#(not something bad btw! i love that they did this!)

[kiwriteswords]

I was listening to Diet Pepsi by Addison Rae (it gives me so much Hotch vibes for some reason??? I love it) and I thought it would be the perfect occasion to make a request for your Thirsty Thursday 👀 I don't have much idea but I guess something in the car, maybe a younger reader so we have a lovely age gap and maybe something that goes with the lyrics "I write my name with lipstick on your chest I leave a mark so you know I'm the best" (don't need to be the name writing of course ahah but I love the idea of lipstick stains on his chest)

You're the absolute best and congrats on your 2k btw!! you deserve thousand more 🫶

Fog up the windows in the parking lot [Aaron Hotchner x Age-Gap!Reader] **

Ki2k Masterlist||MainMasterlist (not updated, sorry!)|| Ao3||Word Count: 3k|| AN: Hii! Thank you so much for this request--I still can't believe I was listening to this song when you sent this, haha. Great minds think alike!! I hope you like this (I can't write smut to save my life, but here i am doing a smut day.)

Tags/Warnings: female reader, porn without plot honestly, smut, mdni, unprotected sex, car sex, I am bad at writing smut sorry, horny hotch, sorta brat tamer hotch, age gap, you're hotch's controversially young gf, not specified if reader is BAU (so up to your imagination).

Summary: The one where Aaron Hotchner realizes he goes weak in the knees when he sees how tight his much younger girlfriend's jeans are.

Hotch couldn't help himself today, and it was all because of those jeans you decided to wear. Each time you bent over to grab something off the lower shelves at the grocery store, his heart skipped a beat, his mind filled with thoughts that had no place in the brightly lit aisles of their local market. You were oblivious to the effect you were having on him, focused on checking items off the grocery list, your hips swaying naturally as you moved down the aisles.

It wasn’t just the bending or the swaying; it was every little thing you did. Each time you reached up to grab something from a higher shelf, the way your back arched slightly, Hotch felt a pull deep inside him, a stirring of feelings he hadn't expected to be so strong.

When you both loaded the groceries into the car and then reached into the backseat to grab your purse, your jeans hugging you perfectly, Hotch found his eyes lingering. He was usually more composed than this, more in control, but today, those jeans had him teetering on the edge.

Driving home, he kept stealing glances your way, each look like adding fuel to a fire he was struggling to contain. Finally, he spoke, his voice low and tinged with a hint of warning and desire mingled together. "You have no idea what those jeans are doing to me," he confessed, trying to keep his focus on the road but failing miserably.

You turned to look at him, a mischievous sparkle in your eye, fully aware now of the turmoil you were causing. His words, so out of character for the usually stoic and controlled man, only brought a playful smile to your lips.

Hotch knew he was treading uncharted waters, not just with his emotions but with how openly he was expressing them. Despite the teasing from the team, who noticed how much younger you were, and their offhand jokes about him being like a lovestruck teenager, it didn't matter. You brought out a side of him he never knew existed. A side that felt alive, vibrant, and yes, even a bit reckless.

You sighed, looking in your purse for something beside Hotch in the passenger seat. He then all about lost it when you unbuckled your seat belt in the passenger seat and twisted to the back. Your ass was now level with his head, practically drawing him in. He had to keep his eyes on the road--but god dammit. 

The car shifted slightly as he adjusted his grip on the steering wheel, his knuckles whitening from the tension. "You're doing this on purpose now," he muttered under his breath, his voice laced with a mix of exasperation and barely contained desire.

Playing coy, you didn't respond immediately. Instead, you found your lipstick and settled back into your seat, taking your time to apply it carefully, glancing at him to gauge his reaction. His eyes flicked, catching yours, and you saw a flash of something intense in his gaze.

Hotch stepped on the gas a bit harder than necessary, the slight surge forward a clear indication of his growing impatience and agitation. You couldn’t help but smile at his reaction, teasing him further. "You know, you're really sexy when you're all hot and bothered," you pointed out, your tone playful yet sincere.

The remark seemed to hit a nerve, and Hotch took a deep breath, trying to refocus his attention on the road. But it was clear you had effectively distracted him, his mind racing with thoughts he usually kept well under wraps. This side of Hotch, the one that struggled between his composed exterior and the mounting desire you elicited, intrigued you. It was a side of him that came out rarely, and you relished the moments when you could draw it out, loving the way he looked at you when he thought you weren't watching.

You leaned back in your seat, a mischievous glint in your eye, and teased him, "I have a good idea."

Hotch's response was immediate and a little strained, his voice tight as he focused on the road. "The only idea I have right now is getting home and taking a cold shower." He was half-joking, but the undertone of his voice betrayed his growing frustration and need.

You laughed lightly, enjoying the effect you had on him, but decided to push the envelope a little further. "You know," you started casually as if the thought had just occurred to you, "I've always wanted to have sex in the car."

Hotch paused at that, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed, his throat suddenly dry. He glanced at you briefly, his expression a mix of surprise and contemplation. The rational side of him kicked in almost immediately, listing several reasons why that was not a good idea—safety, legality, the potential for discomfort. But before he could voice any of those thoughts, he felt your hand on his thigh.

Your fingers started caressing him, inching dangerously close to his groin. Each touch sent a jolt through him, scattering his thoughts and straining his control. His grip on the steering wheel tightened again, and he drew in a sharp breath, trying to concentrate on the road while battling the surge of desire your bold move had ignited.

He half sighed, half groaned your name, his voice strained as he tried to concentrate on the road. "That's not—"

But he didn't finish his sentence. The sensation of your fingers, the way you leaned closer to him, your breath on his neck as you whispered just how much you wanted this—all of it was overwhelming. Hotch gripped the steering wheel even tighter, the car speeding along as he battled the surge of desire that you sparked with your daring touch.

He took a deep breath, trying to regain some semblance of control, but the more he thought about your suggestion, the more appealing it seemed. Here he was, a man always in control, always calculated, yet at this moment, driven to the edge by the simple act of your hand on his leg.

"We should... we should at least pull over," he finally conceded, his voice a mix of reluctance and desire, realizing that resisting you completely was a battle he might not want to win today. As he scanned for a secluded spot to park, the thrill of the impending escapade with you sent a jolt of anticipation through him. 

Hotch pulled the car over, the tires crunching softly on the gravel as he turned off into a secluded spot shielded by trees. Without a word, he reached over the console, his movements deliberate, and captured your lips in a rough, hungry kiss. You moaned into his mouth, your lipstick leaving a taste of cherries against his lips, igniting a fire within him that he hadn't allowed himself to feel in years.

His hands roamed over your body with a sense of urgency and ownership, finally reaching across the console to trace down your legs to those tight jeans that had been torturing him all day. His touch sent shivers up your spine, and you pulled back breathless, meeting his gaze which had darkened with raw desire.

"You’re gonna need to help me peel these off," you suggested with a playful yet sultry tone, motioning towards the backseat, "Maybe back there would be better?"

The idea sent a thrill through Hotch, the tightness in his own jeans growing at the thought. His brain buzzed with a cascade of 'what ifs' — what if we get caught? What if someone sees? Yet, the logical side of him was quickly overridden by the sheer desire to be closer to you, to explore this daring side of your relationship.

Hotch's decision was made the moment you suggested moving to the backseat, but as he surveyed the space, he realized there was enough room if he pushed the driver's seat all the way back. The SUV, similar to the one he drove for the FBI, was spacious, but even then, the two of you fit just barely.

You began to wiggle out of your jeans in the passenger seat, and Hotch reached for his belt with urgency. Typically, your intimate moments were full of foreplay, and you both took your time, savoring each other. But today was different—there was a sense of rush, an urgency in the air as he pulled himself from his jeans, his eyes never leaving you.

"Come here," he said in a low, commanding tone that sent a shiver down your spine. It was a direct, uncharacteristically blunt invitation, but it carried all the intensity of your mutual desire. He adjusted himself, making space for you, anticipation etching every line of his face as he awaited you to straddle his lap.

Your eyes went from his to his hand as he began stroking himself with a semi-achingly slow pace that made your eyes widen. He watched you slide your panties down your legs, kicking them to the floor of the car with your jeans and shoes.

The rush, the spontaneity—it all contributed to a thrilling urgency neither of you could deny. As you moved towards him, leaving the constraints of your jeans behind, the tight confines of the SUV seemed to close in, enveloping you both in a private world where only your intertwined desires mattered.

You slid from the passenger seat, the fabric of the car seats whispering beneath you as you maneuvered yourself toward Hotch. The confined space of the SUV made every movement more deliberate, more charged with an electrifying tension. Your heart raced as you reached him; his eyes locked onto yours with an intensity that mirrored the pounding of your pulse.

Carefully, you straddled him, positioning yourself over his lap. Hotch's hands immediately found your hips, his grip firm and sure, anchoring you securely against him. The close quarters of the SUV enveloped you both, creating a cocoon of intimacy that amplified each breath, each subtle shift in movement.

His hand moved from your hip to between your legs, spreading you and finding the wetness that waited for him there. He groaned, feeling it; he threw his head back, opening his neck for you to nip at and kiss. You began unbuttoning his button-up, glad he went without the tie today and just the button-up and jeans--a casual look you loved. 

You reached between the two of you and positioned him before swiftly sinking down with a shared groan filling the walls between the two of you. You felt the pads of his fingertips grip your hips again as you began to rock into him, subconsciously clenching around him. 

His hands caressed the curve of your ass, guiding your hips to rock against him. The way he pressed you so firmly down against his hips had the right amount of pressure on your clit, causing you to roll your eyes in pleasure. 

His hands spread up your sides on your still-clothed top. Through your shirt, he grabbed at your breasts roughly before returning to your ass. 

Hotch got a little rougher, meeting your hips rand ocking against his with a thrust beneath you. You could feel him deep within you. Caught in your throat was a moan, but the pleasure was too immense--too good. 

“You have no idea what you were doing to me today in those jeans,” Hotch panted, his lips finding the crook between your shoulder and your neck as he began to meet you thrust for thrust--so deep, so good--so much. 

“Oh,” You squeaked, “I have an idea.” You laughed, breathlessly. 

“Fucking,” Thrust, “Brat.” The sound of your hips smacking. Your thighs sweaty now against him, and your wetness now audible. 

“You love it,” You breathed, your lips going down to his chest now, kissing him and leaving marks of your lips from your lipstick, stained across his chest. 

“Yes,” He thrusted again, sharper now, but the rhythm beginning to falter. “You better hurry up and come,” he said breathlessly. You clenched around him with a glint in your eyes, “I’m serious.” 

Reaching between the two of you, you began working your clit with a circular rhythm that was old faithful in any situation. Hotch’s eyes squeezed shut then open, continuing to meet you. There was a found tempo from the way your fingers circled your clit and the way his hips met yours.

You felt the coil begin to tighten as your orgasm approached. Your thighs began to shake and you threw your head back. Hotch’s fingers bruising your hips continued with each deep thrust. Over and over and over. Just right. 

You came with a gasp, which was then covered by Hotch’s lips kissing you. His hips beginning to lose control as his own orgasm left him. You felt him empty within you, only adding to the sensitivity you felt deep within you. His hips stuttered against you, resting, but your thighs still shaking against him. As if to hold you into place, his hand rested at the small of your back, settleing you. 

A groan left his lips into your mouth, and the two of you slowed with lethargy. As the intensity of the moment ebbed, Hotch's hands gently caressed your skin, soothing and tender in their touch. The two of you were left sweaty and breathless, the aftermath of your passion palpable in the close, humid air of the SUV. His hands moved slowly, tracing patterns across your back and shoulders, each stroke helping to ground you both as you came down from your highs.

The small space of the car, which just moments ago had felt electrifying and exhilarating, now seemed overly warm and confining. As you both caught your breath, the reality of the situation gently settled in—a mixture of amusement and affection hanging between you.

"We definitely need a shower," Hotch murmured, a slight grin playing on his lips as he acknowledged the state both of you were in. The thought of continuing this intimacy in the shower brought a soft smile to your face.

"And maybe a detail for the car," you added, laughing softly, the sound mixing with the faint hum of the idling engine. The humor of the situation wasn't lost on you, and Hotch's responding chuckle told you he felt the same.

"So, I take it you liked the jeans?" you asked, a playful note in your voice.

Hotch glanced at you, a smirk playing on his lips. His eyes held a glint of mischief mixed with undeniable affection. "I loved them," he admitted, his voice low and enticing. "But for the sake of productivity, maybe never wear them again around me if we actually want to get anything done."

His witty response made you laugh, the sound light and carefree. It was moments like these that deepened your connection, mixing playful banter with the intense chemistry you shared. 

Your fingers trace the outline of your lips marked all along his neck and chest from the now-smeared lipstick you had applied moments before. A mischievous smile spread across your face as you pointed them out. "You know, this might be my favorite look on you now," you said, the playful tone in your voice tinged with a hint of satisfaction.

Hotch raised his eyebrows, a slight blush coloring his cheeks as he reached up to feel the marks, his fingers brushing over the spots you indicated. The corners of his mouth turned up in a smile, appreciative of your boldness and the memory of the moments that led to such disarray.

"Is that so?" he replied, his voice laced with humor and a warmth that reached his eyes. "I suppose it's a good thing we're heading home then. I might need to wear it more often if it gets that kind of approval."

As you watched the fading lipstick marks on his skin, you leaned closer, a teasing gleam in your eyes. "I like marking what's mine," you murmured, tracing a finger lightly over one of the marks, emphasizing your words.

Hotch looked at you, his expression softening into one of deep affection, the playful retort ready on his lips turning into something far more tender. "Sweetheart, you don't need marks to know I am," he replied, his voice gentle yet firm, filled with a sincerity that warmed you through.

You kissed him tenderly there before he patted your bare hip. You smiled against his lips, knowing the two of you had to leave this little intimate cocoon now. “I know, I know,” you sighed against his lips before whimpering, slowly moving off of him, trying not to make an entire mess of his already dirtied car. Hotch groaned, feeling you leave his lap. 

Despite the age gap between you, something about being with you made Hotch feel as though he was losing his innocence all over again; each moment tinged with a freshness and excitement that he hadn’t realized he’d been missing. It was a rediscovery, a rejuvenation of spirit in the best way possible, with every laugh, touch, and shared secret making him feel both wonderfully vulnerable and profoundly alive.

He sure hoped you wore those jeans again. 

[ineffectualdemon]

Ok I should have been more specific

Rather then it being that I don't know how to respond to praise it's more I cannot respond to praise

I appreciate and am extremely thankful for the kind comments I get on fics but even the thought of responding directly to an individual comment makes me shutdown

I will leave authors note thanking people in general for the comments but responding to each ones makes me freeze up and go into panic mode

I won't go into why because it deeply personal and traumatic

I do, in fact, have something deeply wrong with me that makes praise hard to take even as I desperately need it. Writing fanfic and getting nice comments is actually helping with that and I have screenshots of many such comments to help me on bad days

But actually responding to those lovely comments fills me with a deep deep fear and I cannot shake it

I wish it was as simple as saying thank you

I really really do.

This isn't to fight with you btw. It's my bad that I worded my original tags incorrectly. But also your tags did come off as kinda condescending

i have general questions about comments on fics. Is it customary for authors to answer comments? Some never do, is that because they want their comment count to remain true? I find it confusing how there can be such a big difference. Is it different in different fandoms maybe?

Hi! Thanks for asking!

Some do and some don’t, it really varies from person-to-person!

[yeosangmaybe]

Hiiiiii! Here’s the next one to my movie night with your bestie series. I hope you like. Follow and like for more!

Btw I’m open to requests! I’m thinking of doing some text message posts, too. Let me know what you think :P

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Genre: female reader x bestfriend!hongjoong, mutual pining,

Warnings: mention of food, roasting, hongjoong is allergic to reading the room, drama, kithing idk what else

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Part 1

The sun was just starting to set. Pink and yellow hues cascaded across the sky, gentle striations of white surround the descending sun. The air was oddly still for a February evening, like even the earth waited on bated breath for tonight’s events.

But even with the calming scenery, Y/N didn’t believe that walking helped rid her any of her nervous energy like she had intended.

Y/N’s heart was pounding as she made her way to the dorm, the weight of a pending confession pressing against her ribs. She had spent weeks, months really, battling with her feelings for her best friend, Hongjoong. At first, it was easy to ignore, to pretend the butterflies in her stomach were just remnants of excitement from their constant banter, to chalk up the warmth in her chest as simple fondness between friends. But now, it was unbearable. She wanted more. Needed more. And tonight, she was going to tell him despite the fear of rejection looming over her in the back of her mind.

Once Y/N arrived at the front door, she took a deep breath before knocking. There was hardly a need to wait before the door swung open to reveal her bestie.

All Hongjoong could think when he saw Y/N was she looked beautiful. Her hair was down and in its natural state. Her face was bare, only the slightest flush colored her cheeks due to the cool air. Her outfit was just a simple pair of black leggings and black university sweatshirt. She still managed to make his chest hurt with her natural beauty.

“There you are,” Hongjoong greeted her with a grin, stepping aside to let her in. “I was starting to think you’d ditched me for another movie buddy.”

Y/N scoffed, trying to push down the way her heart skipped at the sight of him. He looked cozy in sweats and a hoodie, his hair slightly tousled, eyes crinkling with amusement. “Please, no one’s got a better setup than you.”

And she wasn’t exaggerating. The room was dimly lit, a projector casting a soft glow against the wall opposite his bed. It displayed the paused opening scene of some romcom about best friends falling in love. The scent of something faintly woodsy from the candles he lit lingered in the air, and his nightstand was stocked with their usual snacks.

As if that wasn’t enough, Hongjoong reappeared from the kitchen with her favorite takeout, holding the bag up triumphantly.

Y/N let out a laugh, but it was shaky. “You’re ridiculous, you know that?”

“Ridiculously thoughtful?” He teased, wiggling his eyebrows before plopping onto the bed, patting the spot beside him. “Come on, let’s get this party started.”

She sat beside him, the confession burning on the tip of her tongue.

Y/N hesitated for a moment before gathering her courage. “I have something to tell you…”

Hongjoong raised an eyebrow. “What is it?”

The way he looked at her, his eyes filled with curiosity, made her stop in her tracks. Was she really ready? Shit, I should’ve waited to say something.

Instead, she quickly hit play. “Um, nothing bad. You’ll see.”

He huffed but let it go, settling into the movie.

He may have seemed fine with waiting, but he wasn’t known for patience and the anticipation of what she’d say was slowly eating away at him. What could be so important that she’d bring it up now, just to make him wait longer? Nothing bad? That could mean anything. Did that barista who always flirted with her finally ask her out? Even worse, did she say yes?

I hope fucking not.

Y/N’s giggle brought him back to the moment, keeping his jealous spiral at bay. He’d just have to wait until after to find out. Which was fine. Totally fine.

As always, they made fun of the cheesy moments, throwing playful jabs at the predictability of the plot. But then, Hongjoong started going in on the female lead.

“Oh my god, again with the pining? Like, just tell him already,” he groaned, shaking his head.

“How is she so bad at flirting? So cringe.”

Y/N’s stomach twisted.

“She’s trying,” she muttered, forcing a chuckle.

Hongjoong snorted. “Yeah, and failing. He hasn’t shown any interest in her at all. There’s no way this guy just wakes up one day and realizes he’s in love with her. It doesn’t work like that.”

Her laughter died in her throat.

Is that how he’d see me if I told him?

Her hands curled into fists under the blanket as he kept going, every word another knife to the gut.

Hongjoong didn’t know why the main character was the focus of his ire. Maybe he was bitter. Maybe the movie just rubbed in his face that Y/N wouldn’t possibly have feelings like that for him. Maybe he was pissed at the fact that he wouldn’t have a happy ending, too. Unfortunately, his jealousy made him blind to Y/N’s discomfort.

By the time the credits rolled, her mind was spiraling, her chest heavy with humiliation. She barely noticed that she hadn’t spoken in a while until Hongjoong nudged her.

“Hey,” he said softly. “You okay?”

Y/N forced a nod, swallowing the lump in her throat. She couldn’t do this. Not now. Not when she already felt like a fool.

“I’m just… tired,” she lied, standing up.

Hongjoong frowned. “Already? It’s still early.”

She shrugged, grabbing her things. “I think I’m just feeling off. I should go.”

“I thought you were staying the night? I already bribed wooyoung to make your favorite breakfast in the morning.” He said with a pout.

Of course he did. Because he was so thoughtful and perfect, it’s practically torture.

“I’m sorry, Hongjoong,” she apologizes while making her way to the door.

“Wait,” He stood, blocking her path. “You said you had something to tell me, remember? What was it?”

Y/N hesitated, fingers tightening around the strap of her bag.

“It’s not important anymore,” she said, barely above a whisper, before slipping past him and out the door.

As she walked away, her chest ached with something worse than rejection.

And Hongjoong?

He stood frozen in the middle of his room, confusion twisting in his gut, a nagging feeling settling in his bones.

He had missed something. Something big.

Part 2

Hongjoong sat on the dorm’s couch, his leg bouncing anxiously as he scrolled through his messages with Y/N. The last real conversation they had was from two weeks ago. Every other attempt since had been met with dry, dismissive replies.

“Hey, wanna grab food?”

Busy.

“Wanna come over? We can play something.”

Not feeling it tonight.

He had even sent a dumb meme the other day, something he knew would’ve had her sending back a string of laughing emojis. Instead, all he got was:

lol

It was killing him.

They had never gone this long without hanging out, without even talking. Not having her around felt like he was missing a limb. His patience was thinner(if that was even possible), his energy was shot, and the other members of Ateez had definitely noticed.

That’s how he found himself being sat down for an intervention.

“Alright, spill,” Seonghwa said, arms crossed. “What did you do?”

Hongjoong scoffed. “What- why do you just assume I did something?”

Mingi raised an eyebrow. “Because Y/N hasn’t been around in 2 weeks, and you’ve been a pain in the ass ever since.”

Hongjoong groaned, running a hand through his hair. “I don’t know what I did. That’s the problem.”

“Go back,” Yunho prompted. “What happened the last time you two hung out?”

So he did. He told them everything, how he had set up the movie night, how Y/N seemed normal at first, how they laughed and made fun of the movie like usual. But then, when he started joking about the girl, Y/N had gone quiet. Then, by the end of the movie, she was gone.

As soon as he finished, the room was dead silent.

Then, Wooyoung snorted. “Wow. You’re an idiot.”

“Excuse me?”

San sighed dramatically, shaking his head. “Dude… it’s so obvious.”

“What’s obvious?” Hongjoong asked, exasperated.

Jongho looked at him like he was particularly slow. “She’s in love with you.”

Hongjoong’s brain short-circuited. “What?”

“You roasted that girl in the movie for pining after her best friend,” Yeosang pointed out. “If Y/N has feelings for you, how do you think that made her feel?”

It hit him all at once.

The way she had stiffened beside him. The way her laughter had died. How she left without telling him what she had planned to say.

The realization made his stomach drop.

“Oh my god,” he muttered, feeling sick. “I- I didn’t know.”

“That’s because you’re a dumbass,” Seonghwa huffed, then softened a little. “But you didn’t mean to hurt her. That’s why you need to fix it.”

Hongjoong swallowed, nodding. He wasn’t about to lose Y/N over his own obliviousness.

As he sat with the members, brainstorming ways to make it up to her, his phone buzzed.

His heart leapt when he saw her name, until he read the message.

Y/N: Hey, I’m sorry for being dry. You’re quite literally the most important person in my life and it’s not fair of me to leave you hanging like this. After our movie night, I came to realize some hard truths. And although it hurts so fucking much for me to do this, I have to. I can’t be friends with you anymore, Kim Hongjoong. I think it’s best we go our separate ways.

His hands tightened around the phone.

No.

No, no, no.

Not like this.

He shot up from the couch so fast it startled everyone.

“Where are you going?” Seonghwa asked.

“To fix this,” Hongjoong said, grabbing his keys.

He wasn’t going to let her go.

Not when hadn’t even got the chance to have her in the first place.

Part 3

Hongjoong’s heart was pounding, but his legs carried him forward before his mind could catch up. He wasn’t thinking anymore. He was moving, desperate, fueled by sheer panic.

He couldn’t let Y/N slip away.

His hands tightened around the steering wheel as he sped toward her apartment. The thought of losing her, of never seeing her smile at him the way she always did, of never hearing her laugh at his dumb jokes, was unbearable.

By the time he reached her building, he didn’t even bother parking properly. He jumped out of the car, his feet hitting the pavement hard as he sprinted to her door. His heart felt like it was going to burst out of his chest, but none of it mattered.

He pounded on the door.

“Y/N!” His voice was desperate.

Nothing.

He knocked again, harder this time. “Y/N, open the door. Please.”

Still nothing.

Fuck this.

Hongjoong ran a hand through his hair, chest heaving. He couldn’t lose her. He wouldn’t. If she wouldn’t open the door, he’d stand here all night.

Just as he was about to knock again, the door cracked open.

Y/N stood there, her face unreadable, eyes red-rimmed like she’d been crying. The sight of her like this, hurt because of him, made something inside him break.

“Why are you here?” she asked quietly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Hongjoong stepped forward, the lump in his throat growing. “I can’t let you do this.”

She swallowed, gripping the edge of the door like it was the only thing keeping her upright. “You don’t get to decide that.”

“I know,” he admitted, his voice raw. “But please, just let me say what I need to say. And if you still want me to go after that, I will.”

Y/N hesitated, her fingers tightening around the door, but after a long pause, she stepped back, letting him in.

Hongjoong released a shaky breath as he walked inside, his mind racing to find the right words. He turned to face her, hands clenched at his sides.

“I was an idiot,” he started. “That night, I- I didn’t know. I didn’t realize what I was saying, what I was doing. And I hurt you.”

She crossed her arms over her chest, her expression unreadable. “You didn’t mean to.”

“But I still did,” he pressed. “And I hate myself for it.”

Silence stretched between them.

Hongjoong took a step closer. “I can’t lose you, Y/N. I won’t.”

Her breath hitched, and he could see the tears welling up in her eyes again. “Hongjoong…”

“I don’t just want to be your best friend,” he blurted out, his chest aching. “I don’t think I ever have. I was too scared to admit it, too blind to see what was right in front of me.”

Her lips parted, but she didn’t speak. Couldn’t speak.

Hongjoong exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. “That night, when I was making fun of the movie? I think I was just bitter. Because I thought I’d never get to have something like that. I thought I’d never get to have you.”

Tears slipped down her cheeks, and his stomach twisted.

He took another step forward, his voice softer now. “But I do, don’t I?”

She bit her lip, her shoulders trembling. “You-“

“I love you,” he said, the words breaking free from his chest like they’d been waiting to escape for years.

A small sob left her lips.

“I love you, Y/N. And I am so, so sorry that it took me this long to realize it.” His voice wavered. “But if you still want me, if you can forgive me, I swear to you, I won’t waste another second.”

Y/N sucked in a sharp breath. And for a moment, Hongjoong thought this was it, that he had lost her.

But then, suddenly, she was in his arms.

Her fingers clutched at his hoodie as she buried her face in his chest, her body trembling against his.

Hongjoong wrapped his arms around her without hesitation, holding her tightly, as if she might disappear if he let go. “I’m so sorry,” he whispered into her hair. “I’m sorry for being an idiot. I’m sorry for hurting you.”

She sniffled against him. “You are an idiot.”

A watery laugh left his lips. “I know.”

Y/N pulled back just enough to look up at him, her eyes glassy but warm. “I love you, too. But you’re dumbass.”

Hongjoong let out a breath he didn’t realize he had been holding.

“So I’ve been told.” He said, thinking about the intervention earlier.

And then, before he could second-guess himself, he cupped her face and kissed her.

It was soft at first, hesitant, like he was afraid she might change her mind. But when she kissed him back, when her hands fisted in the fabric of his hoodie to pull him closer, Hongjoong knew, he wasn’t losing her.

He never would.

[cobrakai84]

If you have not seen the last 5 episodes you might want scroll cause you know spoilers

Where do I even begin I honestly don’t know , I feel bad that Robby lost to Axel and got hurt I love Miguel but it would’ve been nice to see Robby win a fight. (ps I loved the Johnny Robby scene in the locker room when Johnny hugs Robby and yes “I love you man”

Johnny and Carmen getting married was sweet and the the fact that Bobby officiated www awesome (Take my breath away on violin was a nice touch) I loved “Daddy Johnny” btw

All the flashbacks with Johnny and Miguel and their talk in the parking lot at the dojo in 6x14) 😭😭😭😭 , I just wish we had gotten an I love you from Johnny to Miguel and a final scene in the finale with them and Johnny and Robby too

Billy slayed the scene where he told Kreese how he felt … I’m not sure how I feel about the Kreese redemption thought

Something I don’t get if Johnnys mom died before Robby was born and he was born in 02 , why did here tombstone say she died in 07 (I feel like that was an oversight)

I have mixed feelings on the Demetri going to caltech with Hawk (and why would he have to change his area code isn’t Pasadena a suburb of Los Angeles?) Part of wishes he had gone to MIT

The 90s child in me “was so excited ” to see Elizabeth Berkeley as moons mom (IFYKYK) that reminds me gen z and gen alpha go look up Jessie Spano I’m so excited)

Finally the end tag scene (before the final credits in the finale where Johnny and Daniel are at the restraunt (and 2 of the big 3 making the cameo) and Johnny teaching again at cobra Kai 😭😭😭😭

Now all I want to do is sleep and maybe later watch watch some scenes I loved and then blast eve 6-here’s to the night (a song from like 2001 but I feel like it’s fits this fandom perfectly)

Edited to add *in SpongeBob dude voice* 10 ish hours later (because stuff I forgot)

I didnt really like how the dojos separated once again

not really a hate but so Kreese and Terry blow up on the boat and no one wonders where they’re at

I liked Tory’s speech to the Larussos Robby’s I love you to tory and Miguel and Sam’s final with their spirit animal (sorry but what happens with Tory and Robby after that brand gig dries up , you seriously think they will do that 20 years from now m)Ps: I got the Johnny dojo scene at the end mixed up with the Johnny/daniel restaurant scene mixed up I thought that all happened in one scene

And Rosa yelling kick his ass Miggy 😂😂😂

[inkskinned]

having good & true friends will literally save and protect you in a million unfathomable ways. like okay we have written so many times about lovers. but the way a platonic friend laughs and cries with you. the way they hold your hand at 14 years old and at 34. the way they keep a little silver tie to you, touching base over and over and over. how you can go years without talking, only to re-meet and discover: oh shit! you're still cool!

there are people who have been in my life for more than half of it, and i have loved every version of them. do you know how fucking beautiful that is. yeah love will save the world. but the way friends love you is gonna save the you.

[sergle]

man, you know, nobody asked me, but I have such conflicting opinions on some of the fat falin art, where on one hand: it's always nice to see A Fat Body in fanart anywhere + it's being done in positive ways, for funsies and on the other hand, there is something so familiar about how you are automatically The Fat One if you are a woman simply standing next to a more petite woman, bc I've had a 0% hitrate in seeing people change Marcille's body type and keep Falin's, or change both of them. it's just Falin

[beanghostprincess]

Okay, so I haven't watched all of FMAB yet, but I love how Ed is so fucking oblivious. He got a gorgeous girl, way smarter than him and out of everybody's league, who plays with the cord of the telephone when they speak together because she's down bad and laughs softly when he talks. And he's like "yeah, yeah, well, I am glad you're alive haha I thought they were going to brutally fucking murder you today. So that's a relief. Bye, super best friend in the world" and hangs up like the moron he is. But not only that, because well, they can't see each other so I get he doesn't notice the crush in Winry's voice, BUT LING?????? Dude has been with that prince inside a guy's stomach and has carried him around and cooked him his boot and yelled at him for giving up because he can't leave somebody as ambitious as him there without accomplishing what he wants, and then he says some gay bullshit like "Ling is still in there" after looking at Greed's eyes ONCE. One thing is not realizing a girl is crushing on you but Oh my God Edward for fuck's sake get a clue and realize you like men-

[sweetieviktor]

jealous! sevika x bartender! reader (headcanons + tiny scenarios)

summary: while working at the bar, a guy is being inconvenient. luckily, a jealous sevika takes care of him.

content warning: slightly spoilers of season 1, arc 2 and 3, the guy is harassing reader (it is not sooo explicit but if you dont feel comfortable with this dont read it, please!!), little violence (just a punch) and a bit of blood. be warned, be safe!

author notes: i loved doing this request and, as my first one, i hope this is good. btw here is almost 4am and i haven't slept yet (i promised myself that i would write something on the weekend and i did it yey), so there may be a lot of typos and things like that but i can't think properly now, so yep i will post it as it is now, no proof read, no nothing. wish you guys like it!

» in the late night hours, the last drop was more agitated than ever. in every corner there were people talking, smoking, playing and drinking the drinks you made and poured in their cups again and again.

» working in such a crowded place was like hell, specially today, it looked like all of the lanes came to the bar at the same time. but you were well paid, you couldn't complain much, well, not now that a guy was just about to tip you.

“hey, pretty thing,” the weird man waved his hand to get your attention, smiling creepily at you when he finally got it, “would you get me one more of these?” he raised his glass mid air to make his point clearer “i can pay you well...”

» you knew the risks of his proposal, but money is money, and so is job, and you needed it bad now, things in the lanes never were this difficult, but since the enforces forced their troops in, making money was even harder.

» so you did as you were asked. picked up the bottle from behind the counter, walked to his side and poured in the glass a dose of the liquor. he placed a few more coins than the drinks price on the table and you smiled politely, picking them up.

» in between cards, a certain someone was already watching you from afar, waiting to step in if the man tried to do something that could possibly harm you. she was silco's right-hand, a regular at the lost drop and nothing more. just another sometimes flirty customer, but unlike him, she was respectful with you.

» when you turned your body so you could put the bottle back to its place, the man called you. again. and now she was on full alert, almost forgetting about the cards game she was playing.

“pretty thing, you forgot something! you still haven't told me your name, right? i want to know you... better.” the way he was eyeing you, your body, was making you sick and all you wanted to do was to punch him now, and sadly you couldn't.

but someone could. and she did.

even before you registered what was happening, the tall woman was already at your side, almost shielding you from the man's view, burning eyes looking directly at his soul. “if you ever come here again, i swear to you, the chances of you being alive are zero, you understood?”

“b-but ma'am i did nothing!” his nose was bleeding almost comically, but she still kept her composure, holding the man's face in place, so she could punch him again if needed.

“i've asked you if you understood!” she slammed down her mechanical hand on the table, raising it again, her voice full of rage.

“yes, ma'am!” she released him, and he runned away from the bar, shrinking and muttering “sorry's” at you both again and again.

“and you better never try to talk with them like that.” she shouted so he could still hear her words, jealousy dripping in every one of those. when she looked down on you, your pretty eyes were already shining while you looked up at her.

“thanks. for defending me.” you offered her a little smile, a genuine one, and she offered her hand, which you gladly shaked.

“no need to thanks. name's sevika.” she said, displaying a smirk on her so pretty lips.

“sevika... a beautiful name for an even more beautiful lady.”

» you didn't know her well, and neither did she, but maybe this could be a start of something.

[nibbelraz]

if sqh has god powers still its entirely accidental. something he previously never explored in writing and never thought about but 'has an answer to'. one day one of the an ding kids is reading smth and they ask him about it cause shizun knows a lot of random stuff! and hes like hm oh yeah the thousand petal flower of adoration can also be cured by exposure to sunlight ahah its like a sunflower. of course no one wants to read about *sunbathing* though so- ah dont mind his ramblings. the words in the book change. well. ok guess we should ask him about more things. see what they can subtly change themselves via shizuns weird word powers (esp as they're the ones who are probably exposed to it the most as the sect pack mules). qingfang is still super fucking pissed. THOSE BOOKS CHANGED A F T E R HIS EDUCATION-

IM OBSESSED WITH THE IDEA HE'S JUST ACCIDENTALLY CHANGING SHIT THAT WAS ALREADY FILLED IN BY THE SYSTEM. Because we'll he's the original God before the system took over so technically if he decides what something is officially the world has to go by God's words right?

I'm also crying at the fact he has NO idea this is happening and that the disciples have figured this out first, but they not only don't tell him, they go see how far they can get away with it.

I feel like this is gonna end with Shen Qingqiu finding out because he would definitely learn more stuff about the world first and then realizing certain things have been changed when he KNEW IT WASN'T

The potential tho for Mu Qingfang to be death staring down Shang Qinghua to change how certain things are cured, but they were there in the original text, so...those are a bit harder to change then when they were autofulled by the system- and then Qingqiu and Qingfang beat him

[evermoredeluxe]

“We acknowledge the Wurundjeri Woi-wurrung people as the Traditional Owners on whose Country we are situated.

We recognise and respect the cultural heritage of Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander peoples and pay our respect to their Elders past, present and future. We extend that respect to all Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander peoples who also visit the MCG tonight.”

- Acknowledgement for the indigenous people of Australia before the show in Melbourne in Melbourne Cricket Ground (February 16, 2024) (x)

[cryptii-co]

oh my god i just remembered gabriel & v1 being the king and queen chess pieces in the credits section IEUWYAHWUGHWHYAGRUWHAGFHJUGHAHWJHANAH

[vimbry-moved]

jumping off the back of the post about genres of song lyrics, another thing about tmbg's lyrics in particular is that even when they write about pleasant themes, they still manage to frequently do so through a sinister lens:

the experience of having children and looking after them:

a nice little nightlight protecting a child muses on the shortcomings it would have outside its assigned responsibility:

fantasising about getting high in the park with your crush:

[spaciebabie]

see i absolutely despise jimmy (and curly) as a character(s) but as a literary freak i can appreciate the way hes used as a story device with his relationship to curly. i could type this more eloquently but currently ive had a glass of champagne and i havent drank in like 6 months so my tolerance is low so forgive my writing but. jimmy cannibalizing curly. yeah.

theres multiple messages here, theres the message that jimmy is doing what curly (assumedly) did to get into his position and, employing another metaphor, taking the "dog eat dog world" saying to heart. and literally. devouring his competition. or maybe curly didnt do that. and thats what jimmy thinks curly did and so he aims to do the same. choose whichever one you like more they're both interesting storywise.

theres the message where jimmy "consumes" curly in some twisted expression of love. devouring curly so that he remains a part of him, an expression that he is the gold star captain and something to aspire to. admiration for something he'll never be and so he chooses to consume him in order to potentially absorb some of his skill or become more like him.

and then there is curly sitting there helplessly being devoured. its something he has no say in, not something that he chose to happen to him, its something hes become swept up in. he becomes devoured by jimmy in the literal sense of cannibalism, but also in the sense that he became so absorbed in his friendship w/jimmy he ignored his wrongdoings and ultimately led to anya's assault as well as the death of the whole crew.

curly and jimmy intertwined so that one is always consumed by the other. curly in a literal sense, jimmy in a more psychological one. i mean like its really quite crazy they did the "im consumed with thoughts about this guy and want to be him so i must literally consume him" thing quite well. when examining mouthwashing's narrative you find new things to admire every time. each little story element has a place in creating a wonderfully complex and heartbreaking story. its very well done and honestly something to aspire to from the perspective of someone who enjoys studying/writing literature.

all of this is to say i think that there should be more art of jimmy covered in blood and engaging in this cannibalism like the stupid little leech he is

[lyn-ne]

kohane you can’t say that

[lorallldgua]

old Ghiaccio art

I love him w all my heart btw, but hear me out, there is almost no merch w him in Ukraine/with shipping to Ukraine 😔

[florshedworf]

mehhh i’ll come back to this later once i rewatch madoka in full but for the most part i don’t really agree withthis anymore kbye

i get homura had her reasons Absolutely like i Get it girl but also her wish is inherently selfish. like i understand “homura did nothing wrong” when comparing to fuckass kyubey but. come on

bear with me this is long

“I want to meet Kaname-san over again. I don't want to be the girl that is always protected. I want to be someone who can protect her!” (from episode 10)

and when i quote this i’m not saying “see!!! what a selfish asshole!!” you can see her reasoning! she no longer wants to be the damsel in distress! but in doing that she puts herself in a position in which she thereby forever sees madoka as a victim she needs to protect. as that is now Quite Literally her duty.

edit: i made another post and i Thought i put this point here oops but homura simultaneously idolizes and victimizes madoka. again, we see this in her wish, she wants to protect madoka because of her deep love for her but at the same time sees her only as a damsel needing protecting

so when madoka chooses her own fate, her own wish, THANKS TO HOMURA!!!, homura is distraught because this was not her ideal of what “saving” madoka looked like. she was supposed to be the one to save her, but she failed.

but the thing is SHE DIDN’T!!! thanks to homura, madoka was first warned about the dangers of making a contract, stalling it enough to see first hand what it does to magical girls, and taking that information to not only preventing her town but quite possible the world from being destroyed, and removed the incubators ability to feed off of witches.

and Not Only That, but homura was Going to see her again. we see this in rebellion. madoka apologies to her for making homura wait so long and it is implied that she was going to join her and the others.

but her very wish states that it is her responsibility to protect madoka. madoka can’t save her, but she can save madoka.

but in doing that she takes away madoka’s wish, what she wants for herself, and instead homura puts her own ideals of what she thinks madoka wants

anyways this is my ted talk. forgive me 🙏