosalyn wants her questions answered. Cale responded with another eye contact that seemed to say “Later”.
“Just what-”
Cale put his hand up to stop Rosalyn from speaking. Everyone was still in the room minus _____. The redhead had sent them out as they hadn’t finished packing their things yet.
“To put it shortly, I need you all to keep an eye on _____.”
The man goes on to explain how the healer kind of lacks… common sense, for lack of a better term. It has something to do with how they were brought up.
“We don’t need to look after them like a child. Just make sure they won’t go overboard using their abilities. No guarding them like a hound either.”
It's a no-brainer that the last part was for the visibly enraged Choi Han. He was still visibly enraged but nodded as he understood why Cale didn't want the healer to have guards as of now.
Rosalyn is sure that Choi Han is going to be overprotective of _____ in some way. Not that she blames him.
Cale went to stand up, signifying that the meeting was over. The rest followed and started filing out of the room.
Everyone except Rosalyn.
She has questions and she’s going to get answers.
“Young master, how long have you known?”
“Since last night.”
“Were they deliberately hiding it?”
“No, they just didn’t think they could bring it up when no one was asking.”
“How are we supposed to- haaa”
“Blame their shitty family.”
On their way to the dragon’s lair, Rosalyn had a lot on her mind. Lots of puzzle pieces to put together.
Now that Rosalyn knows the full story everything started to make sense.
Made her realize just how hurt her sibling had been.
Just how much they suffered before Cale met them.
It made Rosalyn look back to some of the habits she noticed _____ has. Like how they almost seem apprehensive to talk to people in authority. How their hands and voice tremble when they thought they made a mistake. How they are so intent on healing everyone and low-key seem scared if a person’s condition is out of their jurisdiction.
How they take everything with apprehension. Like they can’t believe that they are being given things. Even when those things are basic necessities like a good plate of food. How they teared up when Raon gave them that red teddy bear from the night market. How apparently that was the first toy– no, the first thing, that they have ever received in their entire life for free. The first gift they get to indulge in.
How they are too independent for Rosalyn’s liking. How they always insist that the servants have better things to do than assist them. How they refuse to get treated when sick or injured despite them treating everyone else.
How they never speak unless spoken to first. How they will literally just stand there, bleeding and not saying a word unless they are given some sort of permission. This one frustrates Rosalyn so much. Not only does she want to hear more from the healer, but she also thinks they have so many good ideas. Before she let it go she thought they were shy, but that’s slowly going to change from now on.
How even when they were suffering from nightmares they were silent. How on one of those nights they looked more scared that Rosalyn saw them being vulnerable, as if it's a sin to have nightmares. To be vulnerable and lean on others. How on that night Rosalyn had to explain that there’s nothing wrong with asking for help after such things. How _____ nodded but seemed apprehensive. How Rosalyn knew that after that night they still suffered silently. Merely holding the mage’s hand as solace and comfort on the rare nights the healer allows themself to embrace the help presented to them.
How Rosalyn found out now that it was because _____ have been taught that since they don’t scar then they must not have pain. Since they only get a percentage of their patient’s pain then it would be arrogant and privileged of them to complain.
How they–
How–
Fuck.
Rosalyn is going to get revenge for _____.
She’s going to make sure she gets it done one way or another.
a/n at the end: i wasn't quite sure how to get the point across that rosalyn was angry and frustrated beyond belief so I made her curse as she isn't really someone who's portrayed to curse a lot
#trash of the count's family#lout of the count’s family#tcf#lcf#cale henituse#lotcf#totcf#tcf x reader#lotcf x reader#lcf x reader#totcf x reader#manhwa x reader#cale x reader#cale henituse x reader#gn reader#gender neutral reader#x gn reader#x reader#disillusioned . tcf#tcf rosalyn
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LIPS OF AN ANGEL | MM19
PAIRING: mason mount x wolff!reader ; a bit of george russell x wolff!reader
DETAILS & WARNINGS: profanities, mentions cheating/infidelity, mason's anger is totally understandable, y/n's a bit of a bitch(? idk towards the end tho), rushed ending bc i really wanted to end this hahahah, also not proofread and tons of dialogues ahhahah
WC: 4k
A/N: i apologize for uploading this soo late 😭 i had writers block for a long while :< anyway, enjoy reading!
TAGGED: @i83andrew @pleasantducktimetravel
this work is purely fictional. names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. © newuniverse, 2023. do not steal, repost in other platforms, translate and/or claim this work as your own.
now, four months have passed since you’ve broken up with mason (or at least that was what your letter stated). in those months, mason finds himself longing for you. the man often finds himself up most nights, sleeping so late and waking up so early to head to training and other prior schedules he has every day.
mason would not deny it; that if someone were to ask if he had tried contacting you, your dad and even your stepmum. the couple would always say that they don’t know your whereabouts, but deep inside, he knows they know and knowing you, you were probably the one who asked them not to tell him. the first month was the hardest, he tried calling you every night and every chance he got while on his schedule. he was waiting for your voicemail greeting to play just to hear your voice and after that, he’d record what he wanted to say. a mixture of i love you’s, i miss you’s and please come back.
it wasn’t easy with you as well. you missed mason and you missed the days where it was just the two of you in your own little world. if you could only go back in time, you’d never leave the house during the night of your fight and maybe this never would’ve happened. you missed seeing mason on the other side of the bed; you weren’t a morning person but whenever there’s a chance that you wake up before him, you’d watch him sleep and listen to his gentle snores while you lightly trace his beard with the tip of your finger. you missed snuggling to him during cold mornings, you missed the lazy make-outs because he couldn’t get his hands off of you, you missed him whispering sweet nothings in your ear after you wake up. you missed mornings with mason, too bad you can no longer relive those moments.
though you can’t help that every time you wake up, you have that thought that you could go back to london, you could return his calls, you could return back to mason and restart your relationship. but every time you do think of doing those things, you’re reminded of what you did. all those lies you’ve told him, and those days where you were away and sleeping with another man.
going back to the man you’ve hurt seems such a foolish thing to do, and you know the people around mason wouldn’t allow such a thing. though you may think that mason would have the same thinking as the others, he sometimes does not. he wanted to risk it all again with you, he wanted to try and fix it with you. all he wanted is you and you alone.
going back to mason is something that you want to do but wouldn’t do. and on the fourth month, 5 day mark, mason had revealed his month long relationship with a model, lia mendes.
honey, why you calling me so late?
it’s kinda hard to talk right now.
honey, why you crying, is everything okay?
i gotta whisper cause i can’t be too loud.
you stood in your living room filled with moving boxes, susie and toto were outside while jack was napping inside your bedroom. all you could do was sigh. it felt so weird moving into a new apartment–let alone moving to the southeast corner of france. monaco was a lovely place to live in, knowing that your father lives here (though he travels most of the time), the fact that you live nearby brings you some sort of relief, safety and comfort. though, as many people have said, you disappeared off the face of the earth for a few months, you’ve lived your life quietly with your mum for a while as you wait for the situation with mason to die down.
you were in a rush when you left london the night you told mason you were just going to the store. you left without even taking a second look, not even an ounce of thought. sure, it was a wrong move—a dumb decision as well, but you wanted to run away from all the mistakes you’ve made. you wanted to escape. leave everything you have to the place you once loved—now a place you dread the most. it was not the easiest decision either, but it was the only solution that you could think of.
the night you left mason, you didn’t go to the store. instead, you met george. again, a clandestine meeting. you messaged george when you were a few blocks away from his place, which is why you met a furious brit.
“have you lost your mind, kid?” he says, god you hated that nickname. it was the nickname that toto knew george gave you and became the hint that you and the driver are close. “she could’ve caught me! she could’ve seen your bloody message! why did you want to see me—”
“i told him, george. he–he probably saw the letter by now because i left a few hours ago.”
the driver’s eyes widened, definitely not the sentence he was not expecting to hear from you. suddenly, he didn’t know what to do or say. george tried to pull you in his arms, but you were quick to push him away. “this… george! this is exactly why we need to stop what’s between us!” you said, “i can’t believe i’m saying this but i regret everything that happened between us. i regret taking advantage of mason and carmen. i hate how i know that dad will be so disappointed in me. so please, let’s stop this… we can’t keep hurting and breaking the trusts of the people around us.”
your voice cracks by the end of the last sentence, you could feel george staring at you but you kept your gaze on your feet. no strength to look at his eyes because you know that this man would do anything just to make you stay.
“but baby—”
from calling you kid to baby—you hated it. you felt disgusted. you needed to end it.
“no, george. no buts.” you cut off, “i have to go. i… i wish you all the best.”
you walk back to your car, locking the doors in case george runs after you. again, without looking back, you drive away. leaving the confused brit in the empty street.
and even though you ended things with george that night, he hadn’t stopped calling and texting you—afraid that you might say anything about your relationship to others, even with friends and family. all he ever cared about was his reputation, he was scared. after all, he was doing great with mercedes the past season and a scandal with his boss’ daughter would put him through hell.
now, you were left alone in this apartment overlooking the beauty of monaco. you sat on your balcony with a glass of wine sitting on the table, feeling the breeze of the mediterranean sea. oh you missed mason. you haven’t heard anything from him since you two broke up.
and maybe it was the number of wine in your system that you ended up dialing his number, the one you’ve deleted yet can’t seem to forget as you knew it by heart. no matter how hard you try to forget about it. it kept on ringing and ringing, and you tried to re-dial once it ended due to the exceeding minute.
on the fifth try, you finally heard his voice.
“hello?”
you know that feeling when you’ve spoken to your high school crush for the very first time, your heart drops and your stomach is filled with butterflies to the point where you don’t know what to say? that is exactly what you felt when you heard mason’s voice after months.
“hello?” he repeats, “is this a prank call? ‘cause this is the fifth time you called and i might need to block your number–”
“masey.”
you heard sounds of bed rustling followed by a door closing, you assumed that he was already in bed and was fast asleep. after all, it was already midnight. “y/n?” and that’s when the tears started to roll in, god how you missed that voice. “are you crying? is everything alright?” his voice was quiet.
“y-yeah, just…” you sniffed, “just missing you and i think it has something to do with this stupid wine.”
“sorry, i’ve got to whisper. m-my girlfriend’s asleep,”
“oh.” you wiped your tears, you only found out that mason was dating someone now. “i’m sorry, i should’ve known. god, i’ll hang up–”
“no!”
well, my girl’s in the next room
sometimes i wish she was you
i guess we never really moved on
it’s really good to hear your voice saying my name
it sounds so sweet
“she’s in the other room anyway, we can continue talking.” he continued, “h-how have you been? i’ve seen photos of jack on susie’s instagram, may have had a glimpse of you spending time with them in her stories. have you gone karting with jack recently?”
you chuckle, chugging the remaining wine on your glass before responding. “i-i stayed with them for a month, i stayed with my mum as well, after our… well, you know. i’ve accompanied jack while dad and susie are busy. you know, the season has already started and susie is busy with the f1 academy. i was vacant for a month, but i’ve started working again–i’m talking too much, you should really hang up, mason.”
“you know, it’s really good to hear your voice saying my name, y/n.” mason said, “it-it really sounds so sweet.”
“we should really stop, mason.”
you heard him scoff on the other end of the line, “it’s so funny that you’re the one saying that, i’m not the one who called in the first place, y/n.”
“i know, and i only found out that you were dating someone tonight. y-you should be with her, you shouldn’t be talking to your ex who… who cheated on you tonight. she deserves better.”
“i guess we never really moved on, y/n.” he replied, “i–”
“goodbye, mason. good night.”
coming from the lips of an angel
hearing those words, it makes me weak
and i never wanna say goodbye
but, girl, you make it hard to be faithful
with the lips of an angel
mason couldn’t sleep that night and had trouble waking up, which was the reason why lia, so early in the morning, was mad as her boyfriend was sleeping so deep and no matter how hard she tried to wake him up, she just couldn’t. lia was running late for a schedule that mason had promised to come with her as their break for the season had begun.
“masey, i’m running super late. my manager is about to burst, can’t you please move much faster?” she said, in a mixture of annoyed and calm voice. “didn’t we go to bed at the same time last night? why do you look like you haven’t at all?”
“because i haven’t slept,” he answered directly.
“why?”
“just… nothing. let’s go.”
the couple exited mason’s house, lia practically sprinted to mason’s car and sat on the front seat. masey, that was the nickname most people call him but now, he only wanted to hear your voice call him that and nobody else. when you say his name, it sounded like it came from the lips of an angel. it made him weak most of the time.
lia had arrived a half an hour late, her manager was already glaring at mason and immediately separated the couple. while lia was doing her photoshoot, leaving mason alone, he realised that he never wanted to break up with you, even if you admitted what had happened between you and george, or maybe he was just thinking about it as you’ve spoken last night. maybe he just missed you. he did miss you.
what’s fucked up is that he thought he finally moved on from you, that he was ready to commit to a new relationship. he knew that when he and lia were testing the waters, a month before they officially dated. he has told himself several times that he was over you, yet here he is. reminiscing all the memories you’ve shared the past years you two were together after that phone call. you were making it hard for him to be faithful.
as he was waiting, mason was on his phone when he received a notification of an invite to attend another f1 race with red bull. this time, it was in barcelona. he remembered the last time you and he went to monaco, a weekend to remember indeed.
“we’re going to be separated for almost the whole day, baby” you laugh, putting on your dress as mason shoves his phone into his pocket. “it’s going to be so weird because you’ll be at the red bull garage, and i’ll be at mercedes!”
“hey, i can still go there, you know? plus we’ll see each other around the paddock.” he replied, walking behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist. “besides, your dad loooves me. i’m sure he’ll understand that this is for work and publicity.”
you smiled, zipping your dress up and turned to face him. mason pursed his lips, signifying that he was asking for a kiss. you giggled, and eventually leaned in to connect your lips together. when you pulled away, you put your hand on his face and ran the pads of your thumb on his beard–the one you loved doing after you two kissed every time.
“you, sir… look so handsome with your outfit.” you compliment, he was wearing his chequered rhude shirt over some white shirt. you leaned in again for another kiss, deepening it–only pulling away when you heard your phone ring. “okay, before things escalate, i have to go. dad’s calling.”
“your dad’s such a cockblocker.” he teased, earning a slap on the arm from you. “i’m just kidding! i’ll see you when i see you at the paddock.”
mason remembered how he stole a kiss every time you crossed paths at the paddock or at the pit lane during his walk. a lot of people saw and took pictures and videos of it, posting it on social media. that video was trending in the world of f1 and football for a few days before dying down. he remembered seeing tweets and posts on instagram, saying they were jealous of your relationship. he remembered the two of you having dinner at toto and susie’s place, how he was teased by you and jack (toto eventually joined) throughout dinner as he went as red bull’s guest and not mercedes. he remembered lying with you on the deck of a rented yacht, under the sun, enjoying the monte-carlo air.
on the other side of europe, you are woken up by the sound of your phone ringing. you were taking your afternoon siesta before returning back to your home office to continue working, and whoever was calling you in the middle of your nap, may they stub their toe on some furniture. tired, you reached out for your phone and answered the call without looking at the screen.
“hello?” you groggily said, “whoever you are, you’ve interrupted my siesta and i may hate you for that.”
“well, hello to you, my daughter.” your father’s voice rang through your ears. “and i’m sorry if i interrupted your nap, but would you be so kind and open your front door please?”
“what?”
“open the door, i’ve been out here for almost fifteen minutes.”
and off you went to your front door, toto was greeted by a grumpy daughter whose eyebrows were furrowed. you looked at your father, “what are you doing here, dad?”
“no ‘hallo, vater’? no ‘how are you doing, dad?’. none?” he joked, entering your place as you made way for him and closed the door. “okay, i will be quick. come with us to barcelona this weekend.”
your eyes widened, “what? i have work, i can’t just leave.”
“your brother told me that you have a flexible work schedule, that you’re allowed to bring your work everywhere you go.” your dad replied.
“theodore wolff, that little bitch.” you cursed under your breath, you couldn’t help but facepalm with what your brother just did. “dad–”
“i know that tone, y/n wolff.” toto stopped you from continuing your sentence, “come on, it’ll be just like the old days! except your brother isn’t here because his finals week aligned with the weekend in barcelona.”
you bit your lip, making a decision as your father can be impatient. if you go to the race, the possibility of running to george is high–no matter how much effort you exert on avoiding the man, you simply can’t as he is, of course, a driver for mercedes. but, it’ll be good for you as well! you haven’t gone to spain for years, a change of environment and working outside of your home office may be good for you as well. you work only on weekdays, and you’ll be free for the rest of the weekend so you wouldn’t think of work that much in case.
“okay fine, i’ll go with you. when’s the flight?”
“tonight.”
“TONIGHT?! dad, a little heads up would’ve been nice!”
“i’m sorry, pack your bags and we’ll pick you up by 8.” toto said, planting a kiss on your head. “i’ll go now, we’ll see you later!”
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on saturday morning, arriving at the paddock with your father, a lot of people approached you by the entrance. some asked for pictures, some for autographs (which you didn’t quite understand), and some were nice enough to greet you. to say that you’re nervous is an understatement. you were returning to the paddock, you’re about to see george, his fiancée–the people you've been avoiding for months were in barcelona with you. you opted to stay in your hotel since your arrival in spain, finishing all the work you have left before proceeding with your weekend. as you walk to the paddock with toto, you could feel your palm sweat and your stomach turn the more you get closer to mercedes’ garage.
“word is, footballers are in red bull’s garage.” you overheard one of the mechanics upon entering the garage. the word football made you even more nervous than you already were.
“oh come on, mate. i think i’ve seen a few yesterday! that’s old news!”
“i haven’t seen any yesterday but so far, i’ve seen james, felix, chilwell–” please don’t tell me mason is here. “–and mount. just last year they were in monaco, weren’t they?”
the other mechanic nodded his head. mason is here. breathing the same air as you, probably a few metres away from you even. i knew this was a bad idea. you thought to yourself.
“you look like you saw a ghost.” said your father after speaking to the engineers.
you shook your head, “well, i think i’m about to see one today.” you joked, “i-uh, i’ll go out to find something to drink.”
toto raised an eyebrow, a bit unsure of your change of behaviour but you gave him a smile and reassured that you’ll be back. “alright, just…be back before quali, alright?”
you nodded your head and exited the garage. walking around the paddock like you were a normal guest, someone who just wants to enjoy the weekend. but it’s hard when people recognize you as toto wolff’s daughter, and as much as you try to stay away from the crowd, people still approached you. little did you know, someone has spotted you.
“oi, mason!” ben called his teammate, walking towards the man who’re talking with the other players. “guess who i saw walking around the paddock?”
“who?”
ben took a step closer to the younger, whispering your name. mason felt his heart skip a beat, realising the same thing you’ve thought about just a few minutes ago: you were here, breathing the same air as him.
it's funny that you're calling me tonight
and, yes, i've dreamt of you too
and does he know you're talking to me?
will it start a fight?
no, i don't think she has a clue.
needless to say, you were good at hiding. mason had presented the pirelli pole position award to max, he wanted to know if you were there to see him next to the driver. but as he scanned the sea of crowd, you were nowhere to be found. after the qualifying, you returned back to your hotel–reasoning that you were exhausted and had a headache. as soon as you were back, you changed clothes and plopped yourself on the bed. but it wasn’t so soon when your phone started ringing, a number you once called.
“hello?”
“a little birdie told me that you were in the paddock today.”
you sighed, closing your eyes but held the phone close to your earshot. “was it ben?”
“you know it. he’s always liked you–in a platonic way, i mean.”
silence followed right after he had mentioned ben, you were exhausted to even reply.
“y/n–”
“it’s so funny that you’re calling me tonight, mason.” you said, “i assumed the night i called you, you would’ve blocked my number.”
“you know i would never do that. we’ve been together for a long time, y/n.”
“i must be living in your head, mason.”
mason scoffed on the other end of the line, “well, i wasn’t thinking of you until the night you called.” he replied, “and yes, i’ve dreamt of you too.”
you jolted up from the bed when you heard a knock on the door, with the phone on the other hand you made your way to the door. you didn’t even bother looking through the peephole to see who was knocking on your door late in the night, you just assumed it was your dad. promptly, you opened the door–lo and behold, mason mount was standing in front of you. unable to speak, you still held your phone by your ear and stared at him, him and his stupid smile. mason was the one who ended the call and shoved his phone into his pocket.
“hi,” he said, “it’s been a few months, y/n.”
“how did you–what are you–i’m so confused right now.” you expressed, about to shut the door but mason was quick enough to stop you. “what do you want, mason?”
“does he know you’re talking to me? will it start a fight?” he asked, completely ignoring your question and welcomed himself inside your room, shutting the door close. “george. does george know?”
“i called it off with him the night i left a letter for you, mason. i went to his place and i ended things with you both at the same time.”
mason scoffed, shaking his head in disbelief. “wow,” he exclaimed, “george had the in-person “break-up” and all i got is a stupid fucking letter?”
“mason–”
“that is bullshit, y/n. pure bullshit.” mason barked, “all this time, george got the closure that i should’ve had. me–y/n, i was the one you dated for a long time and all i fucking got is a lousy letter about the truth of your affair with george?”
“i was supposed to, mason!” you yell back, “i was supposed to tell you, but the timing just wasn’t right.”
“and you thought lying straight to my face when i asked you about it, was okay?” you were about to answer, but mason was already rushing to the door. when he was about to exit, he said: “i went here thinking i could finally get the closure i needed, but fuck, was i wrong about this.”
you scoff, “that’s on you, then. you come running to the girl who cheated on you.” you said, “does lia know that you’re still hung up on your past? because i don’t think she has a clue.”
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ynwolff so many familiar faces here in spain 🇪🇸 here’s a little dump of my weekend here 🤓
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yourbffsig oh i know who those familiar faces were 😉
ynwolff �� stop
yourbffsig we’re going to a party tonight after what happened, we need to get wasted!!
ynwolff as long as i make it back home on time and alive, let’s gooo
mercedesamgf1 glad to have you back in the garage, y/n! 🐺
ynwolff glad to see the team secure a double podium, thank you for having me! 🖤
mercedesamgf1 a great weekend indeed!
yourmomsig missing you so much, sweetheart! hope you enjoyed x
ynwolff miss you too mum ❤️
theowolff what about me 😓
ynwolff miss you too dumbass 🙄 you’re the reason why i went so you should’ve been with me, i could’ve avoided an unexpected circumstance hahahah
theowolff if only school let me 💀 but hey, at least you ‘enjoyed’
ynwolff i’m blocking you!!
user1 OMG SHES IN THE PADDOCK WHAT IF SHE SAW OR TALKED TI MASE IM DELULU (ALSO TOTO ON THE LAST SLIDE? LMAO)
user2 stop with these assumptions I BEG YALL
user3 people should learn how to stfu im being fr rn
user4 that’s toto’s reaction when he read your comment
user2 also the cryptic messages HELLO ?? i dont think they saw each other or if they did, it probably didn’t go so well
user3 you’re onto something babes 👀
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liamendes meu belo homem 😩🫶 i love you!
— ❤️ by masonmount
redbullracing THANK YOU!! 🫶
user5 when i tell yall this man is so FINE 🤌🏻
user6 this man is scrump-DILLY-tious
user7 yall CALM DOWN
user8 mason did something happen between u and y/n bc her posts have some sort of cryptic hints and i kinda wanna know whats going on tnx (jk hahaha love u both)
user9 HELPPP me too 😓 like what does her bff mean when she said “whag happened” and y/n saying “unexpected circumstance” LIKE GIVE ME SOMETHING??? A TEA PERHAPS???
user10 currently dying to know what the fucj happened in barcelona
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Sleepy Mornings
Summary: just a sleepy morning for y/n with Felix and Hyunjin in bed
Genre: fluff
Pairing: Hyunlix x gn!reader
Word Count:
Warnings: none <3 just some cute domestic fluff in the morning
[note: requested on my old blog by @mitproblem; RE-UPLOAD from old blog @justsomedreaming]
© by bethelighthalazia. Do not repost, copy or translate. Unless stated otherwise, those works are mine and born from my own ideas. I don't have any claim on the mentioned real existing Idols whatsoever.
The boys and you had come home late the night before, since the three of you had a lot of work to do currently. All of you fell asleep quickly, not even caring about getting changed at all.
When the sun crept up and shined onto your face, you couldn't stop a quiet groan. The light and the blanket hugged your boyfriends’ bodies, making Felix's freckles seem like glitter sprinkled on his face, a peaceful expression on his features. While you gently brushed a strand of blonde hair out of his face, you could hear a quiet hum behind you, signaling you that Hyunjin either woke up or is singing in his sleep once again. However, his slender fingers dancing across the shirt-covered waist of yours told you that he seemed to have woken up.
“Hmm~ Jinnie…” You hummed contently, although when the realization hits of you three being snuggled up in bed and obviously wearing your sleepwear, you couldn't help but wonder. Did they change your clothes for you before sleeping? When you tried to push his hand away to get up, he just wrapped his arm around your middle, keeping you from leaving your position between your two beloved boyfriends. “Jin~ sleep more, I'll be back in no time,” you say in a slightly raspy morning voice, but Hyunjin behind you shakes his head, not letting go. “Hmm, no. I'm not sleepy~” His voice told you that he definitely still is sleepy, but he and Felix would always give everything to be able to cuddle with you, so in no way he would let you leave bed for now. Besides, it's still early morning, so in his opinion, you don't have to be anywhere other than the bed.
Your back was now pressed against Hyunjin’s chest when he pulled you closer to bury his face in your neck, you can't stop a quiet giggle, his breath and the faint kisses on your skin tickle you. This movement and the sounds you both made let Felix stir, opening his eyes slowly. The moment he saw you snuggled against Hyunjin, causing too much space between you and the literal personification of sunshine that's Felix, a small pout formed on his lips. Again reaching out to brush some strands of hair out of his face, you smiled sleepily, Hyunjin’s hand around your middle extending a bit to grasp the younger one's shirt and pull him closer. “No pouting, Lixie, c'mere,” the black haired male hummed, the pout on Felix's lips subsiding as he quickly snuggled close to you, your arms wrapping around him instinctively and both of the men resting an arm across your middle.
“Don't wanna get up…let's call Chan to tell we are sick-” Felix's morning voice always lets you melt, but also giggle slightly, his deep voice a complete contrast to his soft face and the beautiful smile on his lips. “Shush, we don't have schedules anyway. You both are beautiful, y'know that?” Hyunjin mumbled as answer to Felix, his eyes taking in the two beautiful people in his arms. Everyday he gets to wake up with you and Felix, his heart swells with love.
“Sleeping in sounds good~ ‘ts too early anyway,” Felix whispered groggily, his eyes closed again, his mouth slightly opened, he's already falling asleep again. “It's- boys, it's almost ten already…let’s-” “Shush, our sunshine is too sleepy and I don't wanna let you get up yet, y/nnie.” Hyunjin interrupted you, before you could say the bad words ‘getting up’, you could even hear the hint of dramatic whining in his voice. Very carefully, you turned onto your back, so you could look at both, instantly being met with his beautiful dark brown eyes. “Jinnie~ I love you and Lixie so much.” You whispered, a bright smile appearing on the older one's face, your hand slowly reaching up to run your fingers through his long dark hair. “You both are my everything, jagiya,” he hummed in response to your words, drawing a small mumble of agreement from Felix next to you, even though he seemed as if deeply asleep again. Hyunjin's hand moved ever so slightly, his fingers drawing patterns on your stomach and this made your eyes droop as you slowly dozed off as well. The dark haired male just smiled happily, his heart bursting of love for you and Felix while he watched you both sleep, before his head soon also dropped into the pillow again, the soft breathing of you and Felix lulling him back into sleep as well.
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also while i’m here i just wanted to make a post about this. i want to begin this by saying DO NOT INTERACT OR SEND HATE TO THIS PERSON BECAUSE THEY ARE A MINOR but the blog @/leeschu + @/leeshu (now @/myungshu + @/lymung) has been reposting my jjk hcs & changing the characters to haikyuu characters. the writing is mine (screenshots below) & a few days ago i had already reached out to them privately to take them down, they took them down then re uploaded them a day later with a different layout. the writing is copy & pasted but it is posts that i posted early 2022. again, please do NOT send hate to them because they’re just a kid but please just block them! they also copied the whole layout of my blog, my whole theme, about me, mlist layout but have since changed that despite the way they kept my writing? also these are just a few there is more of my writing they have reposted on their blog.
MY POST:
THEIR POST:
ANOTHER ONE OF MINE:
REPOSTED ON THEIRS:
#ʚ・◞📎 — em entry.#cw discourse#i’ve blocked them but had reached out to them & they apologised but then have just reposted again so idk what to do#discourse is so ugly but so is plagiarism
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》 ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴍᴏʀɴɪɴɢ《
Gaara was usually awake before Reeze. Since he lost Shukaku, he had a very slight sleep, had Nightmare very often and the smallest Things could wake him up. But very rarely he did sleep good and deep, and it could happen that she was awake before him. As this Morning.
Reeze woke up very early, simply enjoying the sight of her peacefully sleeping Husband. She enjoyed seeing him sleeping without Trouble, it gave her inner Peace. No one else could give her that Feeling, it was always him, from the very beginning, even before they became a Couple.
She stood up after stroking his red Hair for a second and went to the Bathroom, ready to prepare him Breakfast as every Morning. He often forgot to take care of himself, like eating or taking a break, so she made at least sure that he ate before he went to work. Since the Twins were born, only a few Months old, she wasn't with him in his Office anymore.
When she stood in front of the Mirror, her Hair a mess, she started to comb her hair, eyes closed, when she suddenly felt someone hugging her from behind. Within a second she started to Smile, enjoying that gentle Touch of her loved one.
"Good Morning", she said quietly and gave him a small kiss.
Gaara closed his eyes, still half asleep, and gave her a gentle kiss on her head, her hair.
"Good Morning", he also said very quietly, still waking up. "Why didn't you wake me up?"
"I wanted to let you sleep. It's a rare sight."
Gaara, still with closed eyes, then hugged her a bit more tight, simply enjoying the physical Touch with his beloved Wife.
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Sabaku No Gaara (c) Masashi Kishimoto
Naruto & Boruto (c) Masashi Kishimoto and Mikio Ikemoto
This Picture was a Comission for me from its.sunjyo . I am NOT the Artist of this Artwork. I am a Art Collector. I have the Artists written permission to upload this drawing to my Social Media. ⚠️
The Oc, her Design and Story belong to me. ⚠️
Without my written permission you have no right to recolor/repost/trace/edit/use this in any way. Also please don't use my Characters for Roleplay or Fanfictions. ⚠️
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this isnt even exclusive to obey me, since practically every fandom has issues like this. but i really wish that people would educate themselves at least a little bit about general fandom etiquette, and this includes how we interact with the official material. i see lots of people breaking solmares tos by doing things like datamining the game to leak unreleased cards early, datamining raw images from the games so they can make edits of the official art and repost them, etc. this kind of stuff directly breaks solmares rules in the tos that you agree to when you download the game. this can get your account banned and no one wants that! and on a less official level, i am begging people to stop stealing artists work and uploading their fanart w/o source or credit to places like tiktok. that app is FULL of obey me videos using stolen fanart without the artists knowledge or permission, without credit. cut that shit out! do people really not understand art theft any more? and this one might be controversial, but for the love of god please stop using those character ai chatbots. everyone is all anti-ai until its stealing from writers instead of artists, i guess? like if we know that chatgpt is bad how come no one can stop using character ai? this is the kind of stuff that poisons fandoms and slowly kills it off
— Anon
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November 5, 2023 -
Tae posts seven photos on IG, captioning the post “Since I can’t sleep 🤷” This was at 5am in Korea.
Two of the seven pictures were from Jungkook’s private listening party for his solo debut album “Golden.” Remember, Jimin initially posted the three film strips to his IG, and Joon and Tae reposted to their IG stories. I will forever adore that film strip of Taekook, and how all of the photos show their close bond, since they’re squished together, in each other’s personal spaces, which is such an intimate thing to do. The photos Tae shared -
Tae’s IG post - https://www.instagram.com/p/CzPOXa6S6PM/?igshid=MzRlODBiNWFlZA==
Golden listening party recap - https://www.tumblr.com/taekooktimeline/733264831711412224/november-4-2023-released
Jungkook departs for the U.S. hours later (approximately around 9:45am. Based on prior instances of Tae and Jk being together before one flies out for an overseas schedule, it could be speculated they were together and Tae stayed up to spend time with him. Of course, as this is speculative, please decide as you like.
https://youtu.be/nHNeLZk3E2U?si=Vf2kxHQqT807sYfm
And the reason it’s plausible that they were together is based on the below, which are some instances when it was confirmed they spent time together before one flew out, or after one got back from an overseas schedule.
October 23, 2022: Tae posted a photo of Jk to his IG stories, before Jk flew to Qatar for the World Cup promos
November 22, 2022: Jk lands back in Seoul. He and Tae film the “Run BTS” dance challenge in the early morning hours, at Incheon Paradise City Grand Deluxe Pool villa
April 8, 2023: Hobi and Tae are on live with Jk; hours later, Jk flies to LA
May 14, 2023 (Rose Day): Tae uploaded a series of photos to his IG, one being of him and Jk after the “Dream” premier. He also posted an IG story of the two of them walking with Wooga and friends after the event. Remember, “Dream” and the after events with Wooga and friends were April 24-25, 2023. Tae flew out to France the following day after uploading the series of photos
May 29, 2023: Tae shares on Weverse that he called Jk to cook makguksu “tomorrow” (He flies out for an overseas schedule in France on May 31
(CTTO for the collages)
October 23, 2022 recap: https://www.tumblr.com/taekooktimeline/718845941963210752/october-23-2022
November 22, 2022 recap: https://www.tumblr.com/taekooktimeline/702090487479320576/approximately-november-22-2022-filmed-november )
April 8, 2023 recap: https://www.tumblr.com/taekooktimeline/714807882986799104/april-8-2023
April 25, 2023 recap (please note this piece didn’t mention Tae flying to France, since I placed this piece when the event actually happened) - https://www.tumblr.com/taekooktimeline2023/717591991372890112/april-24-25-2023
May 29, 2023 recap of Tae wanting Jk’s makguksu: https://www.tumblr.com/taekooktimeline2023/718760936465399808
May 31, 2023 recap: https://www.tumblr.com/taekooktimeline2023/718847206276366336
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I still dont quite understand what the 'God of Pain''s website its suppose to be. It is just site where the admin take video and pictures of 'bad' people and spread it on the internet? Or it causes a 'softer' version of the breakdowns made by Akechi? (Like the woman with the red dress killing herself or the dude with the bike running inside the train)? Do you think the game will have its own 'Akechi' or its too early to say?
To my understanding, it's a website where "Magatsukami" uploads (maybe reposts?) videos of people doing disruptive/bad things and identifies them as "phantoms". It might be that people send in videos that Magatsukami approves, or Magatsukami just finds (or even records) the videos themselves? But it sounds like anyone who's posted on there is "officially" a phantom.
I believe these videos are uploaded after the phantoms act (as they're recordings of their actions), so I'm not sure if the videos themselves could be directly influencing people to act unless time travel is involved. But it's possible that watching lots of these videos, or interacting with the site, could be causing more people to act as phantoms? And that might be along the lines of the "softer" breakdown ability you're suggesting. It's not clear at the moment, though, so right now that part's all speculation.
As for whether P5X might have "its own Akechi", I think a lot of people are expecting that, since so far the P5X characters have been able to slot into roles similar to the original P5 cast (Wonder and Joker, Ruferu and Morgana, Motoha and... well, Ann and/or Ryuji, this one's debatable, Shun and Ryuji and/or Yusuke), but it does seem like things are getting further away from the "P5 formula" as the story progresses. At this point, to me it still seems safe to guess there might be someone in an "Akechi" role later on, but it's getting more and more difficult to say for certain.
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During the Rainstorm - Chapter Two
↳ Pairing: Hwang Hyunjin x Yoon Seol (OC)
↳ Genre: Romance, comedy, smut (eventual), slow burn, enemies (idiots) to lovers, non!idol au, angst
↳ Series warnings: See Chapter One
↳ Chapter Warnings: None, nothing serious. Mentions of nausea and anxiety. Hyunjin actually appears in this chapter, so let's start the ride!!
↳ Read on my A03: Here
↳ Masterlist & Summery: Here
↳ Notes: This is a repost of this series and I think a re-upload of the first chapter. I also am taking the liberty of making a name change of one of the characters. Woojin and Minho are switching names/characters.
<- Chapter One - Chapter Three ->
THE BRIGHT TROPICAL sun was bright enough to blind even in the early morning. Seol pulled a pair of sunglasses out of her bag and slipped them over her eyes. The warm salty air blew through her hair, whipping it all around her head and across her face. She tried not to think about the knots that she would have to brush out later at the hotel. Seol decided that the concept for an open air Jeep with no doors, top, or windows was decent, but in practice she wished they’d never been built.
Yoon Dayeon and her fiance Kim Minho sat in the front seats, laughing and smiling together about something Seol couldn’t hear. She tried to ignore the happy and loving looks that the couple exchanged, but she figured she would have to get used to them at some point. Seol tried to focus on the glistening ocean, the clear blue sky, and the warm summer air. Maybe Eun Bi was right and being in a beautiful place like this would get the creative juices flowing.
She took a few deep breaths, letting the salty air permeate her senses. Blazing rays of sun seeped through her clothes and caressed her skin. The ocean glistened, sparkling like diamonds under the summer sun. Seol wondered if she could write a poem about the ocean or the palm trees or the bold blue sky. However, nothing came to mind. No words, no comparisons, nothing.
Nothing yet. Seol tried to remind herself. It’s not like she expected to get flooded with inspiration in her first hour on the island.
“Seol-ah.” Dayeon turned around in her seat to call for her cousin over the wind. “I hope you brought a swimsuit! Our first stop after the rehearsal is the pool!”
“Did you really think I would come to Jeju Island without a swimsuit?” Seol grinned. “I brought my cute red one, too. Surely there’s a cute guy somewhere out there for me.”
“That’s the spirit!” Dayeon exclaimed, throwing her hands up. “It’s about time you got out of your funk after that asshole you were dating.”
“Honestly, he wasn’t worth my time and energy anyway.”
“Didn’t you write a collection of poems about him?” Dayeon tilted her head forward to peer at Seol over the rims of her sunglasses.
“Look, they weren’t all about him.” Seol crossed her arms. “Besides, I had to have my catharsis somehow and it’s not like my creative outlet is a secret.”
“Alright, alright. Fair enough. Did you write the lightning poem about him?”
“No! He doesn’t deserve that kind of brilliance.” Seol scoffed at the accusation.
“Damn right!” This cry came from both Dayeon and Minho.
“What did I do to deserve you guys?” Seol laughed.
“You were literally born into my family. Now don’t worry, maybe this weekend we can hook you up for someone a million times better than that asshole. Minho has a bunch of his friends coming for the weekend.”
“Oh, what about Changbin?” Minho chimed in.
“Maybe... but I think he’s too... oh, I dunno...” Dayeon hummed.
“Loud? I agree.” Minho shook his head. “In any case, a bunch of them will be at the rehearsal since my bachelor party is right after. I can introduce you, if you like.” Minho offered, shooting her a prince-like smile through the rearview mirror.
“I appreciate it, but that’s not really my priority for the weekend anyway. My publisher is cracking down on me to write a novel instead of just poetry so I’m going to try and develop that. With any luck, I’ll be too distracted to care about men.” Seol waved off the offer.
“If you insist. Maybe you’ll change your mind once you see the wedding hall. It’s absolutely gorgeous!” Dayeon clasped her hands together and sighed dreamily. “It’s everything I’ve ever dreamed of.”
“I hope it lives up to the hype.” A laugh burst from Seol. “You’ve only been talking about it for months.”
“It will, I swear! This is going to be the perfect wedding. I have the man of my dreams, a show stopping dress, my favorite cousin by my side,” Dayeon threw in a wink for Seol’s benefit. “And the most delicious dinner you’ve ever had in your life. Honestly, I don’t know how this could get any better.”
“Me, either.” Seol shook her head, turning to watch the glittering ocean. There were no storm clouds on the horizon, allowing the spotless blue sky to extend as far as the eye could see.
The road snaked and curved along the coastline, gradually ascending upwards towards a dramatically modern island resort. The white sandstone and glass exterior reminded Seol of a Grecian villa. Palm trees and vibrant flowers decorated the entrance. They surrounded a large silver sculpture with an obscure shape, somewhere between a globe and a mountain. Seol peered at it as the Jeep wound up the hill and around the roundabout towards the parking lot. The sun’s reflection in the windows blinded Seol, even with the sunglasses and she winced away from the light. She reached for her purse to dig for her chapstick as an excuse to hide from the light.
From the driver's seat, Minho slowed the car and tapped on the horn. He called excitedly to someone in the parking lot and Dayeon joined in when she saw who it was. Seol glanced up from her bag but the person on the sidewalk was wearing a hat and looking away.
“Hyung!” Minho called again, stopping the car.
“Oh? Minho-ah! Did you and Dayeon go on a pre-wedding date?” The man on the sidewalk responded with a deep, well rounded voice. Seol glanced up instinctively, but her chapstick had migrated to the bottom of the bag.
“No, we had to pick up Dayeon’s cousin from the airport.” Minho explained.
“The one who’s going to be reading at the ceremony?”
“The very one.”
“I’m looking forward to hearing which poem you’ve chosen! Look, I’ll see you inside, okay? I want to put my bags away.”
“Great! See you in a few minutes at the rehearsal!” Minho called.
He let off the brakes and continued into the parking lot. It didn’t take him long to find a spot and by then Seol gave up looking for her chapstick. She hoped to maybe buy some in the hotel if they had an in-house convenience store. Minho got out of the car first, making his way around and helping Dayeon out of the car. He waited patiently for Seol to gather herself before offering her his hand. Seol grinned at Dayeon, who watched Minho with hearts sparkling in her eyes. On one hand, the romance between them was disgusting, but on the other Seol had to admit that Minho was a gentleman. Once Seol was out of the car, Minho went back in for her bags. He refused to let her take them from him.
“Who did we just stop for?” Seol asked as the trio made their way into the building.
“Ah, that was one of Minho’s friends from university. They were in different departments, but took a bunch of the same classes.” Dayeon linked her arm with Seol’s as they walked.
“We’ve been best friends since college. So, of course he had to come.” Minho continued. “I just barely managed to get him down here, though. He’s had a thing about beaches recently.”
“A thing about beaches?” Seol quirked an eyebrow at him.
“Yeah, I dunno. Something about how they bring him terrible luck. He hasn’t told me much more than that. But, Dayeon is a genius and can convince anyone to do anything and talked him into coming down. He knew he had to be here anyway.”
“It would have been his loss. That ocean is beautiful.” Seol determined.
“I agree completely.” Dayeon beamed, turning her face towards the sun and sighing contentedly.
“Are you guys staying in Jeju for the honeymoon?”
“For a while. We’re spending a week here before flying out to Greece and touring the country.”
“I’m so jealous! I’ve always wanted to visit Greece.”
“The next time we go on a trip, we’ll bring you along.” Minho promised, falling back to let the girls enter the hotel first.
“So I can be a third wheel the whole time? What an irresistible offer.” Seol laughed, only half joking.
“Oh, come on. You wouldn’t be alone!” Dayeon exclaimed. “You’d have your three bags of notebooks with you!”
“You’re the worst.”
Dayeon only laughed, unfazed by her cousin’s teasing. The three of them made their way to the desk where Minho helped Seol check in. Most of the hotel bookings for the wedding were made under a group reservation. Surely there was a discount involved, but Seol didn’t know anything about that. Not officially, anyway. Dayeon and Minho kept insisting that Seol didn’t owe them anything for the room but Seol was determined to eventually pay them back for it. Finally, Minho turned around and handed Seol her room keys.
“You’ll be on the third floor. I’ll walk you up.” Minho gestured towards the hallway labeled Elevators. “Jagiya, I’ll meet you in the wedding hall, alright?”
“Of course. See you soon.” Dayeon smiled warmly, touching Minho’s shoulder gently. “Seol-ah, when you come down make sure you’re dressed cute. Some of Minho’s friends will be there and you want to make a good impression.”
Dayeon winked before setting off in a different direction. Minho led Seol to the elevators, heaving her backpack higher on his shoulder as they walked. Seol knew that her backpack was heavy, seeing as it contained mostly books and her laptop. She didn’t expect to get too much time to do some writing, but she figured that if there was nothing to do after the reception then she should have her computer just in case.
“Are you sure I can’t carry at least my backpack?” Seol offered as they waited.
“Oh, I’m sure. It’s not that heavy.” Minho shot her a dazzling grin. Dayeon sure did win the jackpot. Seol knew for a fact that her backpack was very heavy.
“Well, thank you. I appreciate the help.”
“Anytime. Ah, I asked if they would be able to take your dress and prepare it for tomorrow. Someone will be meeting you at your room in a few minutes to take it so they can press or steam it or whatever they do.” The elevator doors opened and Minho waited for Seol to get on before following her.
“Dayeon told you about my dilemma yesterday?” Seol guessed.
“You were on speaker.”
“I am... not surprised.”
The walk to Seol’s room was quick but Wooojin kept her entertained regardless. He talked about the wedding planning and the nerves building up in his stomach. Sure, he was excited to be marrying Dayeon, but the overall event was still nerve-wrecking. Seol wished she could relate. The more he talked about the wedding and his excitement about marrying Dayeon, the tighter she had to grip the bag of her purse. She swallowed thickly, trying to wash the jealousy down.
Ever since Dayeon met Minho six years ago, their love had been fairytale perfect. Minho pursued her diligently before asking her on a date. Dayeon called Seol after their first date to gush about how much of a gentleman he’d been the whole time and how he was definitely getting a second date. From the moment Seol met Minho, she knew that he and Dayeon would be planning a wedding in no time. While there had been some postponements due to illness in the family and a year-long business trip, the relationship persevered. Now, Seol’s cousin was marrying an actual Disney prince. Seol would be lying if she said that she didn’t want a prince herself. Dayeon could have Minho. Seol wanted one of her own.
They reached Seol’s room and Minho stepped inside just to drop her backpack on the bed and leave the roller case at the end. When he finally stepped out and the door closed behind him, Seol groaned deeply and fell back on the bed. The plush mattress and cotton blankets sucked her in. Her eyes slid shut and she considered letting herself drift off. Traveling always made her tired and since she had to catch an early flight to make it on time she had to wake up before the sun rose. Seol determined that waking up before eight or nine in the morning was not for her and should be outlawed.
Her consciousness was just beginning to drift when a loud knock on the door shocked her awake. Seol groaned, throwing her arm over her eyes and wishing whoever was outside would go away. The loud knock came again. Seol heaved herself off of the bed and moved to the door.
“I’m here to take your dress to be pressed.” The hotel employee stated almost robotically.
“Oh, right. Um, let me get it.” Seol folded the lock in the door so it wouldn’t shut and hurried back into the room.
Seol unzipped her bag and pulled out her dress in its plastic protective bag. Through the clear plastic, she could see that it hadn’t fared the trip as well as she’d hoped. It didn’t look awful, but it could use a good press. She carried it bridal style back to the door and passed it off to the employee.
“It’ll only take a couple of hours.” The employee smiled politely.
“Oh, I’ll be out and about for a bachelorette party. Will you put it back in my room?”
“Yes, we can do that.”
“Perfect, thank you!”
The employee started down the hall and Seol let the heavy door slide closed behind her. Seol made her way back into her room to rummage through her bag to find something to wear. Apparently her jeans and simple t-shirt wasn’t ‘cute’ enough for the rehearsal, so she had to find something else. Unlike Dayeon, Seol didn’t make it a habit to bring enough clothes to change three times a day when she went on a trip so she wasn’t sure if she had anything to wear to the reception that would meet Dayeon’s expectations. As she rummaged around, Seol found her notebook with the pencil tied to the ring. She took a deep breath, not remembering when she’d packed it. Seol lifted it out of the bag and flipped it open to the last page with any words written on it.
“I think I need to see you again... there’s something I need to say... Even though we know nothing about each other.” Seol’s eyes scanned the next line. “You and I... after that night, I began feeling things I’ve never felt before and I’m scared. I don’t know the right thing to do and I want to talk to you. I think you would know what to do.”
Seol didn’t have the confidence to say that he would know what to do. She didn’t even have the confidence to say that he would have wanted to talk to her, or given her a second look once she told him what was on her mind. Luckily for her, the problem had been fleeting and she hadn’t needed to talk to him, to Hyunjin. The fear and the urge to reach out to him had only lasted a couple of days but it was enough to send her spiraling. A few of those poems ended up in her book, but luckily no one took much notice of them. Seol didn’t want to think about it. Not today.
Thankfully, she found the sundress she’d brought to layer over her swimsuit and decided it was better than nothing. She changed into her red bikini to layer under it before pulling the red cotton sundress over her head. Seol toed on the pair of red flats she brought with her and checked her appearance in the mirror. She grabbed her hair brush immediately to run it through her tangled strands, not realizing how badly the wind had messed it up. The pull of the brush against the knots pinched her scalp and she winced. The ride in the open air Jeep did a number to her hair and it took her several painful minutes to get it back to a healthy level. When she checked her appearance in the mirror once more, she was glad to see that the simple makeup she’d applied at the airport had stayed.
She grabbed a small plastic bag out of the front pocket of her backpack and pulled out a pair of earrings and slipped them into her piercings. Seol hadn’t expected to ever wear the seashell earrings again, but Jeju Island seemed to be the most appropriate place. She almost hadn’t brought them. She’d stared at them for several minutes that morning as she put her wedding jewelry in the plastic bag. Seol couldn’t describe why she needed to bring them, she just knew that she didn’t want to leave them there.
For a moment, Seol paused, caught by her reflection in the full-length mirror hung on the wall. She took in her appearance with her long hair, crystal earrings, and red dress. She took a few deep breaths, letting her eyes fall on her own face, peering closer at her makeup to make sure it looked okay. Her eyes dropped lower across her chest to her stomach and a hand lifted instinctively to cover it. Her eyes slipped closed for a moment as she pushed down the emptiness. A chasm had ripped itself open inside her months ago and no matter how hard she tried, the dull ache within her refused to subside. No matter how much she wrote or how much she drank, the hurt remained.
“Stop looking.” His voice filled her ears and he appeared over her shoulder.
She met his eyes through the mirror, ripping her attention away from her frazzled and unkempt appearance. Her face and eyes were red and puffy from crying and from sitting outside in the cold for so long. Her dress wrinkled where she’d gripped the skirt in lieu of gripping the neck of her ex. Seol’s hair looked windswept and angry. She’d only wanted to check and see if her nose was bleeding after something wet slipped out of it, but she got caught up in looking at her sorry appearance. Heartbreak looked ugly on her. Luckily, her nose wasn’t bleeding.
Hyunjin’s large, warm hands covered her shoulders and he slowly turned her around. He smiled at her softly and without pity. She wondered why he didn’t pity her when the person she cared about had betrayed her so horribly. Seol knew she deserved his pity but she didn’t want it. Perhaps he saw that in her and was determined to be someone she needed instead. And she did need him. When she faced him, he lifted one of his hands to gently fix a small lipstick smudge on the corner of her mouth and he smiled when he completed his task. Hyunjin’s plush lips looked inviting and Seol fought the urge to claim them for herself.
“You don’t need to see what he did to you.” Hyunjin’s soft voice filled her heart and helped the shaking within her subside. She hadn’t realized the extent of her anxiety until he started whispering. “Seol-ah, don’t look at yourself anymore tonight. Instead, look at me. Just me.”
“I’m not sad anymore.” She declared. Seol wasn’t sure if it was the truth. “I just want to forget. I don’t like that he’s the last person who touched me.”
“He doesn’t have to be.”
Seol blinked up at him in surprise at his words, wondering if he was insinuating what she thought he was. Hyunjin’s gaze was soft and innocent, and for a moment Seol wondered if she was even physically capable of placing her hands on another man, much less her mouth. For just long enough, she’d dedicated herself to someone else. She didn’t think she would need to touch or kiss other men. But Hyunjin... Hyunjin looked too beautiful to pass up.
“Will you...” Seol started but the words died in her throat.
“Yes?”
“Will you hold me?”
Seol shook her head and was almost tempted to wave her hand above her head to help the thought bubble dissipate. She couldn’t believe how desperate she’d been that night. She could believe how desperate she felt all the time. Over the course of one night, her ex boyfriend had torn her down and Hyunjin had built her back up. Something about him scared her, and she did what she always does when things get hard. When things with Hyunjin began to feel real, she ran. How could she let herself get hurt twice in a row? She wondered if leaving Hyunjin there had hurt more than healed.
She couldn’t stay here a moment longer.
Seol grabbed her small purse out of her backpack and decided she was finally ready to head out for the evening. She grabbed her hotel key from her discarded jeans and set out into the hallway. The long hallway was deserted but her room was close enough to the elevators. She hoped that the inner workings of the hotel were simple enough and she wouldn’t get lost looking for the reception hall. When in doubt, she knew Dayeon and Minho would always be there to save her.
The elevator opened up only for Seol to come face to face with the man she’d only just parted ways with. Minho smiled brightly when he saw her and stepped aside to let her out. She waited for him to get on, but instead he gestured for her to follow him through the lobby.
“You’re not going up?” Seol trailed behind him.
“No, Dayeon sent me after you. We’re about to get started.” Minho explained. Seol followed him through the lobby and down another hallway. The ceiling vaulted overhead and modern chandeliers hung from above. Dayeon sure had good taste.
“Ah. I’m sorry I took too long!”
“No, no. I’m sure you’re tired from traveling.”
“Yeah, I’m exhausted. I’m going to need to sleep for a thousand years after this weekend.”
“Tell me about it.” Minho chuckled. “I’m already tired thinking about it all. But luckily, I think Dayeon and I will only be awake on Sunday to say goodbye to everyone and then we’ll be back to bed.”
“Oh yeah, I can’t even imagine how tired you guys are going to be after all this.” Seol shook her head. “I can’t say I envy you.” Much.
“This wedding has been crazy to plan, to say the least. Luckily, Dayeon is pretty easy to make happy. It feels unreal that by tomorrow we’ll actually be married.” Minho grinned.
“Yeah, it feels unreal to me, too. You have to bring me some souvenirs and stuff when you go traveling!” Seol nudged Minho’s arm playfully and he laughed.
“Of course I will! Hopefully you’ll get married soon and can go on a nice honeymoon.”
“Ugh, that’s not likely. I don’t think I’ll ever get married at this rate, but it’s fun to daydream about.” Seol shrugged.
“Hey, maybe you could write about that? I mean, doesn’t poetry come from desire?”
“Sure, some of my poetry does, as you’ve seen. However, poetry comes from all different emotions, not just desire. I don’t think I have enough desire left in me to write another collection like that.”
“True. Actually, one of my favorite poems you wrote is... oh, what’s the name?” Minho mused, pausing outside the doors to the wedding hall. The doors were propped open and the low murmur of various wedding guests and family members filled the air. Minho stopped conveniently out of sight so no one would see them yet. “It was in your last book, but I think it was about the loss of opportunity.”
“The chance to learn was lost before the day ended in the east...” Seol recited the line and Minho perked up immediately.
“My skin and my heart, like ice as the sky loses it’s sun... Night comes inevitably, to say the least.” Minho continued. “Exactly that one! It was short, but impactful.”
“Well, thank you!”
“Do you mind if I ask... what happened?”
“Oh. I don’t know, I barely remember writing it.” Seol laughed nervously, gripping the strap on her purse for some kind of stability. “We should probably go in before Dayeon sends someone after us.”
Without waiting for Minho to lead, Seol stepped forward and into the vast room. The vaulted ceiling rose two stories up, making her a little dizzy. A large, intricate crystal chandelier hung in the middle of the room, creating small refracted rainbows on the walls. A large raised, white-vinyl aisle sat in the middle of the room leading to the raised platform where the altar stood. Bouquets of white and pink flowers lined the aisle and served as centerpieces on the several dozen round tables set up around the room. The tables were done up with white, pink, and gold tablecloths and decorated with white and pink china, gold candles, and flowers. The chairs were draped with white cloth and held in place by golden bows. Seol’s eyes widened as she did some mental math to see how many chairs there were in the room. Did Dayeon really expect this many people to show up to the wedding? Seol didn’t even know that many people, much less invite them to her hypothetical at best wedding.
Dayeon herself stood at the end of the aisle with a handful of hotel staff who were listening intently as the bride gave them instructions. A few of the girls Seol recognized as Dayeons friends from school had taken over one of the tables closest to the altar, talking among themselves and waiting for the rehearsal to start. A handful of guys dressed nicely sat or stood around a table near the girls, also passing the time. Dayeon sent the hotel staff away and turned to see Minho and Seol at the door. She waved them over and turned to talk to the officiant, one of Minho’s uncles.
Seol hesitated at the steps leading up to the aisle, not wanting any attention drawn to her. Today was supposed to be all about Dayeon and Minho anyway. Luckily, Minho ascended the stairs ahead of her and stared down the aisle, leaving Seol to trail behind him. He must have sensed her nerves. Minho seemed to vibrate as he made his way towards his future wife. Despite the role reversal, the air buzzed with excitement as the bride and the groom got closer to each other. The girls at the table sat up and took notice when Minho entered the room, sighing as the real life Disney prince gazed upon his princess as if there was nowhere else he would rather be. In fact, there was no place he would rather be.
Against her will, a few lines of prose invaded Seol’s head as she watched Dayeon and Minho embrace as if they’d been apart for days rather than a few minutes. Minho smiled at her like she was his entire world and Seol turned her attention to her feet to ignore the pang of jealousy that overtook her. Dayeon’s friends all sighed happily as they watched their friend receive the love she deserved. For a moment, Seol wished she would have brought one of her notebooks downstairs.
“Seol-ah!” Dayeon called suddenly, pulling away from Minho to pull her further onto the platform. “This dress is so cute, when did you get it?”
“A couple months ago? I don’t know.” She laughed sheepishly, tugging at the hem and trying to force it to sit a little closer to her knees.
“Well, it’s perfect! I love it. Alright, since everyone is here let’s get started. Oh, girls!” Dayeon grabbed Seol’s hand and pulled her to the edge of the aisle and gestured to the table where a handful of girls sat around one of the tables. “This is my cousin, Yoon Seol who will be reading the poem at the ceremony! Seol-ah, did you bring it with you?”
“Ah, I forgot my book upstairs but I have it.” Seol winced, remembering seeing the book in her backpack.
“That’s okay, you don’t need to read the whole thing right now.” Dayeon waved her off. The girls around the table greeted Seol politely and she responded to the greeting with a shallow bow of her own. “Seol will be joining us for the bachelorette party, too! She’s been like my sister since she was born, so be sure to treat her well, okay!”
The girls responded with a chorus of agreement and Dayeon linked her arm with Seol and led her back over to where Minho and his uncle stood. Seol swallowed thickly and her hands shook as she glanced out over the large room. She knew that Dayeon wanted a large wedding, but Seol hadn’t been this prepared to read her work in front of this many people. For a moment, Seol almost wished she would have brought her book so she could practice in front of people. However, the urge to scurry away into a tiny hole with a fluffy blanket overpowered that want. Why had she agreed to do this again?
“After the rehearsal I’ll introduce you to all the girls properly. All of them are girls from work or friends from college, but I know you’ll get along just fine!” Dayeon continued, her excited energy practically sparking off of her. “Minho will also introduce you to his friends! Hopefully one of them will catch your eye!”
“Why is everyone here for the rehearsal if the party isn’t until later this afternoon?” Seol inquired, sparing only a quick glance to the two tables.
“Well, our family can’t be here until tomorrow morning and Minho’s are getting in tonight. I wanted some support today and luckily all of them could be here! Besides, once we’re done here they’ll be serving us brunch before we go out. Ooh, I can hardly wait!” Dayeon’s bright smile could have lit up this massive wedding hall on it’s own. Seol grinned. “Oh, by the way, it looks like one of Minho’s friends has already taken a fancy to you?”
“What?” Seol started to look over her shoulder, but Dayeon hissed and made her look forward again. “How? Who?”
“Don’t look now. But it’s the classmate we were telling you about earlier. He is so handsome and tall and really successful! Just your type! He also works in your field. He works at Mariposa Publishing.” Dayeon whispered. Seol’s blood turned cold at the name of the company.
“Oh, really?” Seol feigned ignorance, trying to ignore the horror settling in her stomach. No. It couldn’t be.
“Honestly, I don’t know why we didn’t think of him before.” Dayeon shrugged. “Isn’t he so cute?”
With permission to look finally granted, Seol slowly turned her head over her shoulder. Her eyes drifted over the girl's table to land on the boy’s and her heart sank into the floor. Seol found him immediately, just as he’d found her. She didn’t know why she hadn’t sensed his gaze on her immediately, but she definitely could now. His sharp, attractive features were curved into a frown that created deep lines around his eyes and mouth. His thick eyebrows were furrowed and his jaw was so tense he could probably cut paper on it. He had every right to be angry after he woke up to an empty bed without so much as a note. After all this time, trying to avoid him and pretend as if she hadn’t made a total mistake, he sat right there with a gaze made of daggers. After all this time, there was only one person who could make the ghost of the nausea she’d had after him return...
Hwang Hyunjin.
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<- Chapter One - Chapter Three ->
#stray kids#skz#stray kids smut#skz smut#hyunjin#hyunjin smut#hyunjin angst#hwang hyunjin#lee minho#lee know#skz lee know#during the rainstorm
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Timeline of recent events
At some point he announced through his website that he only communicates through his OF.
June 29th he posted a blog post about it. He also announced he has a new channel "LoveOnision".
Not sure on this date because the original tweet was deleted but he invited his past Patreons to join.
July 18th - announced the forums are back:
July 25th he posted a new video (as opposed to reposting old content). He used his voice. It was about politics or something. Very boring, but noteworthy because he had used an AI voice in his last new videos, which was almost a year ago.
August 2nd - He opens discord up again. To gain access you have to pay for his website.
August 3rd he reposted that long unhinged video series he made last year:
August 5th - He is now recording new videos and uploading new photos. Something he hasn't done since early last year.
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luke 3rd birthday card, part one
happy (early) birthday, luke! this translation will be my way of celebrating this year :’) there are some really cute and touching moments in this card, and we get to see a lot of long-awaited sprites, so I hope you enjoy this card too!
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Title: Heartwarming Memories (旧忆灼心)
[PART ONE]
[00:01] Luke’s House
The early morning sunlight was as thin as cicada wings as it passed through the gauze curtains, making the spotless kitchen counter shine dazzlingly bright. The television airing the morning news gave the warm morning a sense of everydayness. As I perused new styles of birthday cakes on my phone, I considered how to give Luke an unforgettable birthday.
MC: (After all, this is the first birthday after our relationship has changed. It needs to be special.)
Just as I was daydreaming, Luke put a piece of toast already slathered with jam on my plate in front of me.
Luke: What’s got you so lost in thought?
MC: I’m thinking about how we should celebrate, since it’s almost your birthday.
Luke’s face was the picture of surprise at my words.
Luke: Huh? It’s my birthday again already?
MC: Yup. Does the great detective Pearce have any ideas?
Luke: Having you at my side for my birthday is enough for me.
Luke spoke without even stopping to think, which actually made me realize some details I hadn’t noticed before. He would eagerly look forward to what birthday surprises I prepared for him, but he himself didn’t care all that much about it. It was as if for him, it wasn’t a day to celebrate his arrival to the world, but rather just a commemorative day to spend with me. Even Aaron, who usually cared about the most trivial things concerning Luke, would rarely offer to celebrate his birthday.
MC: Luke…
Luke: What?
MC: I want to know… What do you think about the day you were born?
Luke: Huh? Why are you asking that all of a sudden?
I couldn’t explain either why I was asking that, but I just had a sense that deep down inside, Luke seemed to be deliberately avoiding that day.
MC: It’s nothing, I was just curious.
Right after I spoke, a news story interrupted our conversation.
Newscaster: According to reports, the suspect responsible for the recent series of burglaries in the Jia’nan District was finally arrested this morning. The suspect has confessed to committing over thirty burglaries over the past two weeks, typically selecting uninhabited houses to steal from…
The area mentioned in the new report just happened to be where my parents’ house was located, the home that Luke and I used to live in. My gaze was drawn toward the picture on the screen. The park that was being shown was one that Luke and I had often played at when we were kids.
MC: Isn’t that where we often used to go when we were kids?
Luke: Yeah. The thief seems to be targeting that area.
MC: We haven’t gone back in a while, and Mom and Dad’s house has been empty this whole time. Do you think…
It may have been the influence of the news, but I couldn’t help but start to worry about my parents’ house.
Luke: Don’t worry about it for now. I’ll go check over there later and change the locks while I’m at it, to put our minds at ease.
MC: Okay, be careful then.
Luke nodded, then my phone suddenly vibrated from where it was lying face-down on the counter.
MC: It’s Captain Morgan. He usually doesn’t call so late.
Luke: Go see what he has to say.
MC: Okay.
[phone call with private number]
MC: Captain Morgan, did something happen?
Darius seemed to be outside. From the other end of the call, I could hear the clamor of crowds and footsteps.
Darius: Lawyer MC, are you aware of the multiple burglary cases in Stellis these past two weeks?
MC: Yes, we saw it on the news just now. Apparently the suspect has been caught.
Darius: Right. According to his confession, your parents’ house in Jia’nan District was stolen from too.
MC: !!!
Darius: If you’re available, could you come right now and assess the damages? I’m currently at your parents’ house.
MC: Okay, we’ll head over.
Darius: Great, then I’ll see you soon.
[3:04] Parents’ House
An hour later, Luke and I had squeezed our way into the house with some difficulty, as quite a few onlookers were standing in the hallway. Darius greeted us when he saw us arrive and instructed his subordinates to disperse the crowd.
Darius: Go check inside, that guy searched through pretty much every place possible. It’s a bit messy in there. My colleagues have already collected evidence, so you guys just need to go in and check if anything’s missing.
I nodded and stepped past Darius into the house. Everywhere I looked was in a state of disarray after being searched through. Previously when I had moved, I had already stored all of our home’s valuables in a safe deposit box at the bank. The thief probably realized that too, and out of frustration had intentionally destroyed places that couldn’t have had anything stored in them.
Luke: Captain Morgan, how much do you know about the thief?
Darius: We currently think he’s a repeat offender who specifically targets houses that people haven’t lived in for a long time. Right now he’s being questioned at the station, but he’s pretty crafty with his words. He could be hiding something. So that’s why I asked you guys to come here to assess the damages – the quicker you find if anything’s stolen, the easier we can get it back.
Luke: Understood.
Luke glanced at the room that had been thrown into disorder, then turned to look back at Darius.
Luke: It’s too messy here. We’ll need to organize everything before we can check what’s missing.
Darius: I understand. I’ll leave with my team for now, and you guys organize and check everything as soon as you can. If you find anything missing, contact me immediately.
MC: Okay. Thank you, Captain Morgan.
Darius nodded at me then left with his subordinates. We closed the door and the house immediately quieted down. The only ones left were me and Luke, and the chaos all around us. Scattered across the floor were things that we had already forgotten about, such as our report cards and awards and even our baby teeth – things that were precious to us, but useless to the thief.
Luke: Let’s start organizing.
Luke rolled up his sleeves as he spoke, picking up a chair that was on the ground and bending down to pick up the “precious memories” scattered on the floor. Infected by his enthusiasm, I collected my thoughts as well and began to help him.
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Time passed slowly. After who knows how long, Luke and I finally finished an inventory of everything.
MC: Whew! We’re finally done organizing.
Luke: Nice work. I don’t think anything’s missing, the thief was just searching blindly.
I nodded in agreement, but before I could relax, I suddenly remembered that we hadn’t checked the attic.
MC: Luke, we haven’t checked the attic yet, have we?
Luke: I don’t think so… let’s go up there right now.
MC: No need. We still need you to put these things from downstairs back where they were, so I’ll go check up there first.
Luke: That works. Call me if you need any help.
MC: Okay.
[5:25] Parents’ House Attic
Just as I expected, the attic hadn’t escaped the thief’s clutches either. Although it hadn’t been destroyed like downstairs had, the boxes that were originally in the storage room had all been searched through. Inside were practically all things from Luke and my time as students: toys, trading cards, notebooks… There was only one stood out among them. Unlike the other storage boxes that had paper labels, this one had Luke’s name written directly onto the box.
MC: This storage box…
As I gently ran my hand over the box, the memories came to me – this storage box was filled with things left behind by Luke’s parents. I recalled that when Luke had learned of his parents’ death, for a while his state of mind wasn’t that great. In order for him to adjust better, my parents had decided to follow a child psychiatrist’s suggestion to temporarily put away his parents’ things. However, back then I had felt that my parents had gone too far by putting them away, and gone to Luke about my indignation…
[flashback]
[6:01] Luke’s Bedroom
I quietly opened the door to Luke’s room.
MC: Luke, are you there?
Luke: You… why are you here?
Seeing that I was here, Luke hurriedly wiped his eyes with the back of his hand.
MC: I heard what Mom and Dad said to you. They don’t have the right to put away the things your parents left for you.
Luke: You…
Luke’s eyes were wide. He hadn’t expected me to eavesdrop on their conversation.
MC: Don’t be sad. I’ll help you get them back.
I was ready to go argue it out with my parents right there, but I was stopped by Luke.
MC: What’s wrong?
Luke: There’s no need. I think Dr. Li was right.
Dr. Li was the child psychiatrist who was treating Luke.
MC: Huh? But how? They took away your most important things…
Luke’s expression had been gloomy, but seeing my indignation, Luke couldn’t help but smile.
Luke: I’m already in a new family, so I should say goodbye to Mom and Dad for now and focus on my life in the present. If I stay stuck in the past, it wouldn’t be good for me, or for you and your parents.
MC: Luke…
Maybe because he could feel my concern, Luke deliberately gave a bright smile.
Luke: It’s fine! I know you’re doing this for my sake, I’m happy. You don’t need to worry about those things anymore. Your parents promised to give them to me when I’m an adult. I’m just looking at them a bit later. Besides, some of those things I wouldn’t even understand at this age.
MC: But do you really not want to look at all?
I saw Luke’s stubbornness, and I asked again in dissatisfaction.
Luke: Nope, I don’t want to look right now.
Luke answered resolutely, as if he were trying to convince himself along with me.
Luke: It’s really late. We should sleep, or else your parents will get worried.
MC: Yeah…
[end flashback]
[7:52]
We had grown up in the blink of an eye, and now I could probably understand Luke’s feelings back then. It wasn’t that he didn’t miss his own parents, he was just too responsible, too considerate of others…
Luke: MC, whatcha thinking about?
Luke’s voice woke me from my memories.
MC: Nothing. Is everything tidied up downstairs?
Luke: Yup, everything’s back where it’s supposed to be. How are things here?
MC: It’s alright, he just searched through all the storage boxes.
As I spoke, I pushed the box with Luke’s name written on it towards him, carefully observing his expression.
MC: Do you still remember this box?
Luke looked down at the box with his name written on it, pain flashing in his eyes. Then he nodded as if nothing had happened.
Luke: Of course I remember. Back then, your parents were worried that I’d wallow in grief over my parents’ death, so they put away everything that had to do with them. They promised to give them back to me once I was an adult. Unfortunately, I went to the capitol later and never had the chance.
Luke downplayed what had happened those years as if he was already completely at ease about it, but there was no way that pain in his eyes was just my imagination. I patted the storage box and looked at Luke.
MC: Then this is the perfect chance. Do you want to open it up now?
Luke hand stopped as it was stroking the box, the smile fading from his expression.
Luke: There’s no need. It’s not necessary anymore.
[END PART ONE]
[PART TWO]
#luke pearce#tears of themis#xia yan#tot rosa#tot luke#tot translation#ugh there's so much detail put into the new backgrounds TT#i already talked about rosa being taller than luke but also the photo of the prague astronomical clock in the attic#and their various awards and the science textbook downstairs
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(Updated May 2024)
Now that the prompts have been revealed, I thought of answering some questions some of you might find helpful about the event.
Please make sure to read the Event Info carefully first, as most of your questions will be answered there already. For everything else, check out the F.A.Q under the cut.
Frequently Asked Questions
Is [fill the blank] allowed?
When in doubt:
And how about…?
Yes, that, too. Give total freedom to your creativity, and don't worry about whether it's allowed or not. Most things are okay, barring anything inciting or glorifying harassment, hatred, or discrimination of any kind.
Do I have to post for all 7 days?
Participate as little or much as you like! Just be sure to tag your posts properly (e.g., #tbbaw2024 #warnings #theme (and/or prompts) #medium #more tags). There are no repercussions if you don’t fill prompts for each day.
Can I post early/late?
You could, but I wouldn’t recommend posting early. Since this is an Appreciation Week event, it'd be more fun with everyone doing it at the same time. That being said, I’ll start reblogging works on September 2nd (thinking on the folks living on the other side of the world from me. You know, time zones and all that), but nothing earlier than that.
As for posting late, yes, that's totally fine; I understand that real life gets in the way sometimes. The only thing I ask is that you tag the for the day you should've posted on, not the day you're actually doing it. Example, if you missed Day 2 and are posting it on the Day 4, your tags must include the theme for day 2, NOT Day 4.
So, when should I start posting?
According to your time zone, during the day at the most convenient time for you, starting on September 3rd until the 9th. If you're super eager and can't wait, post when the clock hits midnight every day. Or if you're late, 11:59pm still counts as on time! 🤣
Will you reblog my post?
Yes, I'll reblog everyone's posts during the week. If it passes more than 2-3 days and I haven't reblogged your post, please let me know. If you tag your post properly and mention this blog, it’s less likely that I'll miss it.
However, I'm thinking that I might queue posts if they're too many at a time to drop them in bulk. If I do that, look for a like from @intrepidmare (my main blog), if you have it, that means I saw it and put it on the queue and eventually will be reblogged.
What if I don’t understand how the themes and prompts work?
Send me an ask! I'm happy to clarify it for you. To put it in simple words, you have a theme that it's in and on itself a prompt, which you can (but not necessarily) combine with any of the prompts for that day. However, you can also ignore the theme and go for a specific prompt only. It's up to you. And remember, the prompts are entirely up for interpretation. Don’t take them too literally. Prompts are suggestions, not mandates. You can go by ✨ vibes ✨ alone.
What kind of content can I make? Can it be NSFW?
Yes, that’s why NSFW prompts are included among the others for each day. And if you use the other safer prompts and turn it into something NSFW, that's okay too. In any case, you should tag your work accordingly, so that others participating in the event can curate their experience and be safe. HERE is a non-comprehensive list of tags you should use if they apply to your work.
Can I combine TBBAW prompts with other creation challenges?
Absolutely! If you have a bingo card to fill or another event to complete, go for it. That’s like shooting two mynocks with one bolt, using one of Crosshair's reflective disks!
Can I upload/repost my TBBAW content to other social media platforms?
Of course! You can post your own content wherever you like. Additionally, I’ve created an AO3 Collection to archive any work posted there. It can be accessed here. (It's closed right now, but I'll open it in due time)
If any of the prompts fits well for an existing fic/art I am currently working on, can I use it?
If you are actively working on this fic/art at the moment with the Appreciation Week prompts in mind, yes. In the case of using a work retroactively (meaning: already published and complete), then please, don’t. You can, however, add new chapters/pages/panels using one or more of the prompts.
If I’m not comfortable with this or that day’s prompts, can I use a prompt from a different day as a substitute and still count?
No, you can’t exchange prompts from different days (as in exchanging Day 3 prompts for Day 5 prompts). You can simply use the alt prompt (which can be used just once), or skip the original prompt, or come up with yours. Like I said, the prompts are only a suggestion.
Where can I post my work?
Post where and how you want. You don’t have to cross-post it to Tumblr. Just keep in mind, if it’s not on Tumblr, I won't be able to add it to the blog archive. You can post a just link to anywhere else you've posted if you don't want to put the entire work in your blog.
Do I have to finish a fic I started? Can I post a work in progress?
Yes, you can post WIPs. And you’re not obligated to finish it. It'd make me happy that this event prompt you to create something longer. Let's appreciate the Bad Batch all year around!
Is co-creating allowed?
Yes, absolutely! Encouraged, even. Not just the usual writer-artist or co-writing collaborations, also any kind of medium combos: fic-podfic, fic-playlist, art-art, etc.
Do I have to create 7 standalone pieces, or can I make one continuous story?
Do whatever you want. One continuous story is fine. The challenge is to create something for 7 prompts. If that’s spread over 7 fics/art pieces/etc. or just one with 7 chapters/panels/parts, it's up to you.
Is there a min/max limit on word count?
None. If you want to write a 100-word drabble or a 50k fic or anything in between for each day, it's all up to you. You're the only one who knows how much time you can dedicate to it and how high/low your level of inspiration/energy is. You can even write a snippet for a fic you'll write later when you have the time/energy. Remember that this is lay-back-type of an event. Do as little or much as you want/can.
Can I combine prompts? Is there a limit on how many?
No limit, and you can combine as many prompts for a specific day as you like. If you want to use them all, do it.
If you want to use all the prompts individually, there's also the option to create several pieces for a single day. It depends on you, your time, and your motivation. This counts too if you do works in different mediums, e.g., write a fic and do art for it (or for a different prompt).
Can I start working on the prompts before September 3rd?
Of course! That’s the idea of posting the prompts so early. I know how difficult it can be to create something in “real time”, without mentioning real life complications, so feel free to start creating as soon as now!! You'll have 2 whole months to work on your pieces.
How do I tag triggers?
Just tag the word/phrase, e.g., blood; main character death. (DO NOT add "tw" either at the beginning or the end. That makes it harder for readers to block the right tags). Here it's the list of the most common warning tags you should use when appropriate.
Also, it would be prudent to add warnings in the body of the post, giving the readers another layer of protection before they do the actual reading.
Do I have to use your tags guidelines?
I'd appreciate it if you did. If you follow the guide I gave you in the tags post here, it'd make it easier for me to keep track of who posted on a determined day, and for anyone else to find and/or avoid the content of a specific tag.
Can we @ you?
Yes, please DO! I think it's the safest way for me not to miss your posts. I'll also be following the #tbbaw2024 tag, just for good measure.
Is there anything we are absolutely not allowed to write?
As I said before, anything goes, EXCEPT anything inciting or glorifying harassment, hatred, and discrimination of any kind against anything or anyone. THAT WON'T BE TOLERATED. For anything else, please make sure to properly tag your trigger warnings. And keep in mind Tumblr’s policies if you are posting it here (or the policies for whatever other site you use).
Can I cross post on other blogs?
Yes, sure. That's fine. You can also post different works to different accounts under different names, without posting them everywhere at once.
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If you got another question that you didn't find the answer to here, please, send an ask through the inbox, and I'll do my best to clarify your doubts.
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Last Dance?
Summary: When your boyfriend doesn't take enough care of himself, the inevitable happens at the end of one of ATEEZ’s concerts.
Pairing: bf!Yunho x fem!reader
Word Count: 1282
Warnings: angst, injury, blood
[ AN: This was just an idea that ran through my head and was intended as oneshot. Well, here is part two: Dancing Forever. Read with caution please. <3 RE-UPLOAD from my old blog @justsomedreaming]
© by bethelighthalazia. Do not repost, copy or translate. Unless stated otherwise, those works are mine and born from my own ideas. I don't have any claim on the mentioned real existing Idols whatsoever.
The day of the concert began horribly already with you waking up to Yunho´s empty side of the bed. You know that he didn't sleep, since his side is cold and there is no dent in his pillow. He usually is not as nervous, but the night before, he already had struggled to fall asleep at all. With a sigh, you sit up in bed, sending Mingi a text, asking if he knows where your boyfriend is. Soon, your phone rings and seeing the caller id, you pick up.
“Hey Y/Nnie, Yunho is here, what’s up? He said he woke up early and wanted to let you sleep in.” Mingi said before you even could start speaking, a frown etched onto your features when you stay quiet. This silence was enough for Mingi to realize that his best friend seemingly had lied to him about that. “He wasn't home at all, right?” “Hmh, I'm worried…I think he's overworking, but he won't listen when I ask him to take breaks.” You answered him quietly, worried about your boyfriend. Hearing a shuffling through the phone, you soon realize that Mingi must have stopped Yunho from dancing and sat him down. ‘I am fine Mingi, just going over this dance again…I was home but slept on the sofa!’ You heard Yunho's voice quietly, swallowing hard and feeling guilty for not trying harder to make him take breaks or sleep. Only a few moments later, Mingi must've picked up his phone, because he said something again. “Don´t worry, he'll take a break now, I promise. See you backstage later?” He asked and you only nodded at first, quickly mumbling an ‘okay’ for him before you hung up.
A few hours later, you arrived at the place of the concert, the security searching you before letting you in, they knew you by now, but always followed protocol strictly, which you were thankful for. Walking down the hallway, you stopped shortly before reaching the open door to their backstage room, hearing Yunho talk to his stylist as it seemed. “I already had dinner, so you can put on my makeup already, thanks. What? Oh, yeah I'm okay, just woke up early today, sorry for that.” Hearing his voice made your heart heavy, knowing that this is the voice he uses when he's hiding something. Taking a deep breath to calm down, you then stepped into the room, quickly being greeted by the boys, Wooyoung wanting to hug you, but you duck away from them with a chuckle. Their energy never bothered you, you really closed these boys in your heart. “Stop! You all, sit,” You said, putting on a scolding look and, to your surprise, they actually followed your order, except for Yunho, who already had been sitting in his makeup chair. Giving your boyfriend a short look, you frown but then turned back to the boys, revealing a box with nine donuts, one for each of the boys and one for you, all in their favorite flavors.
After they almost ripped the box from your hands, you secured the ones for you and Yunho and walked over, deciding that it had no use to scold him. A smile on your face, you kissed the top of his head and held out the donut for him. “Hey Yuyu, here I was able to save this from the boys for you,” you chimed quietly, taking a bite of your own while he did take his donut from your hand. “Thanks jagi. Sorry for leaving early this morning…” You shook your head, signaling him that he doesn't have to apologize, you knew how hard the boys always work for their concerts, so you gave up on scolding them a long time ago now. “It's okay, you forgot your keys though. I will leave you now, so your stylist can do her job, she´s already staring daggers at me,” you joked, which made Yunho smile, giggle quietly even, before he nodded and kissed you gently. “Don´t worry, I´ll protect you from her.”
The moment Yunho turned back to the mirror, Mingi called you to him, asking for help with something, but when you sat down on the couch next to him, you frowned. “Okay, either you want my attention, or you should go to the gym, because opening this bottle is something you also can do alone, Mings.” You said, but he laid an arm around your shoulder and smiled, making you think this might be more an act for Yunho than anything. “He looks like shit lately, Y/nnie…what´s up?” He asked and with a little sigh, you leaned your head against his shoulder, talking quietly. This exchange is nothing new for the others, they know how close you and Mingi were from the beginning, he's like a big brother to you. “I don´t know, Mings…he doesn't talk to me. It's been like this for weeks now. He ate less, didn't get much sleep and sometimes didn't even come home from practice.” You explained, letting out a deep sigh. You didn't know why your boyfriend had been so distant lately, not only to you, but also the others. “Did something happen between you guys? Or…maybe something on twitter or such stuff?” Your head tilted backwards to look up at Mingi with a confused expression, but he couldn't really answer this either. Yunho didn't tell any of the boys anything, they assumed he´d be okay. “Maybe it's the stress? This is the last concert before our vacation, maybe he is just stressed.” The taller one tried to reassure you, but the worry just doesn't go away. After a bit, it was time for the boys to go on stage and you headed to your spot in the VIP area, near the backstage exit of course. ATINY knew that you and Yunho were a couple and they welcomed you happily.
The concert went well, the boys rocked the stage like they always do and you kept cheering for them, your eyes never leaving Yunho though. You could see that his movements became more and more sloppy, as if he's losing his usual energy throughout the performances, which is not like him. No matter how long it is, Yunho never falters in his dancing, but today? It was worrying. After the last song, they stood there for the ending fairy and you already noticed that he seemed somewhat out of it, his eyes half shut and his breathing seemed staggered.
Before they all left the stage, you already got up to hurry backstage, but then you saw it in the corner of your eyes. While the boys were walking down the little stairs, Yunho seemed to stumble, but a sudden shout let you look properly.
Time seemed to slow down, a heavy lump in your throat when your feet moved on their own. You saw him falter in his steps before he suddenly dropped like a puppet whose strings got cut. The others didn't realize at first what was happening since he was the last to leave stage, only when Yunho´s arm fell against San who walked in front of him, they noticed that your boyfriend passed out and fell down those steps, hitting his head on the edge of the stage in the process. The last thing you saw was a bleeding wound before your sight was blocked by staff and the other members of ATEEZ.
“Yunho!” You screamed when you tried to reach them, some security men holding you back while Mingi and San carried Yunho backstage to a room and Seonghwa rushed to you, pulling you into his arms to keep you from following them, panic on everyone's faces.
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#ateez fanfiction#ateez imagines#ateez#ateez fanfic#ateez x reader#ateez angst#jeong yunho#kat writes <3
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I was unsure whether to post this or not since so many people are (rightly) blocking TOH tags to avoid spoilers. However, compared to Insta and YouTube (which I’m leaning towards uploading this to after FtF releases), there still seems to be a considerable amount of activity on Tumblr, and so you guys get this early!
Genuinely heed the warnings. I can’t tell whether I over exaggerated the spookiness of the last frame or didn’t enunciate it enough, so yeah, just be careful if that sort of thing makes you uncomfortable.
The song I used is Below the Surface by Griffinilla. I was a FNaF kid and am still rather into the series. This video was inspired by FNaF, though isn’t necessarily an AU (Though it may or may not have inspired me to start brainstorming one).
Reblogs and shares are ALWAYS appreciated, reposting (even with credit and especially on other cites) NEVER is.
Below are a few individual frames!
#the owl house#toh#the owl house hunter#hunter toh#hunter noceda#toh hunter#luz the human#the owl house luz#luz noceda#the owl house belos#emperor belos#phillip wittebane#horror#fnaf#the owl house fanart#toh fanart#fanart#digital art#pmv
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