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[tyunphoria]

🌪️it’s a scream, BABY ! — h.js

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⚠️NSFW CONTENT⚠️

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ghostface!han jisung x reader

SYPNOSIS: when you thought you finally escaped that psycho who calls himself ghostface . . . think again. he always finds you.

INCLUDES: AFAB reader, ex!bf han jisung, pet names (baby, sweetheart, etc.), slight angst near the end if you squint, SMUTTT, aftercare, ngl kinda rushed oops.

WARNINGS: obsessive behaviour, threatening, mentions of death and murders, han having slight yandere tendencies, DOM!han, fingering, hair pulling, dacryphilia, praise, implied voice kink, knife play, fear play, finger-sucking, rough sex ig idk, begging.

wc: 3.7k

You approach the front door with relief, the aches in your feet swelling after a long day. "I'm home," you call out wearily.

Silence responds. No clattering of dishes from the kitchen, no muffled music from upstairs. Just the low whine of machinery emanating from somewhere.

Frowning, you kick off your heels, biting your lip against the sting of fresh blisters forming at the back of your ankles. Your shoulders slump as you drop onto the couch, its faded pattern doing little to lift your spirits.

Wincing, you massage the ache from your feet, inspecting the angry skin stretched tight over your swollen heels. Exhaustion seeps into your bones as the steady hum of the fan fades into the background. You lean your head back, eyes drifting shut against the gathering gloom. Slipping off your shoes was the first victory of what promises to be a long night ahead.

Laundry, mopping the floor, cleaning out the cupboards; fuck it, that can wait till tomorrow morning.

Sliding the uniform jacket from your shoulders, you sigh with the release of tension. The cool air hits your skin as you unbutton your work blouse, revealing a tank top beneath.

You adjust your skirt, glad to be free of the restrictive waistband and back into casual clothes. Glancing at the clock, you let out a sigh. Your roommate must be still working out late again. So much for a promised and well deserved girl’s night.

For now, though, you tune out the noise and settle further into the couch. Remote in hand, you aimlessly scroll through TV options in search of a mindless distraction. Anything to pull your exhausted mind from the drudgery of the day.

2 years, you frown.

It’s been two years since you’ve moved to seoul after the ghostface attacks from your hometown. You were lucky enough to survive, but the price of your survival was steep. It entailed enduring the loss of friends and family.

Till this day, it’s still a mystery as to who the killer was. Rather, killers as some people theorize.

But you know who he is.

You knew ghostface all too well.

How could you not ? He was the man you once loved and cared for. Until he went batshit insane and claimed to only be doing what’s best for the both of you by killing anyone who came in between your relationship.

You can’t tell the police. You can’t tell anyone. If his name happens to get leaked in the public, you’re the first person he’d go for.

“Stop thinking about him,” you groan, rubbing your temples. He’s probably dead in a ditch somewhere, why stress over it ? You settle on the news channel instead as you slump further into the couch.

“We interrupt your regular programming with breaking news. This is Lee Dae-suk reporting live from the scene. Just moments ago, authorities received a distress call by a janitor from HYBE Co.” you quickly sit up from your seat as you hear these words. That’s where you worked . . .

“Upon arrival, they discovered a chilling scene that has left investigators and the community in shock,” the reporter continues on with how there were two victims from your workplace suffering from injury and were rushed to the er, and the other two were found dead. “. . . the initials G.F. were carved on their chests. Detectives suspect that this traces back to the ghostface attacks of 2021 in [hometown]. We advise all citizens of seoul to be on high alert for potential suspects. Law enforcement officials advises everyone to stay indoors no longer than nine.

We will keep our viewers informed as this case unfolds. We now return to your regular scheduled programming brought to you by—“

You grab the remote and quickly shut off the tv.

“Shit, please f/n, answer your phone,” you gnaw on your nails whilst pacing around the living room. If this is the same ghostface, he must’ve followed you. It would be all your fault for leading him here. The thought makes you sick.

You dial her number again with shaking hands, desperate for an answer.

“Hey—“

“F/n!”

“you’ve reached f/n’s voice mail ! i’ll call you back when—“

“Fuck !” You exclaimed, throwing your phone onto the couch in frustration. The worry and fear is eating you alive. You try calling again and again, each unanswered ring twisting the knot of anxiety in your stomach tighter. With a sigh of defeat, you finally slump down on the couch, cradling your head in your hands.

"She'll be fine...she has to be fine," you say quietly to yourself, taking a slow, steadying breath. But before you can fully calm your racing mind, your phone suddenly rings, the sound jolting through you. Your heart leaps into your throat as you don’t bother checking the caller ID before picking it up with trembling hands.

“Hello ? F/n ?”

- “hey, baby.”

replied a deep, gravelly, modulated voice.

- “miss me ?”

Your breath hitched as you froze. A shiver ran down your spine as your eyes flicker to the open blinds.

“Ghostface.” You acknowledge. From the other line, you could hear him click his tongue in disapproval.

- “I prefer the nickname ‘darling’.”

“What the fuck do you want, Jisung ?” You tried not to show any signs of fear but the slight tremble in your voice says so otherwise.

“What ? Aren’t you gonna go ask me what my favourite scary movie is ?” You made your way in the kitchen as your hand inched to grab a knife.

- “I have a better question. Do you like games, y/n ?”

You pass your index finger between the various knives on the rack, fingers wrapping around the biggest handle.

“Fuck you.”

Jisung can be heard chuckling. His laugh made your stomach twist. What sick bastard thinks all of this is just a game ?

- “Even with that knife in your hand, you’re still as beautiful as ever. And the look of fear in your face ? It’s fucking hot, baby . . .”

You feel your heart starting to race as you flinch and turn around, all your senses now activated.

- “Tell me, are you gonna stab poor ol’ ghostface with that knife ? You aren’t any better from me, y/n.”

He was taunting you and you knew that.

You end the call after telling him that he could go fuck himself before rushing over to the windows and locking them shut. Same goes for the door as well while you clutch the edge of the dinner table as if your body were threatening to collapse.

The phone vibrates in your hand, except this time it wasn’t a call but a notification from the unknown number.

Your hands begin to shake once again as you huff and puff to regain composure, clicking on the notification to reveal a video.

A video of f/n entering her car.

You jumped at another vibration. He’s trying to call you again. The whole situation was frustrating — not only were you scared as shit, also a bit agitated with how he wasn’t just threatening you but your loved ones as well.

You peer down the halls, silently peeking at every room. When you finally accept the call, your heart drops at his words.

- “Hang up on me again, I dare you. I’ll mail this bitch’s head at your door, don’t fucking test me, y/n.”

The violence of his threat burned your eyes but you had no choice but to swallow back your tears. You’d just have to listen, so no one else got hurt. You can’t bear losing anyone—not again . .

“Jisung,” you close your eyes as a shuddered breath escapes your lips. “I’ll listen. I’ll do anything you want, okay ? Just please, don’t hurt anyone.”

He slightly softens at your pleas. Jisung still loves you, with all his heart and he wishes for nothing more than to go back to how things used to be. But he knew better than that, he's already far too deep to return with how he used to be.

- “Such a good girl for me . . . See how easy it is to obey ?”

Despite the fear, you cursed at the way he still had an affect on you. Somewhere in him, it’s still the same Han Jisung you’ve grown to love. The feelings you’ve stored away after all these years were beginning to resurface, and you were ashamed to admit it.

- “hm, what game, what game . . . Have you ever heard of the game hot and cold ?”

You nod, clutching the phone tighter. Words were stuck in your throat and you knew he could see you though he seemed to be dissatisfied.

- “Use your words, beautiful.”

His nicknames are starting to trigger a reaction that you hadn’t expected and felt so guilty. Heat spreads through your body, and shamefully enough, between your legs.

“I have,” you stammer.

- “Alright. Here’s the deal; find me and all of this’ll be over. I’ll leave you alone. Sounds like a plan ?” It seems all too good to be true. Find him and then what ? Will you have to just trust his word and believe that you’ll be finally left alone ?

- “Better start looking, I’m getting impatient here, princess.”

After a few minutes, neither of you spoke. The silence is weighing heavily down on your shoulders. The thought of not knowing where he is and him being able to pop out and slice you at any moment now increased your degree of fear. You walk out of the living room and open your roommate’s door, switching the light on.

- “cold.”

You grumble in response and made your way to your own bed room, eyes landing on the doors of your closet. Hands inching closer to the handles, you hear his breathing become more erratic making you pause.

- “Why’d you stop, baby ? Perhaps I’m in there.”

Your hands trembled as you grab the handles of your closet and pulled it wide open with eyes closed. To your surprise, he wasn’t there.

- “keep looking, sweetheart.” He laughs tauntingly. “Remember, this isn’t some cliche horror movie. The closet, really ?”

- “What's next ? The basement ?”

“Fuck you !” You didn’t wanna play this game anymore. By the time you found him, you’d be dead from a heart attack.

You exit your room and keep walking.

- “still cold.”

Sighing in annoyance, you head for the opposite direction, about to pass the bathroom till he spoke.

- “warmer.”

Taking a deep breath, the door creaks open as you step inside, flicking the light switch on. You inch closer to the shower curtain, letting out a tiny whimper.

- “You’re getting so warm. Very good, baby.”

You never had a thing for praise till now and let me just say that shit made your knees buckle. You wish you could just tell him to stop messing with you, the whole situation itself was already confusing enough.

- “Now you’re boiling.”

You grip the shower curtain and throw it open.

Nothing.

Absolutely, nothing.

“Bastard,” you groan. “Show yourself, asshole ! I’ll beat the shit out of you !“

- “hey now, no need to get violent. Keep talking to me like that and I’ll fuck that attitude out of you,” han spat.

“I’m done with your shit. Grow a pair and come at me, why don’t you ?” You held your phone tightly in your hand you could’ve crushed it. You head to the kitchen and grab a glass of water to soothe your dry throat. You laugh in realization, “I doubt you’re even here. God, I’m so stupid. I can’t believe I fell for it. How else could you send the video if her work’s like miles and miles away ?”

- “you asked for it. No backing out, ‘kay babe ?”

You pause. “What ?”

You immediately drop the glass along with your phone as a gloved hand reaches from behind to clasp over your mouth. Letting out a muffled scream, you thrash in his grasp, reaching to grab the knife from the counter but his free hand swiftly takes hold of both of your wrists and binding them behind your back as the masked man hunches you over the counter.

“Surprise, y/n.”

Tears blur your vision with your screams and whimpers getting muffled by jisung’s glove. He lets go, giving you some time to catch your breath.

“Let go, jisung !”

He inhales audibly, bringing you tight against him. “Scared, sweetheart ? I know you want this as much as I do . . . Think I didn’t notice the way you were practically soaking wet with just my voice ?” His hips push forward and the massive shape of his hard cock makes you weak. “Such a naughty, naughty girl.”

The unwelcome throb between your legs is spreading through your abdomen. A moan threatens to leave your mouth but you manage to bite your lip. His hand inches lower, slipping through the waistband of your shorts, clenching your thighs to refrain from giving him access.

“Open those legs for me, pretty girl,” he clicks his tongue, getting impatient.

“Burn in hell.”

With that little comment, he rips off your shorts along with your lacy panties. A new complaint comes from the back of your throat and you start to squirm and thrash again, unconsciously moving your ass against his clothed cock to push him away.

He snickers, keeping you pinned on the counter. “Impatient, are we ?” He lifts his robe and tugs his sweatpants down. Han jerks you back against him, pulling you off the counter and holding you tight against his hard dick.

“I missed you,” he rips his mask off, trailing kissing along your neck while he taps the flat of the knife against your cheek. “So fucking much . . .”

“What do you want ?” You gulp, melting in his tight embrace. God, you missed this. You missed him.

“You.” He rolls his eyes, “thought it was pretty obvious, but guess i have to spell it out.”

Han lightly trails the tip of the knife down your cleavage and stomach, applying more pressure afterwards to slice your tank top open. The cold air hitting your hardened nipples and the knife lightly dragging along your breasts made you gasp and arch your back against him.

He teases your cunt with the handle, dragging the object along your folds as he circles your clit with it. “Like that, sweetheart ?”

You moan as he smiles at the cry he drew from you.

“Use your words, baby,”

You took a shaky breath, hips swaying. “Fuck you, han jisung.”

He plasters on an amused smile as he shoves the handle in your cunt.

“I really gotta fix that nasty attitude of yours.” He says, taking his glove off.

He replaces the handle with his fingers, gently curling them as he moves it in and out your sopping pussy. You draw out a long whine, legs trembling and you could barely keep yourself up. “Oh god…. Fuck, jisung….”

The cute noises you were making encourages him to keep going as he picks up the pace, thrusting his fingers harder and deeper.

His other hand reaches up and closes his fist around your throat, scissoring his fingers inside of you. You’re reaching for logic, for dignity, but everywhere there’s only him.

Your moans were getting louder and louder at each plunge of his fingers, deciding ‘fuck it’ since it felt too good to stop now. His thumb pressed your clit in a delicious way which brought a familiar sensation in your lower belly. The coil in your stomach tightens painfully.

Han grins at this, knowing you were close.

He purposely pulls his fingers out before your release, suddenly feeling empty as a long string of curses and whines spill from your lips.

“Seriously ? Literally what the fuck—“

Han silences you by pushing the two fingers into your mouth.

His fingers skillfully venture deeper into your throat. The slight pressure causes you to choke momentarily, a mix of vulnerability and exhilaration flooding your senses. Your lips form a tight seal around his fingers, tongue swirling and sucking on them as the primal desire to please him fuels your actions while you greedily lapped your tongue.

His mouth, warm and eager, delicately explored the tender flesh of your neck beneath his lips. The sensation sends shivers down your spine, breath hitching in anticipation as he lines himself up against your entrance.

Moaning, you can’t help but impatiently grind against him

“What’s wrong baby ?” Han releases his fingers from your mouth as you gasp for air. “want my cock instead ?”

You nod eagerly.

His grip on your hip tightens as he tugs your hair back, eliciting a curt hiss from your hips. “Words, y/n.”

“Yes . . Please, I want you so bad, please fuck me.”

“Good girl.” He wastes no time sheathing and snapping himself inside of you, his thrust knocking the wind out of your lungs. He swears quietly, feeling how soft your walls were pulsing around him — warm and perfect, everything he missed over the past few years. You choke on your words, eyes fogging with tears as you slur out random sentences.

He grunts, starting off slow. “Thought I stretched you out pretty good but you’re still so goddamn tight. When was the last time you fucked someone, pretty baby ?”

Han deepens his strokes but keeps a teasingly slow pace. “Pl—Please, Jisung-ah …. go faster.” You sniffle, pathetically begging for his cock at this point. It hurt too much. You needed him more than ever.

“Where's the girl who was telling me to burn in hell a couple of minutes ago ?” He laughs and grabs your jaw to turn and face him, “you look better so needy for me like that . . Now, answer my question.” A groan leaves your mouth as his grip gets tighter.

“Since you left !” You sob as he rocks his hips faster, quickly fucking into your heat. “I haven’t found anyone as good as you, jisung-ah—“

He grins, roughly pinning you down on the counter. It was the answer he exactly wanted to hear.

You gasp as he hits a particularly sensitive spot, beginning to see stars as he brings a hand around to the front, running a finger against your swollen clit.

Moving inside of you at a nearly brutal pace, as you feel your release come closer and closer. He feels it too with the way you tighten around him. “M’cumming,” you whine, but he doesn’t stop. Then you came, walls clenching around him as he fucked you through your orgasm. Your legs tremble under the intensity, tapping on his arm for him to let you breathe for a second.

His hands grab your waist and uses it as leverage to thrust into you, leaving you little to no time to at least catch your breath. You try to speak but another one of his hard thrusts trigger a loud moan.

“Doing so well for me, baby. Think you can cum a second time ?” You moan brokenly, unable to respond. Your tongue hangs from your swollen lips and your throat feels dry. You never expected being fucked silly by the one and only han jisung ever again but here we are. You feel selfish for not wanting it to end and for wanting to be with him again.

He pulls you up and flips you around, hungrily smashing his lips against yours as if he’s been waiting to finally taste and have you all to himself for decades.

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“I hate you,” you groan as he lays you down on the soft mattress of your bed. “so fucking much.” Han only ever grins in response as he wipes away the cum trickling down your inner thighs.

You can barely move. You can’t even twitch a single finger.

Your limbs were sore and it was all his fault.

Summoning the last ounce of strength within you, you deliver a knee to his abdomen, eliciting a deep grunt from his lips. A look of mild annoyance crosses his face as he settles down beside you, encircling your waist with his strong arm. He presses his face into the soft curve of your neck, his fingertips tracing soothing circles along the tender flesh of your thighs.

“I missed you,”

“I know.”

“I’m sorry.”

You didn’t respond to that.

Suddenly, your lips meet in a sweet collision, a mingling of desire and longing. The taste of anticipation linger on your tongues as Han’s kisses began soft and tender, gentle brushes of lips that convey a depth of emotion words could never capture. With each meeting of your mouths, your passion ignites, growing more fervent, more urgent.

His hand cradles your cheek, his thumb tracing the curve of your jawline, while your fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him closer, deepening the ardor of your embrace. Your mouths moved in perfect synchronicity, exploring and claiming, as if they were trying to memorize every contour, every taste.

The moment is abruptly shattered by the piercing wail of police sirens echoing just outside the house. Panic grips your heart, forcing you to acknowledge the harsh reality that the person you love is still a criminal; a killer.

With a heavy sigh, he gently drapes the covers over your form, shielding you from the impending chaos. Reluctantly, he pulls himself away, but not without leaving a lingering kiss upon your trembling lips, as if to imprint his love upon you, even in the face of uncertainty.

"Y/n?!" A familiar voice calls out from outside, the voice of your roommate.

His lips press against your forehead, his touch both comforting and fleeting. Your fingers instinctively cling to his sleeve, desperately trying to hold onto the moments you have shared.

"Wait, Jisung..." you plead, your voice laced with apprehension and longing. Your thumbs nervously fiddle with each other, betraying the whirlwind of emotions swirling within you.

A mischievous smile plays upon his lips as he leans closer, his voice a whispered reassurance. "Will you come back?" The thought of losing him again scared you.

"It isn’t that easy to get rid of me," he smiles cheekily as he opens the window sill, "Don't miss me too much.

“Remember, whether you like it or not, I'll always find you."

a/n: the amount of times ive watched all of the scream movies (esp 1, 4, and 6) is not healthy</3

also, han jisung brain rot wkjanjanw

this was honestly supposed to be a two part with minsung but i decided against it idk kinda wanna do more ghostface aus with ateez or something

like im boutta write some ethan landry x readers cus lemme js say 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

[torturedtypewritersdept]

blue eyes + bruises - part eight

✯ pairing:

doctor!rafe cameron x fem!reader

✯ summary:

a tragic car accident looks like it'll be the end for you, but dr. cameron is here to make sure that doesn't happen.

✯ warnings:

mature themes, mentions of anxiety, nostalgia, and fear, car accident, death of a spouse (not rafe or y/n), major surgery, injuries, hurt/comfort, angst, fluff, etc.

✯ a/n:

nothing!! please don't engage if you have a hard time with any of these topics <3 this was origianlly posted on my old blog @/illicitfixations, @/lovelornanonymity back in 2021/2022 and i have rewritten + reshared it here :)

Your fingers danced across the black leather bound table that you laid on, the pitter patter of your fingernails could be heard from the hallway, that much you were sure of. Hannah, your favorite physical therapist and friend, worked diligently, massaging your hips and working her way down to your knee repeating the same actions. This was the warm up for every appointment, stimulating the muscles and helping them loosen up. 

“Where’s Rafe today?” 

She asked, bringing you out of your relaxed bliss. 

“He’s in surgery, some kind of ligament repair.” 

You responded, not pretending to know the technical jargon he had spat out earlier in the morning. She nodded in response. 

“How’s this feeling?” 

She questioned, pressing her fingertips a little deeper into the skin around your kneecap as she worked tirelessly to massage the muscles. 

“It hurts a little.” 

You replied through clenched teeth. She stopped her actions, removing the gloves from her hands and helping you sit up, legs hanging off the table. 

“Let’s try to do your standing balance exercises, three times on each leg for thirty seconds.” 

You nodded, gently sliding off the table and moving to stand on your good leg. You balanced for the allotted thirty seconds, doing your best not to grip the table that you stood parallel to. Once the timer went off, you switched legs and restarted it, the seconds counting down once again. At the twenty second mark, your kneecap went backwards, the stress of your weight causing it to buckle underneath you. It was quick – so quick in fact, that you hadn’t even realized what happened until you were on the ground clutching your knee to your chest. Hannah was beside you on the floor in less than a minute. You watched as she tucked her shoulder length chestnut colored hair behind her ears and called another therapist over to help lift you back on to the table. 

“y/n, are you alright?” 

The tears in your eyes clearly told her that you weren’t and she was worried. 

“What hurts, sweetheart?” 

She asked, laying her hand on your forehead to get your attention, but also to let you know she was here for you. Your eyes opened only slightly and you tried to turn toward her, a wince dancing across your features. 

“Just hurts, Hannah.” 

“Where’s it hurt, y/n?” 

She questioned with intent, needing to know the source of the problem before she alerted Rafe that something was wrong. 

“My knee.” 

You croaked out, your throat fought against the words as they came out, creating an assault on your vocal cords. You sounded much like a bullfrog. ‘Shit’, she thought, grabbing the walkie-talkie from her pants where it was clipped onto her belt loop and speaking into it. 

“Can someone give me the whereabouts of Dr. Cameron?” 

A voice you recognized as Jenni spoke back. 

“He’s in OR 2, finishing up on a compound femur fracture with an ACL repair.”

Hannah nodded, holding her breath before she spoke again, thanking the nurse before putting the walkie down and calling the operating room Rafe was in. It rang three times before Jenni, who was Rafe’s scrub nurse, picked up the phone. 

“Jenni, how long is he going to be?” 

She asked the nurse on the other end of the phone. 

“He just finished up. What’s wrong? Do you need to talk to him?” 

“Yes – it’s y/n.” 

“Dr. Cameron, Hannah down in pt needs to speak to you about your girl.” 

Rafe stood in the scrub room, delicately coating his fingers with soap and scrubbing them as he was taught to so many years ago. It had become second nature in the same way that loving you had. As his brain registered the words of his scrub nurse, the hair on the back of his neck stood – something was wrong. He finished washing his hands quickly and he walked at a fast pace, his long legs approaching the wall the phone hung on and taking it from the nurse, giving her a forced smile. 

“Hannah? What’s the matter? Is my sweet girl okay?” 

His tone was coated with urgency, a call he got in an operating room the day Molly died at the forefront of his brain. Him knowing that you weren’t her, this time, simply wasn’t enough and he could hear his heartbeat quicken as he waited for her reply; the beating of his chest like drums pounding against his ears. 

“Don’t freak out, just yet. I need your doctor skills, not your boyfriend ones. She fell doing some balance exercises and she’s complaining of knee pain at a seven on the scale. Do you want me to send her to get images before you come up?” 

A sigh of relief escaped his lips as he waited to hear the news of your fate. A knee injury he could fix, but your heart not beating he couldn’t and he knew that. 

“If she’s saying seven, she means nine — How did she fall?” 

He finally responded with a simple question, but Hannah knew that for an orthopedic surgeon that question was everything, that question told a story. 

“I had her do the standing balance exercises where she stands on each leg for thirty seconds and when she stood on her surgery leg it collapsed underneath her.” 

Rafe sucked in a deep breath, remembering the torn ACL behind your kneecap that still needed surgery. He hated the idea of stripping you of the little bit of independence you had gained almost as much as you did, but he knew eventually it would have to be done. 

“Yeah, have Jenni take her for imaging; mri and x-ray; possibly a ct if those don’t show anything – but use that as a last resort. She had a torn acl from the accident that hasn’t been repaired. The physical therapy has helped her gain mobility in her hips but I'm sure it’s made the knee angry. Do me a favor and don’t spook her with it yet, let me look over all the imaging before we talk to her about it. I want to make sure surgery is even necessary before we scare her half to death.” 

“Okay, will do, doc.” 

She responded. 

“One more thing before you go – will you facetime me off of her phone. I just need to see her for a moment.” 

His heavy exhale let her know that he did indeed need to see you, if only for a brief minute. His anxiety was likely making him spiral, it was likely making him think about Molly; placing you in the same position she was in, yet again or placing his mind in a distant memory of her – a time when he couldn’t be there, just like he was unable to in this current moment. 

“She’s okay, Rafe. You got it, give me just a minute, alright?” 

“Yeah, no worries. Take your time.” 

He said as he hung up the phone, swallowing thickly and wiping away the tiny tears from the corners of his eyes. He paced in the scrub room, back and forth in front of the sink, his thoughts overcoming him. He began to think back to the day just a few short months ago – the first time he saw you; bruised, beaten, and bloody, more bones broken than not. He thought about you laying there, unable to breathe on your own as he kissed your hands in the same way he kissed hers when she was in the same position. Rafe stood with his hands against the sink, leaning over it, realizing that you were like her in more ways than he was comfortable with and the only thing that set you apart from her was the fact that you were alive and she wasn’t. Rafe halted his pace, leaning over the sink with his hands against the metal and after a brief moment, he ripped the scrub cap he was wearing off of his head, chucking it at the wall. He took out his cell phone from the back pocket of his pale blue scrubs and scrolled until he found her contact – a photo of his arms wrapped around her from behind at a party from when they were sixteen. He remembered that night vividly; it was the night they kissed for the first time and though he was a world away from backwards caps and college plans, he still smiled at seeing her like that, happy and carefree and in love. Her blonde hair had made its home against her face from the wind of the water and as Rafe closed his eyes and held his phone to his chest he could still see her, just like that. He wished for a moment that she was still here and that he didn’t have to remember her in only fractures of broken memories, he wished for a moment that she was you. He quickly pushed his thoughts aside, dialing Molly’s number. Oftentimes, when things had become too much after her passing on from this life into the next, Rafe called her with no other expectation other than listening to the sound of her sweet voice on the other end of the line. Today, however, was different. He needed to tell her about you, even though he was ninety-percent sure she was the one who brought the two of you together, he needed to be the one to tell her that he wasn’t hopeless anymore and he wasn’t alone and that he was okay and he needed to tell her that he loved her. The line rang and rang until he got her voicemail – “hey this is Molly, sorry I missed you but I'm probably doing something fun! Leave me some words if ya can and i’ll get back to you soon.” Her sing-song voice penetrated his ears and suddenly he was no longer twenty-eight. Instead, he was nineteen watching her sing bon jovi at the top of her lungs in a college town, hole in the wall, bar. He was smiling at her and for a brief moment he forgot that she was gone. Rafe hung up, dialing it again and again and again four times before he decided to speak into her voicemail box. His cheeks were soaked with tears, his lips trembling and at the sound of the beep, he spoke. 

“Moll – baby, shit. I fucking miss you. If you were here, things would be so different. But you’re not and I can feel myself pulling away from your memory, from our marriage – Moll, I met someone and she’s good and she’s pure and she’s perfect and she’s so much like you and yet, so different. Sarah set us up, can you believe that? I know if you were here you’d be friends.” 

For a brief moment, Rafe breathed into the phone, somehow expecting her to pick up, to breathe back, to tell him it was okay. Yet, somehow without the confirmation of her words, he knew it was, he felt her telling him that it was even a world apart.

“Moll – I don't want to ruin this thing with her, baby. So, this will be my last call. I just wanted to tell you that I love you and that I’m sorry. I should’ve done so many things differently. But, I’m happy, Molly. For the first time since you left, I’m happy and I think I gotta hold onto that, isn’t that what you always told me, sweetheart?”

A beep infiltrated Rafe’s ears and he pulled the phone down, glancing at the screen – incoming facetime sweet girl – displayed across it. He wiped his eyes and straightened his shoulders as he dragged his fingers across the screen and your sweet face appeared in front of him. 

“Hey, sweetheart. Hannah said you were feeling pretty bad?” 

His eyes softened as he took in your form, one of the many t-shirts of his that he had given you draped over your chest and your eyes were bloodshot; you had been crying. 

“I’m okay, Rafe, baby, don’t worry.” 

You choked out the words. 

“You’re gonna have to get better at trying to fool me, baby girl. I can tell you’ve been crying.” 

You swallowed thickly, looking up at Jenni as she pushed you toward the x-ray room in a wheelchair. Your leg was propped up and laid out straight in front of you with a bag of ice on top of it. 

“I’m just worried this means more surgery.” 

You responded and it was like Rafe could see the wheels spinning in your brain, which he needed to put a stop too. He wasn’t about to let you spiral the way that he had only moments ago. 

“Don’t get ahead of yourself yet, baby. We’ll look over the tests once they’re done and figure out what’s wrong.” 

You felt numb, a feeling of dread looming over you. Rafe felt it too. 

“I guess it pays to have a doctor boyfriend, huh?” 

You chuckled lightly as the words left your mouth. 

“It does indeed, pretty girl.” 

He replied, a boyish grin displayed heavily on his lips. The only thing you could do was stare at him in all his glory and admire how beautifully and perfectly sculpted he was. 

“Okay, Rafe, she’s gotta go, we're in the radiography department.” 

Jenni’s words brought the both of you out of the bliss of each other’s company. 

“Okay, pretty girl, it’s time to go. I’ll see you soon, alright?” 

“Okay, Rafe.” 

He watched your shoulders droop and he could almost feel the anxiety through the phone as it rattled through your chest and your eyes met your hands. 

“Hey, baby girl – look at me.” 

You obliged, your eyes flicking up to meet his blue ones. 

“You’re okay, baby. Everything’s okay. You trust me don’t you?” 

“Of course, I do, Rafe.” 

“You trust that I'll take care of you like I always have, don’t you?” 

“Of course, I do, Rafe.” 

“Okay, then there’s nothing to worry about. No matter what it is, baby. I’ll get you through it.” 

You nodded, pursuing your lips into a forced smile. 

“None of that, baby. Give me a real smile.” 

You giggled at how well he knew you and how well he could read your expressions. He paid attention – you’d give him that. 

“There she is.” 

He cooed. 

“I love you, Rafferty.” 

You softly spoke, your voice sending shivers down his spine. 

“And I love you, sweet girl. I’ll see you in a little while.” 

He smiled – the Rafe Cameron smile – and kissed two of his fingers before placing them against the camera and watched as you repeated his actions before hanging up the phone. 

-

Rafe’s worst fears had been confirmed – you needed another surgery. He sat at the nurse's station, studying the images of the inside of your knee over and over again, racking his brain for any other solution, but he couldn’t find one. You had a complete tear of your ACL and MPFL which could only be fixed with surgery and he wanted more than anything in this moment not to be the bearer of bad news, not to be the doctor; for once, just to be the concerned boyfriend. He made his way into your room, taking in your sleeping form, your top half still draped in his clothes and your hair a mess, stuck against your face through the sweat that your sleep had brought on. He smiled to himself because he loved seeing you like that and he’d love it even more if it was in the bed next to him, not in a hospital. He moved towards you, kicking his tennis shoes off and scooting your body slightly as he nuzzled his into yours. You quietly stirred, blinking rapidly trying to gain your bearings,  chasing the warmth that your body was draped in. You looked up at Rafe and smiled sleepily, like a newborn baby seeing it’s fist glimpse of the world. 

“Hey, pretty girl.” 

He whispered, moving your sweat drenched hair from in front of your face. 

“Hi” 

You croaked back to him. He pulled you in, laying his head against yours and draping his arms around your back, hugging you like your existence, put all his broken pieces back together and it did in a way. 

“What’s the matter, baby?” 

You asked him, he was sad and you could tell. But, you weren’t sure what was plaguing him. 

“I just looked at your test results, sweet girl, and it’s not good news.” 

The look on his face was somber and you knew what it meant. 

“I need surgery, don’t I?” 

He gingerly nodded his head and you no longer contained the dread and the anxiety within you as the dam broke and your tears began to soak his scrubs. 

“I know, baby, I know.” 

He whispered into your hairline as he laid kisses upon it and rubbed the back of your head. You held onto him for dear life, clutching to his biceps with more force than he thought possible. 

“I-I can’t do it again, I won’t.” 

You breathed out amidst stutters and his blood ran cold. He pushed you forward so he could look in your eyes and confusion laced his features as he took you in, tear stained cheeks and all. 

“What do you mean, baby? We need to do this, okay?” 

“No, Rafe!” 

You snapped. This is what he was afraid of; he couldn’t force you, not really. But, he needed to take care of you in a way that he couldn’t take care of her. 

“What do you mean no?” 

He pushed with a hardened look in his eyes. His features were still gentle, the anger and frustration that bubbled beneath him dancing subtly against his skin. 

“You — You don’t get it, okay?” 

Your voice came out broken and frustrated and for a brief moment he almost smiled. 

Sweet girl, I get it in more ways than you understand. You don’t understand why I need to take care of you and that’s okay. 

“Why don’t you tell me what I don’t get, baby.” 

He spoke softly, bringing his fingertips to your cheek and brushing them gently against your skin. 

“You don’t understand — you don’t get that I just got my independence back and you want to take it away again!” 

You raised your voice and Rafe was shell shocked but he also knew it was because you didn’t feel heard. Molly only yelled when she felt misunderstood and she had yelled at him the day of her accident because he wasn’t listening to her point of view. Suddenly it at all made sense, the parallels of the accident were indeed a second chance. He sat up straight and vowed to change things, to make you feel heard in a way that he couldn’t do for her. 

“Baby, I’m sorry for not listening to you. I don’t want to take your independence away, in fact, it’s quite the opposite. You’ve torn some ligaments in your knee, sweet girl, and without surgery it’ll cause lifelong problems, you won’t be able to stand long enough to teach, baby. I only want to help. I didn’t mean to make you think otherwise.” 

You swallowed the weight of his words and they felt thick against your throat. 

“Rafe, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to yell.” 

He moved quickly pulling you back to his chest and kissing your forehead. 

“Can I tell you something, sweet girl?” 

He asked, cradling your head in his hands as you cried into his chest. You simply nodded in response, as your cries turned to sniffles and you clutched tighter to his chest. 

“My wife, Molly, died in an accident very similar to yours and I've struggled for a long time with being unable to save her, to take care of her the way that I've taken care of you. So, I just need you to let me, yeah?” 

You nodded your head in response before laying it against his pectoral muscle once more. 

“Rafe, were you working when she was brought in?” 

You looked up at him, thinking surely he wasn’t. 

“Yeah, baby. They called me while I was in the operating room. She and I had a fight, a massive one and she had left to go be with her parents. She never made it out of the city, her train crashed ten minutes after it left.” 

“I’m sorry, Rafferty.” 

You couldn’t do anything other than cry for him and with him and clutch to him like your life depended on it, because it very well did and maybe so did his. 

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[dr-spencer-reids-queen]

The Best Kind of Blush

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~500

Warnings: fluff

Summary: Spencer helps you pick the best kind of blush for you.

Square Filled: roommate's best friend (2021) for @spencerreidbingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

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Spencer doesn’t understand the hype around makeup or why women love it so much, but he sees the smile on your face whenever you can paint your face. When you both have the day of, he likes to sit on the bed and watch you expertly blend makeup products to create something flawless. You’re already flawless but he likes seeing how much time and effort you spend on one look. It helps that you’re a makeup artist for low-budget films and TV shows. You’re making your way up the chain to bigger and better projects, but it’s a slow climb.

Your roommate, JJ, doesn’t mind Spencer being over all the time since they work together. She likes seeing him happy, and if you make him happy, then she supports your relationship.

You’re running out of makeup for your job as well as a few products for your everyday use, so you drag Spencer along to the store so he can help you pick out the best ones. The first section you go to is the special effects makeup products to get a new supply of items. Your job comes first, and when you see you have money left over for personal use, you drag Spencer to the eyeshadows.

“Hold your hand out.”

Spencer does, and you grab the sparkly palette you had your eye on for a while. The color glides on smoothly on his skin, and it’s fantastically glittery. You use his hand for multiple palettes and decide on two of them. You’d use your hands but they are covered with tattoos and the color wouldn’t show right. The next product you move onto is the blushes, and you grab the one you use almost every day. However, you want to try different ones you think might compliment your skin tone.

“Help me decide what blush I should get next.”

Spencer smirks and looks around the store to see if anyone is around. He wants to make sure people aren’t staring at him when he does what he’s gonna do.

“If you want a blush, I can give you a blush. For free, I might add.”

“What place do you know that has free blushes?”

Spencer isn’t big on PDA but he will do it if he knows no one is watching. He gives you a childish grin as he hooks his fingers in your belt loops. He pulls you closer and plants his lips on yours. He kisses you slowly and passionately like he would in the bedroom. He slides his tongue on your bottom lip and you’re inclined to give him what he wants. His tongue massages your own gently and leaves no inch untouched by him. When you feel butterflies go straight to your pussy, you pull back from him. Your cheeks are hot and you can only imagine they’re dark, too. You turn away from him to calm yourself down and he chuckles lowly.

“There it is,” Spencer chuckles. “Anytime you want a blush, you come to me.”

“Okay, Fabio, calm down,” you smile. “Go wait in the car.”

Spencer laughs and allows you to calm down without him next to you. You’re almost done shopping, and then you’re going to take him home and show him he can get a blush, too.

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[iliketangerines]

saw ur mk 2021 lao fic, literally beautiful, should be put in a museum‼️ now hear me out on a threesome with kano and kung lao……..

a reminder that you're mine pt. 2

a/n: if this got hung in a museum, i think i would die of embarrassment actually

pairing: kung lao x afab!reader x kano

warnings: nsfw (MDNI), exhibition kink, voyeurism, creampies, breeding kink, pregnancy kink, dacryphilia, praise kink, slight degradation kink

Kung Lao has a protective hand over your stomach as you sit in his lap and happily eat the spring rolls in front of you

there’s a slight bump in your stomach, and there’s a large part in Kung Lao that preens at the sight of you pregnant with his child

your hips have thickened, your thighs have grown plush, and your breasts have swollen

best of all, you’ve grown significantly more sensitive

however, the night that had led to your pregnancy didn’t seem to deter Kano from flirting with you

in fact, his attempts had grown more egregious, and he had started grabbing onto you, touching your waist to move you around and ‘accidentally’ brushing his fingers against your breasts

it angered Kung Lao, and he shoots daggers with his eyes into Kano’s head as they all eat dinner

Sonya sits between Cole and Kano, but Kano doesn’t seem to be interested in bullying Cole today for his lack of an arcana

rather, his attention is focused on the small bump of your stomach, and Kung Lao grits his teeth when Kano licks his lips

after dinner finishes, Kung Lao brings you to the hot springs to unwind and massage your sore muscles, and the Shaolin can hear the way Kano follows behind

if it’s a show that he wants, Kung Lao will give him a show

you reach the springs and strip off your clothes and step into the springs, moaning as the hot water relaxes your muscles and heat envelops you

Kung Lao undresses as well, flexing his muscles to try and deter Kano, but he can still feel the glowing red eye staring from the entrance of the hot springs

Kung Lao folds his clothes and puts them on the bench next to yours and slides into the water next to you

he doesn’t do anything while you’re bathing, just rubs out your sore muscles and holds you close to him as he glares at Kano

once you’ve finished bathing, Kung Lao helps you out of the pool, and the both of you dry yourselves rather quickly

you’re about to put on your clothes, but Kung Lao drags you into his arms and kisses you, hands going down to grope at your ass

he can hear the way Kano unbuckles his pants to stroke himself, and Kung Lao moves down your jaw to kiss your neck and suck a hickey into you

you whine and scratch at Kung Lao’s back, asking him to do more, and he tells you to be patient while he kisses your neck and chest, covering them in his marks

finally, he sits down on the bench and has you sit in his lap, legs hooked over his so that your pussy is spread wide for Kano to watch

Kung Lao rubs at your clit with his slender fingers, and he tells Kano to come out, that he knows the Australian is waiting there

your legs twitch to shut, face flushing in embarrassment, but Kung Lao keeps your leg spread and instead spreads your pussy folds with his fingers, showing your cunt clenching around nothing

Kano stands there, pants hastily pulled back on, and for a moment, he looks embarrassed

but he quickly puts on a facade and walks up to you, but Kung Lao growls at him to stop when he’s a foot away from the two of you

Kung Lao rubs your clit and his other hand trails up to pinch at your sensitive nipples, and you cry out in pleasure

the Shaolin tells Kano that he can only watch as he pleases you, that only he can touch you and fuck you and that Kano can only watch

the Australian grunts but surprisingly stays in his spot and pulls down his trousers to pump his dick while Kung Lao continues to rub at your clit

he lifts up the hood of your clit to show the sensitive nub to Kano, and he lightly pinches it, causing you to moan loudly and cum on his fingers

you’re much more sensitive for Kung Lao than normal, and it works in his favor as he watches Kano seethe in his jealousy that only the Shaolin gets to touch you like this

Kung Lao continues to rub at your clit as he sucks hickeys into your neck, watching as Kano’s dick twitches and pre-cum leak from the tip

releasing your neck from his mouth, Kung Lao whispers into your ear that you’re so good for him, cumming from just touching your clit

he asks whether he’s the only one that can make you feel like this, and you sob out a yes, head thrown back and tears dripping down your face as you cum on Kung Lao’s fingers again

he presses his fingers into your sensitive clit, listening to the way you cry and sob out his name like a prayer, and he pinches it, making you cum all too soon all over again

you whimper out his name as you squirt, the fluid splattering onto the ground in front of Kano, and Kung Lao grins up at Kano, who looks furious

Kung Lao lifts you off of him slightly to align his cock with your drooling cunt, and he slides in easily

you moan at the stretch and babble out his name as Kung Lao thrusts up into you and watches Kano

the man is clenching his fist while his other hand pumps at his dick quickly, his eyes focused on the way your pussy stretches open for Kung Lao’s thick cock

the Shaolin asks you who bred you, who's making you feel so good right now, who’s fucking you open on his cock right now, and you whine out Kung Lao’s name

Kano clenches his jaw in frustration as Kung Lao smirks up at the Aussie, and he starts fucking into you properly, the sound of your moans and the wet squelching of your pussy filling the hot springs area

Kung Lao rubs your clit, flicking the sensitive nub with his fingers, and you cry out and clench your pussy down on Kung Lao’s cock

he grunts at the feeling of you cumming around his cock but holds fast as he keeps fucking into you, but Kano grunts and cum, his seed shooting out of his dick and landing on the floor beneath you

Kung Lao hums as Kano keeps watching, and he turns your head with his free hand to look at the Aussie

your face flushes red, but he can feel the way that your pussy clenches down on his dick at the attention

he tells you to look at Kano while he fucks your greedy pussy, and he finally takes his eyes of Kano to look at you

he stares at the way your stomach has a slight bump to it, his heir growing healthy and strong

he stares at the way your legs twitch in pleasure and at how your heavy breasts heave up and down from being fucked like a toy

he places a gentle kiss onto your neck and asks you who’s fucking you so good right now, and you sob out Kung Lao’s name while staring directly at Kano

he tells you that you’re so good for him, that you’re going to give him beautiful heirs, that he’s going to keep you bred and sensitive just for him

you whine at the words, and he grinds as he continues

he tells you that you’re a whore for liking the fact that Kano is watching you, that maybe he should fuck you in front of everyone else to show the others how he pleases you

he’s seen the way the others rove their eyes at your body, taking in your curves, and he tells you that they’d only get to watch, that he’s the only one who can touch you like this

Kung Lao’s thrusts grow more erratic as he nears his own orgasm, and when your pussy spasms on his cock while he flicks your clit, Kung Lao groans and buries himself and spills his seed deep inside of you

the both of you breathe heavy, and Kung Lao tells Kano that he’s gotten his show and that he should leave

Kano leaves in a hurry, too bothered to even make a sexist comment

Kung Lao slips out of you and brings you back into the hot springs to clean the both of you up, and he carries you back to your room

he takes his time in combing through your hair and rubbing lotion into your body, kissing the stretch marks on your stomach, your breasts, your thighs

you whimper, slightly embarrassed at the attention, but he tells you to let him enjoy your body

he finishes applying the moisturizer to your skin and slides into bed next to you, drawing you in close with his arms

you both fall asleep next to each other, in your own world as you both dream of the future with each other

[mxomo]

kinktober: cockwarming ♡︎ featuring buddha

Buddha had a bad day, so you're gonna warm him up. c/w: record of ragnarok, female reader, cockwarming, mention of a tv, vibrator. a/n: super late installment to my kinktober 2021. similar vibes to my somno post, so check that out.

"Are you okay?” You enquired lightly, staring at your husband questioningly. Buddha was rarely exhausted, and if he was he usually opted out of showing it, choosing to focus on you as a way of forgetting his own concerns. Usually.

He’d sprawled himself out on the sofa, arm slung lazily over his face as he starfished his long body the best he could. You could see him somewhat nodding in response to your question as you ambled over, standing over him and blocking whatever meagre candlelight was in the room from reaching him.

He could sense your presence, and without opening his eyes, buddha hooked his arm behind your leg and dragged it over himself, bracing himself to catch you as he forced you to tumble over with a squeak. It took a moment for you to settle comfortably, resting your head on his chest as he rubbed circles into the backs of your thighs. It took only another a few minutes for him to lull you into a doze as you sank into his warmth, basking in your favourite spot in his arms as you vaguely registered him shifting slightly beneath you and the distant mumblings of what you assumed was the television.

“Eh?!”

You hadn’t been expecting it when he slipped his dribbling cockhead into your hole. Pushing you down with your hips, he sheathed himself fully into you as your breathing stuttered and your pussy twitched, quickly dampening as warmth bloomed in your lower stomach. an involuntary moan tore out of you as your eyes rolled at the sensation of your pussy stretching around his engorged member, drawing a grunt from him as you shifted your hips and your core pulled him in further.

“Hush, I’m just getting comfortable,” Buddha cooed, wrapping one long arm around you to reach for a nipple as his other hand carried on his gentle touches on your ass and thighs. each word he said to you was punctuated by kisses on your forehead and a light tweak of the finger, sending tremors through you as the warmth in your belly continued to steadily grow. “You’ll keep me warm, won’t you, my sweet girl?”

A small nod was the best you could muster. You felt him smirk against your forehead before he kissed you one last time. Buddha moved both of his hands to your sides, slipping his thumbs and forefingers beneath you and shifting your breasts so he could pay equal attention to your nipples lazily as you both turned your attention towards the television. Your eyes fluttered between open and closed as you drifted through a cloud of pleasure that kept you in a state of bliss that was adding to your frustration as each second ticked by. He continued with this for what felt like hours; totally stationary in your cunt bar the occasional twitch from him and a continued gentle massage on your tits. Slowly, agonisingly so, he brought you closer to the brink before you were edging towards the precipice of needing to cum; you could do nothing but try to keep your breathing even and your hips still because you knew if you moved he would pull out and that would be even worse.

Buddha chuckled as he felt the frantic fluttering of your walls against him as your impatience became more and more difficult to obvious. “How’re you coping, angel?” he teased, smirking at the cries that fell from your mouth as he shifted you into a more comfortable spooning position. With one hand tweaking an oversensitive peak and the other finding its home between your thighs, it took only seconds for your eyes to roll and your mouth to fall open in uncontrollable gasps as his thumb and index fingers worked magic, rolling your sensitive buds expertly towards your orgasm. Buddha’s own breathing became laboured as the urge to piledrive you like it was his last day in existence gained momentum with each squeeze of your pussy that was clearly, desperately begging to be stuffed.

“That’s it, angel, don’t be shy,” his voice sent tremors through you as you desperately clawed at his arms before flinging your own back to tug desperately at his hair, drawing a hiss and a single, purposeful slam of his hips into you. You yelped at the sudden shock, but when it didn’t continue you choked back a sob with all of your might as you came so close, if only he would just move-

“Your pussy is the best. Fucking heaven. F-fuck, yes- just, s-stay still. Fuck..”

It took a second for you to register that the loud sound you were hearing was, in fact, your own cry before buddha clamped a hand down on your mouth. Somewhere in your haze, your husband had pulled out a small but vicious vibrator that he nestled comfortably into a space directly on your clit and against his balls.

Suddenly that ever-elusive orgasm hit like a tidal wave. A stream of juIce gushed out onto his cock as he moaned in appreciation at the feeling, his balls contracting as the vibrator and your suction cup pussy challenged him not to cum. He lasted only a few more thrusts, failing miserably to hang onto his self control, as he pushed as far as he could into you and the vibrator harder onto his balls. The extra slick tipped buddha over the edge, shooting ropes of cum as far into you as he could as he moaned your name and nipped at your shoulders, shuddering as he rode out his orgasm by finally grinding his hips into yours as he whispered praises and sweet nothings into your ear.

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[imagine-a-life-like-this]

My Miracle : Prologue

Word Count : 1.4k

Warnings : pregnancy, birth, swearing, food mention, weed mention, heartbreak, break up

December 2021

            Crying filled the room and Jin held her hand tighter, a wide smile spreading across his face. “It’s a girl.” The doctor said, handing the tiny bundle of joy to Y/n. “Congratulations.” Y/n looked up at Jin before looking back at her little girl. She studied her features, comparing them to her own features, picking out the ones that match Namjoon’s.

            She thought she’d be sharing this moment with him by her side, not her best friend. She was supposed to be witnessing the birth of her daughter with her fiancé, yet he was nowhere to be found. Disappeared in the middle of the night without a word. When her labour started, she frantically texted all their friends, begging them to tell her they knew where Namjoon was, to no avail.

            Part of her hopes he shows up. She keeps glancing towards the door, hoping the next person that walks in will be him. She would forgive him. She’d be mad, but she would forgive him. Because he showed up.

            Jin watched, his heart clenching every time he caught her looking towards the door. He knew she was waiting for Namjoon. Part of him was too, not wanting to see his best friend, the love of his life, broken on her favourite day of the year. The other part hoped Namjoon never showed up.

            The door opened but only a nurse walked in. Y/n was trying to figure out why Namjoon would just disappear. But she couldn’t think of anything.

~

            “How does it look baby?” Namjoon asked with a shy smile, scratching the back of his neck. She beamed as she looked at the tree her fiancé decorated just for her. He enjoyed Christmas, but she loved it. It was one of the first things Namjoon learned about her.

            The day they met, she was standing and admiring all the lights around her. Namjoon wasn’t paying attention, looking at his phone as he walked, bumping into her and causing her to fall to the ground. He helped her to her feet, apologizing profusely, but she was giggling. It was love at first sight for both of them. And it wasn’t long until they were dating, planning the rest of their lives together.

            “It’s perfect.” She said and Namjoon’s smile widened as he brought her in for a kiss. “Thank you for making this house the Christmas house of my dreams.”

            “I would do anything for you. And for our Christmas miracle.” He said before squatting down to talk to the baby still growing inside his fiancée. “You’re the best Christmas gift we could ever ask for.”

~

            “Thank you for letting us live with you. I’ll find a place as quickly as I can so we can get out of your hair.” She was quietly unpacking some of her things while Ari slept in the next room. Jin could see the tears she was holding back as she unpacked. He knows this wasn’t the life she was expecting to live, but he would do anything to make everything better.

            “You don’t have to leave. You can stay here and I can help with Ari. I really don’t mind. It would be nice to have the company.” He took a couple steps forward, placing his hands on her shoulders to give her a massage. “Now come downstairs with me so I can cook for you while you rest.”

            “What would I do without you, Kim Seokjin?” She giggled.

            “You’ll never have to find out.”

December 2022

            “Tae and Kook want to know if they could bring a plus one.” Jin asked while staring at his phone. Y/n was rushing around the house, putting the finishing touches everywhere. “Y/n darling, Ari is turning one. She’s not going to remember this.” He said, putting his phone away and giving Y/n a shoulder massage. “Everything looks amazing.” She melted into his touch, taking a deep breath as she closed her eyes.

            “I didn’t know Tae and Kook were dating anyone.”

            “As far as I know Tae is just hopelessly pining after Mae. But Jungkook and Kayla just recently started dating.”

            “Well I have to meet the girl that made Taehyung want to settle down. And the girl that can put up with Jungkook.” Y/n giggled. Ari’s cries came through on the baby monitor so Y/n quickly went to go check on her. “Tell them yes. I can’t wait to meet the girls.” She said before rushing up the rest of the stairs to grab her baby.

            Jin could tell Y/n was trying her best to be okay as to not worry anyone. But he could see that the light in her eyes has dulled again. She hasn’t mentioned Christmas once. The house is devoid of any Christmas decorations. There’s no gingerbread house or gifts except Ari’s birthday gifts. She lost her love of Christmas the day Namjoon walked out.

~

            “How long have you and Kook been dating?” Y/n asked and Kayla almost spit out her drink. The three girls clicked immediately and Jin loved seeing the light return to her eyes. Ari was back in bed after hours of playing with her uncles and celebrating her first birthday, so the adults were just socializing.

            “We aren’t dating.” Kayla answered. “He’s just my best friend.”

            “Does he know that?” Mae asked with a laugh, pointing towards Jungkook.

            “Of course he does.” Y/n and Mae both didn’t believe that but left the conversation at that. “How long have you been dating Jin?” Y/n’s eyes widened slightly at the sudden question. She hasn’t even thought of dating since Namjoon left. She is grateful that Jin allowed her and her daughter to move in, and that he’s willing to take on the role of her father. He spoils both of them with love and gifts and attention. It was more than she could ever ask for.

            “We’re just friends.” She was still in love with Namjoon. Secretly waiting for him to come back. Waiting for him to want to fix things.

            “Isn’t he Ari’s dad?” Mae asked. Y/n shook her head. Kayla and Mae could tell by the look on her face that she didn’t want to talk about Ari’s dad, so they dropped the topic all together. “Do you smoke, Y/n?”

            “Oh no. I don’t like the smell of cigarettes.” Mae giggled and shook her head.

            “I meant weed baby.”

            “Right. Yeah I do. Well I haven’t since Ari, but I used to.” Jin came over, asking what the girls were talking about, then telling Y/n to go smoke if she wanted to, that he could take care of Ari. “Are you sure?” She asked and Jin nodded.

            “I’m coming too.” Kayla piped up.

            “Of course. You’re friends with Kook so I just assumed.” Mae laughed and Kayla nodded, telling Mae her assumption was right. It was then that the three girls knew they were going to be friends forever. That the connection they have only comes once in a lifetime. Like their friendship was written in the stars, fate bringing them together when they needed each other the most.

December 2023

            It’s been two years since she’s seen Namjoon. Two years since he walked out on her and their daughter. Now he stands 20 feet away from her, his arms wrapping a girl in a hug, a smile on his face as he embraces her.

            She thought he was her forever. Due to get married after the birth of their daughter, but she gave birth with Jin by her side and Namjoon nowhere to be found. Lies had spilled from his lips during her favourite time of year, surrounded by Christmas decorations and Christmas baking. Now the thought of Christmas makes her sick to her stomach. It reminds her of lies and heartbreak.

            She wanted to look away but it was like a trainwreck. Her eyes were glued on the scene in front of her until a body blocked her view. “You don’t need to look at that.” Jin gently grabbed her chin, tilting her head up to look at him. “Just look at me. It’s just me and you, darling.” Her eyes welled up with tears as she looked towards Namjoon again, seeing him looking at her. Jin grabbed her chin again, making her look up at him. “I said look at me. Only at me.”

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bad day

April 26, 2021

Jack headed up to Oscar and Nico’s apartment, he hadn’t heard from Oscar yet this morning which at first he just assumed Oscar was sleeping but now it’s been way to long for Oscar to still be sleeping and it made Jack worried as his boyfriend always answers him.

Jack knocked on the door and waited for it be opened.

Nico looked up from where he sat on the couch in living room getting up and opening the door seeing Jack standing there, “Oh hi Jack.” Nico had a feeling Jack would be coming over soon as he knew Oscar would not be responding and Jack is a worrier.

“Hi Hisch.” Jack nodded back, “Is Osc here?” Jack worriedly asked.

Nico nodded grimly and motioned for Jack to come inside, “Beds sometimes likes to disappear.” Nico told Jack as they walked through the apartment.

“Disappear?” Jack repeated confused.

“You know he has anxiety right.” Nico checked as he stopped walking and looked at Jack seriously.

Jack nodded, he knew Oscar has anxiety, he’s seen it many times by Oscar’s bloody fingers and he hates how useless he feels and has no clue how to help Oscar.

“Some days are tougher days and he tends to stay in his bed under his covers away from the world.” Nico gently explained, Nico has figured out that Oscar hiding in bed kinda makes him feel protected and helps him calm down.

Jack nodded slowly absorbing everything Nico was telling him.

“He’s more vulnerable when he is hanging a tougher day, so do not hurt him. Be mindful of your words please.” Nico gave Jack a stern glare being very protective of Oscar, Nico knows Jack absolutely adores Oscar but Oscar can be a bit more sensitive when his anxiety is higher and he doesn’t want his best friend getting hurt.

“I promise.” Jack sincerely promised, he would never try to hurt Oscar and will always try to make sure he doesn’t ever hurt Oscar. Honestly he was glad Nico was being protective of Oscar as Oscar deserves to be protected.

Nico gave him a nod accepting his words and quietly opened Oscar’s bed room door and gestured for Jack to walk in.

Jack gave him a thankful glance before stepping inside Oscar’s room heading Nico close the door quietly.

Jack frowned seeing a bundle of blankets all across Oscar’s bed and a lump under all of them. Jack walked over and gently sat on the bed and put his hand out until he found Oscar’s back and gently rubbed Oscar’s back, “Hi Osc.” Jack gently spoke not expecting a reply back.

“Is there anything you need or want me to do that will make you feel better baby.” Jack softly spoke after a while of silence as he continued to gently rub Oscar’s back.

Oscar didn’t speak but he lifted the edge of the blanket he was under, “You want me to join you?” Jack questioned making sure that is what Oscar is asking and Oscar lifted the blanket higher in response.

Jack kicked his shoes off before he slid under the piles of blanket and laid down under the blankets and finally getting to see his Oscar.

Oscar had a miserable look on his face and his bags were dark under his eyes telling Jack that Oscar didn’t sleep much.

Oscar slowly reached out and grabbed Jack’s hand griping it tightly.

Oscar has always struggled with being anxious and one of the few ways he found that helped him was hiding under his blanket for a while. Oscar always has been quite frustrated that he gets anxious so often with how calm and collected he keeps him self and it frustrates him that he can’t control his anxiety.

Jack slowly brought his hand up to Oscar’s head and gently started massaging Oscar’s head.

Oscar slowly but surely began leaning closer and closer to Jack until he softly scooted and rested his head on Jack’s shoulder.

“Thank you.” Oscar softly whispered his first words of the day, Oscar knew eventually he was going to have to see Jack during one of his tougher days but he never expected to Jack to join him under his blanket, no one has ever joined him before.

Oscar felt better quicker than he ever had before and he knows that is all because of Jack’s presence and the comfort Jack brings him.

“Of course Osc, always.” Jack softly promised, he was glad that Oscar trusted him enough to be comfortable with letting him lay with him.

Oscar let out a few deep breaths feeling tension continuing to release from his shoulder.

“I’m sorry i ignored you.” Oscar softly apologized, he knew that’s why Jack came over as he didn’t pick up his phone and respond to Jack and Oscar knew Jack was worried and came over to see if something was wrong.

“No. There are no apologies needed.” Jack sternly told his boyfriend. Jack put a finger under Oscar’s chin lifting his head so they can have eye contact, “You can’t control what your feeling and i could never be upset that you did not respond to me because you are having a bad day.” Jack softly reassured Oscar because he understood that Oscar was having a tough day and couldn’t look at his phone.

Oscar face was so soft as he looked at Jack, every day he is more and more grateful to be able to say Jack is his, “I love you.” Oscar blurted out as he stared at Jack.

Jack froze in shock hearing the words he has dreamed of hearing from Oscar, “You do?” Jack asked hopefully feeling his eyes fill with happy tears and his mouth lifting into a smile.

“I do.” Oscar smiled nodded.

Jack’s smile was brighter than Oscar has ever seen it before Jack darted closer to Oscar’s face and started pressing kisses all across Oscar’s face as he mumbled i love you for every kiss.

Oscar giggled as Jack had flipped them over now with Oscar on his back and Jack on top of him.

“I love you.” Jack mumbled once more pressing a long kiss on Oscar’s lips.

“I love you too.” Oscar mumbled back smiling just as brightly at Jack before he pressed his lips back to Jack’s.

Nico who was walking down the hallway paused hearing Oscar’s laughter and smiled glad Jack made Oscar feel better.

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Things Are Never As They Seem—Chapter Twenty One

Pairings—Sebastian Stan x F!Reader, Sebastian Stan x OFC (PR relationship)

Summary

You and Sebastian Stan have been dating privately for over two years. Everything is perfect until he is coerced into a PR relationship when he signed with a new agency to advance his career. Trouble ensues…

Warnings

MINORS DNI! 18++. Language. Angst. Fluff. Hollywood sucks ass. Mentions of overdose and drug abuse. Daddy issues. Seb is the best bf ever. Implied smut.

Series Masterlist

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April 10, 2021

“How are you feeling, sweetheart?”

You lazily rolled your head to the side, following the sound of his voice. Your eyes struggled to adjust to the light as you squinted up at him with a dopey grin, “S’ good.”

Sebastian chuckled, “Yeah?”

You shivered at the feeling of his hand trailing gently up and down your spine, exhaling a content sigh, “I am jelly.”

And that was the only thing you could come up with at the moment. Your mind was completely empty and your body completely lax. All morning your boyfriend had had you in this exact state, from the moment you opened your eyes to find his pretty face between your legs until now, you supposed.

He laughed again, leaning down to press a kiss to your bare shoulder, “Jelly, huh?”

You relaxed back, letting your eyes flutter shut as his nails continued to scratch along your back, “Mhmm.”

“I can tell.” There was a smirk evident in his voice, “I see that massage really got to you. I think you fell asleep not even ten minutes in.” He chuckled, “But hey, can’t say I blame you. Tina does wonders on my back too.”

“Tina is the GOAT.” You mumbled sleepily, “Can we keep her?”

“The GOAT?” He laughed, louder this time, “Nah, sweetheart. But you got me. I give pretty decent massages, don’t I? I’m a goat too, right?”

You lifted your head to look at him, shooting him your best you-better-be-joking glare while struggling to bite back a life.

He pressed a hand to his chest, looking more than a little offended, “Baby, you wound me.”

“I’m kidding.” You giggled, pulling yourself up to sit on the edge of the table, the blanket covering you falling to expose your bare body to the room. “You know I love your messages. You’re a GOAT too. And that means the greatest of all times and you are really, really great to me.”

“I know.” He smirked a little, drawing an oversized, fluffy white robe over your shoulders, “Now move your butt, honey. I have a bath waiting for you and Tina needs to pack up her stuff, she has another client an hour across town.”

“Wait.” You frowned, “You’re not getting one?”

His brows furrowed as he took a hold of your hands, helping you from the table, “Why would I?”

“I just thought…” He cut you off with a soft kiss, wrapping you up tightly in his arms.

“Today is about you.” His nose skimmed along your cheek as he lifted one hand to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear, “It’s your special day.”

“Will you at least join me in the bath?”

“No can do, baby.” He connected your lips for one more soft kiss before guiding you back in the direction of the master bathroom, “I have a lot to do and there are too many people coming in out of the house. I don’t want to leave anyone to their own devices.”

You could understand that. Anyone that was brought in, whether it be your home or publically at some restaurant or social outing, were usually pretty well vetted and always, always signed an NDA but it was still uncomfortable and there was always that what if–what if someone accidentally slipped up, what if someone had nothing to lose and didn’t care about the consequences of exposing you.

In the past, it wouldn’t have been the biggest deal if your relationship was exposed but now…

Now there was so much more on the line.

Your careers. Both of your reputations. Your lives.

You were pulled from your thoughts as a familiar older lady reentered the room, wearing a big smile, “How are you feeling, honey?”

You plastered on a matching smile, “I feel amazing, Tina. Thank you so much.”

“Of course,” She waved you off, looking a little bashful, “Happy birthday, darling girl. It was an absolute honor to do this for you.”

You blushed a little, tucking yourself shyly into Sebastian’s side. Sometimes you forgot you were a celebrity. It wasn’t like it was the first time someone had something like that to you and yet you didn’t think you would ever get used to it.

And if you were being honest, it made you uncomfortable.

It wasn’t as if you weren’t flattered. You were. Very much. You just didn’t see yourself as someone with that kind of status and you probably never would.

You weren’t the queen of England, you were just you.

“Thanks again, Tina.” Sebastian spoke up, giving you a comforting squeeze. There wasn’t a doubt he knew exactly what was going on in your head and you were beyond thankful he’d stepped in before things got too awkward. “If you give me one second to get her situated, I’ll help you carry your stuff out to your car.”

“Of course.” She shot you a smirk, wiggling her graying brows, “What a gentleman. You’re a lucky girl.”

You beamed up at your lover, burrowing your body closer to his just as he dipped down to press a kiss to your head, “I am so lucky. The luckiest woman alive.”

You shared one last smile and a little wave goodbye before Sebastian pulled you into the bathroom, closing and locking the door gently behind you. Your jaw practically hit the floor when you took in the space around you.

“Sebastian.” You breathed out, “You did all this?”

The room was mostly dark, the only light coming from the candles scattered around the counter and along the edge of the tub. There was soft, soothing music coming from a speaker and the bathtub was filled with steaming water and a mound of bubbles. It looked so inviting and smelled so good.

“Well, yeah.” He shrugged, like it was no big deal. He was trying to play it off but the blush on his cheeks told you otherwise. He pulled a hand out of his pocket, avoiding your eyes as he waved his hand towards the bath, “I put some epsom salt in the bath. I thought about adding lavender but that just might put you to sleep again. I want you to relax but not-”

You threw yourself into him, arms wrapped tightly over his shoulders and around his neck. “It’s perfect.” You smiled, pausing to press a quick kiss to his cheek. “Everything is perfect, Seb. You’re making this the best birthday ever.”

“Really?” He looked skeptical, “I know you said you wanted it to be just us but I wanted you to have the…” He waved a hand, “The full work up, ya know? I wanted you to be treated like a princess and waited hand-and-foot on today. I mean, ideally we would be on some tropical island—laying out on the beach and drinking margaritas or something. Maybe we can do that next year-”

“We definitely can.” You took his face in your hands, drawing his lips to yours for a soft, drawn out kiss, “Sebastian, this is perfect. I mean it. We could be anywhere in the world, doing anything or nothing, and I would still think it's the best birthday ever as long as I was with you.”

There was a second of silence, eyes searching one anothers before you both burst into a fit of giggles.

“I think that was the cheesiest thing you’ve ever said to me.”

You nodded, cheeks flaming, “It definitely was.”

“You’re so cute.” He smiled, scrunching his nose at you in your favorite way, “And so sweet.” He pecked your lips one last time before giving your butt a tap, “Now get that cute ass in the tub before it gets cold. I need to go help Tina.”

You playfully rolled your eyes at him, failing to suppress your smile as you did as you were told. You made a little show of stripping yourself of your robe before tossing it at him, watching with glee as his hungry eyes trailed your body, his tongue darting out to wet his lips.

“Are you sure you don’t want to join me?” You gave your hips an enticing wiggle, eyes hooded as you glanced over your shoulder at him.

“I would if i could, baby.” He approached you then, his eyes shamelessly wandering as he offered you a hand into the tub. “There will be plenty of alone time for us later to do whatever you please with me.”

You jutted your bottom lips out in an exaggerated pout, “Promise?”

“Promise.” He chuckled and with a gentle push on your shoulder, he guided you down into the sudsy hot water. “I’m gonna go help Tina and check in on a few things. I’ll be back in like ten but here is your phone,” He pulled your phone from his pocket, setting it on a towel beside the tub, “If you want to change the song or need something you can text me.”

You let out a content sigh as you sunk back against the back of the tub, submerging yourself deeper in the water, “Thank you so much.”

“Of course.” He blew you a little kiss and shot you one last boyish grin before slipping out of the bathroom, closing the door tightly behind him.

Your eyes fluttered shut, your body relaxing completely and your usually loud mind falling quiet for once.

It really was one of the best birthdays. Especially compared to last year when you were stuck in Seb’s apartment for lockdown. Even that hadn’t been all bad, at least you had been him then too.

No matter what he always managed to make you feel so special on occasions such as these.

Growing up you didn’t really have anyone that would go out of their way to be there in the way that he had for your birthday. You spent a lot of birthdays and holidays alone. More often than not, your very own father would forgot. All you yearned for as you got older was for someone to put the effort in that no one bothered to before—to heal and give that part of you, your inner child, a little extra love.

And Sebastian did that.

Without fail.

You didn’t even have to ask.

He enjoyed doing it just as much as you enjoyed receiving it.

You were ripped from your relaxed state when the music stopped abruptly, cut off by the incessant ringing of your phone. You were so annoyed by the interruption you didn’t even bother to look at the caller ID before bringing it to your ear with a breathless, “Hello?”

All you got was a croak of your name.

Your heart sank in your chest, eyes squeezing shut as you slumped back against the back of the rub.

The last person you expected to hear from anytime soon said your name again, “Are you there?”

“Sorry.” You cleared your throat, fingers pinching the bridge of your nose, “I’m here.”

“Happy birthday, baby girl.”

You rolled your eyes, biting down hard on your lip to suppress a scoff. The fucking audacity of this man. He overdoses, the hospital sends him to rehab, he sobers up for who knows how long this time, calls you because he feels kinda bad–begs for forgiveness, says he’s changed.

It was a repeating cycle.

Wash, rinse, and repeat.

It wouldn’t be too long now until he was back on the streets with something stronger than alcohol or weed running through his veins.

“You there, sweetpea?” His voice absolutely grated your nerves. Has it always been this annoying or were you finally done with this man’s shit? “I’ve been trying to get a hold of you for a few days but that boyfriend of yours keeps intercepting my calls. I’m glad I could finally reach you.”

Sebastian had done that?

Now that you think about it, you really hadn’t been on your phone much for the last couple days. It was always set on silent, resting on the nightstand in your bedroom or in Sebastian’s pocket when you were out and about.

It’s definitely possible.

And why did that make your heart want to burst right out of your chest? Why did that have tears welling up in your eyes?

God, you hadn’t even realized. For the past, however many days, he’d been shielding you from your father—protecting your heart.

What the fuck did you deserve this man?

Your name was called again, tone growing more impatient this time. But before you could respond Sebastian appeared in the doorway, balancing a tray holding a plate of chocolate covered strawberries and a huge glass of what you assumed was some sort of smoothie. The smile on his face fell as soon as he saw your expression, eyes flashing to your phone.

“Yeah.”

“That boyfriend of yours sure can be an asshole.” He huffed a little, “I mean I’m glad he’s looking out for you and all but I’m your father! He has no say in who you're talking to, especially when it comes to me.”

“Oh,” You laughed dryly, eyes locked with your lovers as he set the tray on the bathroom counter, “You’re my father now?”

You watched as Sebastian’s entire body stiffened, expression turning to one of complete stone. The flip was instantaneous. You’d only seen him like this a few times throughout the years of knowing him. He had always been slow to anger but once he was there… lets just say you would absolutely hate to be the person on the receiving end of his temper.

“Don’t be like that sweetheart—”

Before you could even blink, your phone was snatched from between your fingers.

You watched with your heart in your throat as your lover brought the phone to his ear, “I thought I told you not to bother her anymore?”

His voice, all low and raspy, sent shivers racing up your spine and butterflies bursting through your belly. This shouldn’t turn you on like it did. The tick in his jaw, the flash of fury in his cerulean eyes, and the clench in his fist shouldn’t get you riled up and hot.

You couldn’t help though. He was standing up for you.

He was protecting you.

“No, you listen to me.” He hissed, steps heavy as he paced from one end of the bathroom to the next, “You’ve put her through enough. She’s given you chance after chance, supported you and encouraged you to get your fucking shit together. She’s spent thousands of dollars to get you the help you need and every single fucking time you turn around and stab her in the fucking back.”

Your jaw was practically on the floor. Sebastian had never spoken to someone like this–not that you'd witnessed anyways. You could hardly believe your ears or your eyes when he paused his listening to pass you the plate of strawberries and the smoothie with a bashful smile.

Who was this man?

You couldn’t help but giggle a little as you sank back in the water with your smoothie in one hand and a strawberry in the other to watch the free show you were getting.

“She will reach out to you when she wants to talk.” He scrubbed a hand down his face, expression hard again, “I sincerely hope you mean that but until we see some real proof—some real change. Don’t reach out.” He waved a hand around, gesturing aminantly, “Don’t call. Don’t text. Don’t try to find her, she’s moved since then. Don’t email. Nothing. If you’re serious about this. If you love her, you’ll do as I say and respect our wishes.”

And with that he hung up. A few taps to your screen and the music started back up, softer now.

“Baby.” He shook his head, steps hesitant as he approached the side of the tub, “I am so sorry. I know I shouldn’t have done that. I should’ve told you when he first called but I couldn’t stand it-,” He sat down on the edge of the tub and you set your drink aside so he could take your hands in his, “The idea of him hurting you. I knew he’d be calling any day now. I’ve been keeping track of where he was and he’s back at the rehab center… Which don’t even worry about anything to do with that, I have it covered—cost and all.” His shoulder slumped slightly as he released a heavy sigh, “I know I should’ve talked to you but you’re doing so good, you’re happy and content.” He shook his head, “I didn’t want him to stir up your life and cause you pain like he always does.”

“Sebastian.” You said softly, rising up on your knees to take his face between your hands. “Thank you so much.” You shook your head, a small smile tugging at the corner of your lips, “You have no idea how much that means to me. I had no idea.”

“You’re not mad?”

He looked so much like a kicked puppy at that moment–eyes all soft and big, plump lips pouted, you could hardly handle it.

“I’m not mad.” You lifted yourself higher out of the water, bearing more of your body to his eyes, “I’m the opposite of mad. And if you don’t get in here right this second and kiss me, I’m coming after you.”

Never have you seen a man undress so quick.

And by the time you got out the water was cold and you were once again jelly.

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“You can’t be serious.”

“I’m not kidding, baby.” Sebastian huffed, holding a piece a fabric at the ready, “Just fucking indulge me, jeez. Why the fuck are you so stubborn?”

“Me? Stubborn?” There was no holding back a laugh, “Never!”

“Yeah.” He shook his head, rolling his eyes, “Okay. And I was born on mars.”

“You know what, you fucking wish you were born on mars–”

“Oh my God.” He interjected, voice loud but humor evident in his tone. “Turn the fuck around and let me put this fucking blind fold on your goddamn eyes, woman.”

“Jeez.” You covered your mouth with your hand and snickered, “Grumpy.”

He huffed, gripping you gently by the shoulders and spinning you away from him. You didn’t have time to protest any further before the blindfold was yanked over your eyes and he took your hands in his, guiding you outside.

“See.” You could practically hear the smirk in his voice, “Was that so hard?”

“Fuck off.” You practically beamed and he laughed.

You let him lead you further into the backyard.

You had absolutely no day what he had planned, all you knew was he’d been working on whatever was back here on and off all day.

Today had been filled with nothing but surprises from the moment you woke up. Starting with breakfast in bed, followed by the in-home massage, pedicure, and facial, of course, the bath, and then a painting class he’d set up after a nice, light lunch. You did a puzzle together, did some karaoke on a machine he recently bought, and had a nice dinner from your favorite little family owned pizza shop a few blocks over with a few glasses of wine.

You hated everything to do with surprises unless it came from him. He knew you well enough to know what you would like. You trusted him more than you trusted yourself at times.

Everything was perfect.

He was perfect.

There was nothing that could ruin this day now.

“Okay.” Your lover spoke up, “You ready?”

You laughed, feeling a little giddy, “I was born ready, Stan!”

He didn’t respond but instead ripped the fabric from your head.

The moment your eyes adjusted, a gasp tumbled from your lips.

“Holy…” You turned to look at him, tears welling up in your eyes, “Sebastian.”

“Baby?” He reached for you and you let him take your hand, “Don’t cry.”

“What the-”

You took a step towards the canopy he’d set up around a big blow up mattress completely covered in a million different blankets and pillows. On each side of the bed was a little table filled with all different kinds of snacks, drinks, and candy. Positioned at the end of the bed was a huge projector screen with Netflix already pulled up.

“I can’t believe you.” For, what felt like the millionth time today, you turned and launched yourself into his embrace, “This is the best surprise ever.” You grabbed his face between your hands, layering kisses all over his face, “I’m so fucking happy. Thank you. Thank you.”

He laughed, all warm and light, hoisting you up by the back of your thighs before tossing you lightly on the mattress and crawling up over you. “Does that mean I did good?”

You wrapped yourself back around him, tugging him down by the collar of his t-shirt, “It means you did great.”

You dragged him down further, connecting your lips in a hot, needy kiss. He indulged you for a few minutes, lips pressing incessantly against yours, tongues tangling when you opened your mouth for him.

He pulled back with a frustrated groan. “Fuck.” His forehead dropped to yours, “I forgot the popcorn.”

“No.” You whined, making grabby hands as he moved off you, crawling towards the edge of the bed, “Don’t go!”

“I’ll be right back!” He chuckled, pulling himself up to stand, “You get comfy, pick out a movie, and I’ll turn out the back lights and grab the popcorn.” He glanced back over his shoulder at you, shooting you a wink, “I know how much you love it. It’s a must.”

You gave a little hmph as he left but did as told, sliding beneath the comforter after locating the remote and adjusting the many pillows and blankets to your liking. Once comfortable, you started working your way through the many selections Netflix had to offer, trying to find something good to watch.

You were stuck between a romcom or a scary movie so you decided to wait until Sebastian returned.

Minutes ticked by and he still had yet to return.

You gave it a few more minutes.

I mean, how long did it take to make popcorn?

Definitely not this long.

With a huff, you threw the covers off and slid out of the comfy bed and trekked back towards the house. You were going to chew his ass if he was farting around on his phone or something.

“Sebastian.” You practically stomped into the house, through the living room but came to an abrupt halt when you picked up the sound of voices near the front of the house. You took a detour, listening as the voices got louder and more heated with every step.

“You need to leave right fucking now.”

That was Sebastian’s voice. Your heart felt like it was seconds away from crawling up your throat as you finally stepped into the hallway, the doorway in sight.

“I mean it,” His voice was so cold and nasty, “You’re not welcome here tonight. You weren’t supposed to come for at least another week.”

“Plans change.”

Your heart changed directions, dropping to your ass as you took in the sight of a farmilar blonde standing on the front porch with her luggage at her feet.

“Sebastian.”

He spun around, expression softening as soon as he laid eyes on you. “Baby.”

“What are you doing here?” You looked past him, locking eyes with a pair of dark ones.

You didn’t like the look in her eye nor the sly smirk painted across her lips. She knew exactly what she was doing, she knew what today was.

“Coming to see my boyfriend.” She grinned, reaching out to trail her fingers down his arm, fortunately he immediately shrugged her off, “Of course.”

You were wrong.

There was something that could ruin this day.

And that something was Catalina.

You were officially in your own personal hell.

Happy fucking birthday to you, right?

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by idkwhatimdoingbutslay

“Pretend? Like pretending to date? Vi, are you delirious? When was the last time you ate? Is it a concussion? Have you been wearing your proper lacrosse gear?” Caitlyn rubs her temples, massaging them as if her head was on the verge of exploding. “I’m just saying, we could both get something out of keeping this up.” “It has the be a concussion,” Caitlyn murmurs under her breath. Vi rolls her eyes at her dramatics, picking up her bag and throwing the strap over her shoulder before hopping out. Caitlyn leans her head against the rest behind her, closing her eyes and clenching her long digits around the leather wheel. Vi leans back down into the car, her hand on the roof as she pokes her head back in. “You don’t have to give me an answer now. Just… think about it.” She finally shut the door, leaving Caitlyn to do what she does best. Caitlyn takes a while to pull away, but as soon as The Last Drop’s door shuts behind her, she’s gone.

💌💙💘💌

Caitlyn and Vi are trying to juggle responsibilities, insecurities, family issues and their futures all at once when Caitlyn's love letters accidentally get out and show them a new way of living.

Words: 5055, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Arcane: League of Legends (Cartoon 2021), League of Legends

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F

Characters: Caitlyn (League of Legends), Vi (League of Legends), Mylo (Arcane: League of Legends), Claggor (Arcane: League of Legends), Jinx (League of Legends), Vander (League of Legends), Cassandra Kiramman, Tobias Kiramman, Miss Sarah Fortune, Jayce (League of Legends), Corina Veraza, Kai'Sa (League of Legends)

Relationships: Caitlyn/Vi (League of Legends), Caitlyn & Miss Sarah Fortune, Miss Sarah Fortune/Vi, Jinx & Vi (League of Legends), Vander & Vi (League of Legends), Caitlyn (League of Legends) & Cassandra Kiramman & Tobias Kiramman, Caitlyn/Corina Veraza, Caitlyn & Jayce (League of Legends)

Additional Tags: Jinx Goes by Powder (League of Legends), Alternate Universe - High School, based on the award winning movie To All The Boys I've Loved Before, Love Letters, Everyone Is Alive, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Vi Needs a Hug (League of Legends), Caitlyn Needs a Hug (League of Legends), Falling In Love, romcom, theyre cute and messy, its takes a min but they get there, ive been screaming about this au in my mind for too long, Hot Tub, LMAO, Politics, not much but its in there, Girls Kissing, idek what else but its fun !!!!!, Mommy Issues

Read on A03. from AO3 works tagged ‘Caitlyn/Vi (League of Legends)’

[truly-morgan]

[WRH makes sure his overworked employee takes a break]

RuoCheng | Mo Dao Zu Shi Modern AU 26-12-2021

[modern work office!#jiangcheng and boss!#wenruohan (maybe implied pre-slash ruocheng🤔😏)]

wrh sighed after the long day at work, rubbing the exhaustion from his eyes. Things had been a bit rougher at work recently, but they were soon finally going to get through it.

he got up, getting ready to go home when he was on his way down he realised one of his best employees was still working diligently at his desk, no one to be seen around and barely any light still on.

A small smile appeared on his lips at how hardworking jc was, he truly had given his all in the last couple of days to help them get out of there, and he didn't regret taking him in after he got out of the Jiang inc.

he walked over to him, frowning a bit when he saw how many empty coffee cups were on his desk, dark circles under his eyes as the man was tiredly working, grumbling while deleting something he messed up from his exhaustion.

"Jiang Cheng~" sang lowly wrh in the young man's ear, making him jump and turn around with a blush on his cheeks. "B-boss!! I thought you were already gone" he said.

wrh only hummed, leaning over jiang cheng to look at what he was working on, saving his files and logging off (not without making sure all progress was saved) under the protest of his hardworking employee.

"I was nearly finished!" jc complained, trying to spin his chain back, only to be coaxed out of his chair by strong hands on his shoulder.

"I know you were close to finishing, my a-cheng is the best employee, always finishing his task quickly and flawlessly" he praised, enjoying the blush on the man's face at the compliment, "But I cannot accept you ruining your health by overworking yourself".

if others could have a break, so could jc. he didn't need to do so much overtime to be considered good (this was something wrh was still working on making him stop doing. baby steps).

"I am not overworked" jc tried to argue.

"In the last five minutes I heard you curse the god ten times because you were accidentally messing up because of fatigue" wrh pointed out.

jc looked embarrassed that he had been standing behind him for so long and even saw that.

"Come here," wrh said as he saw him looking down, pulling the young man in a high, satisfied at how he leaned onto him. "I need my best employee well-rested, I would be mad at myself if I knew something happened because you overworked yourself".

It took a bit of convincing, but wrh ended up coaxing jc to his place (no way he would let him ride the train and maybe work some more at home).

He made him a good rather late dinner, letting him take a good bath and borrow clothes.

jc was supposed to work the next day, but wrh decided he would have the same day off as him, making him rest at his place.

This also allowed wrh to spoil jc, helping him relax as much as possible, forget about work. be it watching whatever tv-show he may want to see, got get food, do some shopping.

they went to get a massage, which he could see did really good for the usually tensed jc.

there was nothing more satisfying than to see a well-rested and well-relaxed little a-cheng.

wrh would totally make him rest again the next time he saw him overwork himself.

Original

[torturedtypewritersdept]

blue eyes + bruises - blurb - she has your eyes

✯ pairing:

doctor!rafe cameron x fem!reader

✯ summary:

a tragic car accident looks like it'll be the end for you, but dr. cameron is here to make sure that doesn't happen.

✯ warnings:

mature themes, mentions of anxiety, nostalgia, and fear, car accident, death of a spouse (not rafe or y/n), major surgery, injuries, hurt/comfort, angst, fluff, etc.

✯ a/n:

nothing!! please don't engage if you have a hard time with any of these topics <3 this was origianlly posted on my old blog @/illicitfixations, @/lovelornanonymity back in 2021/2022 and i have rewritten + reshared it here :) the next chapter i spent literally so much time on and i can't wait to share it!!!!

You stood at the reception area of the emergency department, an olive green smock-style dress draped over your form as you held the underside of your nine-month-old belly in an attempt to ease the pain of the fifth contraction you’d had in the past hour. You squeezed your eyes shut again as another wave of pain passed over you. 

“Can you page Dr. Rafe Cameron, please?” 

You asked the nurse through clenched teeth who you weren’t familiar with; ‘she must be a new grad’ you thought to yourself. Where’s Jenni when you really need her?

“I sure can, may I ask what he needs to be paged for?” 

You couldn’t blame this newly hired nurse for her question, you were sure that she was wondering why a woman who looked to be in active labor was wanting her to page an orthopedic surgeon. You knew it was procedure unless you were family for them to ask what the doctor was needed for and if you were in your right mind, you would’ve recognized that. But, you weren’t in your right mind – the not sleeping because of the pain in your pelvis was getting to you and with Rafe working days so he could be at home with you at night, there was no way you could wake him up and ask him to do the massage that the physical therapist had taught you. You let out an exasperated sigh and just as you did, Jenni, your most favorite person in the entire world, turned the corner. You were anxious for many reasons; your body about to push out a baby was first on the list, needing to find your husband was second, and the third, and most looming dreadfully, was the fact that apart from lunches and picking your husband up and doctor’s appointments, you hadn’t been in the hospital in a long time – you hadn’t been a patient in a long time and the anxiety of it all was threatening to overtake you completely.

“Ma’am, what does he need to be paged for?” 

The new grad nurse, who you now realized was named Lizzie, asked you again at the same time that Jenni made her way behind the desk. As you read her name tag – you hyper fixated on whether or not it was short for Elizabeth or something else. You and Rafe had thrown around the name Elizabeth for a middle name – a tribute to the eldest Cameron girl, but had decided against it. You wanted your sweet baby to be unique and to grow into her own name, not be in the shadow of someone else’s. 

“Hey, sweet girl, are you looking for Dr. Handsome?” 

She joked, knowing who you had been asking for before even hearing the contents of the conversation in front of her. 

“Yeah.” 

You spoke meekly and Jenni watched you carefully as you squeezed your eyes shut, this time doubling over and yelling out as the contraction attempted to bring you to your knees. She quickly made her way over to you, grabbing your hand in hers and taking your hospital bag from your shoulders, doing her best to bring you back to an upright position. 

“I think we’re having this sweet baby, today, mama.” 

You gingerly nodded with fear stricken eyes. Being back here – in a place where you spent so much of your time – where you met your husband, but also where you struggled to walk again, where you almost died; it all has quickly become too much to handle and you needed Rafe to remind you of the strength it gave you, the beautiful little girl you were about to bring into this world, and the wonderful life it had helped you create. You just needed him and you just needed him now. 

“I can’t do it without him, Jenni. I need you to find him.” 

Your pleading eyes told her all she needed to know – you were scared – and she hadn’t seen you look this way in a long time. 

“Lizzie, call the OR and let Dr. Cameron know that his wife is in labor.” 

She instructed, tone forceful but kind before she looked back at you. 

“Look at me, mama. He’s gonna be with you soon, I promise. But, right now, I’m gonna take you up to Dr. Lebel’s office, okay?” 

It only made sense to move your OB-GYN’s office to the hospital; Rafe worked here and it made attending appointments much easier. Not to mention, he no longer likes the idea of you in a car by yourself, even five years after your accident. You nodded your head at Jenni’s words and let her lead you to the elevator and up to the fourth floor, where Dr. Lebel’s office was located. 

-

You were in the waiting room for ten minutes when Rafe came barreling through the door. You couldn’t help but giggle at how disheveled he was – still draped in the same scrubs he had left the house in that morning; but hair messy and all over the place, and that fucking mustache; even nine months pregnant and in extreme pain, it was heating up your core. You made grabby hands at him like a baby and he obliged with the Rafe Cameron smile, pulling you in for a hug and rubbing your back with both of his hands. 

“Hi, mama. What’s going on, sweetheart?” 

He asked, sweetly, happy to see you, of course, but concerned by the tone of voice Lizzie used when she called the operating room. He quickly got another doctor to step in and finish the surgery he was performing so he could be with you just in case your little bean decided to make her debut into the world, today of all days. 

“I didn’t sleep at all last night.” 

You said, moving to sit back down into the chair as another contraction made its way into your atmosphere, yet again. You doubled over, the pain was growing sharper each time and they were becoming closer together. You knew you were going to meet your baby girl very soon. Rafe moved quickly, grabbing your hands so you didn’t fall forward and scooting you back into the chair that sat in a sea of ones just like it in the somewhat empty waiting room. You opened your eyes as the wave of pain passed and you panted for breath, the fullness of your belly moved up and down with the correlation of your breasts as your lungs expanded to try and get more air. Rafe waited with kind eyes and a patient tongue, letting you finish explaining what was going on before opening his mouth to speak. 

“I tossed and turned all night – the pain in my pelvis – it was just too much.” 

You let out an exasperated sigh, growing quiet as you waited for him to respond. His strong hands moved to your head as he began to rub soothing circles into your hair. The two of you were no strangers to the effects that the accident had on your pregnancy and pelvic pain from the previously crushed bones that Rafe reorchestrated and seemingly put back together was one of them. He was proactive; getting you quickly into prenatal physical therapy by the end of your first trimester and going to every appointment with you, listening to the physical therapist and massaging your hips in the way you liked so much every time he could. 

“Why didn’t you wake me up, baby? I would’ve done that massage you like.” 

He spoke and you almost melted, knowing that had you just woke him, the thing you wanted was what he would’ve done anyways; how very – Rafe Cameron of him.  

“I didn’t want to wake you, sweet boy. I knew you had to work.” 

You replied, cupping his cheek. 

“Yeah, but you’re more important than anything here. You know that, mama. You and my sweet girl in your little tummy are so much more important.” 

Rafe was selfless and if Molly’s death taught him anything, it was not to take the ones you love for granted. That was something he never intended to do again and it was a lesson that had stuck with him, even seven years later. You put your forehead to his and he kissed your nose before you continued with the events of the morning. 

“Anyways, the pain spread from my hips to my tummy this morning and when I had five contractions in an hour, I came in. I think we’re about to have a baby.” 

He almost squealed in excitement. 

“I can’t wait, mama. My girl is giving me a baby girl.” 

He spoke in content as the door flung open and the nurse called your name for you to come back and see the doctor. Rafe stood and grabbed your hand, helping you move to your feet ever so slowly, the nine-month-old bump you sported made you teeter and the last thing he wanted was for you to fall. His protective hands guided you through the threshold of the door. 

-

You made your way to the room after the nurse noted that your blood pressure was a little bit elevated. You shook that off quickly, the anxiety of giving birth and the pain that had been coursing through your body all night made it make sense. Rafe helped you onto the table and the nurse gently draped the cloth over your lower half, lifting your dress to just below your breasts as Dr. Lebel came in. 

“I heard you’re not feeling the greatest, mama.” 

Rafe gingerly nodded as he met her eyes. He had placed himself on a stool at your head, rubbing soothing circles into your hair once more, the hand of yours that was closest to him was squeezing his – the anxiety coursing heavily through your veins. One thing had never changed about you and that was your need for his touch in a crisis. He loved that about you. While he couldn’t physically help because babies weren’t his specialty, he could soothe you with his touch and that’s what he intended to do. 

“Her contractions are getting closer and closer.” 

Rafe spoke into the air and the doctor nodded. 

“Well, let’s take a look at our girl, shall we?” 

You looked at Rafe who gave you a smile before eagerly nodding at your doctor. One special thing that Rafe developed during your pregnancy was the way he smiled ear-to-ear every time he saw his little girl on the ultrasound screen. He was giddy – like that of a giggling little girl; he never could get over the fact that because of you, because of Molly’s orchestration of him finding you, he was married to the love of his life and he was about to get to be the daddy to the world’s most perfect little girl. 

“Jelly’s gonna be a little cold.” 

She brought the bottle over your belly, squirting it and watching as it gently fell on to your tan skin. You squirmed under the chill of the gel and Rafe giggled. After nine months of ultrasounds, your reaction was still the same – even though you had felt the icy-like drop of the gel as it descended down to your belly more times than he could count on his hands, you always, always, expected it not to be cold. He marked it up to you expecting the good in everything; even this tiny detail about cold gel made him love you more than he did the second previously. His eyes went from the doctor to the screen as she dutifully began to spread the gel around your abdomen and your baby girl appeared on the screen. Her heartbeat was the symphony and yours was the orchestra; one couldn’t co-exist without the other. You were thankful that through all the fear of the morning, her heartbeat was still there. It meant she was good, it meant she was safe. Tears lined your eyes as you turned your head to look at Rafe, the sheet of paper draped over the pillow crinkling as you met his eyes. He smiled and leaned in to place a kiss on your forehead. 

“She’s okay, baby. Look at her moving around, she’s perfect.” 

He said pointing at the screen. Dr. Lebel was quiet for a moment before locking eyes with Rafe and speaking only with her eyes, something only doctors seemed to know how to do. Rafe knew what it meant – it meant something wasn’t right. 

“What is it, doc?” 

He asked, nonchalantly but his tone was laced with concern. Your eyes went wide. 

“I-is something wrong?” 

You stuttered. Which Rafe knew meant your anxiety was reaching a peak of no return, rapidly. 

“Slow down, nothing is wrong. We don’t want to scare you, mama. Baby girl is measuring at nine pounds – like we discussed previously, with the previous crush injury to your pelvis, a nine pound baby is going to be extremely rough on your body; it may even re-break your pelvis. The pelvis loosens quite a bit in a normal person, but because of the pins and screws in yours, I don’t want to risk reinjury.” 

Rafe’s eyes almost popped out of his head at the thought of your tiny bones breaking for the second time in order to bring your daughter into the world. The worst part was, he knew you’d be fine with that, he knew you’d go to that length to ensure that a c-section wasn’t necessary because if he knew anything about you it was that you didn’t want anyone besides him operating on you – you didn’t trust anyone besides him to. It made sense, he had been the one to repeatedly bring you through surgery over and over, it was him who laid with you and held you close so you’d know you weren’t alone all those late nights in the hospital. You were scared, you were experiencing post-traumatic stress and there was little to nothing he could do about it. But, he knew for damn sure that he was not going to let your first chance at motherhood be spent the way your days in the hospital were – you were going to enjoy this if he had anything to do with it and you deserved that much. 

“So, what do you suggest, doc? What are our options here? I know she’s pretty dead set on a vaginal birth, is that still possible?”

Rafe questioned her with intent – he needed to know what the odds were that your pelvis wasn’t going to break into pieces right in front of him. 

“It’s possible, but the outcomes are extremely grim. Rafe, you know what happens when a pelvis splinters, she’s risking internal bleeding. Not to mention, the significant amount of pain she will already be in as a new mom. We don’t need to add emergency surgery to fix broken bones to that. I would suggest a c-section. I know that’s not in your plan, but it is the safer option.” 

You looked to Rafe with pleading eyes, begging him not to make you do this. 

“I’m going to step out and let you guys talk about it for a few minutes.” 

Dr. Lebel said, giving the both of you a reassuring smile before stepping out and closing the door behind her. 

“Rafferty, please don’t make me do this.” 

You whispered, your voice cracking as the emotion of it all overcame you. Nothing hurt Rafe more than that sound, but he knew he had to give you some tough love in this situation to protect you. 

“Come on, mama. You had to use my government name and the conversation has barely started?” 

It was a half-joke, he needed you to smile so you’d know – so he’d know that this would all be okay and at the end of the day you would have a healthy baby. But, a smile is not what he got. Instead, he watched as your lip trembled and he lurched forward, pulling you into his arms, your belly creating distance between you. It was almost as if the sweet girl inside you was giving her input into the situation. 

“Rafe, c-can’t you just – c-can’t you fix it if it breaks?” 

He was taken aback by your question, though he shouldn’t have been. He knew you like the back of his hand and he knew this was the eerie and winding path your brain would go down. He wished so badly that your brain would give you a break and that for once it would follow the yellow brick road – the normal path of thinking. But, anxiety is anxiety and he knew it well, no matter what the doctor had said, you were going to be anxious because this was a monumental life event for the both of you and him wishing things were different wouldn’t change that. 

“No, mama. I can’t. It could splinter and make you bleed internally. It could kill you baby and as much as I love you and want to make you comfortable, I have my boundaries too, baby – watching you die is not on my to-do list for today. Not to mention, I can’t – I won’t – let you enter motherhood unable to walk and in intense pain; that’s not fair to you or little bean. She needs her mama and she needs her mama whole and healthy, okay?” 

You could only whimper as you nodded in response. 

- 

Only an hour later, you were laying on your back on an operating table, arms spread wide, tied to the table in the shape of a crucifix. Rafe sat on a rolling stool at your head, his regular blue surgical garb adorned his body and his hands sat on top of your head. You looked up at him with fear stricken eyes as the doctors and nurses worked around you, moving the contents of your stomach out of it in an attempt to get to your baby girl. 

“Rafe, I’m scared.” 

You whispered and he stood, peering his eyes down and over the mask that sat on his face until they met yours. 

“I know, baby. But, it’s okay. Not much longer, now.” 

Those blue orbs were the only thing that grounded you as you heard the faintest cry, that managed to get louder and louder by the second. He brought his forehead to yours and you breathed out a breath of relief. 

“Our girl has arrived, mama.” 

He muttered and you smiled softly at the thought. 

“Rafe, go with her.” 

You demanded and he nodded his head as they took her to the incubator in the corner of the room, working quickly to rid her of the contents of your blood and fluid. As quickly as he had left, he returned to your side with tears in his eyes as he brought your daughter to your chest and allowed you to place kisses to her tiny pink button nose. She was the perfect mixture of you and Rafe; his nose, your cheeks, his hair, your lips, and just as you were committing her features to memory she blinked her eyes open. They were the same cerulean blue of her father’s and you thanked your lucky star’s the one prayer you had sent up had become reality. 

“Rafe, she has your eyes.” 

He mewled at the small fact as he took her from your arms, holding her head in his palm and placing his other hand on her tiny bottom. He bounced her for only a moment, letting tears cascade down his face as the harsh reality hit him that even though he had lost Molly, he had gained all the things he ever prayed for in the end. He placed his forehead against hers, taking in her scent, scared that he’d never smell it again. 

“Millie June Cameron. Hi, baby. I’m your daddy.” 

He cooed. 

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[jmjgalaxy]

I think Winter started being distant in 2021 we can see in this video

we know Karina calling Winter as puppy cuz she's so cute

yet if we look clearly Winter wasn't enjoying when K treated her like a small puppy

aslo what's in aespa bag video filmed around feb 2021

W did sulking cuz K ignored her present and K said "why does that matter, I just need to use it often from now on"

at that time W really admired K (maybe even had a puppy crush on K) so when K said that she got sad and sulky

as we know Winter want to look like a cool smart idol not cute and lovely kid. She said on bubble that she started to choose her own hair outfit styles starting from Next Level Savage era

2021 was the year Winter was beginning to build her strong idol image

In Next Level behind the scenes Winter seemed she was not in friendly mood with Karina yet K massaged her shoulders and tried to joke with her saying "camera looks like her grey and black

but W didn't like it 😂

around 2021 Nov DCT

as we see Karina kneltndown to Winter for a mistake which was unnecessary

It might be other cases happened between them behind the screen.

at Coachella Apr 2022 Winter still acted sulky with Karina also she didn't like obvious fan service on screen so when aespa did Instagram live she told Karina "not to be too obvious" when K called her jagiya on screen 😆 later K called every girl jagiya 😬

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What I knew from tarot reading video from 2022 on YT was W did really quarrel with K and she saw Knas her rival . Maybe she didn't like to be called a puppy, not wanting to be seen in public eyes as a cute kid, weak idol . She was building her image as hexagonal ace idol persistently.

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The way Winter kept distancing herself from the group members especially Karina. She said something like I don't want to express my inner thoughts in past years

Karina was taking care and acted softly with Winter in 2022

W sent video on bubble K talking to her "it's love" on K birthday

For Karina she didn't like Winter isolating herself so she tried to reach to her, talk to her saying jokes and teasing her but Winter still acting cold

on aespa anni day 2022 when W read comment "Yu Jimin I love you" the girl was so surprised she couldn't even speak a full sentence after that

In late 2022

When W cried on synk road I think that the time K overprotective mood was sky high

maybe she realized she love LOVE Winter

When jiminjeong did Instagram live in Dec 2022

we see K openly flirting with W still W trying hard to ignore K stares

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Winter sang Yours at SMCU 1 Jan 2023 with Chanyeol and Mark

after airing smcu at midnight Karina sent selca with Winter on bubble

I'M YOURS

YOU'RE MINE

THE SECRETS OF THE WORLD

(someone was possessive )

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Karina was so bold and straight forward telling she love her I think from Winter pov K was just teasing her and flirting for fun fan service on screen

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(also W did acknowledged her feelings for K in rookie days in my opinion)

Idk someone remember there was a TikTok video at the airport? Winter stopped smiling when she saw K waving to one male fan in the crowd

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Karina is sun sign Aries also venus sign. She likes to chase when W was sulking and distancing she already determined to declare her love for Winter 🫠

as we guess there were many things happened between them 2023 on tour especially after chuseok

they talked about wedding on jp national tv and hard launching eo with gf tiktok

now Karina saying she found her best partner

and Winter looking forward to their 80s days 🥹🫶

I hope they can get married and travel together the world

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You step up into the 2021 Cadillac Escalade, you get it on the highway, and the Super Cruise light illuminates itself on the dash. You click the button, a strip of light on the steering wheel turns green, and then that’s it. For all intents and purposes, you’re just a supervisor. Hands are off the wheel, eyes are on the road, away you go down the Interstate. When this happens, everything changes. Really, you’re no longer in a car as you know it. In my case, you’re in a big luxurious room on wheels that, for as long are you’re on a mapped highway—which was every highway I drove on—you just have to keep looking ahead. You begin to adjust to your surroundings, you get more curious about what’s on the radio. A question pops into your head: What do I do now? Besides shut off the heated steering wheel, that is.

Peter Holderith

2021 Cadillac Escalade Platinum, By the Numbers

- Base Price (as Tested): $77,890 ($112,465) - Powertrain: 6.2-liter naturally aspirated V8 | 10-speed automatic transmission | four-wheel drive - Horsepower: 420 @ 5,600 RPM - Torque: 460 lb-ft @ 4,100 RPM - Curb Weight: 5,822 pounds - EPA Fuel Economy: 14 mpg city | 19 highway | 16 combined - Quick Take: Sell all your shit and buy this thing.

Super Cruising

The 2021 Escalade Platinum is one of the biggest luxury SUVs you can buy and the Lincoln Navigator‘s arch-nemesis. It’s a seven- or eight-passenger behemoth with a big giant everything and a massive reputation to boot. In its latest iteration, it finally lives up to the hype it’s been building for five generations—especially when fitted with Super Cruise, General Motors’ $2,500 advanced driver-assistance system. Any trim that has the word “Platinum” in the name gets it as an option, and my loaner was equipped as such. Once Super Cruise turns on, the question of “What do I do now?” is an easy one to answer. You flick on the heated and cooled massage seats. Whatever music you eventually decide to listen to sounds the best that you’ve ever heard it because it’s being piped out of a 36-speaker AKG system. So it better. You can also—so long as you’re attentive—eat, drink, rub your hands together in anticipation like a cartoon villain. Or just relax. This is all made possible by Super Cruise, Cadillac’s hands-free highway driver-assist. As far as I’m concerned, it’s truly one of the best driver-assist systems out there. You get on the highway, a light blinks on in the dash, and after the click of a button, you can take your hands off the wheel as the car maintains a set speed, stays in its lane, and changes lanes when you toggle the turn signals. Since GM has mapped pretty much the entire Interstate with LiDAR, you can travel mile after mile without ever touching the steering wheel. Think of it as a really advanced radar cruise control and lane-centering system combined into one. Cadillac makes it clear that it’s absolutely not a self-driving system, which becomes obvious if you try to abuse it. If you take your eyes off the road for more than five seconds, the green light on the steering wheel starts blinking. After that, it’s only a few seconds before the light goes red, the system tells you to regain control, and you have to wait several seconds until it re-enables itself. It’s also careful about where it can be used. For instance, it knew if there was a construction zone ahead. If that was the case, it alerted me to regain control well before I crossed through it. This applied to any parts of the highway it encountered that were unmapped or under construction. It wasn’t a common occurrence, but the Escalade always handled it well, letting me re-enable Super Cruise as soon as it was safe to do so. If you don’t regain control when Super Cruise tells you it’s going to shut off, the car gradually begins decelerating until it turns on the hazard lights and stops completely. If you’re a repeat offender and must re-enable the system multiple times, it will eventually lock you out altogether. A voice tells you that the system is shutting off for good—I imagined it was Mary Barra—and then you must shut off the engine to get Super Cruise back.

Zachary Samalonis

Peter Holderith

Peter Holderith

Peter Holderith

Peter Holderith

Zachary Samalonis

Zachary Samalonis I got locked out once and I didn’t let it happen again. Why? Because Super Cruise is not something you’re going to want to live without once you’ve had a taste. It handled every traffic situation I encountered, from twisty dual carriageways like New England’s Merrit Parkway to erratic drivers between Boston and Philadelphia. It stayed in the center of its lane, it slowed down for tighter corners, and if other drivers got too close—truck drivers, mostly—it would nudge itself over to make you feel a little better. It changed lanes smoothly when I asked it to via the blinker stalk, taking a brief moment to make sure the coast was clear and then moving over smoothly and predictably. It would sometimes get confused and hang between two lanes if I didn’t hold the stalk down until most of the car was in the other lane, but that was user error more than anything. It was also one of the few things that could be qualified as a “mistake” that Super Cruise ever made while I was using it. If you find yourself driving long distances consistently, Super Cruise is really a must-have, and if you’re curious whether or not your local highways are mapped with LiDAR, Cadillac has a convenient page on its website to tell you. You’ll notice if you look at that map that it covers almost every major stretch of Interstate, meaning if you wanted to hop on Interstate 80 in New Jersey and drive all the way to California, hands-free, you could. Speaking of the Interstate, the longest I spent without touching the wheel of this Escalade was about 150 miles on my way from Philadelphia to Boston. Generally, the only time the system wasn’t enabled is when I had to change highways or if there was a construction zone. It was always just a matter of time until it came back online, though. This system changes the way you think about driving on the highway. It’s no longer, “Oh god, I have to spend three hours on the Interstate.” It’s, “Oh, God, after I spend three hours on the Interstate I’m actually going to have to stop supervising and drive this thing.“

The Good Continues Off the Highway

That’s not to say this new Escalade is bad to drive. In fact, if you read my previous review of a non-Super Cruise-equipped Escalade, you’ll know it hides at least a portion of its immense weight effectively due to advanced magnetic shocks and adaptive air suspension. Thanks to its 420-horsepower, 6.2-liter V8, it also has plenty of power, and the 10-speed automatic transmission is just as sweet as usual: shifting smoothly, quietly, perfectly. It’s good to drive for an SUV, but Super Cruise makes the mundane part of getting from point A to B feel like even more of a chore than it already is. You wish you could turn it on in more circumstances.

Peter Holderith

Peter Holderith

Peter Holderith

Peter Holderith But what really makes all of this work—what makes this new rolling house you’re in feel like somewhere you want to spend time—is the interior you get with the top-of-the-range “Platinum” trim. The previous “Premium Luxury” Escalade I had felt solid and luxurious. This Platinum car is over the top. The wood is some of the most ornate and tasteful I’ve ever seen in a vehicle, every soft-touch plastic surface in the cheaper car is now upholstered in supple white cotton. It’s just hard to believe this is based on the Tahoe at all.

Minor Faults

Despite all of this, not a lot of people notice that you’re driving an Escalade with no hands. But with a sticker price of $112,465, they should. Cadillac needs to do a bit of a better job marketing Super Cruise when a car is equipped with it. Put a badge on the outside so people know what they’re missing when they pass you on the highway. Make the Super Cruise logo something visually interesting, not just a steering wheel, or a boring-looking driver-assist switch. Autonomous driving was just a dream for GM 70 years ago, but behind the wheel of this Escalade, you get the impression that it’s finally beginning to be realized. Show us that! And if I’m going to spend a little time complaining, the only real fault of this truck is its size. It’s tough to park by yourself, the automatic parking system doesn’t work very well, and it takes up most of its own lane. Super Cruise feels great in something this big because it’s so comfortable, but there were multiple instances during my time with the Escalade that I wished I was in something smaller. There is no getting around this thing’s sheer physical mass.

The Standard of the World

It’s impossible to end on a negative note for this truck, though. I said before not many people realize you’re Super Cruising hands-free down the Interstate. But the few who do notice really notice.

The Super Cruise button looks like any other driver-assist system’s., Peter Holderith One guy in a Bentley Bentayga on Merrit Parkway did. Midway around a sweeping left turn, his passenger looked over, uttered something to him, and they both took quick glances looking over at me, and then my steering wheel, and then back at me. I looked back and imagined what they were thinking. It didn’t matter they were in a car that, when comparing base prices, cost double what this Escalade does. The badge on the front of his Bentley didn’t matter either. At that moment, he was driving, and for all intents and purposes, I wasn’t. I was just making sure the car didn’t mess up, which it never did. For $112,465, this Cadillac is worth far more than every penny. But even having said that, I’ll be the first to admit that the brand still has work to do in order to fix its reputation. It has spent much of the 2000s—arguably far longer than that—struggling to nail down its identity. “Standard of the World” used to be a complete joke. In this Escalade, though, it’s just not so funny anymore. Read More Review / Nelson Rigg Quick-Release Saddlebag Plates Recapping the FIM Junior GP, ETC, Stock ECh and Moto2 action from Estoril finale They Were Stuck in a Tornado But Survived Because of One Critical Factor Read the full article

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Dentist

"Dentistry is more of an art than a science, more subjective than objective, resulting in wide variations in clinical judgements and interventions between dental practitioners." Robert L. Caplin, British Dental Journal volume 230, pages337–343 (2021)

Ref: https://www.nature.com/articles/s41415-021-2726-4

During my dentist last visit to Japan, his colleague treated a Cerebral Palsy patient with tooth issues by carefully examining their body & providing PNF (Proprioceptive Neuromuscular Facilitation) & massage treatment.

PNF could be beneficial for other patients with postural imbalance issues that may be connected to dental problems. It's recommended to seek a doctor who can provide a full diagnosis & a holistic approach rather than just treating the symptoms.

Prosthodontist issue: TMD (Temporomandibular disoders / Bruxism) TMJ teeth, muscles, joint

The jaw joint never rest, working 24 hours.

Temporary Solution: custom splint, adjustment needed every now and then. Some exercise and massage needed. However, it’s incurable disease, long life maintenance with hope it’s getting better w the given tool.

In relation to Sleep disorder & dental patient : Snoring & OSA Obstructive Sleep Apnea

Sleeping Cycle: -Non REM sleep 80% -Quiet sleep -Light sleep -REM deep sleep

Help to prevent snoring: -No alcohol or sleeping pills before bed -Maintain Ideal body weight -Sleep in side ways

Key factor of OSA: In relation with breathing muscle & upper airway, abnormal anatomy airway, obesity, pathophysiology.

Sleep related Breathing disorders

Test using PSG polysomnography

OSA complication: -Cardiovascular: Coronary, heart, stroke, sudden death, hypertension. -Exhausted & Sleepiness during daytime: accident, emotional, depression, low memory & coordination, headache, impotency -Gherlin hormon (hunger hormone) -Complication:

Pregnancy complication, eye (glaucoma), bladder peeing at night, diabetes, metabolism syndrome, fatty liver, chronic obstructive, pulmonary, & gerd.

Solution: Oral Medication, Operation, Device (CPAP/ MAD/ DSA/ OA/ MAS/ MRA)

I’m grateful for the gift of the day : a Jap toothbrush from the kind & passionate half Japanese orthodontist who carefully examined my issues without asking for money since he couldn't fix them. He honestly admitted that it's not his specialty, but he still discussed the matters with me & helped me find solutions alongside other professional dentists. I truly appreciate his sincerity, guidance, & patience. Looking forward for some improvement in 3 months. Btw, Japanese toothbrushes are the best!

Over the past decade, I have encountered numerous dentists specializing in various fields. However, the most valuable lessons came from a young friend who had just graduated from UI at the time, specialized in Prosthodontics. Surprisingly, she turned out to be the youngest & brightest dentist I had ever met. She tirelessly guided me & referred me to other specialists, patiently supporting me throughout the journey. I’m truly grateful for her TLC, she is a real unsung hero.

The 3 dentists I mentioned share a common trait: they genuinely listen to their patients & collaborate with them to find solutions, which builds trust through a holistic approach by diagnosing the root cause rather than just treating symptoms. They’re truly passionate about their work & prioritize patient well-being over monetary gains. They also welcome my endless Q without feeling insecure, leading to great discussions where we learn from each other. Such person is truly a gem. 💎 Further reading: Book by Prof drg. Laura Susanti Himawan, Sp.Pros(K)., FICD (only in Bahasa Indonesia) 1. Memahami Gejala, Penyebab, Serta Kiat Mencegah & Mengatasi Gangguan Sendi Rahang TMD (Temporomandibular Disorders) 2. Peran dokter gigi atasi gangguan Ngorok & OSA (Obstructive Sleep Apnea) Additional Note:

It has been a frustrating experience to have certain pain and unknown diagnose of the core problems. Currently I am still trying the available method that has been suggested by the 3 dentists above. I've tried so many dentist in the past apart from the dentist I mentioned above, it was a waste of time and money, but one thing for sure, the tooth trauma and damaged can't be undone. In summary, there is no such perfect doctor, doctor has their own speciality and way to approach your problems. But I do believe on holistic approach doctor who can help you to see the big picture (full diagnose, not just a symptoms) and pivoting to the solution. To find a suitable doctor for your tailor made case is almost similar to find a suitor. Find what's best available in your area and budgeting accordingly. For instance, Overseas dentist is not up to my budget due to the long term maintenance. Hope you all healthy and well.

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[alt text for images: Two sets of images. The first is a series of pen drawings depicting Kirin and Hokushin from Yu Yu Hakusho visiting the tourist attraction Oedo Onsen Monogatari located on Tokyo's Odaiba island. 1) Kirin with a face mask and holding a soft serve; Hokushin holding a cup of tea. They are both wearing selections from the onsen's men's yukata patterns with entry/payment bracelets on their wrists. 2) Kirin taking a selfie and making a peace-sign in front of an Edo-period style fire tower, decorative lanterns hanging in the air. Hokushin is sitting at a distance in the shot with an unamused expression while other visitors are visible in the background. 3) Kirin and Hokushin in the outdoor garden, with their yukata slightly hiked up as they walk through the shallow pool containing a rock path for foot massage. Kirin is slightly hopping and exclaiming "ow" repeatedly while Hokushin follows him in concern.]

The second set of images are 1) over-the-top romantic drawing of Kirin with one hand holding a slightly surprised Hokushin's chin and tilting the latter's face up so they can look soulfully into each other's eyes. Kirin is sparkly and there are flowers everywhere. This is followed by 2) Hokushin with his neck stretched out snaking through the air and his cartoonishly outraged face out of Kirin's reach as he yells "Do you have any idea what time it is, go to bed lecture lecture lecture" at a nonplussed Kirin. The bottom right has a drawing of a broken heart and the text "and thus the mood was killed and everyone went to bed. Snore."]

Repostober commentary: These drawings in the first set were based on photos I took on my first visit to Oedo Onsen Monogatari in 2012. They are now also a tribute to a place that no longer exists. You can see from the dates written around the edges that I drew/finished these in 2018; Oedo Onsen Monogatari's Odaiba location closed September 2021 due to a fixed term lease on land that could not be extended. Sadness. At least I will always have fond memories of things like holding onto the edges of my yukata and hopping/yelping around rocks barefoot etc. (On subsequent trips my best friend and I always avoided that part of the pool, lol.)

Was cleaning my desk and found these incomplete drawings from last year so I finished them. Hokushin and Kirin at Oedo Onsen Monogatari, the trip mentioned in The enemy of my enemy is my coworker and The Left and Right Hand of the Emperor that keeps getting deferred. The yukata are based on the actual men’s patterns available at the facility. Hokushin’s yukata drove me crazy so for Kirin I went with the easiest pattern lol…

Oedo Onsen is a super fun family-friendly theme park-style onsen on Odaiba Island! You pick your own yukata design and the colour for your obi, and they give you loopy bracelets that are scanned whenever you do extra activities (food, souvenirs, playing games, special spa treatments etc.). The facility has a central non-onsen area decorated to resemble Edo Japan, with a fire tower and lanterns and some animatronic animals and food and games and shops. (My headcanon is that this would all be a novelty for Kirin because in the story he left the human world several hundred years before the Edo period. Hokushin had to sneak back into the human world a few times for Raizen with that energy limiter thing, so he’s seen the real deal.)

In the outdoor foot bath/garden, there’s a rock path that starts in a shallow pool and supposedly gives your feet a very invigorating massage. In reality it’s a lot of people pulling up their yukata (to avoid it getting wet) and yelping “itai itai itai!!!!” (“ow ow ow”) while trying to get through it by carefully placing their feet in between the rocks instead. It starts off pretty mild which totally fooled me and I was like “everyone else is such a wimp!” for about six seconds and then was like “HOLY SHIII” and scrambled like hell to get out. Kirin and Hokushin would probably be fine, but it was just funny to draw it… or maybe it hurts more when you’re expecting it to be relaxing. 

I leave you with this conversation I had with my sister:

My sis: I read manga and fanfics! I know what happens at an onsen!! Sexy times ( ͡º ͜ʖ ͡º) Me: lol this is a family-friendly onsen. My sis: It doesn’t have to be family-friendly if you get a private room ^3^

I guess technically she’s not wrong…