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hoshifighting · 1 year ago

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The Biggest Fanboy

— Synopsis: Sooyoung, a loyal fanboy, expressed his admiration for you, his favorite choreographer through social media and DMs. The dynamic unfolds as you, the choreographer, surprises Sooyoung with a visit to his dance studio. — WC: 6.4K — WARNINGS: Smut, oral (f. and m. receiving), lap dance, dancing sex? Soonyoung is WHIPPED and also a good boy!, unprotected sex, hair pulling, praising, they run away from his studio, intense sex. — Reader! Famous choreographer, Hoshi! Her biggest fanboy, also a dance studio owner

As Y/N, a renowned choreographer with a string of successes in the world of dance, you've always been dedicated to your craft. In the bustling metropolis, your fame has reached unexpected heights, attracting fans from all walks of life. Among them is Kwon Sooyoung, a talented dancer who, to your surprise, happens to be a fanboy of your work.

Sooyoung, the proud owner of a prominent dance studio in the heart of the city, has made his admiration for your choreography evident through social media and interviews. His posts and comments on your platforms are a testament to his genuine appreciation for your artistry. Despite the virtual nature of your interactions, there's a unique connection that has developed between you and Sooyoung over the years.

The dance community buzzes with excitement whenever Sooyoung shares his thoughts about your latest creations. His loyalty is unwavering, and his dreams of meeting you one day are a constant thread in his online presence. The friendly exchanges in your direct messages have become a regular occurrence, and he never misses an opportunity to extend an invitation for you to visit his studio.

One day, with a break in your busy schedule, you decide to surprise Sooyoung and make good on his invitation. The metropolis stretches out before you as you arrive at his studio, a sleek and modern space with glass walls that offer glimpses of dancers in various stages of practice. The energy is palpable as you walk through the hallway, admiring the dedication of those who share the same passion for movement.

The receptionist welcomes you warmly, explaining that Sooyoung is currently teaching a class. She gestures down the hallway, directing you to the last room on the right where you can observe the class in session. As you make your way, the sound of music and the rhythmic beat of dancing feet grow louder.

As you sat on the bench, Sooyoung wrapped up the dance class, you couldn't help but be enchanted by the scene before you. The little girls, with beaming smiles, gathered around him like a flock of eager butterflies drawn to the warmth of his presence. Sooyoung, wearing that bright pink ballet skirt over his black sweatpants with an air of confidence, embodied a perfect blend of professionalism and playfulness.

The music faded, and Sooyoung, with his infectious energy, announced, "It's time to say goodbye, girls!" The children, bubbling with enthusiasm, rushed toward him, calling out, "Uncle Soonyoung!" Your heart warmed as you witnessed the genuine affection they held for him.

One by one, Sooyoung embraced each child, lifting them off the ground and spinning them in his arms. Laughter filled the room as he playfully interacted with each girl, making sure to pat their heads and exchange a few words before letting them go. His genuine care and affection for his young students were palpable.

Observing this heartwarming spectacle, You couldn't help but be captivated by Sooyoung's ability to create a nurturing and joyous environment in his dance studio. The way he effortlessly connected with the children showcased not only his skills as a dancer but also his genuine love for teaching and mentoring.

As the last of the children leave the room, Sooyoung takes a moment to catch his breath and rehydrate. He reaches for a water bottle, taking a sip as he absentmindedly scrolls through his phone, unaware of the surprise awaiting him.

Meanwhile, you stand outside the glass wall, arms crossed, and a wide grin on your face. The anticipation builds as you patiently wait for Sooyoung to look up and notice your presence.

Finally, as if prompted by some invisible cue, Sooyoung's gaze shifts from his phone to the room beyond. His peripheral vision catches a glimpse of your figure, and he does a double-take. The water bottle pauses mid-air as he raises his eyes, and a gasp escapes him. His eyes widen in disbelief, and he chokes on his water at the unexpected sight of you.

Coughing and sputtering, Sooyoung quickly puts down the water bottle, his expression evolving from surprise to sheer excitement. His eyes lock with yours through the glass, and a mix of emotions plays on his face—joy, disbelief, and genuine happiness. His phone slips from his hand, momentarily forgotten as he rushes to the door, his eyes fixed on you. "Y/n?" Oh my goodness, what are you doing here?" Sooyoung stammered. The little girls' earlier cries of 'Uncle Soonyoung' are now replaced by the pulsating beat of your name on his lips. "I never thought you'd actually come."

"Well, here I am," you answer, you can't help but smile at his reaction, appreciating the sincerity in his voice. "Well, I figured it was about time I took you up on that invitation," you reply with a playful glint in your eyes "your enthusiasm on social media finally convinced me."

Sooyoung laughs, a joyful sound that fills the room. "I can't believe you saw all those fangirl comments and actually decided to visit. This is amazing!"

You can't help but chuckle at Sooyoung's sudden self-awareness as he glances around, perhaps noticing your gaze lingering on his choice of attire. "I'm sorry, I must look like a mess after the class." He apologizes with a sheepish grin, acknowledging the contrast between the bright pink ballet skirt and the practical black sweatpants.

"Oh, don't apologize at all," you assure him, your smile widening. "I think it's a bold fashion statement. Shows you're not afraid to have a little fun, even while teaching."

Sooyoung relaxes a bit, the corners of his mouth turning up in relief. "Yeah, it's a little tradition I have with the kids. They love it when I wear something unexpected. Keeps the energy high, you know?"

You nod in understanding, appreciating the effort he puts into creating a lively and enjoyable atmosphere for his students. The vibrant pink skirt becomes a symbol of his dedication and connection with the kids he teaches.

Sooyoung beams with pride, leading you further into the dance studio. "I've been following your work for years, and having you here is like a dream come true for me and the kids."

"Thank you for making the time to come here. My students are going to lose their minds when they find out you're here," he says, excitement evident in his voice.

You wave off his gratitude with a smile, appreciating the genuine excitement in Sooyoung's voice. "It's my pleasure. I've heard so much about your studio, and I couldn't resist seeing it for myself."

As you walk through the vibrant space, the walls echoing with the sounds of laughter and the rhythmic steps of dance, you can feel the energy and passion that permeate the studio.

"Guess who's here, everyone?" Sooyoung exclaims, and the anticipation in the room builds.

The students exchange curious glances until their eyes fall upon you, the famous choreographer they've likely seen on screens and admired from a distance. The realization dawns on them, and the room buzzes with excitement.

As the students express their awe and gratitude, you find yourself surrounded by a group of enthusiastic young dancers eager to share their experiences and ask questions. Sooyoung watches with pride as the studio transforms into a hub of excitement and inspiration.

"See what I mean?" Sooyoung says to you with a grin.

[...]

As the clock strikes 10 pm, you check your phone and realize it's time to bid farewell to the lively dance studio. Sooyoung, with a hint of disappointment on his face, accepts the announcement that you need to leave. His shoulders sag a bit, reminiscent of a child whose playtime is coming to an end.

"Thank you so much for coming. This means a lot to all of us," Sooyoung expresses his gratitude once again.

You chuckle at his childlike reaction, finding it endearing. "It was my pleasure, Sooyoung. Your studio is truly something special."

As you gather your things to leave, Sooyoung, with a shy yet hopeful expression, hesitates before making a request. "Um, can I... Can I give you a hug?"

His cheeks flush with embarrassment, and you can't help but find his humility charming. You agree with a warm smile, and he practically beams with joy as he wraps his arms around you. Sooyoung seems to forget the world around him for a moment, reveling in the embrace, and he murmurs a heartfelt thank you.

Stepping back, he seizes the opportunity to extend another invitation, this time to the upcoming spring confraternization of the studio on Saturday. Sooyoung's eyes reflect a mix of hope and excitement as he asks, "Would you like to come? It would mean the world to everyone."

You consider the invitation, appreciating the sincerity in his request. "I'll see if I can make it. If my schedule allows, count me in."

Sooyoung's face lights up with joy once again, and he thanks you eagerly. With a final wave, you exit the dance studio, leaving behind a room filled with memories of unexpected surprises, shared laughter, and the promise of a potential reunion at the upcoming spring event.

As you arrive home, your phone buzzes with excitement, and Sooyoung's name lights up on the screen. With a smile, you open the messages to find a delightful spam of photos, capturing the memorable moments you shared at the dance studio. You respond in kind, sharing some of the photos you took, creating a virtual album of the unexpected day.

Sooyoung comments that a fellow dancer from the studio managed to capture some beautiful shots. Anticipation builds as you wait for the photos to download. When the images finally reveal themselves, there's a heartwarming photo of the two of you hugging and another where you're captured mid-laughter.

"We look good," you reply, adding a playful emoji to convey your delight at the captured moments.

Inspired by the joyous memories, you decide to share a sequence of photos from the day on your social media. The last image in the series is the candid shot of you and Sooyoung wrapped in a warm embrace. In the caption, you express your gratitude, acknowledging Sooyoung's kindness and the incredible day you spent at his studio.

"Such a sweetheart! 🌟 Today was absolutely incredible. Thank you for welcoming me so warmly, Sooyoung" you write, accompanied by a heart emoji.

The post quickly garners attention, with friends, fans, and followers expressing their admiration for the dynamic duo and the evident connection between the famous choreographer and the dedicated dance studio owner.

Sooyoung's excitement reaches new heights as he sees your post on social media, featuring the photos of the two of you hugging. In a burst of enthusiasm, he can't contain himself and immediately shows the post to Seungkwan and Dokyeom, eager to share the unexpected turn of events.

"Guys, look at this!" Sooyoung exclaims, waving his phone at his friends. "Guess who just posted pictures of us hugging?"

Seungkwan and Dokyeom lean in to get a better look, their curiosity piqued. As the images appear on the screen, they exchange amused glances, clearly entertained by the uproar unfolding in the comments section.

"Soonyoung, you sly dog," Dokyeom teases, nudging him playfully. "Looks like her fanbase is having a field day with this."

Seungkwan adds with a grin, "I knew you had a soft spot for each other. The fans are shipping you two hard."

Sooyoung's cheeks flush with a mix of embarrassment and excitement. "I didn't expect this at all. They really think we look like a couple?"

Dokyeom chuckles, "Well, judging by these comments, they're all in for it. Y'all are becoming a thing, apparently."

Seungkwan joins in the laughter, "Who would've thought? Your crush is now the talk of the country, Sooyoung." The three of them share a moment of camaraderie and amusement as they scroll through the comments, witnessing the unexpected frenzy caused by the seemingly innocent hug.

[...]

Sooyoung had been tapping his feet nervously, anticipation building as he awaited your arrival at the studio's spring event. Throughout the week, your conversations had been filled with uncertainties due to your hectic schedule. He hadn't received a confirmation, leaving him on edge, hoping against hope that you'd show up.

He couldn't help but feel a rush of relief and excitement when he caught sight of you walking towards the studio. With a quick glance in the window's reflection, he hastily adjusted his hair and straightened his shirt, hoping to make a good impression.

As you entered, the energy in the room shifted. The circle of people around you buzzed with excitement, eager to engage with the renowned choreographer in their midst. You graciously greeted them, sharing smiles and warm words, soaking in the atmosphere.

But when your gaze finally met Sooyoung's, his heart skipped a beat. Your bright smile was like a ray of sunshine, and as the crowd parted, you made your way toward him. The circle of people hushed, giving the two of you a moment.

You embraced Sooyoung in a warm hug, and his nerves melted away in that instant. "I'm so glad I could make it," you said softly.

Sooyoung, feeling a rush of emotions, stammered slightly, "I-I can't believe you're here. I mean, I hoped, but... wow."

You chuckled at his flustered reaction, deciding to playfully tease him. "Were you worried I wouldn't show up?"

He blushed, a mix of embarrassment and joy coloring his cheeks. "I, uh, well... maybe a little. It's just... it means a lot that you came."

"Well, you did invite me, didn't you? Couldn't let you down, especially with all these fans waiting to see us together."

Sooyoung, reveling in the playful banter, smirks mischievously in response to your comment. "Oh, I see how it is," he teases, feigning mock offense. "I thought you came just for my dazzling dance moves, not to please the fans." He winks, his tone light and full of humor, "Guess I'll have to step up my game then, huh?"

You raise an eyebrow playfully, your eyes shifting to the big TV across the room where a video from Sooyoung's YouTube channel plays, showcasing his impeccable dance skills to a sensual song. With a sly grin, you suggest, "Maybe you can show me all those dazzling dance moves... when we're alone."

Sooyoung, catching on to the playful tone, licks his lips with a suggestive smirk. "Oh, trust me," he replies, his voice dropping to a husky whisper, "I've got a whole private playlist of moves that haven't made it to YouTube yet. Maybe you'll get an exclusive performance sometime."

In a whispered tease, you say, "Maybe you can give me a private lesson in those unreleased moves later. I'm curious to see if they're as impressive as you claim."

Your sultry suggestion catches Sooyoung off guard, and he sharply inhales, his eyes widening slightly at the unexpected turn in the conversation. "Well, if you're up for it, maybe I'll have to give you a sneak peek right here, right now," he whispers back, his breath warm against your ear.

As you spot Sooyoung's car in the garage, you turn to him with a playful grin. "Are you seriously going to ditch the event like this?" you inquire, raising an eyebrow.

Sooyoung, clicking the car key with a confident smirk, glances at you with a hint of mischief. "Who cares about the event when I can have you all to myself?" he responds, his tone carrying a touch of naughtiness.

His carefree attitude about leaving the event behind to have an intimate moment with you adds to the excitement. The sound of the car unlocking becomes a signal for your private escape.

As you settle into Sooyoung's car, the city lights casting a soft glow on the interior, you turn to him with a teasing smile. "So, why exactly do you want to have me all to yourself?" you ask, raising an eyebrow in playful curiosity.

Sooyoung glances at you, his eyes holding a mischievous spark. "Well," he begins, his tone playfully contemplative, "I thought it'd be a shame to waste such a perfect night on anyone else when I could have your undivided attention."

"Someone's being a bit greedy, wanting me all to themselves. Don't you know how to share?"

Sooyoung, without missing a beat, smirks and replies, "Well, when it comes to you, I don't mind being a little selfish. Can you blame me?"

With a sly grin, you lean in a little closer, your voice taking on a more suggestive tone. "Well, if you're going to be greedy, you better be prepared to handle all of me," you tease, letting the implication hang in the air.

Sooyoung, caught off guard by the unexpected boldness, feels a rush of heat. He glances at you with widened eyes, a mix of surprise and desire evident on his face. The atmosphere in the car becomes charged with a different kind of energy, and you can sense the playful banter taking a more flirtatious turn. Your naughty answer has the desired effect, making Sooyoung's mind race with anticipation as the city lights continue to flicker outside the car window.

As the car comes to a stop at a red signal, you feel Sooyoung's gaze lingering on the exposed skin of your thighs. Sensing his desire, you catch his eye and decide to playfully escalate the teasing. With the tip of your fingers, you subtly pull up the hem of your dress, revealing more of your legs.

Sooyoung, his eyes now fixed on the provocative sight, glances up to meet yours. His gaze darkens with desire, and he inhales sharply. "If you keep teasing me like this," he murmurs, his voice low and filled with a mixture of lust and anticipation, "I can't guarantee I'll be able to wait until we get somewhere."

With a sly smile, you respond to Sooyoung's suggestive remark, "I think I'd prefer a bit more space than a car. Besides, there are some moves I want to show you that might not be suitable for the back seat."

Sooyoung's eyes light up with a mix of excitement and curiosity as he hears your response. "Well, now you've got my attention. What kind of moves are we talking about here?" he asks, a playful grin playing on his lips.

You maintain the sly smile, enjoying the playful banter between you two. "Oh, you'll just have to wait and see. I wouldn't want to spoil the surprise," you reply, your tone teasing and suggestive.

"Well, then," he says, the anticipation evident in his voice, "where do you suggest we go? I'm up for a little adventure."

Sooyoung's grin widens as you suggest, "How about we continue this adventure at my place?"

His eyes light up with excitement, and he nods in agreement. "Sounds like a plan" he replies, his voice carrying a playful yet eager tone.

You slide your hands to his thigh, a subtle yet unmistakable signal guiding him towards your house. Sooyoung, his mind still buzzing from the teasing and the charged atmosphere, follows your lead.

He turns the car, the familiar quarter of your apartment passing by once again. The combination of the tantalizing proximity and your hand inching higher on his thigh has Sooyoung's concentration wavering. The city lights outside blur as he navigates the familiar route, the rhythm of the car reflecting the heightened pulse of the night.

In the confined space of the elevator, Sooyoung locks eyes with you from across the corner. A charged atmosphere fills the air as the anticipation reaches its peak. With a swift move, Sooyoung steps closer, his eyes conveying an undeniable desire.

Without a word, he surprises you with a passionate tongue kiss, the sudden intensity catching you off guard. His lips meet yours in a heated embrace, and you can feel the hunger in the way he kisses, a mix of desire and urgency. Sooyoung's hands grip you tightly, pulling you closer as the elevator continues its ascent.

As the elevator door opens, you pull Sooyoung with you, still lost in the fervor of the kiss. The two of you stumble towards your apartment door, the intensity of the moment propelling you forward. The keys tremble in your hands as you fumble to unlock the door, the urgency building with each passing second.

Finally, the door swings open, and you practically run inside, eager to feel Sooyoung's lips on yours again. You turn around, your back against the door, your bodies pressed together. Sooyoung wastes no time, and his lips find their way to your neck, leaving a trail of kisses that sends shivers down your spine.

With a subtle yet assertive move, you pull Sooyoung by the hem of his shirt, guiding him towards your room. The anticipation between you two continues to grow, and you have a plan in mind. Once in your room, you reach for your phone, intending to set the mood with a carefully chosen song.

After selecting the perfect track, you toss your phone onto the desk and turn your attention back to Sooyoung. With a teasing smile, you guide him to sit on the bed.

Sooyoung, unable to resist the alluring rhythm of your hips moving in sync with the music, bites his lip in a gesture of both desire and restraint. A moan escapes him, his eyes narrowing with intensity as he gazes at you. His furrowed eyebrows and fluttering eyes betray a mixture of longing and arousal, the unspoken connection between you becoming increasingly palpable.

As the music continues to play, creating a sultry backdrop to the scene, Sooyoung lays on his elbows, his eyes locked onto you with a mix of desire and anticipation. Sensing the connection between you two, you decide to take control, and you hover over him, creating an intimate space between your bodies.

You lift your hips up and down, the rhythm of the motion syncing with the music. He can feel your pussy bumping into his dick on purpose when you swing your ass above his bulge.

Sooyoung, captivated by the intimate dance and the connection between you two, lets out a low, throaty whisper, his voice dripping with desire. "You're driving me crazy," he confesses, his words revealing the intensity of the sensations that course through him.

His gaze remains locked onto you, a mixture of admiration and longing in his eyes. As the music weaves its way around the room, his hands find a gentle yet firm place on your hips, following the rhythm you've set. The unspoken language of desire fills the air, and in this intimate moment, Sooyoung's words echo the emotions that swirl between you, creating a soundtrack to the shared experience unfolding in the dimly lit room.

The room is filled with a charged silence as you take the hem of your dress and pull it up, revealing yourself naked to Sooyoung. His eyes widen in surprise, and a sharp inhale escapes him as his mouth slightly opens, captivated by the sight before him. The dim lighting accentuates the contours of your figure, casting a sensual glow on the intimate moment.

Sooyoung's eyes widen even further in chock as he realizes you're wearing nothing underneath the dress adds another layer of intensity to the moment.

A soft moan escapes your lips, a natural response to the electrifying contact between his pants and your exposed cunt. The fabric creates a tantalizing friction on your clit, adding a layer of intensity to the sensual dance.

Sooyoung, attuned to your reactions, registers the moan with a mixture of satisfaction and heightened desire. His hands, still firmly placed on your hips, tighten slightly in response to the shared sensations, pulling you closer and pressing you firmly against his bulge.

As Sooyoung takes off his shirt, revealing a sculpted and toned physique, he starts to dance his hips, swaying with a rhythm that mirrors the sultry music playing in the background. The tactile sensation of Sooyoung's rough jeans against your pussy adds a heightened dimension to the dance of desire. The fabric, brushing against you with every movement, creates a tantalizing friction that further amplifies your pleasure.

In the intimate setting, you look into Sooyoung's eyes and, with a sultry tone, express your longing, "Sooyoung-ah, I want more. I want you so bad."

His thumb runs through your folds, then he starts circling your clit, your knees shaking with the sudden contact of his warm skin. Sooyoung, still teasing with his skilled fingers, leans in and asks in a sultry whisper, "Do you really want me?" His question hangs in the air, the room filled with a charged anticipation. Without waiting for a verbal response, he plants a series of sensual kisses along the valley of your breasts.

Feeling the intensity of the moment, you grip Sooyoung's hair firmly, making him hiss. His eyes meet yours, a mix of surprise and desire evident in his gaze. With a sense of urgency, Sooyoung speeds up his actions in response to your moans, each movement adding to the crescendo of desire in the room.

Sooyoung, driven by the escalating desire, pulls you to the edge of the bed. He kneels on the floor, his gaze locking with yours from below. The change in perspective adds an extra layer of intensity to the moment. Your breath catches as Sooyoung's mouth works its magic, each touch and caress sending waves of pleasure through your body. Clit being sucked and flicked with his warm tongue, making you scream his name.

Sooyoung, immersed in the task at hand, closes his eyes, dedicating himself to giving you pleasure. His focused demeanor showcases his commitment, as if it's a ride-or-die mission. You run your fingers gently along his cheek, appreciating the dedication he puts into the moment. A soft laugh escapes you as you observe how intensely he's focused.

With a teasing tone, you praise him, "Soonyoun-gie, you're doing so well for me, such a good boy, the best boy." The words find their way into his consciousness, and his cheeks flush with a delightful shade of red. The combination of your praises and the pleasure he's providing creates a potent mix of sensations on him making him moan, vibrations sent straight to your clit.

As the rhythm of your lungs speeds up, breathing becoming fast and erratic, Sooyoung keenly notices the heightened intensity. In response, he speeds up, gripping your thighs tighter with a determined glare. The acceleration of his movements pushes you to the edge, and the climax arrives with an intensity that takes you by surprise.

As you catch your breath, Sooyoung's gaze meets yours with a satisfaction, and he rises from his kneeling position, a satisfied and content expression on his face. The dimly lit room is filled with a post-climactic tranquility as you catch your breath.

Sooyoung, still close, brushes a gentle kiss against your forehead, a tender gesture that adds to the intimacy of the moment. The air is thick with a shared connection, and a comfortable silence envelops the room.

With a playful glint in your eyes, you suggest, "You deserve a reward," as you notice Sooyoung's pants growing tighter. He chuckles nervously, attempting to decline the offer, "No, no, no need to. I'm satisfied."

Ignoring his protests, you proceed to unbutton his jeans, your hands working with a deliberate intent on his hard dick. "I swear, Y/N-nie, I-I'm already too-" As your touch intensifies, Sooyoung's words begin to slow down until they get lost in the growing tension. His breath becomes heavier against your neck, the room filled with the palpable anticipation of the next shared experience.

In the quiet, intimate space between you and Sooyoung, his protests become muffled breaths against your neck as your hands continue their skillful exploration. As you work your magic, Sooyoung's resistance dissolves, replaced by a growing need. He breathes heavily against your neck, words escaping him in fragmented whispers. "I... I didn't expect this... you're too much," he stammers.

Amused by Sooyoung's sincerity, you praise him once again, "You deserve it, you know. You made me feel so good." As you swing your feet, a playful expression on your face, you continue, "And it's not just about me. You should enjoy it too."

Sooyoung, still catching his breath, shakes his head, a content smile playing on his lips. "I'm already satisfied, honestly. Just seeing you like that, hearing you... it's more than enough. I dreamt about that," he admits, his eyes reflecting a mixture of satisfaction and a touch of vulnerability.

You can't help but find it endearing, his selflessness in the pursuit of your pleasure. "You're too good, Sooyoung-ah," you say, a teasing glint in your eyes.

In response to your teasing, Sooyoung chuckles nervously, "I-I'm fine, really. No need for anything else." However, you can sense a subtle curiosity in his eyes, a desire to explore further.

With a playful grin, you lean in closer, your breath warm against his ear. "Are you sure?" you whisper, your voice carrying a hint of mischief. "I can make your dreams come true too, Sooyoung-ah."

His cheeks flush slightly, a mix of embarrassment and anticipation. "Well, maybe just a little," he admits, his gaze meeting yours with a shy smile.

As Sooyoung gets free from the rest of his clothes, he watches you approach his cock with a mixture of anticipation and nervous excitement. His breath becomes shakier, and he confesses, "I think I'm going to lose my mind."

A mischievous smile plays on your lips as you respond, "That's exactly what I want, Sooyoung-ah." Your words add a layer of playful tension to the room, and you continue to pump his dick with a deliberate touch.

Sooyoung sulks slightly, a mix of embarrassment and pleasure washing over him. He mutters, "This is too much," but his body betrays him, responding to your every touch.

As the exploration continues, Sooyoung's sulking demeanor begins to transform into a mixture of pleasure and surrender. Your skilled touch elicits soft moans from him.

Despite his initial protests, Sooyoung's body responds eagerly to your every move.

You pause amidst the intimate exchange, a soft smile gracing your lips as you ask, "Are you always this shy?" starting to pump him again.

Sooyoung, his cheeks still flushed, chuckles softly and replies, "No, it's not usually like this. I guess it's just... you."

You raise an eyebrow, feigning surprise. "Me? What did I do to make you so shy, Sooyoung-ah?"

He shrugs playfully, a shy smile lingering on his lips. "I don't know. You just have this effect on me, I guess." he replies as he watches you getting down.

As your mouth wraps around Sooyoung's cock, he gasps loudly, arching his back in response to the unexpected pleasure. His mumbles become a symphony of fragmented words and hushed expressions of pleasure.

"Oh, woah," he gasps, fingers tangling in your hair. "T-that feels... amazing," he stammers, his voice catching between breaths. Incoherent whispers escape him as the sensations ripple through his body.

You feel his rapid heartbeat beneath your touch, his mumbles a testament to the overwhelming pleasure he's experiencing.

Sooyoung can't help but vocalize his pleasure when his tip hits the back of your throat, making a dripping mess around his cock, and then coming back, licking the head with flickering licks.

Sooyoung, caught in the throes of pleasure, finds himself reaching the peak of ecstasy. The grip on your hair tightens, a mixture of desire and urgency. His moans become more pronounced, blending with your own shared sounds of passion.

"Ah, sorry," he manages to mumble between moans, his voice husky with desire. He loosens his grip, his fingers now gently caressing your scalp as an apology. However, you find the roughness oddly pleasurable, and it only adds to the heightened atmosphere.

His words continue to be a mix of apologies and incoherent expressions of pleasure. "Didn't mean to," he whispers, but his actions betray his sincerity.

As Sooyoung reaches his peak of pleasure, his grip tightens momentarily before his body tenses with the release. He makes a mess, his breath hitching with the intensity of the moment. His chin lifts, and he throws his head back, a guttural moan escaping his lips.

The room is filled with the aftermath of shared ecstasy, the air heavy with a mix of passion and satisfaction. Sooyoung's body relaxes, and he breathes heavily, the waves of pleasure slowly subsiding.

After the intensity of the moment, you lean in to kiss Sooyoung, sharing the intimate taste of the aftermath. Your lips linger on his, and then you trail kisses across his cheeks, coaxing him back to the present.

As he slowly returns from the depths of ecstasy, you look into his eyes and softly ask, "Are you good, Sooyoung?"

Unable to formulate words, Sooyoung responds with a deep, satisfied moan. His body, still humming with the echoes of pleasure, communicates a sense of contentment that transcends spoken language.

As Sooyoung starts to regain consciousness, he begins to kiss your neck with a newfound awareness. The intimate act sends shivers down your spine, and you can feel his growing desire pressing against you.

His lips linger on your neck, and in the sultry atmosphere, you playfully remark, "Feeling more awake now, Sooyoung-ah?"

Sooyoung, his voice laced with desire, responds, "Very awake, especially here," as he gently emphasizes his growing arousal.

A mischievous glint in your eyes, you tease, "Should we change positions, or are you comfortable like this?"

Sooyoung, unable to resist the playful banter, grins, "I think a change of scenery would be nice. What do you have in mind?"

As the dynamics shift, Sooyoung now on top of you, his gaze filled with attentiveness, you look up at him with a playful yet commanding glint in your eyes. With a sly smile, you order, "Sooyoung-ah, show me your best moves. Dance for me."

His eyes widen with surprise, a mix of curiosity and excitement playing on his features.

Sooyoung, embracing the challenge with enthusiasm, focuses on the intimate performance. The music playing in the background becomes a subtle soundtrack to the dance unfolding between you two. He pushes only his tip, making you look at him with hooded eyes, biting your lip.

As Sooyoung hovers over you, his gaze filled with a mix of desire and concern for your comfort, he softly asks, "How do you want it, slowly or all in at once?"

You pause for a moment, meeting his gaze with a playful yet anticipatory expression. "Surprise me," you respond, your voice filled with a hint of excitement.

As Sooyoung fulfills your request and enters all at once, a gasp escapes your lips, quickly turning into a passionate scream of his name. The room resonates with the intensity of the moment, the sound of your voice echoing through the intimate space.

Sooyoung, captivated by the raw and unrestrained pleasure he evoked, finds himself amazed. The realization that his biggest inspiration is screaming his name in the most explicit way adds a layer of ecstasy to the experience.

As Sooyoung begins to roll his hips, his hands exploring every inch of your body, the dance takes on a new rhythm. The synchronization of his movements with the subtle beats of the song transforms the room into a private stage.

His hips meet yours in a rhythmic dance, circling and rolling in a slow and deliberate motion. Each movement sends waves of pleasure through your body, making your toes curl with the intoxicating sensation.

Sooyoung starts to pick up the pace, his movements becoming faster and more fervent. The connection deepens as he feels you tightening around him, a telltale sign of shared ecstasy.

Sooyoung, balancing on the edge of the bed, moans with a mixture of pleasure and a hint of surrender. "Right there," you cry out, his name escaping your lips. Sensing the impending climax, you encourage him with breathless urgency, "Don't stop, Sooyoung, don't you dare stop." Sooyoung, his voice strained with desire, responds, "I won't stop, not until you're fully satisfied."

As Sooyoung continues his passionate rhythm, each thrust hitting that exquisite spot with precision, the intensity builds. The pleasure becomes almost overwhelming, tears welling up in the corners of your eyes as your body tenses in response.

Then, in a wave of ecstasy, you reach the climax. Your body arches, and a torrent of pleasure courses through you, wetting both him and the bed. The room echoes with the sounds of your moans, and your body stretches in a blissful release, forming a perfect "O."

As Sooyoung witnesses the physical and emotional intensity etched across your face — the tightness around him, your shaky knees, and the continuous symphony of moans — a profound realization hits him. The sheer pleasure, the uncontrollable reactions, it's all because of him.

Overwhelmed by the sight before him, he succumbs to the intensity of the moment. His moans become a mantra of your name, a vocal expression of the pleasure coursing through him.

Your bodies are locked in a passionate embrace, and Sooyoung, on the precipice of climax, finally reaches the peak. He fills you up, the room resonating with the echoes of shared ecstasy, the culmination of a dance that transcended physicality.

In the aftermath of shared pleasure, Sooyoung, overwhelmed by a surge of emotions, tightens his embrace as if cherishing the moment. His arms envelop you as if it were the last time you'd be together in such an intimate space.

You, equally caught in the emotional currents, caress his hair tenderly, planting gentle kisses on his cheek. The room becomes a haven for shared vulnerability, a sanctuary where physical and emotional intimacy converge.

"I've admired you for so long, and now, being with you like this, it feels surreal."

You gently tease Sooyoung, noting his sentiment, "You're acting like this is our last moment together."

He raises his shoulder in a playful shrug, a hint of uncertainty in his expression. "I... I don't know what happens next."

Your tone softens with a playful reassurance, "Relax, it's not the end. In fact, I want to do this again. Maybe 200 times in every corner of my house."

Sooyoung's eyes widen in pleasant surprise at your suggestion. "200 times? That's... quite a lot," he stammers, caught off guard by the playful proposal.

You chuckle at his reaction, enjoying the playful banter. "I'm just kidding. But I definitely wouldn't mind doing this again."

The room fills with a light-hearted atmosphere, the tension easing into a comfortable and playful exchange. Sooyoung, recovering from the initial surprise, raises an eyebrow in playful curiosity. "Does that number also include the rounds?"

You chuckle, shaking your head, "No, no. The rounds are not included in that count. But speaking of rounds, how about a round two in the bathroom?"

Sooyoung, now grinning, responds with a hint of mischief, "Bathroom, huh? That sounds intriguing. Lead the way."

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silver springs

chapter one: what just happened?

paris was supposed to be the pinnacle. the culmination of years of sacrifice: the end of chaos theory’s first world tour. it was the city of light, love and the dreams you had nurtured since high school.

instead, it felt like the city of heartbreaks — the final place where everything was meant to fall apart.

you stood backstage in a venue that seemed far too beautiful to contain the rising tension within chaos theory. pacing under the grey parisian sky through the thick curtains, you could hear the low hum of a gathering crowd, muffled murmurs of excitement echoing through the walls.

soundcheck was supposed to have started fifteen minutes ago, but instead of running through your songs, you and the rest of the band were waiting for the one person who wasn’t here: minjeong.

again.

no one wasn’t taking it lightly; everyone was on edge.

jimin leaned against the wall with her arms crossed, glaring at her phone as if sheer force of will could make minjeong answer her messages. aeri sat on the edge of the stage, her drumsticks tapping an erratic rhythm against her thigh that only served to worsen the anxiety hanging in the air whilst yizhuo paced back and forth, wringing her hands together like she was trying to squeeze the tension out of her body.

“she’s not fucking answering her phone,” jimin’s voice was low and tight, the clipped edges betraying her barely contained anger. “for fuck’s sake, winter!”

“big surprise,” aeri muttered, tossing her drumsticks into her bag with a sharp motion. “what is this now? the fourth time this week?”

“third,” yizhuo corrected, though her voice was soft, almost apologetic. she had always been the most optimistic one in the band, but even her usual warmth was waning under the weight of minjeong’s absence. “maybe something came up. traffic, or —”

“traffic doesn’t explain why she hasn’t been answering anyone all day,” aeri cut in, her tone sharper now. “she knows how important tonight is. we’re in fucking paris, for god’s sake. this isn’t just another city. this is it — the last show of the tour. and who knows what she’s even fucking up to these days.”

“do you think she even cares anymore?” jimin’s voice was cold, her words cutting through the room like a blade. she finally looked up from her phone, her dark eyes narrowing as she turned her attention to you. “y/n, where is she?”

you swallowed hard, your chest tightening under the weight of their stares. “i don’t know,” you admitted, though the words tasted bitter.

and you really didn’t. you had sent her six texts and called her nine times since this morning. each message was read, but none were answered.

the silence that followed your words was heavy, filled with unspoken frustration and growing worry.

“maybe she’s just overwhelmed,” yizhuo said hesitantly, though even she sounded unsure. “we have to cut her some slack, she feels it —“

“we’re all overwhelmed, ning,” aeri snapped, standing up and crossing her arms over her chest. “but we’re here. you have to stop making excuses for the bullshit she pulls.”

you remained silent, your gaze fixed on the door as if staring at it hard enough would make her magically walk through it.

“y/n?” jimin’s voice pulled you from your thoughts. “we will eventually need to step in, or she’s out.”

“i’ll find her,” you said abruptly, grabbing your jacket. “no one is kicking her out of the band she built.”

“y/n, wait —”

“and what else am i supposed to do?” you cut her off, your voice sharper than you intended. “sit here and hope she shows up?”

jimin’s lips pressed into a thin line, but she didn’t argue.

“you can’t keep doing this,” aeri said, her voice softer now but no less firm. “you can’t keep cleaning up after her mess. it’s not fair to you, or any of us.”

you didn’t respond because deep down, you knew she was right, but you couldn’t help yourself. you had always been the one to pick up the pieces, to drag minjeong back from the edge when no one else could.

“this is — no, this band is a fucking shit show!” manager kim walked by, screaming with his phone in hand as he paused, looking at you with fury in his eyes. “if minjeong doesn’t get her ass here in an hour, i’m terminating her fucking contract.”

you sighed, shaking your head. “i’ll get her, alright? everybody, just calm the fuck down for a minute!”

the cold parisian air bit at your skin as you stepped onto the street and walked out of the venue, slamming the door behind you. hard. it wasn’t just the chill of the evening that made your chest feel tight.

you hailed a cab, sliding into the backseat and giving the driver the name of your hotel. as the car pulled away from the venue, the weight in your chest only grew heavier.

paris passed by in a blur outside the window. the glittering lights of the city of love felt mocking, their beauty a cruel contrast to the heaviness in your chest. it had been months of this — worrying about minjeong, cleaning up after her, holding the band together when she couldn’t seem to hold herself.

you gripped your phone tightly, some of your unanswered messages glaring back at you.

to: mindungie

where are you?

soundcheck started thirty minutes ago.

minjeong, pick up. please.

read 3:45 PM

each text was marked as read, the small blue ticks on the screen like tiny daggers but there were no replies, no calls, no explanations.

you clenched your jaw, trying to shove the memories away. but they came anyway, unbidden and relentless.

the memories clashed violently with the present.

you remembered the minjeong from before — the one who used to sit with you in your parents’ garage, strumming her old acoustic guitar until her fingers blistered, the girl who smiled so brightly when you finally nailed the harmony to her melody that you thought your chest might burst, the woman who pulled you aside after your first gig in a dingy seoul bar and whispered, “we’re going to make it, y/n. i know we will. and i love you, never stop believing that. as long as we’re together, as long as we love each other —“

fame had stolen her from you.

she had been disappearing piece by piece since the day chaos theory signed their first major deal.

it hadn’t been obvious at first; just small things. the way she avoided your eyes in meetings with the label, the excuses she made to skip rehearsals, the late nights she spent with people you didn’t recognise.

and over time, those small things turned into something bigger, worst.

the signs had been there. you thought about the grammy’s afterparty in los angeles — the first time you really saw it. she had vanished for hours, leaving you and the rest of the band to awkwardly fend off questions from industry insiders who wanted to meet “the voice of the band of the century.”

when she finally reappeared, her eyes were glassy, her movements slow and unsteady. she laughed it off, saying she’d just had “a little too much fun.”

but you knew. you’d known even then.

and now there was sungchan.

the thought of him made your stomach churn. you had warned her about him from the beginning, begged her to stay away. his reputation wasn’t just bad, it was pretty fucking catastrophic.

scandals followed him like a shadow: drugs, parties and rumours of fights with his own bandmates. he was the kind of person who thrived on chaos, and somehow, he had pulled her into his orbit.

you’d tried to talk to her about him once, months ago, after you caught her sneaking out of his apartment. you still remembered the way her expression hardened, her walls going up so fast it was like she became someone else entirely.

“you don’t get to tell me who to hang out with, y/n,” she said, her voice icy.

“i’m not trying to control you,” you replied, desperate to make her understand. “i’m just worried about you.”

“well, don’t be,” she had snapped. “i don’t need you to worry about me.”

“hotel molitor again, right?” the driver, in his strong french accent, pulled you out of your thoughts, glancing at you in the rearview mirror.

you nodded without looking up, your throat too tight to form words as phone buzzed against your thigh. you pulled it out and saw jimin’s name light up the screen.

from: rina <3

don’t do anything stupid, please.

sent 5:45 PM

you shoved the phone back into your pocket and exhaled sharply. your chest felt heavy, your ribs tight as if the weight of everything you’d been carrying for months was finally suffocating you.

“everything okay back there?” the cab driver asked, his accented english cutting through your spiral of thoughts.

you looked up, startled. he was an older man, his salt-and-pepper hair peeking out from under a worn cap. his eyes met yours in the rearview mirror, kind but curious.

“yeah,” you lied, forcing a tight smile.

his gaze lingered for a second before flicking back to the road. “you look familiar,” he said after a moment. “are you — wait a minute,” his eyes lit up, and he grinned wide. “you’re in chaos theory, aren’t you? y/n?”

your heart skipped a beat. “uh, yeah,” you said cautiously, not sure where this was going.

“my kids are huge fans,” he said, his excitement bubbling over. “they’re at your concert right now! well, they’re outside, waiting for the show to start. chaos theory has been the soundtrack to our house for the past year.”

something in his words made your chest loosen, just a little. for a brief moment, the crushing weight lifted. “that’s…that’s really nice to hear,”

“oh, they’d lose their minds if they knew I was driving you,” he said, laughing as he glanced back at you. “my daughter — her favourite is minjeong, but my son? he’s all about you. thinks you’re the coolest guitarist alive. i think he’s trying to learn because of you.”

despite everything, you felt the corners of your lips twitch upward. “that’s sweet.”

“do you mind?” he asked, one hand on the wheel while the other reached into the glove compartment. he pulled out a stack of cds and a crumpled hat, his smile sheepish. “i know you’re busy, but if you could sign these, it’d make their year.”

“of course,” you leaned forward, taking the cds and hat. fishing a pen in your pocket, you scrawled your signature on the covers of the albums, each one bringing a small but genuine relief to your chest. “what’s his name?”

“jules,” he grinned proudly. “my daughter’s name is josephine.”

“beautiful names,” as you signed the hat, you added a quick note: keep rocking, jules and josephine! - all love, y/n.

“thank you so much,” the driver said, his gratitude palpable. “they’re going to frame these, i’m sure of it. you know, music means everything to them. and to me too. it’s been a hard year, but…your songs have been a bright spot.”

his words struck a chord in you, and for the first time that evening, the tension in your chest eased. the band had started as a dream — a way to make people feel something, to give them an escape. and even if everything felt like it was falling apart now, you have done that.

your music reached people.

“thank you,” you said quietly. “it means a lot to hear that.”

the rest of the ride passed in a more comfortable silence. as the cab pulled up to your hotel, the driver turned to you, his smile still warm. “good luck tonight...and can we take a photo?”

you nodded. “of course!” then, you moved into the frame as you gestured a thumbs up.

“thank you, y/n,” he shook your hand. “i’ll remember this.”

you stepped out of the cab, pausing before you shut the door. “tell your kids i said thank you…i mean it.”

the weight returned — but it was softer now, dulled by the reminder of why you were doing this in the first place.

the staff greeted you warmly, but you barely registered them as you strode your way to the elevator. the ride up to her floor felt endless, each ding of the elevator a reminder of what might be waiting for you on the other side.

your thoughts raced. what if she wasn’t there? what if she was hurt? or worse? and if she was there, what would you find?

you didn’t want to think about sungchan. you didn’t want to imagine him in her room, his arm around her, his influence pulling her further and further away but the image was there, sharp and vivid in your mind and it made your hands curl into fists.

you hated him. but more than that, you hated yourself. for not being enough to pull her back.

for loving her so much that it hurt to breathe when she looked at anyone else the way you wished she would look at you.

the elevator dinged, the doors sliding open with a soft chime. you stepped into the hallway, your heart pounding in your chest as you approached her door.

as you swiped the keycard, your hands began to tremble; the soft beep of the door sounding impossibly loud in the silence.

and then your heart broke.

the smell hit you first — stale smoke, alcohol, and something sharper, acrid almost. the room was dim, the curtains drawn tightly shut. discarded clothes, empty plastic bags and crushed cigarette butts littered the floor, creating a mess that screamed of indulgence and recklessness.

but none of it mattered.

there she was. minjeong. curled up, her head resting on sungchan’s shoulder. his arm was draped lazily around her, his fingers toying with a strand of her hair. their closeness was casual, intimate and it felt like a slap to your face.

your chest tightened painfully, the air rushing out of your lungs like someone had knocked the wind out of you.

“minjeong,” you said, your voice low and trembling.

she didn’t stir, her eyes half-lidded as she leaned into him but sungchan looked up, his expression slow to register you before a lazy smirk spread across his face.

“oh, great,” he drawled, his voice thick and slurred. “the babysitter’s here.”

something in you just snapped. the worry, the anger and the sound of your own heart shattering; it all boiled over in an instant.

you crossed the room in three quick strides, your fists clenched at your sides. “get up,” you demanded, your voice sharp enough to cut through the haze hanging in the room.

sungchan chuckled, barely moving. “relax, would you? we’re just hanging out.”

“get the fuck up up,” you said again, your voice louder now.

��or what?” he shot back, sitting up slightly. his smirk widened, infuriatingly smug. “you gonna lecture me too? god, no wonder she’s always running away from you.”

the words were gasoline on the fire already raging inside you. before you knew it, your hand shot out, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt.

“i said get up,” you snarled, yanking him off the bed with a force that startled even you.

“what the fuck is your problem?” he spat, shoving your hands off him as he struggled to balance himself.

slamming him against the wall, your grip tightened on his shirt as your face hovered inches away from his. “what sort of drugs did you give her?”

the smirk on his face disappeared, replaced by a scowl. “who the fuck do you think you are to speak to me like that?”

his fist came out of nowhere, connecting with your ribs. the pain exploded through your side and made you stagger, but you didn’t let go. instead, you turned, using the opportunity to shove him toward the small coffee table in the corner of the room.

he managed to get up on his feet; laughing with no care in the world.

and then it happened. your fist connected with his jaw, the impact sending a sharp jolt up your arm. the sound of it was loud in the otherwise silent room, a sickening crack that echoed in your ears.

he stumbled back once more, crashing into the nightstand and knocking over a lamp as it cluttered all over the floor, but he recovered quickly, his face twisting with anger as he lunged at you; his fist hitting your cheek.

the pain only fueled your rage.

you grabbed him again, your grip tightening as you shoved him backward. he crashed onto the wall by the window, the wood splintering under his weight. he groaned, clutching his side as he tried to push himself up.

“you’re fucking insane,” he spat, blood dripping from his mouth.

“i told you to get the fuck out,” you growled, your voice low and deadly. “too slow.”

he didn’t move fast enough. you grabbed him by the arm and hauled him toward the door, throwing it open and practically shoving him into the hallway. he stumbled, muttering curses under his breath as he limped away, his pride and body equally battered.

you slammed the door shut, your chest heaving as you turned back to the room.

and there she was. minjeong. sitting up now, her wide eyes filled with a mixture of anger and fear.

“what the fuck was that, y/n?” she yelled, her voice trembling.

you stared at her, your hands still trembling from the fight. “what the hell, minjeong?” you shot back, your voice rising. “this is what you’ve been doing? while we’re out there — while i’m out there, holding everything together, you’re here with him?”

she flinched at the venom in your tone but quickly recovered, her expression hardening. “you don’t get to come in here and act like you’re better than me,” she snapped, standing up. “i didn’t ask for you to clean up after me.”

“you didn’t have to,” you said, your voice cracking. “you don’t care about anything anymore, do you? not the band, not yourself, not —”

“not what?” she challenged, stepping closer.

“not me,” you finished, the words spilling out before you could stop them.

her eyes widened briefly, but then she laughed bitterly, the sound cutting through you like a knife. “this isn’t about you, y/n. not everything is about you.”

“this isn’t about me!” you yelled, your voice breaking. “this is about you throwing your life away. do you even realise what you’re doing? what you’re giving up?”

“don’t lecture me,” she spat, her voice rising to match yours. “you don’t know what it’s like. you don’t know what it feels like to have everyone watching you, waiting for you to fail.”

“then let me help you,” you pleaded, your voice softening. “please, minjeong. you don’t have to do this alone.”

“i don’t want your help!” she screamed, her voice cracking under the weight of her words. “i don’t need you to fix me!”

“i’m not trying to fix you,” you said, your voice trembling. “i’m trying to save you. but you won’t let me. you keep pushing me away, and it’s killing me.”

“then maybe you should just stop,” she said coldly, her eyes narrowing. “if it’s so hard for you, then maybe you should leave.”

you stared at her, your heart pounding in your chest. “is that what you want?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper. “for me to leave?”

she didn’t answer.

“minjeong,” you said, stepping closer. “look at me. please. tell me you don’t care. tell me none of it mattered. tell me all those nights, all those words, meant nothing.”

the silence was suffocating as you stood frozen in the middle of the room, her cold words echoing in your head like a cruel mantra.

you clenched your fists at your sides, the pain in your ribs from sungchan’s punches now mixing with the ache in your chest. the minjeong in front of you — the one glaring at you with bloodshot eyes, standing in a room littered with the aftermath of her recklessness — was a stranger.

“you think this is growing up? lying in bed with someone like sungchan, surrounded by —” you gestured to the mess on the floor, your voice shaking with disbelief. “you think this is who you’re supposed to be?”

“don’t you dare lecture me,” she snapped, her voice cracking. “you don’t get to stand there and judge me. you don’t know what it’s like.”

“what what’s like, minjeong?” you shot back. “having everything you’ve ever wanted? being adored by millions of people? doing what we dreamed of? tell me what’s so unbearable about it that you have to throw it all away like this.”

her eyes flared with anger and she took a step closer. “you think this is what i wanted? to have no privacy? to be picked apart by strangers every second of my life? i can’t even breathe without someone telling me what i’m supposed to do or who i’m supposed to be!”

“so this is your solution? destroying yourself? destroying us?”

her lips trembled, but before she could respond, the door burst open.

“what the hell is going on here?” jimin’s voice was sharp, cutting through the tension like a knife.

you turned to see the rest of the band rushing in. jimin’s eyes darted between you and minjeong, narrowing when they landed on your trembling, bloody hands. aeri and yizhuo followed close behind, their faces pale with concern.

“y/n,” jimin added, stepping toward you. “what did you do?”

“what did i do?” you snapped, your voice rising again. “why don’t you ask her what she’s been doing?”

her gaze shifted to minjeong, taking in her disheveled appearance and the wreckage around her. her jaw tightened.

“minjeong,” she began, her voice low and steady, but there was no mistaking the anger simmering beneath it. “you promised us.”

“i don’t owe you anything,” minjeong shot back, her voice defensive.

“bullshit,” aeri cut in, stepping forward. “you owe all of us. we’ve been carrying your weight for weeks — no, months, and you don’t even care.”

“you think this is easy for me?” she yelled, her voice breaking. “do you think i wanted this? i never asked for any of it!”

“but you have it!” yizhuo’s voice was louder than usual, her usual soft demeanor replaced with rare frustration. “we all worked for this, together. and now you’re throwing it all away like it means nothing. do we mean nothing to you?”

she flinched, her eyes darting to the floor, but she didn’t answer.

“you don’t get to do this,” jimin interjected, stepping in front of her. “you don’t get to act like you’re the only one struggling. we’re all tired. we’re all under pressure but we’re still here, showing up because we made a promise to each other. and you’re breaking it.”

“i didn’t ask for this life!” minjeong screamed, her voice cracking. her hands clenched at her sides as her shoulders began to shake.

“but you chose it,” you said, your voice trembling as you stepped forward. “you chose it with us. we built this together, mindungie. don’t act like you’re the only one suffering. i’ve been right there with you through everything, trying to help you, trying to pull you back from the edge and you just keep pushing me away.”

“i don’t need your help,” she spat, her voice filled with venom. “i never asked for it.”

“because you’re too scared to admit that you can’t do this alone,” you said, your voice rising. “you’re drowning and you know it. but instead of reaching out, you’re dragging us all down with you.”

minjeong’s eyes flashed and for a moment, you thought she might cry. but instead, her expression hardened. “why can’t you just fucking let me live my life?”

“because watching you destroy yourself is killing me!” the words burst out of you before you could stop them. the room went silent, everyone staring at you. your chest heaved as you tried to steady your breathing, but the dam had already broken.

“it’s killing me, minjeong,” you said once more, your voice softer now but still trembling. “to see you with him, to see you like this, to see you turn into someone i don’t even recognise anymore. because i —” you stopped, swallowing hard. “because i love you.”

her eyes widened, but she quickly masked it with a bitter laugh. “you love me?” she said, her voice dripping with disbelief. “you’ve got a funny way of showing it.”

“don’t do that,” you begged, your voice shaking. “don’t act like this is nothing. like we’re nothing. all those nights we spent together, all the times you said you loved me — what was that? was it all a lie?”

“we got caught up in the moment,” she said, her voice cold.

the words hit you like a punch to the gut.

you swallowed hard, the weight of her silence crushing you. “you don’t mean that,” you said, your voice cracking. “i know you don’t.”

“i couldn’t care less if you walked out of my life tomorrow,” she added coldly, her words like a dagger straight to your heart.

the silence that followed was deafening.

you stared at her, the girl you had loved for years, and like a missing puzzle piece clicking into place, you realised she wasn’t the same person anymore.

the fame, the pressure, the choices she had made— they had all changed her.

silence fell over the room, heavy and suffocating. and in that silence something inside you broke.

finally, you exhaled, the fight draining out of you. “i’m done. i quit.”

the room erupted in protests — jimin, aeri, yizhuo, but you didn’t hear them. you turned and walked out, leaving behind the band, the tour and the girl who had shattered your heart into pieces.

the door slammed shut behind you with a resounding thud, the muffled voices of the band barely audible through the thick wood. the hallway outside her hotel room was quiet, unnervingly so, a stark contrast to the chaos you’d just walked away from.

your breaths came in uneven gasps and your chest ached — not just from sungchan’s earlier punch, but from the weight of everything you had just said.

you stood frozen, your hand still on the door handle, as if part of you was waiting for it to burst open. for her to come after you.

but the door remained closed.

with a deep, shuddering breath, you let go of the handle and forced yourself to move. the patterned carpet underfoot blurred as you stumbled down the hallway towards the lifts; your ribs throbbing with every step.

the memory of him — of his smug smirk, the way he held her — made you sick. you clenched your fists, your knuckles still raw and stinging from the fight.

but the physical pain was nothing compared to the hollow ache spreading through your chest. her words replayed in your mind on an endless loop:

i couldn’t care less if you walked out of my life tomorrow.

as the lift doors slid open, you stepped inside and leaned heavily against the mirrored wall, staring at your reflection. your face was pale, your eyes red-rimmed, your lip split from where you had been clipped.

you looked as wrecked as you felt.

the lift descended with a soft hum and you couldn’t help but think about how it had all fallen apart.

a lifetime’s worth of friendship — and this was how it was ending.

the lobby was eerily quiet when you stepped out, the soft glow of the chandeliers above casting long shadows across the polished floors.

a few members of staff gave you polite nods, but no one stopped you. you made your way through the main doors and out into the crisp night. the city was alive with its usual vibrancy, the streets bustling with late-night wanderers, couples holding hands and the distant hum of music from nearby cafés.

but you felt disconnected from it all, like you were watching a film from behind a glass screen.

you walked aimlessly for a while, the events of the past hour replaying in your head. minjeong’s face, twisted with anger. her voice, sharp and cutting — the way she looked at you like you were a stranger.

surprisingly, you found yourself by the seine, the water reflecting the lights of the city in soft ripples. leaning against the railing, you closed your eyes and took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself.

eventually, exhaustion won out. you turned back towards the hotel, your steps slow and heavy. when you reached the lobby, the new concierge on shift gave you a concerned look but smiled anyway.

as the lift doors opened on your floor, you stepped out and immediately froze.

jimin was standing outside your room, her arms crossed and her expression unreadable. aeri was there too, sitting on the floor against the wall.

they both looked up when they saw you, their faces a mixture of relief and frustration.

“we need to talk,” jimin said firmly, not waiting for an invitation before stepping inside as soon as you tapped the door open. “please?”

aeri trailed quietly, shutting the door behind her.

“not now,” you muttered, rubbing a hand over your face. “can’t it wait?”

“yes, now,” jimin said, crossing her arms. “the show starts in an hour and twice is running out of songs to keep the crowd entertained — we were meant to be there already. we don’t have time to sit around and sulk.”

you flinched at her words, guilt stabbing through your chest. you knew she was right, but the thought of stepping onto that stage felt impossible.

“jimin,” aeri scolded, her gaze flicking to you. “go easy.”

she sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. “look, i get it. tonight has been a fucking mess but we’ve worked too hard to let it all fall apart now,” she looked at you, eyes searching yours. “please, y/n. just one more show. finish what we started.”

“what’s the point?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper. “minjeong doesn’t care. why should i?”

“because this isn’t just about her,” aeri said, stepping closer. “it’s about all of us. about everyone who’s been waiting for this night. about the band we built together. don’t let her ruin that for you.”

you sat on the edge of the bed, your head in your hands. their words made sense, but the weight in your chest felt immovable.

“look,” she added, her tone softening. “you don’t have to do it for her. do it for us. for the fans. for yourself.”

you lifted your head, meeting her gaze. the determination in her eyes was unwavering and for a moment, you felt a flicker of the resolve you used to carry.

they were right; just because minjeong couldn’t get her shit together doesn’t mean they should get punished for it too.

“fine,” you closed your eyes with a sigh. “i’ll do it.”

jimin exhaled in relief and aeri gave you a small, encouraging smile.

“thank you,” jimin mumbled quietly. “yizhuo’s with minjeong, trying to sober her up. we’re going to meet in the lobby in thirty minutes. get ready.”

you nodded and they left, leaving you alone with your thoughts once more.

one last show.

downstairs, the lobby buzzed with tension. chaos theory’s managers had arrived, their faces stormy as they spoke in hushed tones to hotel staff. you spotted one of them, seonghwa, pacing near the entrance with a phone pressed to his ear.

“y/n.”

you turned to see the other manager, jinah, walking toward you with a look that was equal parts concern and fury. her eyes flicked to the faint cut on your lip and the way you were holding your ribs.

“are you okay?” she asked, her voice sharp but tinged with worry.

“i’m fine,” you waved her off, though the ache in your ribs told a different story.

“don’t lie to me,” she said, lowering her voice. “i know what happened. seonghwa’s already making calls about pressing charges against sungchan.”

you blinked, startled. “pressing charges?”

“he assaulted you, y/n,” jinah said firmly. “that’s not something we can let slide.”

the thought of dragging this mess into a courtroom made your stomach turn. you shook your head. “it’s not worth it. just let it go.”

“we can’t,” she said, her voice softening. “not after what he did to you. this isn’t just about protecting you — it’s about sending a message.”

you didn’t have the energy to argue, so you nodded faintly, hoping that would satisfy her. just then, the lift doors opened and minjeong stepped out with yizhuo at her side.

she looked different now — cleaned up, her face free of makeup but scrubbed of the earlier haze. her hair was pulled back into a loose ponytail and she wore a hoodie and jeans, the most unassuming outfit she could have chosen.

it wasn’t her clothes that caught your attention, anyways. it was her tired eyes and the way they avoided meeting yours completely.

the sight of her made your chest tighten all over again.

“we’re all here,” seonghwa began briskly, his phone now tucked into his pocket. “let’s move. the car is waiting outside.”

you stepped forward, your voice steady but firm. “i’m not going in the same car as her.”

the room fell silent. yizhuo glanced between you and minjeong, her lips parting as if she wanted to say something, but she didn’t. minjeong didn’t look up, her shoulders tensing at your words.

jinah exchanged a glance with seonghwa, neither of them daring to ask what had happened. finally, she nodded. “you can ride with me,” she said simply.

the car ride to the venue was quiet at first, the hum of the engine filling the silence. she sat beside you, her expression unreadable as she scrolled through her phone. you stared out the window, the streets of paris rushing past in a blur of light and shadow once again.

“you’re thinking about quitting,” her voice broke the silence, calm and steady, but her words cut straight through you.

you didn’t deny it. “yeah.”

she set her phone down and turned to face you fully. “do you know what that means?”

you nodded faintly. “termination fees. legal battles. years of contracts down the drain.”

“it’s not just about money,” she said. “it’s your reputation. your career. chaos theory is your foundation, y/n. if you walk away now, everything you’ve built could crumble.”

you swallowed hard, the weight of her words pressing down on you.

“do you think it’s worth it?” she asked gently.

you hesitated, staring at your hands. “i don’t know,” you admitted. “but i don’t think i can keep doing this. not like this — i’m so tired.”

she was silent for a moment, her gaze softening. “you’re not wrong to feel that way, but quitting isn’t just about leaving minjeong or the band. it’s about leaving everything. the music, the fans, the dream you’ve worked so hard for.”

her words hit you harder than you expected.

“you don’t have to decide now,” she continued. “finish the show. then take some time to think about what you really want. no one’s forcing you to stay but if you leave, make sure it’s for the right reasons.”

the car pulled to a stop outside the venue and jinah placed a hand on your shoulder. “just get through tonight, okay? one last time. then we won’t have to do this again for awhile.”

you nodded, taking a deep breath as you stepped out of the car. the roar of the crowd was faint in the distance and for the first time in hours, you felt a flicker of purpose.

you could do this one more time.

backstage was an echo chamber of tension. the low hum of the crowd seeped through the walls, a reminder of the thousands of fans waiting for chaos theory, but the energy that usually thrived in these moments was nowhere to be found.

instead, silence stretched between the band members, punctuated only by the occasional scuffle of shoes or a whispered instruction from the crew.

the room was filled with a fragile, uneasy silence as you stood near your guitar, meticulously tuning it even though you’ve already done it twice. your hands moved mechanically, but your mind was elsewhere — flashing through the events of the past few hours.

minjeong stood across the room, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. she hadn’t said much since the last confrontation, but you could feel her eyes on you, heavy with unspoken words.

finally, she spoke, her voice low but firm. “we need to talk about the setlist.”

you didn’t look up, your fingers plucking at a string as you adjusted the tuning peg. “what about it?”

she stepped closer, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. her voice was strained, though she was trying to keep it calm. “you can’t close with silver springs. it’s not even part of the set.”

you finally looked up, meeting her gaze with a coldness that made her falter. “yes, it is.”

her brow furrowed, her frustration bubbling to the surface. “no, it’s not. we haven’t even rehearsed it properly as a band. it’s not ready.”

“it’s ready enough for me,” you said, your tone sharp and dismissive.

“you can’t just decide that on your own,” she snapped. “we’re a band, y/n. we make these decisions together.”

“do we?” you shot back, finally looking at her. “because it doesn’t feel like it lately.”

her jaw tightened, her frustration bubbling just below the surface. “this isn’t the time for this.”

“no, it’s not,” you said, standing straight and slinging your guitar over your shoulder. “but here we are anyway.”

the rest of the band watched the exchange from a distance, their unease palpable. jimin leaned against the wall, her arms crossed and her gaze flicking between you and minjeong. aeri sat on a stool, her drumsticks resting loosely in her lap, while yizhuo hovered near the keyboard, her expression unsure.

“why are you doing this?” minjeong demanded, her voice rising slightly.

you took a step closer, your voice cold and steady. “because i want to. because it’s my song. and because, for once, i’m doing something for me.”

“you’re being selfish,” she snapped.

you laughed bitterly. “maybe. but it’s about time, don’t you think?”

“y/n —” jimin started, but you cut her off with a sharp look.

“don’t,” you said. “not now.”

aeri opened her mouth as if to say something, but then the stage manager appeared, clipboard in hand.

“chaos theory,” she called, her tone brisk. “stop fucking bickering; you’re up in ten. let’s go.”

the band began to move, each of you grabbing your gear and heading toward the stage door. minjeong ended up walking beside you, her shoulder brushing yours as you made your way through the narrow hallway.

you flinched at the contact and stepped away. “don’t touch me,” you said quietly but sharply, not even glancing her way.

her steps faltered for a moment, and you caught the brief flicker of hurt in her eyes before she looked away.

the stage lights blinded you as you stepped into position, the roar of the crowd washing over you like a tidal wave. it was the kind of energy you’d lived for — the kind that made the sleepless nights and endless rehearsals worth it. but tonight, it felt different. heavier.

and you all knew why.

minjeong took her place at the centre of the stage, microphone in hand. her smile was radiant, her voice bright as she addressed the audience. if you hadn’t just fought with her backstage, you might have believed it was genuine.

“paris,” she called, drawing out the name of the city with that familiar playful tone in her voice. “are you ready for one last night of chaos?”

the crowd erupted, their cheers a deafening wave of sound.

you adjusted your guitar strap and stepped into your spot at stage right, the weight of it settling comfortably against your body.

the band launched into the first song, the opening riff sharp and electric and just like that, the music took over.

on stage, you and minjeong were untouchable. no matter what had happened offstage, no matter how broken things felt behind the scenes, the chemistry between you was undeniable. her voice soared, clear and powerful and your guitar answered her with equal force; weaving together in a way that felt effortless.

as the set went on, you found yourself slipping into memories.

you thought of the early days, playing small venues in seoul to crowds of barely twenty people. the nights spent crammed in cheap motels, laughing over instant noodles and dreaming of the big stage. the way she used to look at you, her eyes filled with a light that made you believe anything was possible.

those days felt like a distant dream now.

the crowd’s energy was electric, their voices rising with every song. minjeong worked the stage like a pro, her movements fluid and confident as she engaged with the audience. and despite everything, you couldn’t help but be drawn to her.

when the band transitioned into the next song, you stepped toward the mic.

“before we go on,” you said, your voice cutting through the noise, “i just want to give a quick shoutout to josephine and jules. your dad gave me a ride earlier and he told me how much you love chaos theory. this one’s for you!”

the crowd erupted into cheers, and you saw a few people in the front row light up, waving excitedly.

the band launched into the next track, the energy building with each chord. for the audience, it was just another unforgettable concert.

for you, it was goodbye.

as the final notes of the second-to-last song faded into the applause, you stepped forward to the mic before minjeong could.

“this next song,” you began, your voice steady despite the storm inside you, “is called silver springs. it’s a song i wrote for someone i thought i knew. someone i thought i loved…my soulmate.”

the crowd hushed, their anticipation palpable.

her expression was unreadable when you glanced at her then, her hands gripping the microphone stand like it was the only thing keeping her steady. you didn’t look at her for long.

“this is for them,” you added, your voice softer now. “and for all of you.”

you started the first chords, the haunting melody filling the venue. the band hesitated for a split second before falling in behind you, their accompaniment careful and restrained.

the lyrics poured out of you, raw and unfiltered, each word a confession you’d been holding back for years.

“time casts a spell on you, but you won’t forget me,

i know i could have loved you, but you would not let me.”

as you sang, memories flooded your mind — the way she used to laugh, the nights you’d spent tangled together in whispered promises, the weight of her saying “i love you” like it was the only truth in the world.

you thought of the nights spent crammed into your parents’ garage; the hours of laughter, of dreaming, of believing that the five of you could conquer the world. and you did. you thought of your first show, a tiny venue with barely twenty people in the audience, but the way she had grinned at you afterward like it was the biggest triumph of your lives.

her voice joined yours in the chorus, her harmony blending with yours in a way that felt like second nature. despite everything, the connection between you burned just as brightly as it always had.

you thought of your first real show, a tiny venue with less than fifty people and how she had grabbed your hand afterward, grinning so brightly it made your chest ache. “this is just the beginning,” she had said, her voice filled with certainty.

and you remembered the way jimin and aeri used to fight over not being in sync — or the way yizhuo would hum soft melodies after a heavy day at the studio. you were all so young then.

the tears came, hot and unrelenting. they blurred your vision, but you kept singing, pouring every ounce of heartbreak and love and gratitude into the song.

the crowd noticed. their cheers softened into a reverent silence, a few scattered voices calling out, “we love you, y/n!”

you closed your eyes, the memories playing like a film reel in your mind. the late-night rehearsals, the endless van rides to nowhere gigs, the microwaved meals crammed into a barely functioning bus and the first time a fan told you that your music saved their life.

“i’ll follow you down,

’til the sound of my voice will haunt you.

give me just a chance,

you’ll never get away from the sound

of the woman that loved you.”

as the last chord rang out, you stood frozen, your guitar hanging heavily against your body. the crowd erupted into applause, their cheers thunderous and reverent.

you stepped back, your chest heaving, and wiped at the tears on your face before stepping up to face the crowd one last time.

“thank you, paris,” you took a sharp breath, your voice trembling but strong. “thank you everyone….for everything. being a part of chaos theory has been the greatest journey of my life.”

your gaze swept across the crowd, the band and finally landing on aeri.

“i want to thank the people who made this possible. giselle, for being the heartbeat of this band. your drive, your passion — it’s unmatched. thank you for keeping us grounded.”

aeri looked stunned, her drumsticks frozen in her hands, but she nodded, her lips twitching into a small, grateful smile.

“ningning,” you continued, your voice softening. “you’ve been the light of this band, the one who always reminded us why we started. your kindness and strength have carried us through the hardest times.”

yizhuo’s eyes shimmered with unshed tears, and she gave you a small wave from behind the keyboard, her lips quivering into a smile.

“karina,” you said, turning toward her. “you’ve been my rock. the one who kept us moving forward when things felt impossible. your leadership, your fire — i’m proud to say you’ve been the backbone of this band.”

jimin’s jaw tightened, her eyes locked on yours. she gave a short nod, her face unreadable, though her eyes glistened.

finally, you turned to minjeong.

“and winter,” you smiled, your voice breaking slightly. “you’ve been the soul of chaos theory. your voice, your heart — it’s what made people fall in love with us. with you. and it made me believe in something…it kept all of us going, actually. thank you for that.”

minjeong’s lips parted, her eyes wide and shining with something you couldn’t name, but she didn’t speak.

you turned back to the crowd, your hands gripping the mic stand tightly.

“but tonight…” you paused, the words catching in your throat. “tonight is my last show.”

gasps rippled through the audience, and the band stood frozen behind you.

“thank you for being here. for believing in us. for believing in me. i’ll never forget you.”

you stepped back, your gaze lingering on the band for a moment before you turned and walked off the stage. behind you, the crowd roared, their voices a mix of cheers and cries but you didn’t hear them. you walked away from the music, the fans, and the band that had once been your whole world.

and this time, you knew you weren’t coming back.

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DC Comics Characters x Fem!OC

You confess your feelings to them

Characters: Bruce Wayne, Kal-El (Clark Kent), Barry Allen, Diana of Themyscira, Arthur Curry, Hal Jordan, Oliver Queen, John Constantine, Roy Harper, Koriand'r (Starfire), Kara Zor-El (Supergirl), Slade Wilson, Kent Nelson (Dr. Fate), Rachel Roth & Zatanna Zatara

Bruce Wayne aka. Batman

- Bruce Wayne’s love is as complex and guarded as the man himself. To the world, he’s Gotham’s enigmatic billionaire; to you, he’s something far more vulnerable. You see the cracks in his carefully constructed facade—the moments when his brooding intensity gives way to tenderness, when his relentless drive falters in your presence. You’ve always known he’s a man who carries the weight of the world on his shoulders, but with you, he dares to share that burden, even if only a little.

- When you confess your feelings, Bruce’s initial reaction is silence. His piercing blue eyes search yours, as if trying to determine whether this is a dream he’ll soon wake from. “You shouldn’t…” he starts, his voice a whisper edged with guilt. But when you press forward, your words cutting through his walls, something in him breaks. “I’ve wanted this,” he finally admits, his tone raw and unguarded. “More than I’ll ever deserve.”

- Bruce’s love is protective to the point of obsession. He’ll memorize every detail about your life—your routines, your favorite places, the things that make you smile—and use that knowledge to ensure you’re safe and happy. He’s not the kind to shower you with constant affection, but his actions speak volumes. Whether it’s placing a cup of tea on your desk without a word or standing vigil beside you on sleepless nights, Bruce’s love is steadfast and enduring.

- Yet, beneath his stoic exterior lies a man deeply afraid of loss. There will be moments when he pulls away, his fear of putting you in danger outweighing his desire to hold you close. But every time, he’ll come back, his apologies spoken in quiet, heartfelt gestures. He doesn’t love lightly, but when he does, it’s with a depth and intensity that feels unshakable.

- The first time he says “I love you,” it’s almost reluctant, as if the words themselves are too dangerous to utter. You’re sitting in the dim light of the Batcave, his hand resting over yours, when he finally speaks. “I love you,” he murmurs, his voice barely audible but filled with conviction. In that moment, you realize that Bruce Wayne’s love is a rare and precious thing, something he’ll fight to protect with everything he has.

Kal-El (Clark Kent) aka. Superman

- Clark Kent’s love is as warm and comforting as the Kansas sun. He’s the kind of person who makes everyone feel like they matter, but with you, there’s something extra in his gaze—a softness, a reverence, as though he can’t quite believe someone like you could exist. He sees you as his equal, his partner, and his home, and he never hesitates to let you know how much you mean to him.

- When you confess your feelings, Clark’s reaction is pure, unfiltered joy. His smile lights up the room, and his eyes shine with a mix of relief and happiness. “I was hoping you’d say that,” he admits, his voice full of warmth. He pulls you into a gentle embrace, his touch as careful as if you were made of glass. “I’ve felt this way about you for so long,” he says, and the sincerity in his tone leaves no room for doubt.

- Clark’s love is boundless and nurturing. He’s always there to support you, whether it’s offering a shoulder to cry on after a tough day or helping you chase your dreams. He believes in you wholeheartedly and never misses an opportunity to remind you of your worth. His affection is unassuming yet profound, rooted in a deep understanding of who you are.

- He’s not afraid to show his love, either. Clark is a romantic at heart, and he’ll surprise you with flowers, handwritten notes, and spontaneous trips to breathtaking places. But what truly sets his love apart is its unwavering consistency. No matter what challenges arise, you can always count on Clark to be there, his love as constant and dependable as the rising sun.

- The first time he says “I love you,” it’s in the quiet of Smallville, under a canopy of stars. He takes your hands in his, his thumb gently brushing against your skin, and looks at you with an expression so full of love it takes your breath away. “I love you,” he says, his voice steady and sure. And in that moment, you know that Clark Kent’s love is the foundation of a life you’ll always cherish.

Barry Allen aka. Flash

- Barry Allen’s love is like the speed he’s known for—fast, exhilarating, and impossible to ignore. He’s a whirlwind of energy and humor, always ready with a quick quip or a charming smile. But with you, he slows down, his usual frenetic pace giving way to a quiet attentiveness. You’re the calm in his storm, the person who makes him want to take his time and savor every moment.

- When you confess your feelings, Barry is caught completely off guard. “Wait—what?” he stammers, his mind racing even faster than usual. But when your words sink in, his face lights up with a grin that could rival the sun. “Are you serious? Because if you’re serious, I might actually explode from happiness right now.” He pulls you into a tight hug, his laughter ringing in your ears. “You have no idea how much I’ve wanted to hear that.”

- Barry’s love is playful and full of life. He’ll make you laugh when you’re feeling down, whisk you away on spontaneous adventures, and remind you of the joy in everyday moments. He’s the type to leave you silly notes, bring you your favorite coffee, and memorize all the little things that make you smile. With Barry, love is a constant source of joy and excitement.

- But his love isn’t just lighthearted; it’s deeply loyal. Barry has a heart as big as the universe, and once he’s given it to you, it’s yours completely. He’ll stand by your side through thick and thin, always ready to fight for you and with you. His love is a promise—a commitment to always be there, no matter what life throws your way.

- The first time he says “I love you,” it’s during a quiet moment after a day of chaos. You’re sitting together, his hand entwined with yours, when he suddenly blurts it out. “I love you,” he says, his voice soft but filled with certainty. He looks at you with a mix of excitement and vulnerability, and in that moment, you know that Barry Allen’s love is as boundless and beautiful as the man himself.

Diana of Themyscira aka. Wonder Woman

- Diana’s love is as timeless and powerful as the gods themselves. She carries herself with a grace and strength that leaves everyone in awe, but with you, there’s a tenderness that softens her warrior’s heart. She sees you as her equal, her partner, and her confidante, and she never hesitates to tell you how much she values and admires you.

- When you confess your feelings, Diana’s reaction is both calm and profound. She listens intently, her piercing blue eyes locked on yours, and when you’re done, she smiles—a radiant, genuine smile that feels like sunlight breaking through the clouds. “I have loved you for some time,” she admits, her voice steady and sincere. “I was simply waiting for the right moment to tell you.”

- Diana’s love is deeply romantic and rooted in respect. She’ll write you letters in ancient languages, take you on walks through breathtaking landscapes, and share with you the stories and traditions of her people. Her love is both a celebration and a commitment, a promise to honor and cherish you for as long as the Fates allow.

- She’s fiercely protective of you, not because she doubts your strength but because her love for you is all-encompassing. Diana believes in the power of partnership, and she’ll always stand beside you, ready to face whatever challenges come your way. Her love is a source of strength, a reminder that you are never alone.

- The first time she says “I love you,” it’s in a moment of perfect stillness. You’re standing together, the world quiet around you, when she takes your hand and looks into your eyes. “I love you,” she says, her voice as steady and unyielding as the tides. And in that moment, you realize that Diana’s love is a gift as eternal and unwavering as the Amazon herself.

Arthur Curry aka. Aquaman

- Arthur Curry’s love is as vast and untamed as the ocean he calls home. He’s bold and confident, with a wit as sharp as his trident, but with you, there’s a gentleness that balances his wild nature. You bring out a side of him that few get to see—the man behind the king, the heart behind the warrior.

- When you confess your feelings, Arthur’s reaction is immediate and heartfelt. “Finally!” he says with a grin, his deep laughter echoing around you. He pulls you into a bear hug, his strength evident but his touch careful. “I’ve been waiting for you to say that,” he admits, his tone teasing but his eyes filled with emotion. “You just made my day, gorgeous.”

- Arthur’s love is passionate and all-encompassing. He’ll take you on adventures to the most breathtaking places, showing you the beauty of the world above and below the waves. He’ll teach you about his culture, his people, and his life, sharing every part of himself with you. With Arthur, love is a grand, sweeping tale of romance and adventure.

- But beneath his bravado lies a man deeply devoted to the ones he loves. Arthur is loyal to a fault, always ready to fight for you and protect you. He’s not afraid to wear his heart on his sleeve, and he makes sure you know just how much you mean to him every single day. His love is as vast and enduring as the ocean itself.

- The first time he says “I love you,” it’s during a sunset by the sea. The waves crash gently against the shore as he turns to you, his expression serious but his eyes filled with warmth. “I love you,” he says simply, his voice carrying the weight of his feelings. And as he takes your hand in his, you realize that Arthur Curry’s love is as deep and infinite as the waters he rules.

Hal Jordan aka. Green Lantern

- Hal Jordan’s love is electric, a thrill ride of passion and adventure. He’s the type of man who lights up a room with his confidence and charm, but with you, there’s something more. You notice how his cocky smirk softens when he looks at you, how his bravado falters ever so slightly when you’re near. For all his boldness, Hal’s heart is surprisingly vulnerable, and with you, he’s willing to let his guard down.

- When you confess your feelings, Hal’s reaction is immediate and full of his signature flair. “I knew it!” he exclaims, his grin wide and mischievous. But then, as he takes in the seriousness of your expression, his tone softens. “I mean… I hoped. God, I hoped.” He reaches for your hand, his touch firm yet tender. “You’ve made me the happiest guy in the galaxy,” he says, his voice low and sincere.

- Hal’s love is bold and unrestrained. He’s the type to sweep you off your feet—literally, if his ring is involved. Whether it’s a romantic dinner under the stars or a spontaneous trip across the cosmos, Hal’s affection is as grand and uncontainable as his willpower. With him, life is an adventure, and you’re his favorite co-pilot.

- Yet, beneath his larger-than-life personality lies a man who fears losing the people he loves. Hal will go to great lengths to protect you, even if it means putting himself in danger. His love is fiercely loyal, and he’ll fight tooth and nail to keep you safe and happy. He might not always say the right thing, but his actions leave no doubt about how much he cares.

- The first time he says “I love you,” it’s during a quiet moment after a whirlwind day. You’re sitting together, the glow of his ring casting a soft light between you, when he finally speaks. “I love you,” he says, his voice steady but tinged with vulnerability. And as he looks at you, his usual bravado replaced with raw honesty, you realize that Hal Jordan’s love is as boundless and bright as the stars he soars among.

Oliver Queen aka. Green Arrow

- Oliver Queen’s love is as intense and passionate as the man himself. He’s a natural charmer, his wit and charisma drawing people to him, but with you, there’s an undeniable depth. You’ve seen past the swagger and the quips to the man underneath—the one who fights tirelessly for what he believes in, the one who loves with every fiber of his being.

- When you confess your feelings, Oliver’s initial reaction is a playful smirk. “Took you long enough,” he teases, his green eyes sparkling with mischief. But then he sees the emotion in your gaze, and his expression softens. “I’m kidding,” he says, his voice dropping to a tender whisper. “I’ve been waiting for this moment for longer than I can say.” He pulls you into a heartfelt embrace, his touch reassuring and warm.

- Oliver’s love is all-encompassing and unapologetic. He showers you with attention, making you feel like the most important person in the world. Whether it’s surprising you with your favorite flowers or planning elaborate dates, Oliver goes out of his way to show you how much he cares. With him, love is a grand gesture followed by quiet moments of pure intimacy.

- He’s fiercely protective of you, sometimes to the point of stubbornness. Oliver’s past has taught him the value of the people he loves, and he’s determined to keep you safe, even if it means butting heads with you from time to time. But his love is also deeply respectful—he admires your strength and independence, and he’s always your biggest cheerleader.

- The first time he says “I love you,” it’s during a quiet evening in his loft. The city lights twinkle outside as he takes your hand, his thumb brushing against your knuckles. “I love you,” he says, his voice steady and full of emotion. And in that moment, you know that Oliver Queen’s love is as fierce and unrelenting as the man himself.

John Constantine aka. Hellblazer

- John Constantine’s love is like the magic he wields—dangerous, unpredictable, and utterly captivating. He’s a man haunted by his past, his cynicism and sharp wit serving as armor against the world. But with you, there’s something different. You see the cracks in his facade, the moments when his sarcasm gives way to vulnerability, and it’s in those moments that you realize how deeply he feels for you.

- When you confess your feelings, John’s first reaction is disbelief. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” he mutters, running a hand through his messy blond hair. But when he sees the sincerity in your eyes, his smirk fades. “Bloody hell,” he says softly, his voice tinged with something akin to hope. “You’ve no idea what you’re getting yourself into.” But then he steps closer, his gaze locking onto yours. “And yet, here you are.”

- John’s love is messy and complicated, but it’s real. He shows his affection in unconventional ways—charming you with his dry humor, slipping protective wards into your pocket, or staying up all night to ensure you’re safe. He’s not the type for grand romantic gestures, but his devotion is unmistakable. When John Constantine loves, he loves with every shattered piece of his soul.

- He’ll try to push you away at times, convinced that he’s bad news and that you deserve better. But your presence becomes his anchor, your belief in him a light in his darkest moments. He’ll fight his demons—literal and metaphorical—for you, and he’ll do it with a determination that surprises even himself.

- The first time he says “I love you,” it’s during a rare moment of vulnerability. You’re sitting together, the scent of cigarettes and magic lingering in the air, when he finally speaks. “I love you,” he says, his voice barely above a whisper. He looks at you as if you’re the only thing keeping him from falling apart, and in that moment, you know that John Constantine’s love is as dangerous and beautiful as the man himself.

Roy Harper aka. Arsenal

- Roy Harper’s love is like wildfire—intense, passionate, and impossible to contain. He’s got a cocky grin and a sharp wit, but with you, there’s a softness that no one else sees. You bring out the best in him, grounding him when he’s lost and lifting him up when he doubts himself. With you, Roy feels like he’s finally found a place where he belongs.

- When you confess your feelings, Roy’s initial reaction is to laugh nervously. “You’re messing with me, right?” he asks, his voice tinged with disbelief. But when he realizes you’re serious, his grin spreads wide, and he pulls you into a tight hug. “I can’t believe this is real,” he murmurs, his voice thick with emotion. “You’re everything I’ve ever wanted.”

- Roy’s love is full of energy and affection. He’s the type to surprise you with spontaneous road trips, serenade you with his guitar, or stay up all night talking about anything and everything. His love is raw and unfiltered, a reflection of his vibrant personality. With him, life is never boring, and every moment feels like an adventure.

- But Roy’s love also comes with a deep sense of loyalty. He’s been through hell and back, and he’s determined to protect the people he cares about. He’ll stand by your side through thick and thin, always ready to fight for you. His love is a promise—a commitment to be there, no matter what life throws your way.

- The first time he says “I love you,” it’s during a quiet moment after a day full of chaos. You’re sitting together, his arm draped around your shoulders, when he leans in and whispers it. “I love you,” he says, his voice steady but filled with emotion. And as he looks into your eyes, you know that Roy Harper’s love is as fierce and unyielding as the man himself.

Koriand’r aka. Starfire

- Koriand’r’s love is as radiant and warm as the star that gives her her name. She’s a being of pure emotion, unafraid to express her feelings and embrace the beauty of life. With you, her joy seems boundless, her golden eyes lighting up whenever you’re near. Koriand’r loves openly and without reservation, her affection a beacon of light in your life.

- When you confess your feelings, Koriand’r’s reaction is immediate and enthusiastic. “You love me?” she exclaims, her voice filled with joy. She wraps you in a tight embrace, lifting you off the ground with her otherworldly strength. “Oh, this is wonderful news!” she says, her smile as bright as the sun. “I, too, have been experiencing the feelings of love for you.”

- Koriand’r’s love is as passionate as it is nurturing. She’ll shower you with affection, from tender kisses to heartfelt words of admiration. She’s not shy about expressing how much you mean to her, whether it’s through grand romantic gestures or the way she holds your hand as if it’s the most natural thing in the world. With Koriand’r, love feels like a celebration of life itself.

- Her love is also deeply protective. Koriand’r is a warrior, and she’ll go to great lengths to keep you safe. But her protective nature is balanced by her respect for your strength and independence. She sees you as her equal, her partner, and she’ll always stand by your side, ready to face any challenge together.

- The first time she says “I love you,” it’s in a moment of pure sincerity. You’re standing under the night sky, the stars reflected in her glowing eyes, when she takes your hands in hers. “I love you,” she says, her voice filled with unshakable conviction. And in that moment, you know that Koriand’r’s love is as eternal and brilliant as the universe she comes from.

Kara Zor-El aka. Supergirl

- Kara Zor-El’s love is as vibrant and hopeful as her spirit. She’s the type to wear her heart on her sleeve, her emotions shining as brightly as the sun that fuels her strength. With you, her usual confidence and determination soften into a radiant tenderness. You are her constant in a world she’s still learning to navigate, and she treasures you for it.

- When you confess your feelings, Kara’s reaction is pure, unfiltered joy. Her face lights up, and she lets out a delighted laugh before pulling you into an exuberant hug that leaves your feet dangling off the ground. “I was hoping you’d say that!” she exclaims, her cheeks flushed with happiness. She’s practically glowing as she sets you down, her eyes sparkling with unshed tears.

- Kara’s love is enthusiastic and heartfelt. She’s the kind of partner who will go out of her way to make you smile, whether it’s through a simple gesture like bringing you your favorite treat or flying you to the top of a mountain to watch the sunrise. Her affection is limitless, her joy in loving you written in every action and word.

- Beneath her cheerful exterior, Kara’s love carries a profound sense of responsibility. She’s lost so much in her life, and she’s determined never to lose you. She’s fiercely protective, and her Kryptonian strength is matched only by the strength of her devotion. You are her beacon, her anchor, and she will do everything in her power to keep you safe and happy.

- The first time she says “I love you,” it’s under the night sky, the stars above reminding her of Krypton and the new life she’s built on Earth. She takes your hands in hers, her grip firm but gentle, and gazes into your eyes. “I love you,” she says softly, her voice steady and full of emotion. And in that moment, you realize that Kara’s love is as boundless and beautiful as the universe itself.

Slade Wilson aka. Deathstroke

- Slade Wilson’s love is a storm—dangerous, intense, and undeniably captivating. He’s a man of contradictions: cold and calculating in the field, yet deeply passionate and fiercely protective in his private life. With you, his sharp edges soften just enough to let you see the man beneath the mask. He doesn’t say much, but his actions speak volumes, showing a loyalty and devotion that few would ever suspect.

- When you confess your feelings, Slade’s reaction is understated yet deeply impactful. He raises an eyebrow, his lips twitching into a faint smirk. “You’re braver than I thought,” he murmurs, his tone teasing but his eyes serious. After a moment’s pause, he steps closer, his voice dropping to a low rumble. “I feel the same way.” It’s not much, but from Slade, it feels like the world.

- Slade’s love is protective to the point of obsession. He keeps a close eye on you, ensuring you’re safe at all times, even if it means using his vast network of contacts to do so. He’s not one for grand romantic gestures, but his love is evident in the way he ensures your every need is met, often before you even realize you need something.

- He struggles with vulnerability, but with you, he’s learning to let his guard down. There will be moments when he shares pieces of his past, his voice tinged with regret and longing. These moments are rare, but they are raw and genuine, a testament to how deeply he trusts and values you.

- The first time he says “I love you,” it’s in the heat of a dangerous situation. You’re both caught in the middle of chaos, and he pulls you close, his voice low and urgent. “I love you,” he says, his words carrying a weight that leaves you breathless. And in that moment, you know that Slade’s love, though complicated and intense, is utterly unbreakable.

Kent Nelson aka. Dr. Fate

- Kent Nelson’s love is as mysterious and timeless as the magic he wields. He’s a man caught between two worlds, the mortal and the mystical, but with you, he feels grounded. You’re his sanctuary, the one who reminds him of the beauty of the human experience amidst the chaos of his responsibilities. His love is quiet, contemplative, and profound.

- When you confess your feelings, Kent’s reaction is thoughtful and deliberate. He listens carefully, his piercing gaze never leaving yours. When you finish, a soft smile graces his lips. “I’ve known,” he says simply, his voice like a soothing melody. “And I’ve felt the same for longer than I care to admit.” He cups your face in his hands, his touch warm and reassuring.

- Kent’s love is expressed in subtle, meaningful ways. He’ll leave you protective charms or enchantments, quietly ensuring your safety. He’ll share with you the wonders of the mystical realms, guiding you through breathtaking landscapes that most mortals can only dream of. His affection is a blend of earthly passion and otherworldly awe.

- He carries a heavy burden as Dr. Fate, and there are times when his responsibilities pull him away. But he always returns to you, his love for you a constant amid the ever-changing tides of his life. He sees you as his anchor, the one who keeps him tethered to humanity when the weight of the Helmet threatens to consume him.

- The first time he says “I love you,” it’s in a moment of stillness after a harrowing battle. The two of you sit together, the air thick with the lingering scent of magic, and he takes your hand in his. “I love you,” he says softly, his voice carrying the weight of eternity. And in that moment, you know that Kent Nelson’s love is as eternal and enduring as the forces he commands.

Rachel Roth aka. Raven

- Rachel Roth’s love is quiet, introspective, and deeply transformative. She’s a woman who guards her heart fiercely, her emotions kept under lock and key to protect both herself and others. But with you, she feels safe enough to let those walls crumble, revealing a depth of feeling that’s as beautiful as it is overwhelming.

- When you confess your feelings, Rachel’s reaction is a mixture of surprise and trepidation. Her dark eyes widen, and she hesitates, as if unsure whether she deserves the love you’re offering. But when she sees the sincerity in your gaze, her lips curve into a small, genuine smile. “I feel the same,” she whispers, her voice barely audible but filled with raw emotion.

- Rachel’s love is understated but deeply meaningful. She’s not one for grand declarations, but her actions speak volumes. Whether it’s staying up late to comfort you after a bad day or sharing her favorite books and music with you, her affection is woven into the quiet moments you share together.

- She struggles with the darkness inside her, but your presence is a light that helps her keep it at bay. You give her hope, reminding her that she’s more than the sum of her fears and doubts. With you, she feels understood and accepted, and she cherishes you for it.

- The first time she says “I love you,” it’s in the sanctuary of her room, the air filled with the scent of incense and candlelight. She looks at you with a mixture of vulnerability and determination, her voice steady but soft. “I love you,” she says, her words a rare and precious gift. And in that moment, you know that Rachel Roth’s love is as profound and enduring as the soul that carries it.

Zatanna Zatara aka. Zatanna

- Zatanna’s love is as enchanting and dazzling as her magic. She’s a performer at heart, her charm and charisma lighting up every room she enters. But with you, there’s no need for stage lights or illusions—her love for you is genuine and unadorned, a reflection of her true self.

- When you confess your feelings, Zatanna’s reaction is theatrical in the best way. Her face lights up with excitement, and she immediately conjures a flurry of sparkling lights around you. “You love me?” she exclaims, her voice filled with delight. She takes your hands in hers, her expression radiant. “Good, because I’ve been in love with you for ages.”

- Zatanna’s love is playful and full of wonder. She’ll surprise you with magical displays of affection, from enchanted flowers that never wilt to whispered words of love spelled out in the stars. With her, every day feels like a fairytale, her magic infusing even the smallest moments with beauty and joy.

- Beneath her dazzling exterior lies a woman who feels deeply and loves fiercely. Zatanna is fiercely protective of you, using her magic to shield you from harm and her determination to ensure your happiness. She’ll stand by your side through every challenge, her love unwavering and steadfast.

- The first time she says “I love you,” it’s during a quiet moment after one of her performances. The two of you are alone backstage, the glow of the stage lights fading into the distance. She takes your face in her hands, her gaze soft and full of emotion. “I love you,” she says, her voice steady and sure. And in that moment, you know that Zatanna Zatara’s love is as magical and eternal as the spells she weaves.

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NATAL OBSERVATIONS

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Jupiter in 2nd,4th,10th - these people usually end up successful through finacial/career endevours as well as homes and physical property. usually comes into effect after your saturn returm

Aries Mars/Mars in 1st house - people with these placements express thier anger openly and loudly. Both my parents had Mars in Aries and it was a war zone when they were arguing.

Cancer Moons- This placement can create a very moody individual. While they are SUPER sweet and caring, they also have quick tempers when triggered

Aquarius Personal Planet Placements - I know aqua's get dragged for being emotionless BUT that is only on the outside! Internally, Aqua's feel EVERYTHING. They just have a very detached way of expressing thier emotions.

Grand Trines - Most people don't activily use thier GT to their benefit. Having 1 or more GT's can make the areas of your life that are connected in the GT TOO EASY. Almsot so easy that we forget to put in the extra work to get the best out of the aspect!

Chart Rulers - The rular of your chart can show how you are naturally suppose to navigate through life.

Ex: Ruler -Sun

You are meant to use your creative and expressive personality to navigate through life. When you do, you will stand out tramendously in the world and forward moving energy will be consistant.

South Node House Placement - The traits associated with the house your sn is in can show your secret traits from your past life that your can use sparingly in your current journey tword your North Node

EX: south node in 10th house/NN in 4th

You are blessed with so many benefical go getter career traits! You were the big boss in your past and shoud Incorporate these traits with your north node in the 4th house placement.

Feel like you don't have what it takes to run your own household?

Use your Multitasking, Athoritative and Business skills to care for your househouse

SYNASTRY OBSERVATIONS

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1. Sun-Sun Conjunction: Shared Identity

Observation: When one person's Sun is conjunct (in the same place as) the other person's Sun, they often share similar core identities and life goals.

Explanation: This aspect can create a strong sense of understanding and identification with each other. It’s like looking into a mirror; these individuals often feel a deep connection and mutual respect.

2. Moon-Moon Harmony: Emotional Understanding

Observation: Harmonious aspects (like trines or sextiles) between two people's Moons suggest a deep emotional understanding and comfort.

Explanation: Their emotional rhythms and needs align well, making it easier for them to empathize with and nurture each other. It's akin to speaking the same emotional language.

3. Venus-Mars Aspect: Attraction Dynamics

Observation: When someone’s Venus (planet of love) forms an aspect with another person's Mars (planet of desire), it indicates a strong physical and romantic attraction.

Explanation: This aspect can spark instant chemistry, creating a dynamic and exciting interaction. The Venus person is drawn to the Mars person’s assertiveness, while the Mars person appreciates the Venus person’s aesthetic and charm.

4. Mercury Conjunct Mercury: Intellectual Bond

Observation: A conjunction between two people's Mercuries suggests a meeting of the minds.

Explanation: This aspect fosters open communication, mutual understanding, and shared interests. It’s like being on the same wavelength intellectually, making conversations flow easily and enjoyably.

5. Moon Opposite Saturn: Emotional Responsibility

Observation: When one person's Moon opposes another's Saturn, it can indicate a relationship where emotional support meets responsibility and structure.

Explanation: The Moon person provides warmth and emotional understanding, while the Saturn person offers stability and teaches valuable life lessons. However, if not balanced, it could lead to feelings of coldness or emotional distance.

6. Sun Square Pluto: Transformative Challenges

Observation: A square between one person's Sun and another's Pluto often brings intense, transformative challenges to the relationship.

Explanation: This aspect can create power struggles or deep psychological confrontations. However, if navigated wisely, it can lead to profound personal growth and transformation for both individuals.

7. Jupiter Trine Venus: Shared Joy and Growth

Observation: A trine between one person’s Jupiter and another’s Venus indicates a joyful, growth-oriented relationship.

Explanation: There's an abundance of warmth, generosity, and shared values. This aspect enhances mutual appreciation and can bring luck and prosperity to the relationship.

8. Saturn Sextile Pluto: Building Together

Observation: When one person's Saturn forms a sextile with another's Pluto, it suggests the ability to build something enduring together.

Explanation: This aspect offers a blend of discipline (Saturn) and transformation (Pluto), enabling the couple to work through obstacles and effect substantial changes together. It’s about resilience and mutual empowerment.

9. Uranus Opposite Venus: Unpredictable Attractions

Observation: An opposition between one person's Uranus and another's Venus can create an unpredictable, electric attraction.

Explanation: This aspect can bring excitement and spontaneity but also instability to the relationship. The Uranus person shakes up the Venus person’s concept of love and beauty, while the Venus person may seek more stability and commitment.

10. Neptune Trine Mars: Inspired Actions

Observation: A trine between one person’s Neptune and another’s Mars indicates a relationship where dreams inspire action.

Explanation: The Mars person’s drive and ambition are creatively inspired by the Neptune person's ideals and imagination. Together, they can turn visions into reality, combining passion with compassion.

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brujamala-aka-gigi · 2 months ago

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During times like these where things move too fast and everything feels overly chaotic, it becomes clear that we all need our time to rest and to enjoy ourselves in the company of others. Loneliness is usually enjoyable when it's a choice, but sometimes it might not be the case. This reading is meant as encouragement for you to value what you bring to others and know what could be given to you. I understand how hard it is sometimes to have the time and energy to put into socializing, but hopefully there's something in here that makes you glad you put the effort on it.

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KING OF WANDS

I think this card is really calling you out for not trusting your journey to prosperity. It seems to me that you doubt yourself due to not being traditionally successful or not having an easy to see abundance in your life. You are not entirely sure on why people rely on you so much, or what it is that they are drawn to. The warmth and the comfort others make you feel, the safety and the contempt, and the inspiration they give you, is a reflection of what you are naturally putting out in the word. It might not be intentional from you, but plenty of people are impressed by your virtues. Your creativity and your motivation are pretty contagious, people are drawn to you because your energy attracts abundance beyond material gains. A passionate individual like you, shines the most when it's possible to be mindful of others’ needs and expectations without making them the main reason why you are what you are. People look up to you in the same way you look up to them, so be careful when putting someone or something on a pedestal, idealization takes too much away from the humane beauty of individuals and their creations. Respect comes before admiration.

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TEN OF DISKS

This is a really nice “sharing is caring” type of vibe. Generosity and solidarity are really important values to look for in any space. You are naturally altruistic and you want everyone to feel as comfortable and cared for as you feel. It's key that you can enjoy belonging to places where there's a sense of order that's not oppressive, but instead feels natural and coherent to preserve balance and unity. You need to be surrounded by people who share similar ambitions, values, ideals and short term objectives with you, as this is how you form the deepest connections and how you find confidence to build a life filled with contempt. Don't be afraid to ask for help, even if you are usually the one helping out others. It's very likely you are underestimating how equally altruistic and caring others are willing to be with you. And also, don't fall for unhealthy competitive behaviors affecting your energy. Everyone has their own merit, and nobody that's worth your time will try to force you into hierarchical dynamics. Embrace equity and cherish it as a source of power, this is the best way to ensure you and your loved ones are capable of experiencing success and fulfillment without it being overly demanding in a negative way.

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At this point in time it is necessary for you to surround yourself with people who understand your struggles and are willing to stand with you whenever you are facing adversities. Empathy and understanding are always valued, but you are in need of places where you can feel supported beyond emotional matters, you also need to nurture your ability to take action and grow alongside individuals wanting to better themselves. You might feel misunderstood from time to time, maybe your journey towards peace of mind and contempt being underestimated. I promise you there are places and people who share your struggles and also share your objectives, and there's also people who can comprehend the depths of your process. There's nothing wrong with wanting or needing support outside the spaces you already belong to as long as you value the effort from those who don't quite get it yet. Sometimes shared experiences are key for developing connections that feel nurturing, and sometimes they are not. I think it would be really positive for you to share your development process in places where everyone is on the same page or close enough. You have a lot to learn, but also a lot to teach.

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PAC : How to express your sexual self ? (18+)

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PILE 1

2 cups (reverse), 3 swords (reverse), 3 pentacles, 4 pentacles

Y’all are dealing with a partner that sabotages you but they are not the only one. You guys are out here playing super hero saving everyone except for focusing on nurturing your garden. You don’t even have enough in your cup but nah u out here pouring in everybody cups. I do understand that you have children so you need to pour into their cup unconditionally. Since you are outhere saving others but yourself you are drained mentally which has a major impact on your mother/father hood. Your kids deserve the best version of yourself so cut with no second thought anything draining you.

Stop having sex with them ! Every time your partner wants to get in your good graces they create a sexual tension and all the sudden you forgive all they are wrong doing. You are so damm predictable that they don’t even fucking try changing. Ever since I started pulling card for people, I realize how people are ready to stay in broken relationships because it is not toxic enough to leave. Like the fact that u are always unhappy should be the limit. Nah y’all want to get beaten on, cheated on or financially abused before calling it a quit. Y’all need to feel completely defeated before standing up for yourself. Such a mindset is so dangerous, especially when u have children. Because you should not accept any kind of abuse before leaving and it shows how low your self worth really is. For y’all specifically, you don’t want to leave your partner,ok , then open your mouth. Express that you have had enough and REQUIRE fucking change. Stop letting yourself down chasing for perfection only you can create. Going to therapy is necessary to work together towards y’all happy ending. Is not going to fall from the sky. Babe you are kissing their neck, sucking on their nipples, caressing their body and giving them the best head while they finish a second time inside u. Great but where is your pleasure? They don’t even try to please you and since you don’t complain they think they are doing an amazing job. Break their bubble, you are worth too much to be suffering in silence. Express yourself + stand on business + put your sexual need first = a PROPER expression of your sexual self allowing you to receive what you need and deserve.

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PILE 2

10 cups (reverse), queen swords (reverse), 6 pentacles, Strength

Don’t stay content, I always advise my environment to go after fulfillment. Meaning don’t let just anybody in our sexual energy. Y’all don’t need to be this dark feminine energy to improve your sexual life. You can be approachable and untouchable. Y’all are my charming babe and you have a beautiful warmth about you but you let anybody enjoy it. Sexually you settle for the worst bare minimum because you care a lot about your reputation. Which leads you to embody a more desperate energy because you want to feel accepted so bad. Wanting to feel seen by any kind of community we cherish is normal but ready to do anything to feel accepted is not ok. Losing yourself to achieve a goal that doesn't serve you personally but to keep up a public image is actually crazy. Take a grip ! Is your life. You decide who want to fuck, when and how !You know what you desire as your dream life, so you should only judge yourself upon your own standard. Since it is YOUR life. You are too worried about what people are saying behind your back. Y’all may be in uni and part of Greek life. In the vision, you're wearing clean white airforces, with white socks, on your knees just in a beautiful white lace push up bra giving head. I’m hearing: ‘’ Mhmmm thx babe … it’s amazing’’ after you slow down. You quickly realize you got fuck over because the person you dealt with did not do any move to have to try to please you orally or even with penetration. Leaving you in a random room with no aftercare. You did not even want to deal with them but you were scared of the rumor that may start if you don’t let them ‘’hit’’. Also you want to build stamina, but to build stamina you must practice. First stand on business regarding the happiness of your sex life. Realize that only you have the power to change that. Realize how powerful you really are, you get to decide if you want to get laid, if you want to give head, if you even want to engage sexually. Stop giving your body away. Second, it is ok to have sexual goals and just like regular goals you must build a plan to reach it. Build a standard in what you search for and a partner and allow yourself to have a FWB or a relationship where the person you are dealing with is in energy to teach you how to have sex. Because you may be the type to cum to quickly and you don’t like that. Standard + Owning your sexual self + finding the right partner = Better expression of your sexual self.

💌 : You really need to step the fuck out these desperation energy before you created a circle of bad habit which can hinder your quality of life since it will bring self sabotage. Also do not confess your feeling to that looser just because he is the only that has enough balls to come up to you does not mean that he deserve you. You know damm well you deserve better. If you wanna know how to build up your sexual confident, you can listen to this which will also unlock extra content.

PILE 3

7 pentacles (reverse), queen swords (reverse), 7 cups, 10 cups

Y’all feel the sexiest when you are making money. Is not about beauty maintenance, it is just when your finances are unbalanced you feel unhappy.

You are confused about the sexual energy poured into yourself. Y'all may have been the ‘’ugly duckling ‘’ growing up and now you have those sexual suitors popping left and right. You had a boob job, nose job, a bbl… anyway you had your worst physical insecurity fix. There’s some shadow work that has to be done around self esteem. Getting surgery in my opinion is a fixing matter regarding a deep issue. Don’t get me worn out babe, I am all in for the vanity (You need to see the length i go to protect my beauty) but when you still feel unfulfilling before fixing everything understand where the problem is really coming from. Otherwise you are going to spend a whole lifetime fixing yourself. I see a graph of exponent function and that’s the representation of your body count. Almost all of them disappoint you sexually. I’m hearing : ‘’ I don’t understand all the obsession around sex and have a lot of it…’’ The reality is that you guys are simulated by the mind. Also don’t feel ashamed of yourself. Sometimes while healing we created a wound chasing after a feeling. You hurt yourself and it is ok you can heal it too. There’s 2 types of people in the world: the body or the mind and it opens a spectrum of each. You guys need to feel safe, loved and seen to experience the big ‘’o’’. You need somebody that lives to learn about you and make it their priority to please you. You need gentle sex, whisper of sweet nothing and the loving embrace to express your equal freely. Shadow work + real love + self forgiveness = Ideal sexual expression.

💌 : Also do not fall for the people that are looking for a savior in love. You guys are amazing lover and would make amazing partner a lot a offer is going to come your way and many of them are going to be codependent and toxic people hiding under innocent mask. Heads up. If you wanna know how to build up your sexual confident, you can listen to this which will also unlock extra content.

PILE 4

10 wands (reverse), 4 cup (reverse), Star (reverse) and queen pentacles (reverse)

Pile 4, you need to make the time to prioritize yourself. I see somebody sleeping late, waking up late, rushing to get ready, wearing the same outfit, having the worst work ethic (your manager may have flagged you about it), and going back home to an extremely messy home. When all you really want is to have enough time in the morning to go to the gym, take good care of your body, do your makeup, wear a beautiful and clean outfit, go after the promotion you deserve and come back home to a clean house. Y’all cars may also be extremely messy. In your case to feel the sexiest is not just about the looks but how much you pour into yourself. Also need to do some shadow work regarding your body. Y’all may have suffered with ED and you have recently ( 6 months +) recovered fully but you refuse to touch yourself sexually because you don’t love your body. Is not pretty enough. First y’all better go ahead and purchase that sex toy. If you wanted a confirmation … here u have it. Pleasure yourself, enjoy yourself, look at yourself naked in the mirror. Obviously take baby steps in the journey not to trigger anything but it needs to be done. Since you keep hoping that a special someone is going to come into your life and heal all your sexual habits. Nah babe you need to know yourself to achieve the pleasure you crave and attract the right one, first. Second, nobody likes to be in bed with someone overly insecure because it creates a blockage. Not knowing and learning is good. Having healthy insecurity is part of everyday life . But being as insecure as you are but you in an energy where you will be the worst lover to be with. I’m hearing : ‘’ If I had this…. If I had that…. I would not be like this….’’. Your victim mentality is about to cost you the dream life you deserve. Self love + prioritizing ‘’YOU’’+ saving yourself = the best way to express your sexual self which will help you become the sexiest version of yourself and attract your ideal partner.

💌 : You deserve a partner that is not going to be a shame to pull up with you. Stop falling for the one offering the bare minimum babe you do not have to work for love especially the one with ill intent. So make sure you park them to the left and you focus on loving yourself and never lowering your standard. If you wanna know how to build up your sexual confident, you can listen to this which will also unlock extra content.

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truevedicastrology · 4 months ago

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Your Emotional Superpower 🌙

Your Moon sign reveals your inner world, emotional needs, and instinctive reactions. Discover your lunar superpower

♈ Aries Moon:

Lightning-fast emotional processing ⚡

Courageous in facing feelings 🦸‍♀️

Passion that ignites inspiration 🔥

Emotional honesty and directness 🎯

Resilience that bounces back quickly 🦘

Enthusiasm that lifts others 🎈

Instinctive leadership in crises 🚀

♉ Taurus Moon:

Emotional steadiness like a mountain 🏔️

Comfort-seeking nature 🛋️

Deep appreciation for beauty 🌹

Patience that weathers any storm ⛈️

Loyalty that lasts a lifetime 🤝

Grounding presence for others 🌳

Ability to find joy in simple pleasures 🍓

♊ Gemini Moon:

Emotional flexibility and adaptability 🦎

Quick-witted responses to feelings 🧠

Curiosity about emotional experiences 🔍

Skill in articulating complex emotions 🗣️

Youthful spirit that uplifts 🎈

Ability to see multiple perspectives 👀

Emotional intelligence and communication 📞

♋ Cancer Moon:

Intuitive understanding of others 🔮

Nurturing nature that comforts all 🤗

Deep emotional memory 📚

Protective instincts for loved ones 🛡️

Ability to create a sense of home anywhere 🏡

Empathy that heals wounds 🩹

Emotional depth like the ocean 🌊

♌ Leo Moon:

Warmth that brightens any room ☀️

Generous heart full of love ❤️

Dramatic expression of feelings 🎭

Natural ability to uplift others 🎉

Confidence in emotional authenticity 💪

Loyalty that stands the test of time 👑

Creativity in emotional expression 🎨

♍ Virgo Moon:

Analytical approach to emotions 🔬

Ability to find practical solutions to feelings 🛠️

Attention to emotional details others miss 🔍

Desire to be of service when others are down 🤲

Skill in emotional problem-solving 🧩

Modest but deep feelings 🌱

Perfectionism in emotional care 💯

♎ Libra Moon:

Diplomatic handling of emotional conflicts ⚖️

Charm that soothes ruffled feelings 💫

Desire for emotional harmony 🕊️

Ability to see all sides of an emotional issue 👁️

Natural mediator in disputes 🤝

Appreciation for emotional aesthetics 🎭

Romantic approach to life and love 💖

♏ Scorpio Moon:

Emotional intensity that transforms 🦋

Ability to dive deep into feelings 🏊‍♀️

Intuitive understanding of hidden emotions 🕵️‍♀️

Passionate approach to emotional life ❤️‍🔥

Resilience through emotional extremes 💪

Loyalty that borders on possessiveness 🔒

Power to emotionally renew and rebuild 🏗️

♐ Sagittarius Moon:

Optimism that brightens dark moods 🌞

Philosophical approach to emotions 🧘‍♀️

Adventurous spirit in emotional exploration 🗺️

Honest expression of feelings 📣

Ability to find humor in emotional situations 😂

Freedom-loving emotional nature 🦅

Inspiring enthusiasm for life's journey 🚀

♑ Capricorn Moon:

Emotional self-control and maturity 🧘‍♂️

Responsible approach to feelings 📊

Ability to stay calm in emotional storms ⛈️

Determination to overcome emotional challenges 🏔️

Practical wisdom in handling emotions 🦉

Long-term emotional planning 🗓️

Quiet strength that others rely on �oak

♒ Aquarius Moon:

Unique and unconventional emotional style 🦄

Ability to detach and analyze feelings 🔬

Humanitarian approach to emotions 🌍

Innovative solutions to emotional problems 💡

Friendship-oriented emotional needs 👥

Open-mindedness to new emotional experiences 🌈

Visionary emotional intelligence 🔮

♓ Pisces Moon:

Boundless empathy and compassion 🌊

Intuitive understanding of others' feelings 🐬

Artistic expression of emotions 🎨

Ability to emotionally merge with surroundings 🌌

Dreamy and imaginative emotional life 💭

Spiritual approach to feelings 🕯️

Healing presence for others' emotional pain 🌿

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finniestoncrane · 4 months ago

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HELLO FINNIE!! HELLOO FINNIEE!!!

We already talked a bit about this but, would you make some headcanons about how all the mercs from TF2 would hug and comfort someone having a bad awful day?? Please and thank so very very much LOVE YOU 🧡

TF2 Merc Headcanons thank you gus gus for asking me for my very personal and no doubt completely off-canon opinions on the boys!! i too needed some comfort and hugs from them omg u-u i'm also very much hoping that these work platonically and romantically!! ❤️ request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: comfort, hugs, cheering up attempts

scout

he struggles to take things seriously, younger brother in a sitcom ass

"there, there, it could always be worse... i guess, maybe... probably not though this is pretty bad"

a gentle pat on the shoulder, and then another, and then another, and then a relatively painful whack to see if the shock works

playful teasing that maybe makes things worse at first, but makes you giggle

and then when he takes it too far, gives you a reason to pummel him, which lets you release some of the anger!!

even with his often blunt and immature response, there's always a sense that he cares deeply

it's there in his embrace, a one armed side-hug that pulls you in close while he asks you in his softest tone

"hey, you wanna go play baseball or somethin'?"

pyro

hugging isn't actually his go to response, and it's not third or fourth on his list either

first of all, he's taking you outside to set fire to something

it's cathartic, and fun, and dangerous!! and FIREY

then he's trying all of the things that make him happy!!

you can play dolls with him? or have a tea party with his stuffies!

or maybe you just wanna lay on your tummy on the floor and do some colouring in

but if none of that cheers you up, and he can't destroy the thing/person that made you sad

then he'd wrap his rubbery little hands around you and bring you in for the biggest squeeze he can offer

sniper

pack it up fellas, it's time to head out on a "touch some grass (or sand)" nature trip to cure the blues

you get to sit up front in the van, obviously

not in the back where you're bouncing off the walls and ceilings

he'll stop at every service station to get you a fun beverage or a snack on the off chance that it will make you crack even a little smile

and then you'll be out there in the world, safe because he's standing directly beside you

he's surprisingly big on physical affection, so he'll have you in a side hug most of the time, just to keep you comforted

and before he lets you go off to your room, he'll get out of the van and give you the biggest hug

full body, very warm, very gentle, completely silent

heavy

the gentle energy in him is in itself, quite intense

likely because he has all of this stored up nurturing and soft encouragement and gentle adoration

but his sisters don't really need it (and let's face it they never did, he just over worried)

so if he has a reason to love and comfort, he's taking it

you'd barely even have to utter a little word of sadness and he'd be wrapped around you

maybe so tight that you might have to get your ribs checked at the emergency room

but the bear hug is worth it

it's warm, safe, comforting, everything that heavy is

and bonus: he can lift anything and anyone

so if you need to be cradled like a leetle behbeh to get some sleep or to work through the sadness, then he can do that!!

soldier

TURN YOUR FROWN UPSIDE DOWN SOLDIER!!

there's so much to be grateful for!! like freedom!! and honey!! and guns!! and america!!

but if none of that works, he's willing to put his shirt back on just long enough to let you nuzzle into his chest for a hug

and if you're very lucky, you might feel another large set of arms around you

because if soldier is hugging you, then zhanna is joining in

maybe with a menacing reminder to stay away from her man

but still with enough warmth that you're surrounded from both angles and left with a fuzzy feeling in your chest

and a little bit sweet and sticky too...

medic

a sensible shoulder pat is his first port of call, because he's usually elbow deep in some body cavity or other

and there's not much he can offer in the way of extensive comfort that doesn't involve you being covered in blood, or worse

but once he's cleaned up, he's all OVER you

you're just a little dove in need of some snuggles

a little soft coo in your ear while he holds you close

a gentle stroke with his large hands so he doesn't hurt you, keeping things light and gentle, not intense (as he usually is)

face smothered in his chest as he rocks you back and forth and sings a deeply concerning lullaby

and then, if none of that works, he'd let you root around in his pile of "dead bits" for something to carve up

it really does let out all of the tension and stress

engineer

oh no don't be sad, he can't engineer his way out of this one...

or can he... OH!! maybe what you need is some comfort, he can do that

just give him 16-20 hours and a large amount of sheet metal and screws

he can work something out, like a little machine that can pat your head at different intervals depending on your needs

or a set of arms that can hug you, as well as deploy turrets and toss grenades!!

but you still look sad... perhaps, while you're waiting on him to create the cure for your sadness

you'd like a little hug?

and honestly, who can hug better than a short king with thick arms? perfect height, perfect squeeze, sweet little honied words to make you smile

absolute love bug with a perfect remedy (eventually...)

demoman

"do you want to drown your sorrows like a horrible wee beastie?"

"or do you want me to come over there and cuddle ye like a wee bairn?"

you can choose one or the other, or both!! either way your soul is going to feel lighter and warmer by the time he's finished with you

and, realistically, you're gonna get hugged either way

once he's drunk enough he won't be able to stop himself from holding you so tight you can't breathe, smooshing your cheeks between his palms, and just generally loving all over you

"yer a bonnie wee thing, i wish you never had to pout they wee lips"

he's slurring his words, but they're all meant with the greatest of sincerity

and you can bet he'd be just as willing to do it all sober

spy

he's a man of few words when it comes to comfort

somehow, despite his confidence in every other area and his preparation for every scenario, this one escapes him

the risks are a lot greater, somehow, than anything else

because he feels like he has to cheer you up, he has to make you feel better

anything less is a failure in his mind

so if you come to him with wet, sad little eyes he won't say a word

a quick grab of you by the shoulders, bringing you in to his room

where he'll wrap a robe around you and make you a nice omelette

and feed it to you in manageable bites

and give you a little tiny peck on the cheek and a quick tap on the head

and then a hug that could be formal or very romantic, it's hard to ascertain the meaning behind it, but it gives you exactly what you need without revealing anything

#x reader #team fortress 2 x reader #tf2 x reader #ok now all the blockable tags are out of the way lmaoooo #tf2 #team fortress 2 #finnie writes #tf2 sniper #tf2 engineer #tf2 medic #tf2 spy #tf2 scout #tf2 heavy #tf2 demoman #tf2 pyro #tf2 soldier

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nahoney22 · 6 months ago

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Happy Birthday 🌊

🫧 pairings: Hunter X Female!Reader

word count: 1.8k

prompts: none

A/N: For a special someone for their birthday. Happy birthday @photogirl894 ♥️ 🎂

It’s your first birthday without your loved ones nearby, however Hunter has a little surprise in store for you.

warnings: Safe for work, Fluff, Light Angst, Reader Missing Family, Mutual Pining, Friends to Lovers, First Kiss, The Batch Being the Sweetest, Present Giving, Surprise Birthday Celebrations, Female Reader, Not Proofread.

“So, I heard it’s someone’s birthday today?”

The voice is like a warm caress, and you spin around in the pilot’s chair, a soft smile already forming. Hunter stands in the doorway, his arms crossed, and that ever-gracious smirk playing on his lips. Stars above, how could one man be so effortlessly handsome and charming at the same time? His presence alone sends your heart into a wild rhythm.

You try to hide your bashfulness, a difficult feat given Hunter's heightened senses. You often wonder if he can hear the way your heart skips a beat whenever he talks to you, or if he can sense the blood rushing to your cheeks. “Hmm, I’m not too sure,” you say, pinching your chin in mock contemplation. “Remind me again?”

He chuckles, a sound that feels like a soft embrace, and walks towards you, placing a caring hand on your shoulder. “Happy birthday, trooper.”

His touch sends a warmth coursing through you, and you grin, though he quickly notices the smile doesn’t quite reach your eyes. His brows furrow slightly, a sign of his genuine concern. “Something the matter?”

“It’s just… it’s my first birthday without seeing my friends and family, so it feels a bit, I don’t know, different? I guess.”

It had been almost a year since you last visited your home planet. Being a medic for the squad meant you were always on call, patching up the boys and tending to Omega’s scraped knees. You loved your job and the Batch, especially one member more than the others. But celebrating your birthday without your other loved ones felt tougher than you had anticipated.

Hunter moves to the chair beside you, using his foot to gently spin you around to face him. “I guess it would be quite strange,” he acknowledges, leaning forward. “But we will make the day work, huh? Wrecker, Tech, Crosshair, and Echo want to take you out for breakfast this morning. Maybe go for a walk on the beach too.”

The thought of the boys offering to take you out for breakfast is sweet, but you can’t help the slight disappointment. “And you and Omega don’t want to come too?”

He shifts, suddenly looking a bit nervous. “Oh, erm, I just have to do some data logs and boring stuff, and Omega said her stomach hurts this morning.”

In an instant, you panic and stand. “What? Is she okay? Why didn’t she tell me?” You start to walk away to find her, your medical and nurturing instincts kicking in. But you’re stopped by a gentle hand grabbing hold of yours.

A warmth spreads up your fingers as you look down at the hand intertwined with yours, then up to the gentle eyes they belong to. “She’s okay, just sleeping.”

Your breath catches in your throat, unsure how to respond. Why was he holding your hand? Why hadn’t he let go yet? “O-Oh, I see.”

He smiles, another one of those smiles that often turn your knees to jelly. “I’m sure you’re going to have a great birthday,” he says fondly.

Your heart swells, a mixture of emotions swirling within you. Hunter’s presence, his touch, his words—they all have a way of making you feel seen and cherished in a way you hadn’t felt in a long time. You had liked him for the longest of time and you had a somewhat naive hunch he felt something for you too. You had seen the way he acted with women before and it was never the way he was with you. You didn’t want to get your hopes up but you couldn’t miss the way he looked at you.

Hunter’s hand lingers in yours, neither of you seeming to want to let go. The warmth of his touch sends a gentle thrill through you, and you find yourself completely lost in his eyes. Memories flood back: the countless times he had stood by your side, his protective nature, the soft, caring words he had for you after tough missions, and the gentle way he always made sure you were okay.

He steps closer, his eyes never leaving yours. You feel your heart pounding in your chest, breath hitching as the space between you seems to shrink. His face is inches from yours, and you can almost feel his breath when—

The moment is shattered as Wrecker bursts into the room, his loud, jovial voice breaking the spell. “Hey! Happy birthday!” he bellows, his enthusiasm filling the cockpit.

You and Hunter quickly pull apart, standing back as though caught doing something you shouldn’t. Wrecker’s massive arms envelop you in a bear hug, lifting you off your feet momentarily.

“Wrecker!” you laugh, your cheeks flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and lingering warmth from the almost-moment with Hunter.

The rest of the Batch filters in, each offering their birthday wishes. Echo’s smile is warm and genuine, Crosshair gives a nod of acknowledgment, and Tech adjusts his goggles as he speaks. “We should get going before all the good food spots are full. I’ve done extensive research and compiled a list of optimal breakfast locations.”

You chuckle and nod, grateful for the distraction. As you prepare to leave, you give a shy wave to Hunter. He returns it with a nod and a smile that makes your heart flutter once again. Once you’re gone, Omega peeks into the cockpit, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “Is she gone?”

Hunter nods, a small smile playing on his lips. “Let’s get to work.”

Breakfast is a yummy affair, filled with so much laughter juice nearly snorted out your nose at one point. With Tech having done his research, he led you all to a place where you could indulge in a variety of good dishes—crispy hash browns, fluffy pancakes drizzled with syrup, and a savoury omelette loaded with anything topping you could think of. Wrecker, of course, devours his food with unabashed enthusiasm, while Tech critiques the menu with a meticulous eye.

After breakfast as promised, the group of you heads to the beach. The sun is warm on your skin but a little too hot later on which meant you had to buy a straw hat by one of the nearby stalls, and the gentle waves lap at the shore.

As you lay on the sand, you watched on as the boys engage in light-hearted banter which soon lead to Wrecker and Crosshair ending up in a playful scuffle, each trying to push the other into the ocean. Their laughter is infectious, and you can’t help but join in, feeling a lightness you hadn’t in a while. But, the longing for your family was still there.

As the day winds down, Echo announces we need to return to the ship.

As soon as you step inside you’re greeted by the sight of decorations, a table laden with gifts and, and the people you love most in the galaxy. Your friends and family. Along with the Batch and Omega, who beams at you with pride.

Emotion wells up within you, your eyes watering instantly and you rush to your loved ones, pulling them into a tight embrace. “I can’t believe you guys are here!”

Echo approaches Hunter, clapping a hand on his shoulder. “Good job.” They both watch you wipe the tears of happiness from your eyes.

That evening, the festivities of your party slowly start to dwindle. The campfire that was made crackles gently, casting a warm glow on those around you.

After the games, laughter, and a satisfying barbecue, presents are exchanged. You always felt shy when receiving gifts and today was no different. Though you were very grateful.

Tech hands you a crafted gadget, its sleek design and functionality immediately appealing to your practical side. Crosshair, true to his stoic nature, offers a high-quality knife with a subtle smile, acknowledging its usefulness. You weren’t much of a fighter but maybe you could ask Hunter to teach you one day…

Echo gives you a beautifully bound journal with a smooth leather cover and crisp pages of flimsi. He knew you liked to make notes on your adventures and this just adds a more personal touch. Wrecker’s gift, a massive stuffed animal, brings out delighted laughter from you though the others weren’t too impressed with where it’ll fit on the ship.

As the night settles, Hunter catches your eye from across the fire and nods towards the lake. “Would you like to go for a walk?”

Curiosity piqued, you nod and follow him away from the glowing campfire and the soft chatter of your friends. The path to the lake is softly illuminated by the last hues of twilight. The sun has dipped below the horizon, leaving a trail of purples, pinks, and deep blues in the sky, reflected beautifully on the still waters of the lake.

The environment is serene, with the gentle rustling of leaves in the evening breeze and the distant sound of creatures stirring. The cool air carries the subtle scent of pine and freshwater, wrapping around you. Hunter walks beside you, his presence steady and calming which is what you always felt.

“Thank you for the surprise,” you say, your voice soft and sincere. “I promise not to ugly cry again.”

Hunter chuckles softly, the sound blending harmoniously with the natural ambiance. “I’m glad you enjoyed it. Are you wondering where your gift from me is?”

“Not at all, you already did so much!” You say quickly, hoping you hadn’t come across ungrateful at all. But he reassures you as you both come to a stop, away from the view of the others.

“It was nothing, you do so much for us so it’s only fair I do something in return.. but I do actually have a gift for you.” Reaching into his pocket, he pulls out a small box. Opening it, he reveals a stunning bracelet, an intricate mix of different shades of blue stones, woven together in a delicate design on a silver band. The twilight’s remaining light catches on the bracelet, making it shimmer softly.

You’re momentarily speechless, the beauty of the bracelet and the thoughtfulness of Hunter’s gesture leaving you stunned. Smiling gently, Hunter takes your hand, his touch warm, and slips the bracelet onto your wrist. “I don’t know how to thank you,” you whisper, emotion thick in your voice.

“You don’t need to thank me,” Hunter replies, his voice filled with warmth. He pauses, his eyes holding yours with a quiet intensity. “But maybe we could finish what was almost started this morning?” His tone hopeful

You didn’t expect him to bring it up again, in fact you momentarily forgot about it, but his words send a thrill through you. You nod, a shy smile playing on your lips. Hunter steps closer, his hand gently cupping your cheek. The touch is electric, sending a pleasant shiver down your spine.

The kiss is soft, slow, and tender, a sweet exploration of emotions that were long felt, but never spoken. The galaxy around you fades, leaving just the two of you in this perfect, timeless moment.

When you finally part, Hunter’s eyes are filled with warmth and affection. “Happy birthday, beautiful,” he whispers, his breath mingling with yours.

Your heart swells with happiness, and you realise that this birthday, surrounded by love is one you will cherish forever.

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