#I haven’t watched it in forever I need it now

[jjenthusee]

Racing Hearts Pt. 5

Pairing: F1!Driver!JasonTodd x Reporter!Reader

A/N: sorry for the late late late update 😭 i was having so much problems with trying to enjoy this series again that I felt that if i rushed it it would ruin the series for not just me but a lot of people. Thank you for all the patience and i hope u enjoy this much needed chapter. ENJOY and flowers for all of u 😫💐 like if you’re comfortable and please tell me your thoughts as the story continues <3

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Jason finally had time to check his phone. He removed any miscellaneous notifications he forgot to silent before getting to the track this morning, but he was checking for a familiar name and icon.

It was like a little surge was invading his bones. He couldn’t help smiling at your conversations, it was like he was back to a teenager nervously trying to talk to a crush, but he didn’t have a lot of experience with those.

The times he rarely did have a fling, he kept it private, left it before it could be a scandal that he would be chewed out for.

But this.

This was new. He knew it was different when he was trying to get any attempt to still make sure you were fine with being with him.

What really made his stomach churn was when he couldn’t bring you to the airport to see him off. It felt wrong to leave your place without you behind him, leaving you to kiss only him goodbye, but not asking to follow him to the airport.

He tried to brush off the feeling the entire flight, but he couldn’t squish the thought that he wanted you here. That other than a quick romance, he could talk to you about his personal life, and he was fighting to throw you on the next plane so you could watch him race.

Maybe a dramatic kiss after he won would be nice. But, that was too cliché.

While deep in his thoughts, Roy tried to peak over Jason’s shoulder, trying to see what he was looking at, but it was not smart to try that on such a tall man. All he could manage to see was an open browser with plane flights.

“You tryna leave me here by myself?” Roy calmly asked, keeping his eyes down at the phone.

Jason frowned, not surprised at the nosey man.

“You get a little friend and now you want to leave me?” Roy feigned tears, placing his hands gently onto Jason’s shoulders. “If you must, then go! I can get us a championship. I can handle that for us.”

Jason sighed, closing his phone.

“Shouldn’t you be watching Lian? Why are you bothering me and what are you talking about?” He asked.

“Lian’s always with the crew, she’s more interested in the buttons than behind the wheel—don’t try to distract me, I’m not stupid, Jaybird. I knew you were a two timer.” Roy pointed an accusing finger into Jason’s face. “I saw that interview and I know that look in your eyes. I even commented on that video.”

“Uh, huh.” Jason ignored him and walked away, this time looking back at his phone to try to type, not reacting to Roy’s antics.

“I’m surprised your brothers haven’t bothered you about it. Dick’s gonna be jealous when I tell him you’re trying to get a flight back for love.” Roy aimlessly followed Jason, adjusting the cap on his head as he playfully wiggled his brows.

“That dickwad is probably too busy hiding behind a badge for that. He needs to find better things to do than bother me.” Jason stopped pacing, looking back at the red hair tail that can’t seem to get off him. “And you need to watch your daughter and also stop bothering me.”

“That’s what I’m here for.” Roy sung. “Just me and you on this track forever, plus Lian, never leaving each other while we embrace—with Lian, of course.” He opened his arms for a hug.

Jason gave Roy an impassive look, not bothered to even give him an expression.

Still with open arms and a smile on his face, Roy waited before a small voice shouted out.

“JayJay! JayJay!” Lian’s small shout catches Roy’s attention.

“My Lian!” Roy reached out to grab his daughter walking with one of the crew members, finally relieving them from their babysitting duty. “No Jaybird today, Lian, he’s trying to run away.” He cooed happily to his daughter as she laughed, large noise cancelling headphones were bouncing around her neck and a bright smile spread on her face as he booped her nose.

“I’m not—the flight isn’t for me.” Jason sighed, not willing to look at Roy fully in the eyes.

Roy’s eyes widened as he heard the admission. A small silence lingered.

Lian broke the pause by reaching out for Jason. She made small grabby hands before he immediately gave in to grab her underneath her arms, settling on his chest.

She whispered a small “JayJay” before laying her head down, exhausted from an hour of playing while Roy and Jason were busy racing in the practice sessions.

While Jason patted Lian’s back soothingly, Roy watched as the two most important people in his life were embracing. It brought a smile to his face.

“I’m happy for you, Jaybird.”

It was all that was said between the two as Lian closed her eyes, but Jason felt content. He was given support.

—

“I’m never afraid of the track, it’s the fastest you can ever be on the ground and I wanna be the best.” Jason spoke to the interviewer on your TV screen, the Australian sun surrounding his face.

“How important is this race for you?” The off-screen voice asked Jason.

“Every race is important. I’ve gotten RedBull multiple wins these past couple years and I want to add another one. I feel better than I’ve ever have.”

You sat on your couch, dinner in your lap, watching your partner on screen wave goodbye, giving one final dazzling smile while taking off to his car.

He looked like he was in his element, a kind of happiness that only sprouted in him from Formula 1. A kind of motivation used for racing.

“Welcome to another race of the Formula One World Championship. What a great weekend to continue a new season.” The introduction boomed from your TV, setting up the Sunday excitement, ready to end another race weekend.

Ding. Ding. Your phone notifications rung next to you as you took a bite of your dinner.

You: I told you to hold a peace sign to the camera, now you owe me dinner

(Handsome) Mr. Todd: *thumbs down your message*

You laugh at your phone screen.

You: Loser

(Handsome) Mr. Todd: *thumbs down your message*

You: Send me a picture of you in your gear

As you wait for the reply, your TV catches your attention. A driver you’ve never seen before now standing in front of the microphone.

“Todd? How is that guy a threat? He just hides behind the RedBull emblem, but he’s nothing but another racer.” The raspy voice sent a chill through you.

“Jason Todd is a back-to-back four-time World Champion, do you plan on breaking that streak?” The interviewer pressed on.

“Ha! Like that’s hard, did you see how he crashed his vehicle last year? Bet he wouldn’t want that happening again, huh?” The man’s voice twisted something in you.

Formula 1 did have it’s competitive moments, but how was someone like this rude man competing?

Ding.

(Handsome) Mr. Todd: please I am more than my body

Despite Jason’s words, a flattering picture of him came in. A good look at his hands and body in the RedBull uniform. Gosh, you missed him.

You saved the photo with a smile on your face. A new lock screen.

You: don’t injure that pretty face of yours <3

“Thank you for the interview, good luck on your race.” The interviewer finished up, stepping in front of the camera to replace the rude driver.

You glanced up to get one final look at the screen, watching the rude racer walk away, expecting him to get bombarded with another interviewer and a brand new set of cameras, but he walked in a different direction, away from the crowd.

You were confused at the racer breaking the long chain of interviews happening on race day.

At the very edge of the camera, you could see the racer joining another man, adorned in a suit, turning his head sideways, but you couldn’t recognize who that was.

You whipped out your laptop. Maybe you missed an upcoming rookie the last year or there must’ve been a change you missed in the racing industry.

Your mind buzzed remembering the blurry man putting his arm around the rookie racer before your ringtone shouted at you.

Life is a Highway started to play as Jason’s contact picture brightened on the screen, a nice side view picture of his smiling face when you took him out for dinner.

You quickly picked up.

“Hey Jay! How’s Australia?” You gleefully asked, contrasting glancing back and forth to the TV screen and your laptop before the camera changed to the racetrack, no longer seeing the mysterious men.

“It’s fun when Roy isn’t talking his ass off.” Jason’s voice faded as he yelled at Roy to back off from him. “I gotta race soon, but I just wanted to hear ya before I had to leave. God, I miss you.”

Your breath hitched hearing Jason be so direct. You tried to reason with yourself that it was from the adrenaline before the race, but it made you feel like you were floating off the couch.

“I miss you too. Maybe when you have a chance to get back here, we can go out to eat like we normally do.” You suggested, a little more brightness in your voice.

You watched the compilation of Jason’s previous races playing on the screen. You saw him zooming down the narrow lanes at horrifying speeds as you heard him softly speak to you through your phone.

“I wanna fly you out here before then. I mean, I’ll be down for Vegas, but that’s too long. I gotta get you down here next to me.” Jason’s voice smoothly went in and out of your ears.

Your felt yourself reddening at his delightful words to you.

“I’ll see what I can do about work leave, but maybe i’ll take a couple sick days?” You spoke to Jason, happiness surging through you. “I would really love to fly out there.”

A loud engine roared through your phone, cutting off Jason’s voice briefly.

“Shit, sorry about that, I gotta go. I lo—” Jason hesitated before he was about to end the call, following up by several louder engines revving, overshadowing his voice despite how close he was to the phone. “I, uh, I’ll call you later.”

“Stay safe, Jay.”

“Wouldn’t want it any other way.”

Beep.

The call clicked to end. No longer hearing the bustle around Jason as he was inching closer to his race.

Your heart beat rapidly in your ears as you continued to hold your phone in your hand despite the call ending moments ago.

You can’t assume.

There are numerous words that start with that sound. Maybe it was a mistake?

—

“What the fuck, Roy?” Jason yelled over Roy revving his engine multiple times. “I was almost done—will you stop—Roy!”

Roy lifted his foot, no longer making the obnoxious noise.

“Get your helmet on, we gotta go. If you win, then you can talk on the phone all ya want.” Roy was ready to pull onto the track. “Unless you want to stay on the phone and I can win this for us?”

Roy laughed as he sped off.

Jason sighed in disbelief as he walked back to get make sure the final checks on his car were done.

Roy was the only one who could compete with him on the track, so maybe his words weren’t just to instigate him.

He needed to focus because he wanted to see you and win while you were with him.

Jason put on his helmet, getting any last-minute safety precautions checked before he got the signal to drive out.

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Don’t Wait For Me After I’m Gone (pt. 2)

silco x gn!reader - he didn’t die AU - tw: canon compliant violence, drug use - 18+

howdy!!! reposted and edited again! I’m having trouble with all of the links so sorry they’re not super functional right now. But anyways, I MISS MY WIFE TAILS!!

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The screaming was the worst part. You had been posted outside of The Doctor’s underground laboratory cave for three hours now, under the orders not to enter unless you wanted to be sedated until the procedure was over.

When the Scientist arrived at the factory, he had started work immediately. The bullets nimbly extracted and quickly stitched, his hand feebly squeezing your own when he could. You had pressed kisses to his damp temples and pushed hair out of his face, back into his rumpled style. He’d even notice sometimes but it was clear he was in agony.

“It is good you kept that with you,” The Doctor nodded his head towards the injector lying cracked on the floor towards the far wall. You had thrown it off as soon as it had emptied, “He would have been unreachable if you had not administered the medicinal serum. It gave him just enough to hold on.”

“So, he’s going to be okay?” You asked, trying to give that little flame of hope in your chest something to fuel itself.

“He will survive, yes. Survival at least.” the bandaged man replied cryptically before returning his full attention to Silco, “I suggest making plans to move him to safety. Your opponents will be hunting for you soon if they haven’t started already.” He’d put a hand on your shoulder, “I know where they will not find you.”

Shortly afterwards, you had sprinted all the way back to The Last Drop. Exhausted and shaking, you’d only managed a stammering, “Silco. He’s- the warehouse…” before promptly passing out into Ran’s arms. You’d woken up in your bed, apparently you had only been out about 20 minutes.

Now, here you stood, arms crossed and leaning against a rough stone wall. Your nails dug into your skin, trying to center yourself. You couldn’t leave, not when he was in pain. Jinx had been permitted in. Whatever had transpired between Jinx and The Doctor had created a new trust. You had wanted to protest but when Jinx set Silco down on the examination table and sat quietly in a chair in the corner, her eyes not moving from Silco, you had surrendered. Jinx needed to know her father wasn’t going to be one more thing to haunt her. You could keep watch this time.

Sevika was elsewhere getting her arm fixed once again, and keeping all of the intelligence open for signs of what had been happening in Piltover. She’d headed back to The Drop. Running Zaun directly or alone had never been something you wanted. Especially now, with the love of your life still in danger of being lost forever, and your child being the cause on top of whatever had been done to her-

There came another string of rambles, ranging from terror to agony to anger. Occasionally you would hear The Doctor muttering. You could feel the wave of emotions settle between your shoulders, winding up the muscles like snakes tensing to bite. You needed a distraction.

Threats were going to be coming from all sides. Jinx had officially crossed the carefully toed line of impertinent interference that Silco had perfected. You didn’t know what the aftermath of the missile had been, and it didn’t take a genius to guess. A part of you didn’t care. Fuck the Topsiders for needing to be brought to the battlefield. Still, you couldn’t ignore the stiffness setting in your arms and neck, your hands clenched into fists as tears began to resurface.

Another moan of pain, this one low and mournful… your name again. You covered your ears and tried to fight the urge to bust through the door.

Fuck it. You’d rather be sedated then hear one more second of this without being able to help. Hands flew to the door handle of their own accord, but were met with the empty air as the door opened first.

Jinx’s pink eyes bore into your own, flat, “Doc say you can come in. Apparently he’s though the worst. Dad’ll- be okay.” She sounded completely drained.

You gathered Jinx in a tight hug, wanting to offer any sort of comfort you could, “He’s going to understand. We’ve been so worried about you, Blue.”

“I killed him.” She mumbled into your shoulder, “I almost-”

“But you didn’t,” you pulled back to look in her eyes, your hands pushing her bangs off of her forehead to finally get a good look. She was so pale now, worse than before, almost spectral. Her freckles and dark makeup only making her appear more sickly, she was smeared with dirt and blood and crusted tears. Her eyes weren’t glowing anymore, but their pale blue had been consumed by the eery magenta of Shimmer. “He knows how much you’re struggling. He isn’t dead. It was an accident. He knows that.”

Jinx didn’t look convinced, only lifting your arms off of her and pushing past into the fissures beyond, “I just need to be alone.“ She turned before she crossed behind the faint lantern glow, “You know where to find me,” and then she was gone.

You waited, letting the compulsion to run after her and comfort her dissolve for a later time. If anything would be able to get through to Jinx it would be Silco himself. In order for him to get the chance, however, you needed to make sure Silco would stay alive. Jinx was smart, and knew when and how to lay low. She would be alright for a few hours. With a deep breath and you headed into the attached cavern.

“Doctor, Is he-“ your gaze mimed fixated on the disheveled and miserable man strapped to the gurney. At the sound of your voice Silco’s eyes landed on you, relief washing over his expression the moment he processed what he was seeing. “Thank Jannah, Sil,” you sighed, stepping and crossing the space. Your hand fell into his, fitting perfectly into his palm, warm and alive and responsive. With a smile you took your free hand and pushed the strands of charcoal and ash hair out of his face, “Hey there, handsome.” You beamed.

The once bright orange iris, now matching his daughter’s pink hue, was scanning along your features, relief washing over the face you had come to love more than you had ever thought possible. His pale blue eye was just as intently looking at you, but his eyelid hung heavy with exhaustion, “What’s a creature like you,” his voice was strained and low, rumbling out of his chest more than his throat, “doing in a place like this?”

Your mind played the first time he had said that to you as you grinned, “That line is still too cheesy to work.”

“Better than the look you gave me when I said it then.” He hummed as your hand moved from his hair to brush his cheek, “Did I ever tell you it was Jinx’s idea?”

“To try and hit on me after saving my life or?” You laughed lightly.

“To tell you,” he wheezed for a second as a flare of purple raced up his skin and into his damaged iris, “ah, how pretty you looked.” You pressed a kiss to his cheek and the pain seemed to become just a little less.

“So you settled on calling me a creature?” You scoffed teasingly.

“Is now the time for such, frivolous things?” The Doctor’s tone was annoyed as he cut in. He started undoing the straps holding Silco down, and he motioned for you to help him.

You looked at the scientist with one brow raised as Silco sighed, “I’ve nearly died today. It makes a man think about things… differently,” his gaze didn’t move from your face, like he was studying it for the first time. You were used to his staring habit, but this felt different. Maybe it was the drugs, “so beautiful,” he muttered so low, he probably hadn’t even noticed he’d said it.

“Shut up, old man,” you smiled, “Save your breath.”

The Doctor moved to your side of the table, batting you away as he began to unstrap his arm and head. Which was only fair since you hadn’t even started to undo the buckle. Your hand slipped away from Silco’s and you immediately missed the feeling. The anxiety that boiled in your stomach was vicious and your skin seemed to itch with the need to continue to make sure Silco was truly alive and real, on the mend and going to survive. Once the kingpin was free, the Doctor took his pulse, then gently helped him rise to a sitting position. His face contorted with the pain but eased as he breathed through it. At last, Doc looked towards you and nodded, giving his permission, you could fully take in your paramour.

Silco’s left arm was protectively hugged around his bandage wrapped torso, his smoldering eye still pulsing pink as was it’s seafoam counterpart. His hair was haphazard and his makeup smeared away long ago, the ashen skin of his scar visible in large smudges. You wrapped your arms around him as gently as you could manage, still causing him to hiss ever so slightly. His heartbeat thumped away under your ear, protected in his rib cage, fast and a little irregular. His smell was tainted with blood and sweat but it was still him. His free arm pulled you closer, his nose resting on top of your head. Together you breathed. Just for a moment that to you, felt like the exact eternity you needed to find your voice.

“Don’t ever scare me like that again.”

He chuckled deep in his chest, “I promise to try and not make it a habit, my lovely.”

You only burrowed further into his arms in reply. Your home was here. Safely by Silco’s side, in his arms, breathing and basking in the gift of having more time. Just as the tension had begun to ease from your shoulders Silco spoke again, “Where is Jinx? Is she alright?”

You met his gaze, “She’s… upset. She didn’t mean to kill you. I think she’s headed back to her lab. I wanted to go with her but…”

“But you needed to make sure I would be alright first.” He gently finished and ran a hand through your hair, “Thank you for saving me. Now we’re officially even.” He let his fingertips stroke your cheek, “We need to get to Jinx. I need to tell her I forgive her.”

“You won’t be able to walk on your own yet, old friend.” The Doctor spoke up again from his desk across the room, apparently he had returned to his more important projects, “Your body is still processing the serum. You don’t have your daughter’s vitality.”

Silco frowned over at the old scientist, “I think I can manage. And anyways,” he looked down at you, “I won’t be alone.”

You nodded, and stepped out of his embrace to help him down and onto his feet. As he touched the stone floor however, his legs seemed to buckle and he fell onto you heavily with a grunt of pain. You caught him and let him get his grip on the edge of the gurney. His teeth grinding as he pulled himself upwards, “Sil? Are you-?”

“It’s fine.” The ever stubborn Eye of Zaun commanded. The Doctor and you shared a quick look.

You knew he was lying but he had more pressing concerns than his own comfort at the moment, “Can you?” he gestured vaguely around himself. Asking for help was still not something he was completely comfortable with, but you knew what he meant.

You shifted around him, so one of your arms was around his midsection, the other was holding his hand as his own arm swept over your shoulders. Jinx’s Lab and The Last Drop were a bit of a walk away. The Doctor, grumbling all the while, retrieved a cane from some depths of his caverns and gave you what doses Silco might need if he took a sudden turn. With measured steps you began to lead Silco to the door. Just before you crossed the threshold, Silco tugged and stopped, “Thank you, Doctor. My family owes you a great debt.”

A stiff and matter of fact “Iknow.” was the only reply he received.

Silco pressed a kiss to your temple and together you set off.

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SWAN LAKE ⋆. 𐙚 ˚

( reader x park sunghoon )

IN WHICH: every night, at 2am, park sunghoon meets his dream girl by a swan lake, and she’s always there for him.

BTW: omg why is this man so whimsical and angelic, i haven’t been able to write anything good 4 jw cause of hoon.

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the sky stretched wide and endless, an ocean of soft lavender and indigo. the air was warm, and the grass beneath unghoon’s feet felt like a gentle whisper against his skin as he walked.

his movements were slow, almost as if he weren’t quite in control, as if something beyond him was guiding him forward, leading him to this place.

a flower field. the wild blooms — delicate petals of pale pink, lavender, and white — seemed to sway in rhythm with the breeze, a soft lullaby in the air.

sunghoon didn’t know how he got here, but he never really did. he never asked questions when he found himself in this world. there was no need. it was as though this place had always been waiting for him.

he walked without thinking, his feet moving of their own accord, pulling him gently toward the lake in the distance. the trees around the lake swayed like silent guardians, their leaves shimmering under the soft moonlight.

and there you were — by the water's edge.

you crouched down on the soft grass, your presence serene and otherworldly. a handful of crumbs scattered gently around you, and swans glided, their pure white feathers almost glowing against the silvery surface of the water. the scene was peaceful, suspended in time, like something from a forgotten dream.

sunghoon stopped at the edge of the lake, his gaze drawn to you, mesmerized by the way the moonlight seemed to caress your face, as if the night itself had chosen you. your skin seemed to shimmer faintly, as though you were made of light itself.

every night, you were here. and every night, he found himself returning to you, though he had no memory of how or why. still, he knew you were the one constant in this world, the one thing that made everything else feel right.

sunghoon stepped closer, careful not to disturb the calm. his heart beat just a little faster.

"you’re here," he murmured, his voice barely a whisper, unsure if it was meant for you or for himself. you turned toward him, throwing him a smile, soft and knowing, like you had been expecting him all along.

"i’m always here," you replied, your voice like a breeze, light and comforting. you didn't stand, didn't move to greet him, but your presence alone was enough. always enough.

you let your gaze linger on him with warmth, as though you could see into his soul, into the places he kept hidden, untouched.

the swans, serene and majestic, circled around her, gliding effortlessly on the glassy surface of the lake. for a moment, everything around you seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you and the gentle rustle of the night.

sunghoon felt an ache in his chest, an unfamiliar pull. he wanted to say something, to ask, but the words felt fragile, too heavy to speak aloud. instead, he just watched you, the way the soft light danced around the dream, the way you seemed to belong here, as though this place and the stillness of the world were woven into your very being.

you caught his gaze again, a glimmer of something deeper in that bright color of your eyes eyes. "you don’t have to ask me again sunghoon," you said softly. "i will always be here, for you."

and somehow, in the quiet, he understood. he understood that this place was your place, the lake and the swans and the soft flowers that whispered in the breeze.

he wanted to stay, to hold onto this moment forever, but the pull of the world beyond this dream was strong, and he knew — without knowing how — that the night would end. but for now, in the stillness, he was content to simply be with you.

the swans dipped their heads into the water, and the soft ripples mirrored the quiet, unspoken connection between them.

your voice broke the silence again, soft and tender. "it’s almost time, but you’ll come back to me, won’t you?"

he nodded, a quiet promise forming in his chest. "always."

and with that, the dream began to shift, the world around them starting to fade. but he held onto the image of you, your smile, your calm, like a lifeline in the sea of uncertainty. as the soft hum of his alarm and the light of a new day claimed him once more, he knew he would return.

he always did.

the morning passed in a blur. sunghoon went through his usual routine — shower, breakfast, the mundane tasks that set the tone for the day.

though his mind kept drifting back to you. it was hard not to, even though he knew you wouldn’t be there, not in the world he walked through every day. yet, there was something about this routine that always made him search for you, like an echo he couldn’t shake.

as he sat in his lecture, eyes scanning the room, he found himself looking for you in the faces around him. every glance seemed to pull at him, a quiet ache in his chest when he couldn’t find what he was looking for.

sometimes, when he was lost in thought, he’d find himself staring at someone, expecting to see you in their eyes, hoping maybe this time, the person sitting next to him would be you.

but of course, they never were. and he always felt the disappointment settle like a weight on his chest. no one ever looked quite like you.

he was so lost in his thoughts that he barely noticed when the professor called an end to class, his voice snapping him out of the trance he hadn’t even realized he’d slipped into.

as the room began to clear out, and sunghoon quickly gathered his things, his mind still on you, on the lake, on the feeling of your presence that stayed with him even in the waking world.

without thinking, he made his way to the patio outside, where the small artificial lake sat in the courtyard. it wasn’t as grand as the one in his dreams, but it was enough. the water was calm, the soft murmur of the fountain in the middle of it echoing in the quiet. sunghoon sat on a bench near the edge, gazing out at the lake, lost in his thoughts again.

his heart ached with something he couldn’t name. the feeling of being torn between two worlds, neither one fully real, neither one fully his.

he stayed like that for a few minutes, just breathing, letting the cool air and the distant sounds of campus life wash over him. but the peaceful silence didn’t last long. voices interrupted his solitude — laughter, the shuffle of footsteps.

sunghoon turned slightly, finding heeseung and jungwon approaching him, both of them wearing concerned looks.

"hey," heeseung said, his voice light but with a hint of worry. "we’ve been looking everywhere for you. what’s up? you left class in a hurry."

jungwon mirrored his friend’s expression, tilting his head. "are you okay? you seemed kind of out of it."

sunghoon blinked, momentarily disoriented as he came back to reality. he wasn’t used to his friends seeing him like this, lost in his own head. he gave them a small smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes.

"yeah," he said, his voice a little distant, "i’m fine. just… needed some air."

heeseung raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying it, but he didn’t push. instead, he plopped down next to sunghoon on the bench, nudging him lightly with his shoulder. "you sure? you've been kinda off lately. it’s not like you to zone out in class so much."

jungwon leaned against the railing, arms crossed, looking down at the water. "you’ve been acting weird for a while now," he said, his voice quieter, almost concerned. "is something on your mind?"

sunghoon didn’t answer right away. how could he? how could he explain to them the strange pull he felt, the dream world that was always there, waiting for him? the girl he’d never seen, but always knew, the feeling of her presence that never quite left him, no matter how many hours he spent awake.

instead, he just sighed, running a hand through his hair. "i don’t know," he muttered. "just… thinking about stuff."

"stuff?" heeseung pressed. "like what?"

sunghoon looked out at the lake, unsure how to explain the emptiness he felt, the constant ache he couldn’t quite shake. he wanted to say something — anything — but the words seemed to slip away before they could take form.

"nothing," he finally said, quieter now, his voice almost lost in the soft noise of campus life around them, "just nothing."

his friends exchanged a glance, but they didn’t push him further. instead, jungwon spoke up with a half-smile, trying to lighten the mood. "well, if you’re ever up for talking, you know we’re here."

heeseung and jungwon didn’t linger on the topic for long. after a moment of quiet, heeseung broke the silence, his voice light and teasing.

“by the way,” he said, glancing at sunghoon, “everything’s set for the camping trip next weekend. jake’s been texting you non-stop, asking if you’re coming. he’s worried you won’t show up since you haven’t replied to any of his messages.”

sunghoon blinked, momentarily pulled from his thoughts. camping trip? he’d almost forgotten.

it was something they did every year, a weekend getaway with their friend group — just to unwind, get away from the grind of school or uni, and have some fun. he usually looked forward to it, but this time, the thought felt distant.

“right,” sunghoon murmured, rubbing the back of his neck. “i’ll go.”

heeseung raised an eyebrow. “you sure? we’ve been trying to get you involved in stuff, but you keep slipping away from our fingers. like you’ve been spending your time in something else.”

“i’m fine,” sunghoon said, forcing a small smile. “i’ll be there. tell jake i’ll go.”

jungwon nodded, though he still looked a little skeptical. “alright, if you say so. but we’re going to need you to actually answer his calls this time, okay? no disappearing on your friends.”

“i won’t,” sunghoon replied, though his thoughts were already elsewhere.

"alright, cool," heeseung said, standing up and giving him a playful shove. "you better not bail on us last minute. jake’s already planning the whole thing around you."

sunghoon smiled faintly, standing up as well, though his gaze lingered on the lake a moment longer before he turned to follow his friends. "i promise i won’t," he said, more to himself than anyone else.

heeseung and jungwon headed back toward campus, talking about the trip, their voices fading into the distance. sunghoon walked a few steps behind them, his mind once again wandering. the camping trip was something he’d usually be excited for.

he shook his head, trying to clear the thoughts, and quickened his pace to catch up with his friends. for now, the real world was waiting, and he had to find his way back to it. even if it felt a little more empty than usual.

the dream that night felt different, darker somehow. sunghoon drifted into sleep, but when he closed his eyes, it wasn’t the peaceful dreamscape he was used to. this time, the world was cold. the sky was a heavy shade of gray, and a relentless rain poured down in sheets, soaking everything. the air was thick, suffocating, as if the weight of it was pressing on his chest. nothing felt right.

he stood in the middle of it, feeling his clothes stick to his skin, the wetness seeping through him, but his gaze was locked on the lake in the distance. it was quieter than it should have been. no swans gliding across the water, no soft ripples breaking the surface. just you.

you stood there, alone, at the water’s edge, staring out into the endless, gray horizon. your hair clung to your face, wet strands dripping down your cheeks, and your clothes were soaked through, clinging to your form as if the storm had claimed you. the sight of you, so different from the peaceful, ethereal presence he was used to, twisted something in his gut.

he ran toward you, his heart pounding loudly as he called out. “y/n? what happened? what’s going on?”

you didn’t turn to him right away. you just stood there, staring into the distance, as if you hadn’t even heard him. he could see the tears in your eyes, and the sight of them made his chest tighten in a way he couldn’t explain.

it wasn’t just the storm, the rain, the chaos — it was the look on your face, something he’d never seen before. You were hurting.

finally, you spoke, your voice barely above a whisper, carried away by the wind and rain. “sunghoon,” you said. “i need you to tell me what you feel about me.”

sunghoon froze. his heart skipped a beat. his mouth went dry. he wanted to answer, but the words seemed tangled in his throat, as if saying them might somehow break something. or maybe it was the fear that they wouldn’t change anything at all — that no matter how much he said, the outcome wouldn’t be what he hoped for, because at the end of the day, you were just a fragment of his imagination.

but your eyes were still on him, waiting, expecting.

he took a step closer, unsure of what to do. “i… i don’t know why it matters,” he stammered. “what would it change?”

you didn’t reply at first. you just looked at him, your eyes wide with something he couldn’t read, something deeper than the sadness that clung to you. the wind whipped around him, the rain stinging his skin, but all he could focus on was you.

“you can tell me,” you said again, softer this time. “what is it really?”

sunghoon closed his eyes for a moment, the weight of the question pressing on him. he had always felt it — this deep, almost overwhelming pull toward you, this ache in his chest that was like a constant companion. you were his dream girl, his perfect vision, the one he could never reach. the one who wasn’t real, and yet, somehow, felt more real than anything else.

his mind raced, his heart was a mess of thoughts and feelings, and he wondered if saying it out loud would somehow ruin everything — if confessing the depth of his feelings would make you disappear, like something too fragile to touch.

but the rain kept falling, and the cold seeping into his bones wouldn’t go away. you were still standing there, waiting. so, finally, he whispered the truth, though it felt like it might tear him apart.

“i love you,” he said, the words slipping from his lips in a breathless rush. “i’ve always loved you, since the day i first saw you. you’re everything. and when i’m awake… it’s like you’re still there, calling to me. but you are never there.”

he waited for you to say something, to do something. but instead, you stepped back, your face falling into a quiet sorrow. the storm raged around you, but all he could see was the way you trembled, the way your shoulders shook as if the weight of the world had suddenly settled on you.

his heart broke. no, no, this isn’t how it was supposed to be. why are you crying?

“no, please don’t cry,” he begged, stepping closer, but the space between you felt impossibly wide. “please, don’t. i need you. i need you to stay. why — why are you crying?”

you wiped your eyes, though the tears kept falling, mixing with the rain on your face. “i’m sorry,” you whispered, your voice barely audible above the storm. “i wish i could stay. i know i promised to be here, but i can’t. i’m not real. i can't stay in this world.”

sunghoon felt his chest tighten, the panic starting to rise in his throat. “no, don’t say that. i don’t care. i don’t care if it’s real or not, i just need you to stay. you mean everything to me.”

you shook your head, your lips trembling as you took a step back, the distance growing between you like an invisible wall. “you don’t understand. i can’t stay here. it’s not my dream, it’s yours.”

sunghoon reached for you, desperate, his heart hammering in his chest. “then tell me! if it’s my dream, tell me why i can’t make you stay, what’s wrong, why are you leaving?” he pleaded.

but you only looked at him, your gaze full of sorrow and something else — something he couldn’t name. “you’ll find the answer soon, i can’t be here anymore.”

the words hit him like a blow. “no, please — don’t go.”

you took another step back, your form beginning to blur, the rain washing over you as you faded, like a memory slipping through his fingers. “maybe… when the time is right, you’ll find me again at the swan lake. but now, you have to let me go, sunghoon.”

sunghoon’s breath caught in his throat. “i won’t forget you. i won’t — ”

but then you were gone. the storm, the rain, the lake — it all vanished in an instant. and he was left standing alone, drenched, the emptiness clawing at him. he called out, but there was no answer. no echo. just the hollow silence of the world without you.

sunghoon woke with a jolt, his chest tight and his heart racing, the remnants of the dream lingering in the darkness. he lay there in his bed, staring at the ceiling, unable to shake the feeling that something was slipping through his fingers.

his body restless under the blankets, the room too still, too empty. the darkness felt suffocating, pressing in on him, as if it were mocking him. the world outside was quiet, but inside, his thoughts roared, each one louder than the last, each one circling back to you.

he squeezed his eyes shut, desperate to sleep, desperate to return to that world, to you. but it felt impossible. there was no comfort in the thought of closing his eyes anymore. he couldn’t shake the fear that if he fell asleep, he wouldn’t find you. you wouldn’t be there, waiting for him at the edge of the lake.

his heart clenched at the thought, and he turned over. his body felt heavy, exhausted from the emotional turmoil, but his mind refused to rest.

his hand went to his chest, and for a moment, he let the silence of the room envelop him. maybe it’s just a nightmare he tried to reason, though the thought didn’t sit well with him. maybe that wasn’t dream you, but nightmare you. but even as he thought that, a part of him recoiled. he didn’t want to let go.

he rubbed his eyes, exhausted, but sleep still felt like a cruel joke. he didn’t know how long he laid there, but eventually, he sank deeper into bed, hoping, praying that when he closed his eyes, he would be pulled back to the place where you waited for him.

but no matter how much he wished, no matter how many times he closed his eyes, you didn’t appear. there was no lake, no soft glow of moonlight, no ethereal swans gliding across the water. just darkness. just silence.

he was completely alone.

the next week was a blur for sunghoon. he barely slept, running on nothing but coffee and the remnants of his dreams, which now felt like cruel taunts rather than escapes. he couldn’t shake the emptiness inside him, that gnawing sense that something was missing.

and no matter how hard he tried to focus, to convince himself that he was just tired or stressed, the truth lingered in the back of his mind like a shadow that wouldn’t leave.

his friends noticed, of course. heeseung would throw concerned glances at him, jungwon would nudge him every time he spaced out, but no one knew what was really going on. they didn’t know the world he kept slipping into at night, or how the weight of his unspoken feelings was slowly crushing him.

by the time the camping trip arrived, sunghoon barely felt like he was even present. the drive out to the site, the laughter of his friends, the hustle of setting up tents — it all felt like background noise.

everyone was too caught up in their own excitement, their own energy, to notice how empty he was. how far away his thoughts were from reality.

heeseung, always perceptive, was the first to speak up. “hey, sunghoon,” he called, throwing a glance over his shoulder as he worked on getting the tent pegs in the ground. “could you go grab some wood for the fire. we’ll need it soon.”

sunghoon nodded, too tired to protest. he didn’t care. the physical exertion would be a welcome distraction, something to occupy his hands, to make his body move, instead of just floating through everything like a ghost.

he dragged himself toward the nearby woods, the sounds of his friends fading into the background. the path ahead was shaded and quiet, and as he stumbled through the underbrush, his mind wandered again, tracing the memories of the dream. when will i ever see you again? it was the only thought that filled his mind, over and over, louder than anything else.

he didn’t even notice when his feet began to follow a small trail of flower petals scattered along the path until the first one caught his eye.

he paused, his brow furrowing in confusion. the petals were soft, delicate, each one a perfect, pale shade of white with hints of lavender. they seemed out of place here in the woods, where the earth was muddy and the trees blocked out the sky. but still, they led him forward, each step drawing him deeper into the woods, each petal leading him toward something he couldn’t yet name.

he crouched down to examine the trail, his fingers brushing against the petals as if afraid to disturb them. am i asleep? he thought, half-expecting to turn around and find nothing. it felt like a sign — something that could break through the endless emptiness inside him.

he stood up, his heart picking up its pace as he began to follow the trail, his senses sharpened in the thick quiet of the forest. he wasn’t sure what he was hoping for. maybe it was a moment of peace, something to make the aching stop. but part of him feared what it might lead to.

but as he walked, the trail of petals grew clearer, more distinct. they led him toward a small clearing, surrounded by tall trees, the light filtering through the leaves in muted beams. and then he saw it.

there, in the center of the clearing, was a small lake.

his breath caught in his throat.

it’s the lake. the one from his dreams.

the water was perfectly still, reflecting the gray sky above, with an eerie silence that felt too familiar. swans danced in the water surface as they calmly went about.

and this time, you were there.

standing at the edge of the water, just like before. your hair hung around your face, but this time, it wasn’t the stormy scene from his dream. you looked different — more peaceful, like a soft glow radiated from you, the only thing that seemed untouched by the harshness of the world around you, still, you looked like he could reach out to you, and finally feel something.

sunghoon's heart raced as he stepped forward, his feet moving almost instinctively, drawn to you like a magnet. “you’re here,” he whispered, barely able to believe it.

but you turned to him, and for a moment, everything else faded away. the ache in his chest, the exhaustion in his bones, the worries that had followed him for days — all of it seemed to vanish in the presence of your eyes, the warmth of your gaze.

“sunghoon,” you said softly, your voice breaking the silence like the gentle ripple of water. “i knew you’d find me.”

his breath caught in his throat, and all the words that had been building up inside him — the confessions, the questions — were suddenly impossible to say. he stepped closer, his hands trembling as he reached out, afraid that if he touched you, you would disappear again.

please don’t go. the words were stuck in his throat.

“why?” he finally managed to ask, his voice shaking. “why now? why here?”

you looked at him, your face filled with an expression he couldn’t quite read, a mix of sadness and something else. regret, or maybe love.

“i am sorry for everything,” you said quietly. “for the bad dream.” your voice faltered, and you glanced down at the water, as if the question hung in the air between you. "but it’s not a bad dream anymore. i’m here, with you. and i’m real, and you are too."

sunghoon’s heart skipped, and the words you didn’t say hung heavy between you, both of you feeling the weight of things unsaid. he was close now, close enough to see the faint tremor in your hands, and the vulnerability in your eyes. close enough to see that you were real. he reached out again, his fingers gently tracing the edge of your wrist, grounding himself in the warmth of your presence.

“i didn’t know how to find you," he admitted, his voice soft and raw, "not in that world… not without losing everything.”

you exhaled, a quiet sound that almost seemed like a sigh of relief. there was something in his eyes, something that made you feel like you were finally seeing him — really seeing him — for the first time since everything had fractured. you had thought it would be impossible, but here, in the quiet space between you, it didn’t feel impossible anymore.

“i didn’t want you to think you had to give up anything for someone who didn’t exist,” you said, avoiding his gaze for a moment, the words so fragile you almost didn’t speak them.

“but i would have,” he replied without hesitation, his fingers now lightly cupping your hand. "i would have done anything, if it meant… if it meant you stayed." his voice cracked, and he let the silence settle between you both, the unspoken truth heavier than anything either of you had ever said out loud.

you finally met his gaze, eyes soft but unwavering. “sunghoon, you don’t understand yet,” you murmured, “those dreams, you were in mine too. but they weren’t exactly dreams.”

a part of you knew the weight of those words — how close they were to the truth, but how much more delicate they became the moment you spoke them aloud.

he squeezed your hand, as if to hold onto you, to make sure you were real. “i’m glad you’re here.”

sunghoon’s fingers tightened around yours as the realization slowly seeped into his mind — like a quiet epiphany that had been waiting to be acknowledged. he hadn’t fully understood it before, but now, in the soft light of the moment, he began to piece it together. the dreams. the moments when you were so real to him, yet so impossibly far away. they were like a vision. it all made sense in a way he couldn’t have explained to anyone else.

you and i weren’t meant to meet in that world, he thought, his chest tightening with the weight of this truth. but somehow… we did.

his gaze shifted to the horizon, where the fading light of the setting sun painted the sky in hues of orange and pink, and for a fleeting second, he could almost see it — the distant echo of a future that hadn’t yet happened, but which now felt inevitable.

“do you remember?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. “the way we met… in the dream? it felt like... like i was searching for you. like i was always supposed to find you.”

you nodded slowly, your eyes soft but distant, as if you were looking at something only you could see. “i felt it too. that pull. like it wasn’t just me... but something else guiding you.”

he let out a breath, his mind trying to wrap around the idea. “it wasn’t just a dream, was it? it was like... a message. like i was meant to find you, no matter how far away you seemed.”

your eyes flickered with something — understanding, maybe, or a bittersweet longing. “it was the only way for you to really find me. for us to meet."

sunghoon’s breath hitched. his thoughts swirled as if time itself had looped in a way he couldn’t fully explain. the dreams now seemed like fragments of something far more complex than he had ever imagined. they were glimpses — glimpses of a future, or a past, or perhaps a version of himself that knew more than he did.

“a message,” he repeated softly, more to himself than to you. “to find you. to make sure i didn’t miss you again.”

you gave him a quiet smile, your eyes a mix of wonder and acceptance, as if you understood the gravity of what was unfolding between you both. “it’s funny,” you said, your voice carrying a touch of warmth, “i really did think i would never found you, until you found me.”

he turned to look at you, his heart swelling with something he couldn’t put into words. it wasn’t just relief, or joy, or even love. it was everything — everything he’d ever felt for you, all of it compressed into this one moment where nothing else mattered. the world felt smaller now, less uncertain, and he was finally where he was always meant to be. here, with you.

“so…” he said, his voice cracking slightly, “we were never meant to meet in those dreams. but we did anyway.”

you nodded, and for a moment, everything felt like it clicked into place. “i think,” you whispered, “it takes more than just one life to bring two people together. maybe we had to be strangers in one world, so we could be something more in this one.”

sunghoon’s breath caught in his chest, the weight of that truth wrapping around him like a tender embrace. the connection between you both, no matter how inexplicable, was real. and it was here. in this moment. in this life.

he looked at you, his hand still holding yours, the gravity of the realization grounding him. “i don’t know how this happened,” he said, voice thick with emotion, “but i’m so glad it did.”

you smiled, the first genuine smile he’d seen from you in what felt like forever, and it was like the sun had finally risen on a new day for both of you. "me too, hoon," you whispered, "me too."

and somehow, the future that had once seemed so far away, so unreachable, felt closer now. the world, vast and endless, was no longer a place of uncertainty. not when you were standing next to him. together, in this life.

and there you two stood, before the swan lake, the calm waters mirroring the colors of the fading sky. the air was still, carrying only the soft rustle of leaves and the distant call of birds. time seemed to slow, as if everything around you was holding its breath.

the years of searching, the longing that had once felt endless, were now nothing more than memories fading into the twilight. there was only the present, this quiet space where everything had aligned perfectly. where the dream had finally given way to reality, and you were no longer two strangers bound by an impossible connection, but two people who had truly found each other.

the lake before you seemed to reflect that truth, its surface smooth and uninterrupted, save for the slow movement of swans gliding gracefully across, their feathers glowing in the last light of day. the scene was serene, timeless, as if nature itself was acknowledging the sacredness of the moment.

in this quiet, under the stretch of the open sky, you understood that everything had led you here. not through dreams, not through impossible hopes, but through something deeper — something real. the distance between you was no longer measured in miles or years or lost moments, but in the quiet certainty that you were here, together, in the now.

the world seemed to fall away, and in the space between heartbeats, you knew you had found something more than just each other. you had something more than just a dream.

EXTRA:

masterlist.

read something similar: angel food !

[cerealmonster15]

My playlist I’ve curated since I got into twst way back when… I haven’t added to it in ages and even tho it’s the product of Many Years I’m shocked there’s nearly 200 vids lol 😭

[deepseawave]

obsessed w the tags on ur last reblog

Omgg, thank you haha, it was a quality post so I just had to appreciate it in full force 😂❤️

Can‘t believe someone would actually enjoy my yapping :,D

[babyblankyerror]

The rage I feel at finding a perfect anime with the perfect ship dynamic and it’s not out. No manga…Nothing?

Then you ask me why I want to commit crimes. Why I wish for this world to burn.

[bambino1294]

someone needs to give me my work’s playlist, Hozier would really liven things up

[whumpy-wyrms]

Has Aspen watched Wolfwalkers before? I think he would absolutely love that movie :)

YESSSS YES YES ASPEN FUCKING LOVESSSSSS THAT MOVIEEE

AND SO DO I!!!!!!! like i’ve never seen that movie before but i’ve wanted to watch it for a long time and this ask FINALLY made me watch it and oh my god HOLY SHIT IT’S ONE OF MY FAVORITE MOVIES NOW. i literally JUST finished it and i don’t even know what to say besides this

i need everyone to watch this clip in particular because holy shit i cried during it /pos. like i can’t even describe how much i love this movie and how much it means to me just wow WOW it’s absolutely fucking amazing and i definitely recommend it to everyone. the animation is stunning i love the main characters and everything is just so EXPRESSIVE and the COLORS ANR AHHHH THE WOLVESSSS

Aspen loves it. it’s one of his favorite movies now too (maybe his favorite idk i’ll have to think of what other movies he likes) but guys i don’t even know what to sayyyy that movie is sooo good

thank you so much for sending this ask because wow i don’t know what it is with me and wolves now but wolves are COOL and i LOVE this movie i’m so happy i finally watched it!!! :D

[lesbiansanemi]

Lets see how many episodes of revolutionary girl utena I can slog through today before I wanna fucking end it all

[noramoons]

today was such a good day actually

[bloomingdead]

crying cuz gale is governor tryon from outlander

[mostlykind]

…

[ifeelfreewithoutmyshoes]

I’m forcing myself through some classic literature to be able to get the references to it - I did not expect for the first one I get from Moby Dick being ‘it fucking goes on forever about irrelevant stuff’

[milo-is-rambling]

I LOVE YOU PAST MILO -current Milo nauseas head in a sparkling clean toilet I cleaned literally a half hour ago and then got too high while celebrating how clean it looked and feel sick now😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

[imaginedisish]

Liquid Smooth (Logan Howlett x Fem!Reader)

A/N: Started writing this last night...sooo happy you guys wanted a sex pollen fic! Hope it lives up to everyone's expectations! This one is (obviously) inspired by "Liquid Smooth," by Mitski. ENJOY!

Summary: A simple mission deep in a forest alone with Logan quickly gets out of hand when you just have to go and pick a flower...

Warnings: 18+ EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT MINORS DNI! Dry humping, Oral (f!receiving), Fingering, Unprotected PIV (wrap it up!), Sex Pollen (so dub!con just to be safe, but not really), Multiple orgasms, Porn Without Plot...literally, implied!age gap, cursing, friends to lovers, fem!reader/afab!reader, probably some grammatical errors, I think that's it.

Word Count: 3,797 muahaha

“I don’t need a goddamn babysitter,” you murmur as Logan thumbs through the controls of the X-Jet. “Could’ve done this by myself.” 

Logan scoffs. “I’m not your babysitter, princess.” You roll your eyes at the nickname Logan has specially reserved just for you. “Charles said we’d be safer going together. He knows you can handle yourself.”

The X-Jet cruises effortlessly through the clouds. The air is still today. Calm. You and Logan are on your way to get some sort of flower that Charles claims to have extensive healing properties. It’s an easy mission. No fighting. No violence. You’re unlikely to have to use your powers at all. And yet, you’ve been paired with Logan. 

It wouldn’t be a problem if you weren’t—admittedly—a little into him. Or rather, pining after him. There’s just something about the sarcasm that’s always thick in his voice; the way he squeezes himself into those thin beaters. How he’s always so self-assured, so thoroughly convinced he’s right. You just can’t help it. You want him. But he isn’t yours, and he probably never will be. He’s a little older—well, a lot, considering he’s been around forever. And you know it’s safer not to make attachments—not to fall in love.

Unfortunately, it’s a little too late for that. 

But having him here with you now, alone, with no buffers…it’s overwhelming. You can smell him—that mix of tobacco and pine and musk and him. He’s suddenly everywhere, and there’s nothing you can do about it. You watch as his long fingers press different buttons, his hands gripping the steering wheel, adjusting thrusters. You stare at those fingers for far too long, your thoughts drifting to what else he can do with them. You think about him curling them deep inside you, stretching you open and—

“Everything okay?” You snap your head to face Logan, swallowing harshly as his voice pulls you back to reality. 

You force a smile, nodding. “Yep!” You say, overcompensating just a bit. “All good,” you lie. You close your eyes, trying to push thoughts of Logan out of your head, denying the heat growing between your legs.

“Good, because we’re almost there,” Logan says, the X-Jet descending carefully. You look out the window to see the trees below. There’s a lake in the distance, but that’s it. No civilization, no houses—no one. It’s empty, peaceful. 

“We’re really in the middle of nowhere, huh?” You say, glancing at Logan. 

His eyes meet yours and he smiles. Warmth blooms in your heart at the sight. “My kind of place,” he says back. The X-Jet descends further as you approach a clear spread of grass to land on just ahead. 

This is, in fact, not your kind of place. The humidity creeps up your back and settles under your skin. The forest is overgrown and impossible to navigate. You let Logan slice through the plant life with his claws, swiping back and forth whenever something gets in your way.

You haven’t been walking for long, but you’re already done. Perhaps Charles was right; a partner is not the worst idea on a mission like this. 

You can see the flower just ahead—yellow petals and a long, green, viny stem. It glows brightly even under the dense forest canopy. “Semper in tenebris lux,” Charles had said; there is always light in darkness. And he was right. The flower illuminates everything in its path. Next to it, you can see a pretty, lavender-colored flower. You stop in your tracks, letting Logan wander ahead as you crouch down to stroke the purple petals. 

“Charles didn’t say anything about not taking other flowers too, right?” You call out, watching as Logan swipes carefully at the stem of the yellow flower. He holds the dainty stem in his large hands as he walks back over to you. 

“No, he didn’t. But you should be careful. It could be poisonous or—”

You ignore Logan, picking the flower anyway. You hold it up to your nose and breathe in. It’s sweet and fragrant. You twist the stem and realize the flower is sticky with sap and pollen. Your twist shakes some of the pollen up, and it lands all over your face. 

“Shit,” you mutter, wiping it away. A gust of wind sweeps through the forest, knocking the flower out of your hand and spreading more of its pollen in the air. You can feel it in your nostrils, getting caught in your throat.

Logan furrows his brows as the pollen falls to the ground. “What the fuck did you do?”

You roll your eyes. “All I did was pick a flower!” You lift your hands, feigning innocence. “I’m sure it’s nothing.” You stand up, glancing once at the yellow flower in Logan’s hands and then back at Logan. “It’s pretty.”

He parts his lips, his stare focused on you. “Yeah, it is.” There’s something else in that stare, in those words. Like maybe he isn’t only talking about the flower. You shove those thoughts down as you turn around and walk back to the jet.

Your steps are suddenly very heavy. You scratch at your shoulder. Heat blooms in your chest, your stomach, across your face. You’re irritated and overheated and itchy. Your breath grows heavier and rougher with every step. 

Logan notices immediately. He stops, grabbing your arm. You can’t control the way you lean into his touch, nor the way you’re craving more. “Hey,” he soothes, eyes searching your face. “Are you okay?” There’s a hint of panic in his voice. 

You swallow harshly, nodding. Your throat feels thick, your skin tight and oppressive. “’M’fine,” you mumble. 

“Quit lying. I can tell something’s wrong,” Logan demands. You open your mouth to persuade him otherwise, but he doesn’t give you the chance, his grip tightening around your arm. “Your skin is on fucking fire, princess. What did you do?” He cocks his head, sniffing as he furrows his brows. His voice is darker now, slower as his eyes widen. “What the fuck did you do?”

You take in a sharp breath. And that’s when you feel it, the ache between your thighs, the slick arousal soaking through your panties. The realization smacks you in the face. For a moment, you’re clear-headed, but still terrified. The pollen. That goddamn, fucking pollen. “Logan, look, I think that purple flower had some—"

He cuts you off as he yanks your arm, tugging you towards the ship. “We need to get you back to the jet, okay?”

“Oh, I am so fucked,” you cry. You know you only have a few seconds left before the effects really kick in. “L-Logan,” you stutter, almost moaning as your core burns stronger with need. “T-the pollen was everywhere. What if you got some too?” 

He ignores you, handing you the yellow flower you came here for in the first place. He sweeps one hand under your legs and keeps the other at your back as he lifts you in his arms—bridal style. You can feel his heart beating in his chest. You lean into him again, searching for relief. Wetness pools between your legs. You have never felt this needy before. Your desire hurts, burns, scorches you. You rut your hips, clenching down around nothing. 

“S-stop doing that,” Logan spits, restrained and quiet. 

“C-can’t,” you whine. “It hurts, Logan. It hurts so fucking bad. How come you aren’t like this too?”

He pulls you tighter to his chest. “I feel a little something, but that might just…”

You tilt your head up to look at him. He works his jaw, that perfect jaw. You want to bite it, to bury your face in the crook of his neck. “Might just be what?” You ask, tentatively brushing your lips against the hollow of his throat. 

“Nothing, just—fuck,” he groans as you press soft, open-mouthed kisses all around his neck now. “Don’t do that, princess. You don’t want this.”

“But I do, Logan,” you beg. The ramp to the jet lowers as you and Logan approach. “N-need you.” You bury your face into his shoulder, breathing him in. “Need y-you all the time.” The confession slips easily from your lips. 

Logan’s eyes widen as he walks up the ramp and into the ship. It lifts and seals shut behind him. “You don’t mean that, sweetheart. Let’s just get you back to the mansion as quickly as possible, yeah?”

He places you down on the seat next to him, taking the flower from your hands and putting it in the jar Charles had given you. The leather cold at your back almost feels good, almost relieving—until you realize Logan is no longer holding you, touching you. You reach out towards him, grabbing his arms, pulling him back in. “Don’t go,” you plead, nails digging into his biceps. Your body is on fire. Everything is unbearably painful. “Please,” you whimper. “Need you so fucking bad, just you.” 

“Fuck,” Logan curses. “I am not taking advantage of you. I am not doing this.” He stands, freeing himself from your grasp and walking over to the pilot’s chair. “I’m getting you back to the mansion and we’re going to fix this, okay?”

But that’s not good enough for you. You stand up and walk over to Logan. Your steps are shaky, your legs trembling. Your chest heaves, your heart beating rapidly. You climb into Logan’s lap, straddling him, one leg on either side. “Logan, I can’t fucking wait,” you cry, grinding down onto his lap. The pressure feels delicious.  He grabs your hips, stilling you, forcing you in place. And that’s when you feel it: his erection, hard underneath your core. “This isn’t you. You don’t really want this, don’t really want m—”

“It is me,” you protest, squirming against his hold. “Logan, I’ve wanted you for months. I-I was thinking about you t-touching me the whole way here.” You remember the way his fingers dexterously pushed all the right buttons. Need courses through you like a river, and as Logan’s hold on your hips softens, you grind down into his lap, against his erection. “S-so good,” you cry out. 

His hands are still on your hips, but now he’s guiding you, rocking you against his cock. “J-just this though, okay?” 

You hum, pressing your forehead to his, rolling your hips faster. The relief is like heaven. His arms wrap around your back, his fingers trailing up and down soothingly. Logan ruts into you, his erection straining against his jeans. You can feel yourself getting closer, but the pain, the need, it’s all still the same. 

“Logan, it’s not gonna be enough,” you whisper, his lips ghosting yours. “N-need more. Hurts so bad.”

He presses a chaste kiss to your lips, like he’s scared to truly touch you. But he wants to consume your pain, to take it away, to feel it for you. You can see it written across his face, in the way his cock throbs against your swollen clit, how he snaps his hips into yours. 

“I know, princess,” he coos, his hands like fire on your back. Your walls contract around nothing, begging for something to hold onto, to feel something sink deep inside. “Gonna take care of you.” He kisses you again, with more vigor this time, more passion. “I’ve got you, darlin’.”

You moan into his mouth. His composure is slipping, disintegrating with every roll, every rock of your hips against his. His cock notches against your clit, sending a jolt of pleasure up the base of your spine. He hikes your shirt up, the cold air hitting your overheated skin. “F-feels good,” you stammer. You’re almost there, almost hitting that peak. “S-so close.”

“I know, pretty girl,” he soothes. “Let go for me, know you can do it.” 

You moan his name, your orgasm crashing into you like a crescendo. You know you’re soaking through your clothes, and probably onto Logan’s too. He’s still rutting against you, giving you more. He knows it’s not going to be enough, and he’s right. Need builds back up just as quickly as you found your release. 

 “Lo…” you trail off, looking up at him under lust-filled eyes. You swallow harshly, squirming in his lap helplessly. “G-gotta have you.” 

He presses his forehead to yours. He works his jaw, parting his lips. “Y-you meant it when you said you wanted me before this?” But he already knows the answer. He knows you wouldn’t lie to him about that, not even now. 

“Yes,” you whine, pulling him closer. He tugs your shirt all the way over your head and picks you up, hands firmly gripping your ass. “Still gonna want you after this, too.”

He curses under his breath as he places you down in the pilot’s chair. He’s frenzied and frantic as he hooks his thumbs into your pants and panties, yanking them down your legs and casting them to the side. 

He spreads your legs with the palms of his hands, his thumbs brushing soft circles into your inner thighs. He’s kneeling, looking up at you. Your breath catches in your throat as his face settles between your legs. 

“Could smell you before, pretty girl,” he husks, his breath fanning over your clit. “Wanted this so fucking bad.” He doesn’t keep you waiting, licking a long stripe through your folds and up to your clit. “Knew you’d taste perfect. Pretty fucking pussy.” 

You throw your head back as his lips latch onto your clit, sucking harshly. He slips one hand across your back, keeping you close. His free hand climbs up your thigh, fingers exploring your folds as his tongue flits across your swollen bud. He spreads your arousal, prodding against your entrance before shoving two fingers deep inside you. “Logan!” You cry out, your walls clenching around him. He’s stretching you out, his fingers dragging inside you. He pulls out and plunges back in. He isn’t taking his time, isn’t teasing. He’s giving you what you need, pump after pump. 

You look down at him, his face buried in your cunt, consuming you, swallowing you whole like a starving man. He’s lost inside you, lapping at you with unwavering hunger and desire. His tongue swirls around your clit, his teeth grazing ever so slightly. You moan his name again, and he hums against you, the vibrations of his bassy voice rocking through your body. He’s wrecking you, but it feels so goddamn good. 

“That’s it, sweetheart,” he goads you along. He’s adding a third finger now, and you suck him in. You’d take anything he gives you, anything at all. “Doing so good for me, taking it so well.” 

He sucks roughly, your walls clenching around him at the feeling. “Yeah?” He grunts, sucking again. “You like that? Feels good?” 

“Y-yes,” you stammer, stumbling over that one simple word. “S-so fucking good.” 

“I know, beautiful,” he groans, nipping at your clit in between his rough sucks. “Gonna make that hurt go away, okay?” His voice is like honey, sugar; it’s sweet, addictive. “You just gotta come for me again, can you do that?” His tongue strokes your clit, his fingers pumping faster now. 

You nod your head emphatically, pleasure surging as you near your peak. “Yeah, I-I can,” you huff. 

Logan smiles against your cunt between rough laps. “I know you can, sweetheart.” His fingers scissor inside you, deeper than before. He takes your clit between his lips again, sucking hard. 

And that’s all it takes—you’re screaming his name, coming undone, unraveling underneath him. The release is even better than the first, more full, more complete. Logan thrusts in and out a few more times before slowly pulling his fingers from your cunt. He licks one more long stripe through your folds and looks up into your eyes. 

For a moment, the fire inside has been quenched. You feel clear, levelheaded. But it doesn’t last long. “Fuck,” you moan, your head hitting against the headrest of the chair. The fire is back, spreading across your stomach, your chest. “Logan,” you whimper. “I n-need more.”

“It’s okay, pretty girl,” he coos, taking you back up into his arms. He hoists you out of the seat, his hands finding your ass, squeezing softly. You wrap your legs around his waist as he carries you across the jet, setting you down on a storage container. 

You bring your hands up to his biceps. “Need you this time, Lo,” you choke, stroking up and down his arms as the heat builds painfully between your thighs. 

“Are you sure?” He asks, eyes searching yours. 

“Always wanted you, always sure,” you whisper, wrapping your legs tighter around his waist. 

His Adam’s apple bobs in his throat. “Wanted you too,” he husks. “But I wanted it to be different, to—” You cut him off. “Just want you. It’s okay like this. I promise.” You grind against him, his erection still straining inside the denim of his jeans. 

He takes the hint, and quickly unbuckles his belt, casting the leather to the metal floor with a clunk. He’s unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans, shoving them down his legs, and lining himself up with your entrance. You push your hips forward, giving him better access. His other hand pushes your bra above your breasts, exposing you completely to him. 

With one hand on his cock and one squeezing your tits gently, he thrusts himself into you. He’s so deep—down to the hilt—stretching you out and working you open. He groans, flicking your nipple with his thumb, his lips at the shell of your ear. “So fucking beautiful,” he whispers, sending a chill down your spine, quenching that fire inside. “So warm, so tight.” He pulls out and plunges back in again, filling you up. 

“Lo,” you whine. “More.”

“I know,” he growls, his hips snapping into yours, bottoming out with every thrust. “Gonna take care of you, pretty girl.” He squeezes your tits once more before sliding his hand down your body and slipping between where the two of you connect. His fingers find your clit, drawing rough circles around the bud. “That feel good, beautiful?” 

“Y-yes, Logan, so fucking good,” you cry out as he rocks into you. His other hand grips your hip tightly, holding you in place. You hope there’s a bruise there later—proof that he touched you, proof that he fucked into you like the world was ending. 

His cock rubs against your walls, your muscles contracting around him, sucking him in deeper. “Squeezing me so good, sweetheart,” he praises, his lips crashing down onto yours, swallowing your moans. He’s taking all of you, hard and fast. You can feel him twitching inside you, throbbing with the same need you feel pulsing through your veins. 

Logan kisses your jaw, and then just underneath, biting down on your pulse point. You arch your back, your chest meeting his. The contact is delicious, the friction a necessity. He thrusts into you faster now, doing his all to satiate your every need. He’s getting you there, pump after pump, hitting that sweet spot inside you every time. 

It’s working. You can feel yourself slipping again, melting. “Logan,” you hum, too fucked out to say anything other than his name. That beautiful name, like a song in the air, a gentle prayer, a holy ghost. He’s all you need—all you’ve ever needed. 

Your walls contract, squeezing him tightly. “Fuck,” he mutters. You know he’s close too. He strokes your clit, circling roughly. “Come on, pretty girl. You can do it, let me get you there again.” 

“Lo,” you cry, your eyes fluttering open and shut as he fucks into you, rutting his hips, plunging deeper still. It’s all too much. You can feel the pleasure drumming inside you, coming to a head. 

Logan loosens his grip on your hip and slides his hand behind your back, pulling you into his chest. You rest your forehead against his. “Come on my cock, princess, let go.” And you do. You’d do anything for him. You moan as your orgasm tears through you. It’s all blinding white heat, liquid smooth, pleasure wracking your body. 

Logan curses under his breath, close behind. He pulses inside you once, and then he’s coming undone. Your arms wrap around his back, keeping him close, letting him know it’s okay to finish inside. He fills you up, whispering praises in your ear as you both come down from your high. Such a good fucking girl. Did so good for me. So fucking good. Perfect little pussy.

He’s still inside you, pumping slowly as you ride out your orgasm. His fingers let go of your clit, his hands running up your back and tugging you closer to him. He slowly pulls out, keeping you tight against his chest. 

“Are you okay?” He whispers against the shell of your ear. You take a deep breath, waiting for the heat to build again, waiting for that need to surge every cell of your being. But there’s nothing. Your nerves are suddenly quiet—silent. 

“I-I think it’s over,” you stutter, still nervous that maybe it’s not. He keeps you there, holding you tightly, ready to start again if necessary. 

After a few minutes, you let yourself relax. It’s not coming back. It’s over. 

Logan presses a chaste kiss to the side of your head. “I’ve still got you. Not going anywhere.” Your heart rate has finally slowed down. The heat is gone. You feel comfortable in your skin again. You take a deep breath. 

“I’m sorry,” you whisper into Logan’s chest. 

“Nothing to be sorry for, princess,” Logan reassures, his voice gentle and soft. “I’m just glad you’re okay.”

You nod against him, but you still feel a sting in your heart. You need to make him know that you meant what you said—need him to know exactly how you feel. You swallow nervously, ready to bite the bullet. 

“Logan,” you breathe. “I-I meant everything I said. It wasn’t just the pollen.” You pull yourself from his chest, looking up at him. “I wasn’t lying when I said I wanted you…” you trail off. “S-still need you now. Nothing’s changed.” 

He smiles down at you, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “I know, darlin’,” he husks. “I wanted you before, and I still do, too.” 

“I know you wanted it to be different. I know it wasn’t—” But he cuts you off, his lips capturing yours, quieting your anxious rambles. “We’ll have other chances. Other times to do it the way I want.” He smirks, running his hands up and down your back. 

Other chances. Other times. More. More. More. “Yeah?” You ask. 

“Yeah, princess.”

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[afterglowsainz]

bye | charles leclerc, alexandra saint mleux

pairing: charles leclerc x singer!reader x alexandra saint mleux, reader x ex!max verstappen

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a/n: guys i’m not even a charles girlie but he looked so happy in that podium i wanted to cry

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