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imaginedanvrs · 9 months ago

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camp counselor!wanda x reader

word count: 6k

warnings: homophobia and homophobic slurs, conversion therapy, manipulation, gaslighting, references to drug use, unhealthy power dynamics (so rape), noncon to dubcon, cunnilingus, degrading, fingering, nipple play, size kink, general mean Wanda

a/n: me? posting blasphemous content on Easter Sunday? I would never

It looked harmless enough. You weren’t sure what you had been anticipating, mostly because you had been trying to keep your mind off of the unavoidable destination, but it certainly wasn’t the depressing place you had expected. No, they were smart enough to keep that reality away from the parents that dropped their ‘troubled’ children off. If anything, it looked like the kind of summer camp that a lot of your friends would be enjoying about that time.

There wasn’t a church for one thing. In its place was what appeared to be a ranch style house that had kept its traditional family features such as the pair of rocking chairs on the porch and the maintained flowerbed around the borders. On either side of the building, closing in the driveway, were several other intimate buildings that created the impression of a community style living. They were all decorated with various posters about god’s love and acceptance that you guessed you were going to be hearing a lot about during your stay.

Your mother got out of the car first as a man who looked like he was still being dressed by his own mum jogged over from the main house to greet you both. You clenched your grip on your bag strap before deciding to face the music and follow her lead, still examining the area sceptically as your mother and the man introduced themselves. Your mother failed to deliver the same excitement the blonde did, but she attempted to force it nonetheless while your hosts laughed easily at something she had said.

You weren’t listening to either of them as you retrieved your other bag from the boot of the car, not expecting the man to walk around the other side to greet you. “Y/n!” He said like you were an old friend. “I’m Reverend Vision but you can call me Rev Vis.” You most certainly weren’t going to be doing that. “We’re so happy to have you here, let me give you the grand tour of our home,” he beckoned. You trailed behind them.

“Do you live on site?” Your mother asked.

“Oh yes, me and the Mrs. We love our work,” he drowned on and began guiding you through the various rooms of the two buildings either side of his house. The more you learnt about the place, the more you began to dread your stay. There were ‘entertainment’ rooms that were filled with musical instruments and religious books and music. A canteen area fueled by the kitchen in which all of the students were to prepare every meal. A prayer room that was deserted at that time. Finally, the dorms.

Vision wasted no time in searching through your bags for anything that could “interfere with your journey” and came up empty handed, much to his well hidden disappointment. Your mother didn’t seem to notice it, too focused on the contents that came out of your bag, but you saw the flicker of his brow when he declared you were all good and began explaining the long lists of rules that you had no intention of memorising.

“And we do not allow any kind of sexual acts, with yourself or others,” he said lightly. Your mother shifted uncomfortably and you nodded. You had no intention of being caught by him with your hands down your pants when he did his checks during the night. You didn’t anticipate being there long because you were fully prepared to fake your conversion to heterosexuality. How hard could it be? Besides, you dreaded to think how much your parents were paying the capm under the illusion that they could somehow change you. You had to find it humorous, otherwise it would really fucking hurt.

It still did when you watched your family car disappear past the camp gates and into the dense tree line. You sighed, resting your head gently against the cool glass of your window and took in the camp in its entirety. It was a waste of beautiful land, you concluded as you examined where the large field met the changing trees. There were a couple guys in the camp uniform playing football on the grass while a cluster of girls sat to the side cheering them on. Apparently you had caught the end of the game, because Vision appeared on the edge of the grass and called them back inside, most likely to prepare for dinner.

“Y/n,” a voice behind you called. You spun around at the unexpected caller just as she opened her arms and enveloped you in a tight hug that took you wholly by surprise.

“Hi?” You greeted as a question, making the older woman chuckle as she held you before pulling away and keeping her soft hands on your arms as she took you in and allowed you to do the same. Holy fuck she was beautiful. Her striking emerald eyes bore straight through your own and somehow had the ability to make you feel entirely exposed, as though it would be futile to ever conceal anything from her, including your undeniable attraction to her. In contrast, her smile was soft and polite as she gazed at you in a friendly fondness you would with someone you haven't seen in a long time. There was something noticeably comforting in it and the way she carried an entirely put together personar that you wanted a peek beneath. Metaphorically of course… but also literally.

“I’m Wanda, Vision’s wife.” Rev Vis was punching way above his weight. This woman’s voice was even hot. Maybe pretending to be straight would be harder than you thought.

“Nice to meet you,” you smiled and glanced away awkwardly, finding her impossible to maintain eye contact with. She didn’t seem to care as she hooked her finger under your chin and turned your head to keep your attention on her.

“I have every faith you’re going to do so well here, sweetheart,” she told you fondly then dropped her hand and took a respectful step back. Right, gotta leave room for jesus. “Your roommate will be back soon then you too should head down for supper,” she instructed as she headed for the door.

“Okay,” you nodded and pretended to unpack your bags.

“See you later, honey,” she said before disappearing. You exhaled a breath you didn’t realise you had been holding and collapsed onto your bed.

Your first day dragged by painstakingly slowly. Between meals, you attended bible study taught by Vision who gave you his extra attention as it was your first time there. He asked you to compare your own relationship with god to that which he was teaching, expecting an answer in front of all the other students who had been through the same ordeal and spotted your lies as well as Vision did. Apparently everyone did the same when they started at the camp.

You had kitchen duty in the morning and garden duty in the afternoon (which was probably the least crap one) before you had to sit down for what felt like hours to listen to Vision sing about god on a guitar he didn’t know how to tune properly. During every interaction you had with him, all you could think about was how he had ended up with a woman like Wanda. Had they been high school sweethearts? Had their parents pushed them together? Did he have some kind of twisted blackmail over her? They were the only three explanations that made any sense to you but you weren’t about to ask any of the other students for their input.

As it turned out, your daily routine was also going to include a one on one session with the older woman which should have been something to act as a silver lining in your stay, but it was the most challenging aspect of all.

“When did your desire for women begin?” She asked after some small talk.

“I’m not sure,” you lied in an effort to buy yourself some time to think of a good response. She smiled at you softly.

“You can lie to me, but you can’t lie to god,” she informed lightly.

“A couple years ago,” you replied honestly. This seemed to please her.

“And how did it manifest?” She sounded genuinely curious to know, lulling you into being unexpectedly open with her. It wasn’t as though you had anyone else to talk about that stuff with.

“There was a girl in my class that I thought was pretty,” you told her as you recalled your first real crush. “I felt more when she smiled at me than I did when I kissed a boy.” Wanda smiled as though she could see the purity of your memory as well as you could. Except to her, it wasn’t so innocent.

“The devil likes to work his way into places we could never expect,” she told you and your smile dropped. “Especially when we’re naive,” she added. It sounded as though she didn’t hold anything against you and she wholly believed you had been seduced by the devil himself and that it was impossible for there to be any other explanation.

“I was seventeen,” you reasoned. “I wasn’t naive.” Wanda liked the challenge you gave her. That whisper of a promised defiance gave her a thrill she knew to keep a cap unless she was required to use it. She would do anything for her beloved students to guide them back on the right path, especially one that wore the face of morality so well.

“And what do you mean by that?” Wanda enquired.

“I knew- I know what desire and attraction feel like,” you told her without looking her in those expectant eyes that unknowingly glimmered at your revelation.

“Lust,” Wanda said simply. “One of the hardest sins to resist when it affects one so physically.”

“Surely it can’t be bad if it’s natural,” you pointed out. That was not the response the brunette wanted to hear.

“It is not natural,” Wanda said so quickly that she had to take a moment to recollect herself as you looked at her with shock as you took in that momentary crack in her exterior. It was interesting to watch and you wondered why it had hit a nerve. Surely you weren’t the only one to come into her office and state the fact.

“Y/n,” she called slowly. “If lust comes to you while you are here, you must come and tell me,” she told you seriously. Yeah, you definitely wouldn’t be doing that. You agreed obediently anyway.

“Good,” she smiled again. “Now, is there anyone you currently feel ungodly towards?”

“The same girl,” you admitted sheepishly. Yes, you had had a variety of other minor crushes in the past couple years, but she always managed to fill you with that teasing anxiety that never fully manifested when she said hi to you.

Wanda raised her brows indiscreetly. “I hope you will soon be able to give that same loyalty to god,” she said. You didn’t give her a response, unsure of what to say when you had no intention of doing such a thing. “In time,” she added when she saw your hesitation.

“Maybe,” you muttered, meeting her half way. “Won’t he love me regardless?” You painted the question with an air of innocence that anyone else would have fallen for. But Wanda saw beyond that and knew you used the faux front purely to challenge her again. She was impressed.

“Of course,” she told you gently. “Always.”

You thought you were being subtle with the way you kept glancing over at the couple. It was breakfast time so there was a general murmur of conversation that you didn’t feel particularly pressed to join in with. All it did was teach you to avoid sitting with the group you had found yourself with again because they seemed to be the only students there who were actively participating in the conversion with the belief it would ‘fix them’. You pitied them in a way, but not enough to interfere with their ramblings about their opposite sex celebrity crushes.

Wanda caught your eye on one of the many times you had peered over. Vision was talking to her but apparently she was as distracted from her company as you were, more fixed on returning your gaze. The corner of her lip twitched when you realised you’d been caught and you swiftly looked away to stare down at your cereal, actively keeping your wandering gaze on the other side of the room for the rest of the meal.

“So what did you do to end up here?” A curly haired boy asked as he strolled into the kitchen you occupied alone. He was swinging a tea towel in his hands as he joined you and started on drying the washing up you had started.

“Got caught making out with the pastor’s daughter,” you said stoically.

“You’re fucking with me,” he grinned and your composure cracked.

“Yeah, but it’s much cooler than the truth,” you told him honestly as he jumped up onto the counter.

“I’m sure it’s not that bad. My grandma walked in on me with my dick down my best friend’s ass,” he told you and you couldn’t stop the laugh that rose promptly. You grinned at the boy next to you in disbelief, thankful that your own luck wasn’t that bad. “Your turn,” he prompted.

“I told my best friend that I like girls. She told my parents,” you said humorously, as though it didn’t hurt like a bitch just to remember.

“I think I have better mates than you,” he concluded. You didn’t argue with that. “I’m James.”

“Y/n,” you replied. “How long have you been here?”

“Four months.”

“What?” You splashed some water over the floor when your hand slipped in shock and James yelped when some drops hit him then started chuckling at the look you were giving him.

“What? Did you think it was only going to last a couple weeks?”

“Kinda, yeah,” you muttered as you returned your attention to your chore. “Do you think you’ll be out soon?”

“Nah, they know I’m bullshitting them. We all are, of course, but some of them can trick themselves into believing it, which is good enough for Vision.”

“Yeah, I know Wanda sees right through me,” you told him. “Which by the way, that makes no sense right?”

“I reckon he’s holding her family captive,” James stated simply. You laughed with him easily, glad you had found someone like minded to you. “Hey, do you wanna get high?”

The nimble threads at the bottom of your uniformed cardigan were multiplying as your stay at the camp went by. Your fingers frequently found their way to them when you were uncomfortable, which was more often than not, and pulled at the finer threads until you unintentionally collected a small bundle in the palm of your hands that you had to hide. Vision never commented on it, but Wanda did, telling you that it represented your impulse to repress your femininity or some bullshit like that.

You left the threads alone and laced your hands together in your lap when she gave you a pointed look from her office chair and you muttered an apology.

“I’ve noticed you and James have become quite close,” she commented. “I must admit I was hoping you would find better company in some of the other students here. James doesn’t provide the best example to follow,” she told you.

“We’re just friends,” you shrugged, slightly irked that the older woman had a problem with the one refuge you had been able to find in the camp.

“Are you friends with anyone else here?” She questioned, not yet providing you the warm smile she offered every time you stepped into her office or saw her in general. She didn’t look happy that day. She looked troubled but you didn’t believe that was solely down to your decision to spend time with James.

“Not yet,” you told her even though you weren’t planning on expanding your social circle. Though if it was only two people it must be more of a line. Still, adding that unfulfilled optimism was meant to appease Wanda. You should have expected her to see it for what it really was.

“What do you and James talk about?” She wasn’t going to let it go.

“Our lives, I guess,” you shrugged.

“Your experiences,” Wanda said for you. You knew there was no point in denying that when your glance towards her told her all she needed to know.

“Sometimes.”

“You should only discuss those topics with myself or Vision, otherwise you may end up having those experiences affirmed and encouraged,” she explained pointedly. You nodded uncomfortably as your fingers found their ways to your threads again only to snap back in place when you felt Wanda’s eyes momentarily burn into you. Something was very different with her. “So tell me what you discussed,” she pushed.

“I told him how much I dislike kissing boys,” you told her matter of factly as you tried to suppress your rising irritation. Maybe it was her job, but you hated her need to know everything you and James did.

“And you want to kiss girls instead?”

“I want to do a lot of things with them,” you laid on the innocence thick, playing your role as the good christian who was simply admitting to how she had been led astray and just wanted to atone for her sins. As always, Wanda saw through your facade though that time it made her tick. You knew exactly what you were doing, you just had no idea the effect it was having on the older woman. You had no idea that your insistence on pretending to be good while knowing you were bad stirred something in her that she wasn’t supposed to feel. You were pushing those sinful desires that had infiltrated your mind right into her own and she wouldn’t allow it.

“That’s all for today,” she declared without giving a response to your statement. It hadn’t even been your full session time, maybe more like half of it.

“Okay,” you said slowly as you stood up.

“I suggest you spend the rest of your evening with your roommate today,” she told you as you lingered in the doorway.

“Right, bye,” you bid awkwardly, frowning to yourself as you walked away.

The moment the door closed Wanda sighed heavily and leant back in her chair, catching sight of the framed photo of herself and Vision when they went on a hiking holiday in Colorado. The both beamed at the camera as they held each other close, though Wanda’s love for her husband had been as dim as it was in the present. But it was what god wanted. What god certainly didn’t want was for Wanda to allow her mind to wander to you in the way it had during that session when you had been taunting her with that faux naivety that everyone else seemed to fall for.

She had such hope for you when she first met you. But the images you had put in her head of her hand disappearing beneath your skirt as her lips clashed with yours, pinning you down to that very couch you perched on, that was something that could not be allowed to flourish, no matter how it made her throb between her legs. Wanda forced herself to stare at her husband’s image and remember when he used to make her feel that way, but those memories of his breathless features beneath her were replaced with your own and suddenly she couldn’t help but ponder what your sweet moans would sound like next to her ear as her fingers dipped inside-

“Lord help me,” Wanda called, but he never came.

You and Wanda both faced your own new challenges as the weeks went by. For you, your only refuge was gone. James had been sent back home randomly one night after an incident that no one would discuss with you. You had written your numbers on pieces of paper before that night, but it had disappeared as mysteriously as James had and gave you an equally chilling feeling. You had no idea what was going to happen to him when he arrived home without the results he had been sent away to achieve. Would they send him somewhere else? Somewhere worse? The only thing you could do was try not to end up like him.

Unfortunately, Wanda knew that nothing had changed within you. You continued to try and fool her with your illusion of innocence, reciting what Vision had taught you, socialising with the committed students and answering her questions in the way she wanted to hear rather than the truth. Little did you know that your efforts to quicken your release from the camp were futile, because Wanda simply didn’t want you gone yet. You were fighting a losing battle, just as she was.

As much as she despised to acknowledge it, the brunette fought her own desires as much as you did. It made her hate how much she was drawn to you. It made her ashamed of the acts she envisaged herself performing with you and how she just knew in her heart that you would so willingly part your legs for her. She wasn’t blind to your attraction to her, she had encountered it enough in her career to see it a mile away, no matter how discreet you thought you were being.

“I think I’m getting better,” you lied as you peered at Wanda cautiously.

“And what makes you say that?” The older woman inquired, humouring your plain fib.

“I don’t think about girls,” you said as you willed yourself not to look at Wanda’s long legs that were crossed eloquently.

“What do you think about?” You hadn’t been prepared for that.

“God?” Wrong. Obviously wrong. Wanda hummed and you knew that meant she didn’t buy it.

“Y/n, I want you to start being more honest with me.” You froze and didn’t dare look her in the eye. “I’m aware that you’re not progressing, so I think we should try something new. Just you and me.” You frowned and risked looking up to the confident woman, not having a clue of the excitement that manifested so secretly. “Are you familiar with penance?” You were, yet you had no idea where Wanda was going with it.

“There are many different forms. Some fast, some pray, some confess, but as we practise most of that here anyway, I want to try something else,” Wanda explained as she stood up from her chair and sauntered over to the desk in the corner of her office. You heard her rummaging around in the draws as a feeling of unease began to emerge in your chest. Rightfully so, because when Wanda turned back around, she held a riding crop firmly in her grasp.

“Stand up,” she instructed and you quickly did so as you eyed the tool in her hands. “Usually you would do this yourself, but I don’t believe you’re capable,” she explained lightly. “Hold out your hand.”

“Wanda,” you said as you kept your hand glued to your side. “I don’t want to.” Her features were deceivingly gentle as she listened to you.

“I don’t want to do this to you either, sweetheart. It’s just the only solution. So hold out your hand,” she repeated, gripping the crop so tight you could hear the leather stretch in her grasp. It unsettled you greatly.

“But it will hurt,” you objected, eyes wide. Wanda could have laughed at how oblivious you were to her intentions.

“It’s meant to,” she said simply and grabbed your wrist with a force that completely paralleled the softness of her tone.

“Wanda-” you tried to yank your hand back but you weren’t as strong as the brunette who only had to hold you with one hand while the other brought the crop down hard.

You cried out but Wanda used her grip on you to pull you flush against her chest, her features having turned ice cold. Her lips formed a straight line and her eyes pierced through your own with a sharpness that was usually dulled. The next words she uttered were void of that nurturing faith she used with everyone else and were replaced with something much darker. “If you keep struggling I’ll bend you over that desk and whip your ass instead.” You trembled against her, trying to decipher what your best bet was. When you took too long to decide, Wanda reached around and groped your ass, digging the crop in as she did so as though to make sure you knew she was serious. Your breath hitched as you found yourself completely trapped against the woman that squeezed you through your skirt. You whimpered, riling her up more until you nodded.

“Good,” Wanda exhaled, calming the heat she was struck with at the sight of your fearful eyes. “With every strike, you’re going to confess something you’ve lied about to me.” There were so many lies to choose from that when the first strike came, you struggled to pick one out. “Confess,” Wanda demanded, all of her patience suddenly absent.

“I don’t like boys, I like girls,” you admitted in a rush, refusing to look at Wanda or your burning hand that she struck again. “I’m not doing the work,” you continued. Wanda remained dissatisfied, striking your raw palm again and again as you admitted to your lies, none of which being what Wanda wanted to hear.

“I touch myself!” That was what she was looking for.

“Look at me,” Wanda instructed, examining the tear streaks down your cheeks as you whimpered. It was clear you were trying to appear strong and indifferent, but it was quickly becoming too much. The older woman cooed at you as dropped the crop to the couch behind you and took a hold of your inflamed hand, rubbing the abused hand with a tenderness that only made it burn more.

“Now that wasn’t so hard, was it?” Her smile had grown sinister and you realised you were nowhere near done. “What thoughts do you touch yourself to?” Wanda questioned further, rubbing the most tender areas of your palm.

“Lying with a woman,” you hiccuped, hoping the harmless phrasing could somehow ease your next punishment.

“Who?” She pushed, gripping your chin roughly and forcing you to look straight ahead at her as you confessed what she already knew.

“You,” you whispered. Arousal rushed to the forefront of Wanda’s mind, and with it came anger. You weren't allowed to make her feel the way you did. She had a husband and she was a faithful Christian wife until you showed up and infected her mind with your own illness. You had to be put in your place.

In a blur, you were laying flat on the sofa you had lied continuously to Wanda on. You were barely given the chance to react before Wanda hiked her leg over your chest and straddled you with a purely feral look upon her face. You felt a strike of fear hit you, however you also weren’t blind to how attractive Wanda looked in her state of desperation. It may have been a desperation to reclaim control and to punish you for her own feelings, but it was hot nonetheless.

“You’ve been tempting me ever since you got here,” she hissed, feeling under her conservative skirt for a moment before she lifted it up around her waist. “This is your fault,” Wanda told you as you soaked in the view of her exposed pussy just inches from your face. You could smell her arousal and when she moved to lower herself onto your awaiting mouth, you eagerly grabbed at the back of her thighs until she slapped you away. “You don’t get to touch me with those filthy fingers, just let me use you.” Although you knew it was terribly wrong, you felt your own cunt heat up at her instructions. You knew that it was fucked up that the married woman wanted to get off on riding your mouth, but you wanted it so bad.

“Just like that,” Wanda sighed as you ran your tongue through her wet folds and sucked on them lightly, aiming to savour every drop and inch of her. “Put your tongue out,” she continued to demand. As soon as you did, Wanda began to vigorously grind her clit against your muscle, allowing your tastebuds to become ablaze with her as she cursed above you. You had never heard her swear before and knew she would scold anyone who muttered anything close, so knowing you could elicit such a reaction from her made your insides twist with pride.

She didn’t argue when you switched to sucking on her pulsing clit and felt it throb in your mouth. You moaned against her as her movements continued and her thighs locked around her head. It felt as though she really was using you for her own pleasure, not caring about your own or any comfort. You were the shameful bliss she was forbidden to engage with, but it felt incredible to ignore her god and use you as she wished. But she was really disobeying him, she was just teaching you a lesson. It wasn’t really sinning.

“Fuck, don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop, you slut!” Wanda cried out as she became engulfed with the sensations you gave her. You had no intention of stopping as you shifted to pushing your tongue inside her. You were met by the tight squeeze of her walls and felt your own clench at the discovery she hadn’t had sex in a while. That explained why she was so sensitive too. Besides yourself, you smirked into the older woman and doubled your efforts.

It didn’t take long for Wanda to get close to the bliss she had become stranger to and you weren’t about to let her lose that. She knew her body, even after some time of depriving herself, and told you exactly what to do to get her there. “That’s it, that’s it,” she panted, head swimming as she erratically thrust herself onto her mouth and came with a sharp cry. You moaned against her, adamant on tasting your reward as Wanda trembled on top of you and eventually forced herself off when you didn’t stop. She wasn’t about to let greed overcome her.

You looked up at her with a hesitant smile that was apparently the last thing Wanda wanted to see. She glared at you and immediately lifted you up and spun you around so that you were leaning over the armrest on the sofa, not allowing you a second to object. “What-” you tried but she didn’t want to hear it.

“We’re not done,” she said without care as she lifted your own skirt over your back and yanked down your soaked underwear. She bit her lip at the sight of the wetness that stained them and threw them over to her desk for safe keeping, definitely not to sniff and use to get off later.

“Desperate whore,” she muttered to herself as she ran two fingers through your drenched lips. “You want to get fucked so bad? I’ll show you what it’s like to get fucked.” She let the threat loom over you as dipped her digits into you lightly, barely enough to stimulate you but enough for her to decipher how tight you were. Wanda groaned when she felt you clench in anticipation, desperate for any touch you would give her. At that, she let the remains of her self control slip away and thrust her fingers in at once. “So tight,” she commented as you clung onto the sofa, moaning at the feeling of her filling you up in the way you had dreamed ever since you first met the older woman.

“Wanda,” you whined when she spread her fingers out within you to push your walls.

“Shut up,” she hissed, refusing to listen to your pathetic pleas on the tip of your tongue. “Take it.” And you did. You bit into the couch to mute yourself as Wanda curled and thrust her fingers inside your wet cunt, mapping out every inch of you and pushing your body’s limits. She added a third finger without any consideration to your stifled whines.

Wanda, as she told herself, was only doing it to hurt you and punish you. You deserved it for sinning so openly in her home and for attempting to corrupt her. It wouldn’t work, she convinced herself, she wouldn’t succumb to your lust but she had to show you the right path. She had to make you ache. With that in mind, she added a fourth finger and pumped her fingers in wildly.

You cried out into the material you sunk your teeth into, feeling your pussy sting at the stretch Wanda was causing. Still, you continued to soak down to her palm. It just hurt so good. Too good for Wanda to allow, so she snuck her hand under your shirt and bra to take your nipples between her fingers and twist them cruelly. You whimpered at the unnecessary act, making Wanda grin triumphantly.

Despite the pain, it did little to distract you from the heat between your legs that was quickly growing out of control. Having stretched you out as much as she pleased, Wanda was able to thrust her fingers inside you without mercy, attacking every sensitive nerve until you became a mess on the sofa she was meant to therapise you on. “You going to cum for me, whore?” Wanda asked when she felt you twitch around her. You mumbled a yes you were lucky she heard. “You’re so pathetic like this, so weak to temptation,” she scolded you with a wicked smile you couldn’t see. “Cum for me.” That was all it took for your muscles to clench tightly around her and let go. You moaned like the whore she saw you as as you came, gripping onto the sofa for dear life as Wanda continued to ruthlessly pump her digits into your cunt.

“Too much,” you whined when she failed to stop. She didn’t listen. You came down from one orgasm and soon went tumbling into another when Wadna kept up her actions, making sure to drive her point home. You squirmed under her as your body became overstimulated but there was no room or strength for you to move away. “Please!” You begged as you bucked into her palm, unable to stop the contradicting action that served to amuse Wanda.

“So sensitive,” Wanda mused, coaxing you through another orgasm until she deemed that the message had gone through enough. You collapsed in a defeated heap as she stood up from the sofa and corrected her uniform as though you weren’t even there. You missed her taking her tainted digits into her mouth to appease her curiosity. Lord, she thought as she tasted your sweetness. She swiftly pushed away the impulse to keep you down and taste your sweetness directly from the source. She had to keep things professional after all.

“See me first thing in the morning,” she instructed, features still flushed with lingering lust. She had given into temptation and whether she liked it or not, she would indulge in you again. You weren’t going home anytime soon.

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forever-rogue · 6 months ago

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hi, angel! i saw that you were open for requests and i was hoping i could shoot my shot 🥹 i’m such a sucker for the idiots-to-lovers / ditzy!reader trope lmaooo so could i pretty please request one for eddie where he’s just so down bad for the reader but she just brushes off any kind of affection from him, not because she doesn’t like him back but because she just doesn’t think anybody would ever like her like that (totally not self-projecting woops) lol sorry if it’s too specific or something! totally okay if you don’t end up writing this ❤️ ily!!!

AN | Well, well, well, if it isn’t ditzy!reader and blind Eddie. These two are just so 🥰

Warnings | Language

Pairing | Eddie x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 2.1k

Masterlist | Main, Eddie

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Soft.

Your skin was so soft that it was causing Eddie’s mind to practically explode. He’d noticed it before but there was something so extra about it today.

“Umm,” he heard your soft laugh and slowly came back to reality, “you can let go of me now Eddie.”

“Oh,” he shook his head to himself and let go of your waist, taking a step back and clearing his throat, “s-sorry. Are you alright?”

“Yeah,” you gave him a pretty smile, bright and sweet, “I wasn’t watching where I was going and I tripped over my feet. I hate when I do that. I need to pay more attention but sometimes it’s hard.”

“I’ll be there to catch you,” he promised softly as you beamed at him. You put your hand on his shoulder and leaned up to press a kiss to his cheek. Eddie opened and closed his mouth a few times, “uhh…I-I-”

“There’s Steve and Robin,” your attention quickly went to your friends as they pulled up to the park. You reached for Eddie’s hand and pulled him along with you, “c’mon!”

There was something about the feeling of your smaller hand holding onto his that made his stomach flip. He quickly followed after you, a dopey smile on his face. As soon as Steve saw the two of you, there was a knowing smile on his face. Eddie pointedly glared at the boy, knowing exactly what he was thinking. Steve had been pushing Eddie to ask you for as long as he could remember but Eddie always said no. He could never understand why; the two of you were thick as thieves and it was obvious to almost everyone else that the two of you were much more than just friends.

“Hey guys,” Steve drawled softly as he opened the back door for you to slide in next to Robin, “the two of you were looking awfully cozy.”

Eddie’s face turned a pretty shade of pink as he buckled his seatbelt. You laughed softly before shaking your head, “I tripped and Eddie caught me. He definitely saved me from banging up my face.”

“Can’t have you hurting that pretty face,” he agreed; Eddie wished he could melt into the seat. You exchanged a look with Robin and she rolled her eyes, causing you to huff with laughter under your breath, “alright, who’s ready for adventure?”

“Me,” Eddie said pointedly, willing Steve to start driving, “let’s go.”

“Say no more,” the two men fell into silence as you and Robin were excitedly twittering about in the back of the car. Steve caught Eddie’s eye in the rearview and offered him a small smile he hoped Eddie would know was a thing of solidarity. Eddie’s lips pulled into a thin line as he offered his friend a small nod.

You were absolutely going to be the death of him.

Unless he actually did something about it. But that seemed like a hurdle he wasn’t quite ready to take on.

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Eddie startled as he heard loud knocking at his door; it was so urgent and sudden that he heard it over the sound of the rain and the guitar he was softly strumming. He grumbled before setting the instrument down and making his way to the door. It was a rainy mid-week afternoon, so he had no clue who would have come round this time of day.

“Hello?” Eddie opened the door slowly, but was immediately thrown into a warm hug by you. He stumbled backward for a moment before hugging you back, feeling at peace just by having your presence there, “what’re you doing here, sweetheart?”

“It’s raining,” you pulled back from him and it was then that Eddie noticed you were wearing a rain slicker but your hair and face were wet. You brushed some of the water away from your face as you grinned at him, “oh. Sorry, I didn’t mean to get you so wet.”

“Yes…it is,” he nodded slowly, his hands settling on your shoulder, “do you want to come in? I can grab some warm clothes and we can-”

“No,” you reached for his hand and held it tightly in yours, “you gotta come with me! To go to the pond!”

“What’s at the pond that is so important?” he wasn’t thrilled with the idea of you out in the rain and getting wet.

“Everything,” you took his hand and started to pull out of the door of the trailer, “all the creatures are out, and it sounds so cool when the rain hits the pond! C’mon, let’s go and see.”

“Are you sure?” he was loathe to deny you anything. He actually thought you were adorable with how excited you were to take him to the pond. You were already nodding and looked at him with wide eyes. Eddie shook his head in amusement before reaching for his jacket and quickly slipping it on along with his boots, “alright then, show me this magic.”

“You’re the best Eddie,” you slipped your fingers in between his and tugged him along with you. You lived near Eddie and the pond was in between your places. It was a spot the two of you spent a lot of time at when it was nice out in the spring and summer.

He tried to keep his cool at the way you casually offered him your hand, a token sign of affection. But internally he was freaking out at the feel of your much smaller hand in his. He gave yours a squeeze, not caring that the two of you were getting absolutely drenched. He could always dry off later - making memories was far more important.

You stopped in front of the pond, watching excitedly as the rain fell onto the water, loud and steady but also so calming. There were frogs singing and other critters that were out and gathering around the pond. The excitement on your face was palpable as you took in the scene. It made Eddie happy too; to see the natural flow of life and how it made you feel.

“It’s so pretty here,” you reached and plucked a small yellow flower from the ground, looking at it for a moment before holding it out to Eddie, “for you - a flower for my flower.”

Eddie’s stomach churned as he swallowed the lump in his throat. He reached for it and gently took it from your hand before tucking it behind his ear, “t-thank you.”

Your response came in the form of a big smile as reached for his hand to bring him closer, “thank you for sharing this with me. Coming here. You’re the best Eddie.”

He felt a rush of affection for you, even more than he already did. He squeezed your hand gently, “thank you for sharing this with me.”

“Anytime,” you gave him a smile, “there’s no one else I’d rather be here with.”

And that his heart almost burst into his chest.

He loved you. He decided then that he would tell you….one day.

Soon. Soon.

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“Oh! I’ve got a date tomorrow night,” you threw your declaration so nonchalantly as you and Eddie walked out of the movie theater. Eddie felt like a wave of icy ocean water hit him as you walked towards his van. He really hoped that he didn’t hear you correctly. When you noticed his silence you turned to him with concern etched on your features, “Eddie? What’s wrong?”

“What did you say?” he asked as you leaned against the side of the van. The look on his face was not what you had expected; he looked almost angry, but underneath it all was a look of hurt.

“I just said that I have a date tomorrow night,” you shrugged it off, trying to ignore the prickling feeling running down your spine, “that’s all. Nothing important.”

He huffed, unable to control his reaction. Sure, you’d been on dates here and there but it was never anything that had seemed important. But now he wasn’t so sure, “cool, cool, cool. I’m sure you’ll have lots of fun.”

Eddie started to move around to the driver’s side but you quickly reached for him, wrapping your fingers around his wrist, “Eddie? What’s wrong? Why are you acting like…this?”

His shoulders rose and fell softly as he shook his head. You dropped his wrist, feeling your eyes immediately prickle with tears, “you don’t get it, do you?”

“I don’t…understand,” your eyes were wide as you tried to figure out what he was saying, “what do you mean, Eddie?”

He ran a hand through his hair in frustration before groaning slightly, “I’m in love with you.”

That was definitely not what you’d been expecting to hear at all. A million different thoughts raced through your mind as your heart jumped around in your chest, “Eddie?”

“I’ve been in love with you for so long,” he whispered, unable to look at your eyes, “I just…I’ve never been able to say it before. But the idea of you going out on a date with someone else, someone not me, makes me feel so….sad. I don’t want you to go out with anyone else.”

“I-I don’t….” you paused, waiving your hand around, trying to make sense of it all. But then it hit you - holy shit. He’d just confessed his love for you, “you love me?”

“Yeah,” he let out a nervous laugh as his cheeks felt like they were on fire, “I do. I have for a long time.”

“Oh,” you chewed on your lip. You would have never thought that was possible, “I didn’t know. I thought you didn’t like me. Not like that.”

“How could you ever think that I wouldn’t like you?” he came a little closer to you, “I thought it was so obvious. I just thought you didn’t feel the same way.”

And then you laughed. You couldn’t help it as you looked at him with pure awe in your eyes. Eddie swallowed thickly as he hoped that you weren’t just laughing at him, “that’s so funny. ‘Cause I definitely thought it was obvious that I liked you too. I just thought you’d never be interested in me.”

And then it hit Eddie all at once. The two of you were idiots and had been blind.

He grinned at you, a matching smile on your face as reality sunk in.

He reached for your face, his hands gentle on your skin as he studied. He’d done this many times before but something about it in that moment felt so much different. Heavier and more important. You leaned into his touch, turning your face to press a kiss to his palm. He studied you for a few more moments before leaning in closer, leaving only a small distance between your bodies.

You could see the questioning look in his eye and nodded softly, leaning in and closing the remaining gap. The feel of his lips on yours was nothing like you’d expected - it was even better than you could have ever imagined.

It felt like the most right thing in the world; like the two of you had been doing this for so long. Like you had always been meant to be doing it. You two only separated when you were desperate for a breath of air.

You touched your lips, almost as if trying to make sure that you had actually kissed Eddie.

“Umm,” you were nervous, rocking back and forth on your heels as you beamed at him, “that was….something.”

“It was definitely something,” he agreed with a cheeky grin that made you laugh softly, “I think we should try that again…just to make sure it really was something.”

“Oh yeah,” you pretended to muse over what he had said before touching his face, “I agree…we should definitely make sure. For science.”

“For science,” he agreed softly before kissing you again, “I’ve been wanting to say I love you for so long and now I can finally say it.”

“I love you too, Eddie,” you stole a few more kisses from his pretty, plumped lips, “I like saying it too. And hearing it. Can you say it again? Please?”

“I love you,” he said, almost like a promise…you supposed it was, “and I really like kissing you. Everything…all of it.”

“I love you,” you whispered in turn, “everything and all of you.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson one shot #st #joseph quinn

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raylynnn · 7 days ago

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Katsuki x Y/n (Drummer Katsuki AU)

Warnings ⚠️ heavy smut, BJ, fingering, oral, vaginal sex, cursing, and getting caught. Hope you enjoy<3

It was out of nowhere honestly. The group had joked and dabbled in the thoughts of starting a band, but no one ever thought it would take off like it did. It started off as more of a joke, I mean seriously we probably had 2 maybe 3 people who could actually play instruments. We all knew Katsuki could play the drums and knew Jiro could play about any instrument you threw at her. But the others not so much, including yourself. You and Mina excepted that this whole “band” thing wouldn’t work for you two. So y’all were just kind of the girls who took tickets and then watched behind the curtain while the others killed it on stage. You had Katsuki as your drummer, Ejiro as your bass player, Sero as your backup bass guitarist, and Kaminari as your lead guitarist. Everything worked out that way.

You and Mina would regularly go watch their band practices and plan out their next concert and etc, but out of the group you were definitely the closest to katsuki other than Ejiro. At performances his only focus was the music, not the crowd surfing, not the absurd amount of fangirls flashing him from the crowd, or the money, but sometimes you’d catch him let go a little bit, every time he did he’d look at you watching from the corner of the stage. Sometimes especially if the band killed it you would catch him giving a small smile at you from the stage. At one of the garage practices they were trying this new song that jiro had written. And it was a big step from their usual music. She had given Katsuki a drum solo. And he would never admit it, but he was nervous when he couldn’t get it the first try. He had played drums for so long their wasn’t much he couldn’t play.

The practices lasted about 2-3 hours, but katsuki waited behind for a bit. He couldn’t get it down and jiro had reminded him multiple times he had plenty of time to master it but he just wasn’t satisfied. Since you didn’t play an instrument the least you could was lend them your garage right? And lots of times one or two members would stay behind to work on some music solo, and it never bothered you cause to you it just meant they were dedicated.

About 30 minutes after practice ended everyone pretty much had left. So it was just you and Katsuki. You went to your room for a bit just to chill out but you started thinking about how close you and katsuki were compared to the others. You wanted to seek him again, talk to him or something. You were about to get a drink from the fridge out in the garage anyway..so what could it hurt really.

When you headed out to the garage you saw katsuki looking over the music once again before hammering at the solo again it sounded a lot better but it wasn’t as fast as it needed to be from what jiro had said earlier. “Still working on it?” You said as you opened the fridge door. Katsuki set his sticks down before wiping the sweat off his forhead looking over at you and you grabbed a water. “Tch..yeah I can’t belive I’m saying this, but this solo is kicking my ass” he said tiling his head back a bit stretching his back from being hunched over the drums for so long. You tossed a water to him which he caught taking the lid off. “How long have you played again?” You said thinking it over, must of been a while to be as good as him. “I started playing when I was 6, so probably 12 years” he said taking another sip. “What about you nerd? You play anything?”

You let out a soft laugh before shaking your head. “Haha..no I tried a few times but never stuck with me, always thought the drums were cool though” you said as you closed the top on the bottle. Katsuki chuckled slightly before patting his lap gesturing for you to come closer. “C’mere” he said softly. He got out of the chair and stood behind you while you sat down of the stool chair. He took the sticks and placed them in your hands fixing your hold and posture. He grabbed your wrists gently before hovering your hands over a symbol and a smaller snare. “Here put your foot on the base drum, and tap your foot against the pedal continuously and take your right hand and hit this-“ he explained oddly calm and relaxed, his lips near your ear as he talked you through the steps. “Dammit” you muttered after your 3rd attempt of trying the simplest beat.

“Here get up.” He said you got up thinking he had given up on you but then he pulled you into his lap and positioned you just like you were before instead his foot was on the base. He grabbed your wrist and started maneuvering your wrists like a puppet. The beat came out at a good Rhythm thanks to him basically playing the drums for you, but you didn’t give two shits. You were in Bakugo’s lap with his hands on your wrists and his face close to yours. So you were winning anyway.

Getting closer to the end you started moving your wrists on your own with his grip still guiding you but with all this movement..you didn’t even realize what you were doing to him until his hands faltered all of sudden when you moved back on his crotch. Fuck. You didn’t even mean to but that’s all it took. You weren’t fully sure so you tried something. You stopped with the drums for a second before muttering. “Um..hey katsuki can you move your keys It’s a little uncomfortable to sit on” he rested his forhead on your shoulder trying to hide his best red face. “Those..t-those aren’t my key” he said flustered as ever hoping he would just nuke right there. Your face flushed red as you giggled slightly. “Excited are we~?” You giggled out. He brought his hand to his face trying to conceal his burning hot cheeks. “Tch..shut it, it’s y-your fault” he muttered out trying to fix himself under you. Suddenly without thinking you went to get up rubbing back once more this time stealing a groan from the boy under you.

“Ngh..” he groaned slightly. You relized this was your mess to clean up. If you had just stayed in your room none of this would have been happening. I mean the least you could do was help him out. You sighed nervously before getting up and dropping to your knees. His eyes widened before he stuttered out. “W-what are you doing..?” He said covering the lower half of his face with his palm. “Just..shut up and let me take care of you..ok?” You said undoing his belt before slipping them down till his boxers were visible. He wasn’t just hard he was solid. All because of you. That tent in his boxers with a little wet spot assumably pre. The big bad katsuki all of sudden looked so vulnerable so needy and eager. God this was such a beautiful sight.

You looked up at his before taking his boxers down. “Is this ok Katsuki?” You said laying your head ontop of his crotch. He nodded eagerly. “Y-yes..” he stuttered. You slid down his boxers revealing his cock. Pretty and pale with a light pink tip smeared with pre, god he was perfect. You took his cock into your hand giving it a few pumps before taking it into your mouth you only reached about halfway yet he was already throwing his head back and gripping onto your hair. It took so much not to just you like a rag doll and push you down farther but he managed for you using the last ounce of respect he had. Your mouth left his dick with a loud pop before you muttered saliva dripping down your chin and eyes lidded. “Just use me katsuki.” You could tell he was getting needier from below.

His eyes widened before he gripped your hair shoving you back down on his cock. Shoving you down till your nose hit his blonde tuff. “Ngh..fuckkk. Your so fucking g-good for me..f-fuck” he said bucking his hips into your mouth, you could tell he was close. You braced your hands on his thighs digging your nails slightly deeper as he used you like some sort of fuck doll. “Fuck..baby- ah fuck I-I’m gonna..g-gonna..” he babbled thrusting impossibly faster. “FUCK!” He said before he shot his load into your mouth and once you pulled off slightly choking he released the rest onto your face and chest. As he rode out his high he started babbling on and on about how good you felt. “B-baby..f-felt so good..need you a-again..” this is was such a different side of katsuki and you were loving it.

You had a cheeky smile worn on your cum covered face as you watched him calm down a bit. When he caught his breath he locked eyes with you and relized the mess he had made of you. “Fuck..sorry I didn’t mean to be too rough” he said taking your jaw into his hand while using his other hand to grab a rag he had next to his drum set for when he gets sweaty. He took it to your face and wiped most of it off. “Heh..it’s ok I liked it, plus..I kinda told you too” you said sheepishly while trying to conceal the slight red tint on your cheeks. He just smiled at you as he wiped your face “yeah well..we’re not done yet pretty” he said tossing the rag to the side as he scooped you up setting you in his lap facing him this time.

You giggled as he sat you in his lap. He smirked slightly before bringing his lips to yours. God everything about you was so intoxicating. He could get drunk just off your lips. He brought his hands from your waist to resting of the fat of your ass squeezing gently. He trailed open mouth kisses down your neck till his got to your collar bone, he pulled away from your skin looking up at you through his soft lashes. “Can I take this off..?” He asked tugging at the hem of your shirt. You smiled softly before nodding and kissing forehead gently. He lifted your shirt off your shoulders leaving you now in just your leggings and black laced bra. “Fuck your gorgeous..” he muttered before groping your breasts gently before unclipping your bra.

When he finally took off your bra you almost thought he was mimicking kaminari when he would go dumb. When he finally snapped out of it he looked up at you with hungry eyes and you could tell somthing changed. “Lift your ass up hon” he said grabbing your ass and gesturing you to hover. Once you did he slid off your leggings and pulled your panties to the side. “Fuck..look at her already soaked for me yeah?” He said swiping a finger through your lips. He took two fingers into his mouth after coating them he brought them to your slit once again his thumb rubbing soft circles while one finger started to prod into your little hole.

Your eyes widend and you gripped his shoulders trying to brace yourself. He slid in another finger moving at quick pace. “Yeah? Does that feel good pretty?” He asked whispering in your ear while you bucked against his fingers. You were too blissed out to answer until he slapped your clit. “I need an answer princess..” he growled. You whined at his mean way to keep you in line but soon you babbled out your praises. “Y-yes..f-feel sooo..” you babbled out trying to answer him but he started to remove his fingers leaving you feeling empty. He wrapped his hand around his cock and brought it to your entrance. “This ok pretty..?” He said looking into your big innocent eyes.

You nodded your head hoping he’d give it to you but he just sat their. “I need an answer pretty, I won’t fuck you unless you tell me it’s ok” he said sternly. You smiled softly before whispering, “y-yes..you can fuck me katsuki..I need you to fuck me.” You said holding onto his hand. He grinned slightly at your words before taking his cock and lining it up with you again. He pushed slowly entering your pussy, he let out a small quiet groan and he was only tip in.

“Oh god k-katsuki..” you moaned out as he layed your body back sprawled out against the drums as he stood up slightly hovering over you as he pushed in farther. Once he was half way in he stayed still for a second trying to give you time to ajust. “Am..am I g-good to move pretty..?” He asked sweat beading down the sides of his face. “Yes please..” you moaned out. He soon started to move at a slow pace before gradually getting faster. He really tried to hold back, to hold onto the last bit of self control he had..but he simply couldn’t not with how your walls were squeezing him so tight, your greedy cunt sucking him in like your life depended on it. Soon he was railing the fuck out of you. Pulling almost all the way out before slamming right back into your greedy cunt.

He was stuffing you full, you felt high almost you could remember how this even started and you didn’t even want to imagine it ending. The way he pounded into your soft hole treating you as you were some time of toy somehow only made you wetter. His grip on your waist was dangerous, you were holding onto the rim of the snare drum trying not to break it, he noticed this and figured you were uncomfortable so he raised you from your back, his dick still digging into you like a dog. He sat you in his lap and thrusted his hips up to meet yours. This position made you feel him a lot deeper causing you to lose yourself in the moment.

“FUCK..oh god..oh my god K-Katsuki! Fuck me baby! Cmon please..p-please don’t stop dadd- K-katsuki..” you babbled out like a slut. You were to caught up in the pleasure of his cock assaulting your cunt you didn’t even notice you were calling him daddy. His eyes widened before he smirked like a devious mf. “Fuck. Call me that again princess..” he said lifting you up off his dick almost all the way before slamming you back down. You moaned out loud due to the overwhelming pressure. “Fuck d-daddy..please” he smirked again and his movements started to get sloppy. “Fuck baby..tell me your close..” he groaned resting his head between your tits.

“Y-yes baby..gonna..gonna CUM” you moaned out bucking your hips to meet his as you had a death grip on his shoulders. “!Cum..cum..cumming” you moaned out as your body shook and trembled over his cock. Soon he whispered “f-fuck where can I cum..” you didn’t even answer you just wrapped your legs around him and trapped against your soaked cunt grinding against him trying to ride it out. His eyes widened as he thrusted hopelessly against your pussy whimpering like a dog. “Yes..yess! Plzplzplz..” he babbled shooting his hot, sticky, load into your cunt. “Fuck baby..” he muttered. your body’s both relaxing into each others touch.

He pulled out his body stuttering due to the overwhelming sensation. He watched his cum spill out of you like a fountain and he couldn’t help but want to pump you full again. But as much as he wanted too..all good things must come to an end. The two of you’s sexy and intimate moment was cut short due to the sound of the back door next to the garage door opening. You forgot you gave the band members keys so they could practice anytime. Their came Ejiro and Sero walking through. Y’all quickly scrambled to get your clothes but y’all knew that they knew.

“HOLY SHIT” cursed Ejiro as sero just started cackling. Katsuki took one of the black drapes that was usually used to cover the drums to cover y’all’s..sticky situation. Bakugos face flushed red as he yelled at the two. “GET TF OUT!” He barked trying to cover the two of you. They stepped out for a bit while y’all got decent and when you did you yelled out “your good now..” you said trying to hide your tone of embarrassment. Katsuki was still sat on the stool as he zipped his pants and fixing his belt his shirt still on the floor though.

“Heh..sorry sero forgot his music here, seems like hall you too were making some of your own..” he snickered as sero tried to mask his laughter. You and katsuki couldn’t even defend yourselfs. Soon they left with their forgotten music before it was just the two of you again.

“Aside from their appearance..I had fun katsuki.” You said behind a soft smile. “Me too pretty..” he said kissing your lips softly before looking around the garage. “Jesus were messy..” he said behind a small chuckle.

#mha #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugou katsuki #bakugou x reader #bnha bakugo katsuki #x reader #x yn #smut #mha smut #mha au idea

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bbhyeoliskooks · 5 months ago

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"i'm not jealous!" | bsf!beomgyu

✩ genre: lots of fluff, f2l, mutual pining, musician gyu

✩ warnings: swear words, jealousy

Beomgyu had always loved you. It was quite obvious to everyone that saw the two of you, but somehow your eyes were always clouded to his true feelings. At first he became friends with you to see if he stood any chance- kind of shitty of him to be honest and he knew that- but now, your friendship bloomed into something deeper, a bond that people could only wish they had.

Whenever someone came up to you and Beomgyu, asking if you made it official since the last time they saw you, you would always wave your arms around and shake your head quickly to ward off the idea that you were more than friends. Beomgyu always wanted to say yes; after all, if people saw you two as a couple, then why couldn't you be? He guessed the biggest thing in the way was that you saw him as a best friend only, maybe even as a brother, and the thought hurt him more than anything.

Now you were sitting besides Beomgyu in his studio, as he listened over and over to the new track he made. Both him and Yeonjun were playing with different instruments, the versatile range going from a piccolo to an electric drum kit. They had been at this for hours and you were feeling left out as the friend date went from hanging out to messing around the studio. You could probably contribute more ideas, but sleep was already heavy on your eyelids. You looked blearily at them, clearing your throat in annoyance when their laughs broke the sound barrier yet again that night.

"Guys, I think I might head home. I'm a little tired, and I don't think I'm really necessary for this?" The last sentence might've sounded a little passive aggressive, but you knew they wouldn't take it that way. It was the truth after all: you were too tired and couldn't help much.

You failed to catch the disappointment on Beomgyu's falling face as he turned around to look at you.

"But Y/NNNN," he whined, "we'll be done soon! It'll just take 5 minutes. Plus, I-uh we need you." I need you, he thought silently, almost blurting the wrong words out. The frown on his face was big as he accentuated it to gain pity points. You rolled your eyes, smiling at both his playfulness and how badly he wanted you there.

Yeonjun sat up from his chair and glanced at you as he shuffled his weight to the right side.

"Sorry, Y/N. We got a good idea for a song and can't walk you out now" he paused for a second to look at the glistening watch on his wrist, "but if you want, I could grab you some coffee? That'll keep you up for longer probably."

Yeonjun's kindness and the thought of coffee made you smile. Coffee sounded glorious at that very moment and Yeonjun was an angel for coming up with that idea so quickly. If not, you would definitely fall asleep on the firm and uncomfortable couch you were sitting on.

"Okay, thanks! Just grab my usual, okay?"

He smiled at you, a glint of mischief in his eyes, "of course!" Beomgyu watched the two of you quietly, his eyes glancing between your face and Yeonjun's for a hint of romance or perhaps hopefully that nothing was there at all. Nothing was there, right? He felt sick to his stomach as he heard you humming happily from the grey couch.

The room, now enveloped in thickened silence, surprised you. At this time, Beomgyu would be yapping your ear off about some of the instruments he found in the studio. Now that he was silent, the atmosphere felt incredibly awkward. You stopped humming and looked up to see Beomgyu with a clenched jaw looking down at the floor.

"Gyu," you whispered, deciding to take Yeonjun's seat in lieu of the boy who was grabbing your coffee, "what's wrong? You're never this silent." You smoothed out your bottoms, hoping you'd feel more comfortable. It just didn't feel right that Beomgyu wasn't initiating the conversation.

His face was still unreadable as he looked at the floor, counting the tiles, "he knows your usual? I thought I only knew your usual." His tone of his voice was rough and ragged, a feeling that you couldn't put your finger on. You were more confused than anything.

"It's just coffee, Gyu?" you questioned, tone becoming a bit defensive, "you know lots of things about me that he doesn't know about, if you're worried." In your opinion, it was a silly thing to worry about. Unfortunately for your heart, Beomgyu was your best friend. Since he only saw you platonically, the two of you were great friends. Yeonjun was just a close friend and besides, you and Beomgyu were closer. Why he was upset about this- it didn't make sense.

He gasped exasperatedly, now looking at you. You could see fire behind his eyes as he pursed his lips, "But coffee is a big deal! You don't understand, Y/N."

"... I clearly don't. Why is it a big deal?" You questioned again, but he didn't answer. Well, he didn't want to answer.

You tried again, prodding into him, but he was as closed off as ever. "What is this about?"

Then an idea flew into your head. No way... it couldn't be, but... it was right there all along. You started to laugh to yourself to which Beomgyu cocked his head at. You probably looked insane.

"Don't tell me..." you giggled, feeling giddy, "are you jealous, Gyu?" An inkling of hope ignited in your heart, hoping, praying that maybe he saw you in a different light now.

Beomgyu became defensive, furrowing his eyebrows and pouting. "I'm not jealous!" His voice turned quiet this time, as if he was whispering to the side. "Why would I be jealous?"

You grinned, motioning him to continue his thought process. "I don't know! You tell me!"

Beomgyu sighed, no longer able to fight the battle in his head of whether he should tell you or not. His deep brown eyes, now desperate and searching for yours, told you everything that you needed to know, alongside his faltering, weak voice.

"Because I only want you. Only you. Why can't you see that? I've always wanted you, but you never saw it."

You smiled, feeling adrenaline and excitement rush to your heart. You gently cupped Beomgyu's face in an attempt to bring him closer, his eyes widening as he tried to comprehend what was happening...

That night Beomgyu ended up with way too many kisses that made him super smitten. Yeonjun was incredibly confused when he came back to the studio, seeing Beomgyu in a heap of smiles and imaginary hearts floating beside him, alongside you who kept giggling every couple of seconds seeing your now boyfriend in such weak behavior.

Yes, Beomgyu has always wanted you. But now, he's got you and there was no need for him to be jealous anymore, knowing that you loved him too.

released: August 17, 2024 (12:20am CT)

thoughts: it's been 28 days since i've posted so i decided to hustle and work on anything that came to mind. the ending is abrupt, so i apologizeeee, this was super sweet though, i was kicking my feet while writing teehee

tags:

#txt fluff #txt angst #txt reactions #txt scenarios #txt imagines #txt ff #Beomgyu fluff #Beomgyu angst #Beomgyu x reader #Beomgyu fic #Beomgyu ff #beomgyu scenarios #Beomgyu imagines

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thejujvtsupost · 1 year ago

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Suguru Wants A Baby

F!reader holds a friend’s newborn baby, and it took exactly one moment for it to hit Geto. When he saw you holding your friend’s newborn, looking so natural and making silly faces to make the baby laugh, it clicked, he wants a baby with you. Your own little one to nurture and protect.

Notes: fem!reader, breeding kink, soft dom Geto, smut, vaginal sex, oral (f!receiving) and dirty talk. I’m serious this is literally just filthy - more under the cut.

Visiting with your friend who just had a baby boy was the highlight of your week. His little face and tiny feet had you cooing and making faces to keep him laughing.

Geto couldn’t look away from the scene, his pretty wife holding a cute baby so naturally- you didn’t think twice before getting him a bottle and burping him. You were happy to help your friend while her own husband was at work.

And when you were leaving, and you handed the baby back to your friend, your arms felt empty. You schooled your features before anyone could notice your utter disappointment and sadness.

Of course Geto noticed, which only made his thoughts run faster. If you want a baby, and he wants a baby… oh he was determined to give you a family on the spot.

He bided his time, as soon as you got home he would pounce. The car ride home was quiet but he didn’t interrupt your thoughts you were obviously deep into. He was patient, so patient despite his need for you, up until you started crying before you could take your shoes off.

“Sweetheart what’s wrong?” He held you to his chest and you buried your face against it. Shaking your head to deny any problem existing. “C’mon, let me in. I can’t help unless you tell me what happened.”

“‘Want a baby ‘guru, I’m sorry.” Your sniffles were breaking his heart, as if he’d ever want you to apologize for something like that.

He tilted your face up and kissed you, slowly at first until it gave way for his urgency. You had to push him back to breathe, “You okay? Not mad?”

Geto groaned and spoke against your lips, “I’ll give you as many babies as you want, right now. Say the word, please say the word. Tell me you want my babies- our babies.” He was spiraling, unwilling to get distracted by anything other than you.

“‘Need you- want your babies in me.” Your thighs had been clenching from the first urgent kiss for any semblance of relief.

He took his shirt off and threw it behind him. “Jump.”

And you did, your legs around his waist; his hands tearing your shirt over your head and tossed somewhere unknown. Your bra was practically ripped from your body, nothing was going to keep your body hidden from him.

You shrieked and broke your kiss when he tossed you on the bed, he didn’t waste time before getting the rest of your clothes off and diving between your legs like he would die if he waited any longer to taste you.

“Fuck this pussy is so good to me, gonna get you pregnant and keep you that way- cute and round, ‘won’t be able to keep my hands off of you.” You don’t know what came over him, but he was eating you out so good and adding his fingers to the mix, playing you like an instrument.

“C’mon need your cock, need you inside of me.” Hips unable to stop moving, your need for him only grew. You were more than wet enough, he typically pulled an orgasm out of you to make sure you wouldn’t feel pain from his considerable length and right now you hated him for it.

He pulled away from your folds and placed a hand on your stomach to hold you still. “Don’t rush me baby, my little pussy needs attention and I’m givin it to her. I’ll take care of you ‘n give you what you need.”

You moaned when he returned to sucking your clit and stroking you from the inside- it hit you so fast. Your orgasm caught you off guard and your legs snapped closed around your husband’s head. Your brain went fuzzy.

“That’s it sweetheart, so good f’me.” Geto took his time and let you come down nice and easy. There were few things he liked seeing more than your blissed out expression.

That’s not enough for him though, you were never left unsatisfied but you were in for a night of orgasm after orgasm. God he wanted to fuck his cum into you, breed you thoroughly until there was no possible way you weren’t pregnant. His pretty little wife round and swollen with their unborn baby- he couldn’t hold back.

Fully covering his body over yours to demand your attention, “How do you want it, how do you want me to breed you?” Your moan at his words was music to his ears.

“Need you deep” you pushed him off of you and flipped to your hands and knees, then arched your back and let your upper body rest on the mattress.

“Oh fuck…” your pink cunt dripping on display for him was too much for him to handle. Geto rushed to get the rest of his clothes off and lined up behind you and slid in.

As slowly as he could at first, he hadn’t stretched you out beforehand. But then you slammed your hips back onto him and- oh god he got so deep inside of you that you saw white. “Please- gimme everything daddy.” You looked back at him with glossy eyes and that was the last thread snapping. He drilled his cock into you with a pace that you didn’t know was achievable, you loved it.

“This what ya wanted baby? You need my cock in this little pussy of yours? Need bred like a good girl?” You wouldn’t be able to hear him over your own sounds if he wasn’t directly in your ear, his large frame dwarfing yours.

You could only nod with a high pitched keen that sounded like fuck me daddy. “Yeah ‘m gonna give ya every drop when this cunt milks me, gonna give ya baby after baby, keep ya pregnant for me. Just gotta stuff you full of my cum, knock you up.”

He’s losing himself in you, he pulls you up to your knees with his arm holding you up, his other hand holding your throat gently. The contrast between his thrusts and the care he put into his hand around your neck, only squeezing the side the tiniest bit to increase your pleasure; it had you fluttering around him.

“Pussy so tight f’me fuck feel me? Put your hand on your stomach, right over your womb m’bout to fill. Thats it, daddy’s so deep inside of you baby.” Pressing down over the bulge of his cock inside of you has you both getting loud in your shared pleasure.

It was over when he got his unoccupied hand down to your clit and rubbed it the way you liked, you tightened around him like a vice, your release squirted out around his cock and he spilled inside of you.

The few thrusts of overstimulation had you clenching tighter until a second mini orgasm followed.

‘S’good for me sweetheart, so good.” You’re not sure when or how it happened but you were laying on your side with your back against his chest, him still inside of you with his hand rubbing along your slightly bloated stomach. You let yourself be lulled into a nap from the post orgasm haze. Suguru sounded way too smug when he praised you.

Maybe you’d go again when you wake up- if you weren’t too sore that is…

Thinking about making a request? Check my bio to see if they’re open! <3

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noveauskull · 7 months ago

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Reader, jiyan and Geshu lin daughter bringing her boyfriend to meet their parents. OVERPROTECTIVE DADS ALERT❗❗❗

Jiyan & Geshu Lin With Your Daughter As Her Father(s)! (SFW)

"Mom, Dads, this is my boyfriend"

You watched your daughter introduce your two husbands, Geshu Lin and Jiyan, to her boyfriend that you had already heard about a few days ago.

Naturally you had to be the calmer parent, cause you knew that Geshu Lin and Jiyan would be taking on the task of going bonkers over their daughter growing up so fast, to the point she has found someone to be with.

Even worse, your daughter could take inspiration from your love life, and might just date more than one boy! Now the anxiety really hits.

You glanced at both of your sides, on your right was Jiyan, and on your left was Geshu Lin. Both men sitting on each side of the couch with their eyes locking in with the younger male individual, they clearly were not pleased.

"He works as an intern at the hospital, aiming to be a nurse there, and his parents have respectable jobs too! His mom is a teacher and his dad is a lawyer! And he can play 3 instruments! Isn't he talented?"

Your daughter boasted over her boyfriend. You watched the young man blush at her words and scratch his nape, telling her to not shower him with too much praise over something he was simply born with.

You let out an awkward smile. You already knew the boy was a total sweetheart, he was respectful, and even offered to help you when you had to clean the dishes.

Even better, he asked to bring home some of the dishes you cooked on your first meeting, you can't imagine your daughter being with any other guy than him, because you were already a hundred percent supportive of their relationship.

"A teacher, lawyer, and nurse? Your family must be very rich" Geshu Lin said, smiling at the boy, but for some reason, it didn't feel friendly at all.

"A-Ah yes, their jobs do help them earn a lot of money, especially when they've been doing those jobs for a long time" The boyfriend said, stuttering when he saw Geshu Lin's smile drop the moment he spoke.

"That's good then, at least our daughter has someone to buy her all the jewelry and clothes she wants" Jiyan nodded, however he wasn't smiling one bit.

"..."

The room went silent, all you did was take a small sip of the tea you prepared. Glancing at the two men beside you with their cold eyes glaring daggers onto the poor boy's head.

Before you knew it, it was only you and your daughter doing all the talking, the 3 men in the room barely had anything to say, but Geshu Lin and Jiyan seemed very calm, so you didn't do anything to disturb their thought process.

Once it was getting late, you bid your daughter's boyfriend goodbye, watching your daughter plant a kiss onto her boyfriend's cheek before he left as you closed the door.

"Well I think that went well" You said, smiling at your daughter who seemed very happy about today's performance.

"Yeah! Dads' were super chill about it too" The two of you laughed together, heading to the living room to watch TV.

What you two didn't realize though, was that the two men that were usually at home wasn't around, you were just too relieved to even notice that the two were outside the house, both standing beside your daughter's boyfriend.

"Make sure you treat my daughter very well, she doesn't like guys with no sense" Geshu Lin said, his arm wrapped around the boyfriend's neck, earning a nod from the boy who was awkwardly smiling at him.

"And don't forget to tell us everything you're doing with her, that includes where you are going, what you are eating, why are you going out with her, and when will you pick her up and drop her, don't leave any details either" Jiyan added, his arms crossed.

This continued on for an hour before they heard you calling for them, noticing that they haven't been around the house for a while.

And this is the nicest behavior the two gave towards the boyfriend, just know, if things ever goes south, the poor boy would definitely face his consequences if anything happened to their daughter.

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A/N: Hope this scenario was good enough! Ty for the request! 👐👐

#wuthering waves #wuwa #jiyan #wuwa jiyan #geshu lin #wuwa geshu lin #wuthering waves fluff #wuwa fluff #wuthering waves headcanons #wuthering waves x you #wuthering waves x reader #geshu lin x reader #jiyan x reader #jiyan x you

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elizaleclerc · 19 days ago

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begin again 🤍

"you throw your head back laughing like a little kid"

cowboy charles? yeah, cowboy charles.

summary: country singer! reader performs at the austin gp and meets a special someone (charles cough cough)

songs: all the ones mentioned! very fearless, red, and speak now coded but with a sabrina face claim (idk this is just inside my head at the moment)

word count: 2k+

author's notes: little bit of writing little bit of smau i just hadd to write this idea ok enjoy bye

The hired makeup artist carefully applied the finishing touches to your already flawless makeup, making sure every contour and highlight was perfect before you took the stage in Austin, Texas. The bright lights of the venue glinted off your shimmery eyeshadow and glossy lips, adding an extra sparkle to your already sparkling presence. It was the celebration party of the Austin Grand Prix, and thousands of people had gathered outside the gates, eagerly awaiting your performance.

In the VIP area, some of the most famous drivers in the world were among the crowd, lending an air of excitement to the event. As an up-and-coming country artist, it was both nerve-wracking and thrilling to be chosen to perform at such a prestigious afterparty. You took a deep breath and checked your mic pack one last time, trying to calm your racing thoughts.

You had loosely followed Formula One throughout the years, but actually being here for a Grand Prix was an insane feeling, nonetheless being the performer for the afterparty. You loosely assumed that most of the drivers would be mingling amongst themselves and around the tented bar in the VIP area, so you tried to not think too hard about their eyes on you.

The familiar sound of your introduction filled the air, followed by the lively instrumentals to your opening song. As you stepped onto the stage, a wave of enthusiastic cheers and applause greeted you. It was both exhilarating and nerve-wracking to be performing in front of such a large crowd. With each note that left your lips, your voice rang out smooth as silk, carrying all the emotions and energy of your songs. The audience seemed to be thoroughly enjoying themselves, singing and dancing along to every beat. As you finished your first song, “Mr. Perfectly Fine”, you could feel their excitement growing even more as you moved into your newest single, “We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together”.

The melody of this song was the reason why you were taking the stage in Austin tonight. It had taken on a life of its own and had become your most beloved and recognizable tune to date. As you belted out the lyrics, you could feel the crowd's energy amplify with each note. Caught up in the moment, you finally took a glance at the VIP section directly in front of the stage. To your surprise, instead of disinterested faces, you saw the group of drivers nodding along and some even singing along to every word. This strange occurrence both bolstered your confidence and ignited a wave of nervousness within you. How could it be that these individuals, who were undoubtedly accustomed to hearing chart-topping hits from the biggest names in the music industry, knew every single word to your song?

As you performed on stage, your eyes couldn't help but be drawn to one particular driver in the crowd. His intense gaze had been fixed on you since the beginning of your performance. You recognized him as Charles Leclerc, a skilled driver for Ferrari. With each song on your setlist, you found yourself stealing glances at him, and it seemed like he couldn't take his eyes off you either. Even as you sang "I Knew You Were Trouble," he remained transfixed with a slight smirk on his lips, and when you transitioned into "Fearless," he mumbled along to the lyrics. It was like there was an unspoken connection between the two of you, intensified by the energy and lights of the concert arena.

After finishing your setlist, you finally retreated backstage, feeling the reverberations of the music coursing through your body. The DJ was now setting up for the remainder of the party, but you had a little bit of time to mingle amongst the VIP section before heading back to your hotel for the night. Your heart was still pounding with adrenaline from your performance, and being surrounded by famous drivers only added to the rush. A few of them complimented you on your set and you shared brief conversations with them, feeling a sense of camaraderie in this elite group. Finally, you made your way to the sleek bar counter to quench your thirst with a crisp drink. As you stood there, taking in the glamorous scene around you, a subtle presence appeared next to you, catching your attention.

The deep, rich tones of Charles's accent filled your ears as you turned to face him. His presence felt warm and inviting, drawing you in. A small smile played on your lips as he asked, "Can I buy your drink?”

You couldn't help but chuckle at his boldness, "I guess I'll let you.”

As the thumping beat of the music pulsed through the air, Charles moved a few inches closer to hear you better. His eyes were intense and captivating, causing a slight heat to rise to your cheeks. Trying to hide your blush, you hoped the darkness of the night would conceal it.

"You put on quite a show," he said with a hint of admiration in his voice. Despite your attempt to remain composed, your cheeks grew even warmer at his compliment. But the dim lighting provided some cover for your embarrassment.

You shrugged, “It’s my job I guess.” The bartender handed your drink to you and Charles handed him his card to pay. “You had quite a drive today.” You sipped your drink while maintaining eye contact with him, and a smirk spread on his face. It was only polite for you to compliment the winner of the Grand Prix.

“Well, that’s my job.” He chuckled, “but, thank you.” Silence fell between the two of you for a few moments, but it was comfortable. Almost as if he was an old friend you were catching up with. “So, what got you into music?” He asked casually.

“Um well, my boyfriend told me that I could sing pretty well and I loved writing songs, so I just bought a guitar and put all of the pieces together.” You explained, feeling the slight buzz from your drink.

“Boyfriend?” Charles cocked his head curiously and your face flushed.

“Sorry- he’s not my boyfriend anymore.” You laughed nervously, “Just a slip-up I guess. We broke up about 3 weeks ago.”

“Ah, I see.” Charles nodded, “I guess that’s where your chart topping song comes into play.” You smiled to yourself, why was Charles Leclerc keeping up with your success?

“Yes, that seems to be the natural progression of things. My greatest inspiration is people who have wronged me.” You said nonchalantly. Charles threw his head back in laughter, which caused you both to stir in a fit of laughs.

For the next hour, you and Charles sat at the bar, your words mingling with the clink of glasses and murmur of other patrons. Despite the occasional interruption from curious drivers, your attention remained fully fixed on the man before you. His every gesture, expression, and word was captivating, drawing you in like a moth to a flame. However, as much as you wanted to stay lost in conversation with him, you knew that you needed to head back to your hotel soon. In just two days, you would be performing on a late night talk show - a career milestone that required all of your focus and preparation.

Charles leaned in, his voice earnest yet hesitant as he spoke. "I know we both lead busy lives, but...I would love to keep in touch with you," he said, catching you off guard with his sincerity. Your cheeks flushed at the realization that maybe all those small flirts from Charles throughout the night weren't just in your head. The possibility of something more between you and him sent a flutter through your heart.

“Yeah, I would love that.” You nodded and handed him your phone so he could put his number in.

“And who knows, maybe one day I’ll get a song about me. But for good reasons obviously.” He joked which made you giggle like a child.

“Hmm, we’ll see. Goodnight, Charles.” You bid him goodbye and he watched as you turned to head to the backstage area where a car would drive you to your hotel. You smiled like a little kid the whole drive back, replaying every word and every little movement.

yourname austin you gave me so much love last night <3 im so grateful for this life!! and forza ferrari (am i saying that right??)

liked by yourbff, charlesleclerc, scuderiaferrari, and others

-user0926 omg i knew y/n would be a ferrari fan

-user5043 MY WORLDS ARE COLLIDING

-user4558 liked by charles oh its soooo over 😭

-user3408 charles in the likes i repeat CHARLES IN THE LIKES

charlesleclerc An Austin GP win and an incredible afterparty. Cheers!

liked by landonorris, yourname, f1, and others

-user7224 stop it did he take his own pic of y/n?? are yall seeing what im seeing????

-yourname what a drive charles!!!

user3789 y/n what do you know

user2195 pls pls pls let this be real

-maxverstappen1 could barely celebrate with him bc he was chatting someone up all night.

user5904 MAX???

user3350 MESSYYY OMG WHO??

landonorris you've got them all riled up now

yourname here's a new song ive been messing around with. enjoy <3

(video IG STORY of y/n singing the first verse and chorus of enchanted)

TWITTER:

-user2958 did anyone notice that in y/n ig story she's literally singing a song ab meeting charles in austin or am i going crazy

user5409 i fear we've lost the plot

user3106 no no i see the vision. u MIGHT be onto something

user7074 wait didn't y/n have a bf?? or did they breakup?

user1513 they've been broken up for a couple weeks now, she wrote wanegbt about him!

user9543 wait what is the acronym-

user2218 we are never ever getting back together 😭

yourname what a pleasure it was to perform on late night AHHH pinch me im dreaming

liked by charlesleclerc, thelatenightshow, f1, and others

-user5943 anyone else wondering why the f1 account liked this post?? 😭

user6784 charles is running it dw!

yourname LMFAO 💋

user6784 Y/N?? TELL US WHAT U KNOW PLS

-user9234 shes a star omggg

-user2904 y/n biggest artist of the year im calling it!!

-user5382 y/n might make me start liking country music what

user1843 as if you could even call her music country music be fr

PEOPLE MAGAZINE: Y/n's Rise to Fame and the Gray Area of Country Music

For the past two months the internet has fallen for country music's latest star, Y/N. While it may appear all sunshine and roses for the young blooming star, every rose has its thorns. After making an appearance at the Formula One Grand Prix in Austin, Texas, her fanbase has skyrocketed. She's even appeared on Late Night, and is rumored to release her first album soon.

But many country music fans criticize Y/N's style of music, stating that it's actually not country music at all. They have distasted the way she dresses, noting that the only thing that makes her country is her hometown and the alleged "fake accent" that she sings with.

yourname back to my roots in nashville <3 missing everyone so much but thank you for the love recently. while i keep working on new music, here's a single to hold you over. nothing new is out now!!

liked by charlesleclerc, yourbff, sonymusic, and others

-user2943 the hate she gets is so undeserved, what a beautiful song <3

-user1158 WE LOVE U!!!

-user4857 new artists should not have to recieve this much hate no matter WHAT genre. we love u :,)

-charlesleclerc beautiful mon amour 🤍

user6729 WOAH UM

user3875 Y/N CHARLES SOFT LAUNCH PAUSE-

user8472 the lesbians 4 y/n lost something today 💔

*four months later*

yourname happy to announce my first album, begin again, will be yours so soon!! what a whirlwind these past few months have been but i wouldn't have it any other way 🤍 here's to new beginnings

liked by charlesleclerc, landonorris, yourbff , and others

-user5728 OMG I NEED THIS ALBUM NOW

-user9674 i just know these are the best 14 songs ever

-charlesleclerc safe to say im really pumped

yourname you should be 6 of the songs are about you

user5736 WHAAATFHGJG

user2756 SIX?? like one two three four five SIX???

charlesleclerc WORLD CHAMPION. Ever since I joined F1 I dreamed of having a driver's championship trophy, and now I've got it. Thank you to everyone on this team and everyone's who has supported my career. Til next season, forza Ferrari sempre. ❤️

liked by yourname, f1, scuderiaferrari, and others

-yourname i couldn't be prouder ❤️ love u

-yourname ok now come home i miss u

-user4756 YASSS CHARLES!!!

-user2636 y/n and charles pretty much confirmed, charles wdc and y/n's album. guys we are literally WINNING rn.

-user2734 "FORZA FERRARI" we all said in unison.

TWITTER:

yourname SURPRISE!! tickets for the begin again one night only show are up for grabs now!!!! join me for one night in nashville as i perform my newest album :,) see u soon 💋

yourname thank you to everyone who came out for the begin again one night only show <3 performing the whole album start to finish was so perfect and i hope everyone's been enjoying the music. until next time 🤍

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-user2736 guys i was there and the amount of times she mentioned her "partner" was so 😭 like we didn't all know she was talking ab charles i love them

-charlesleclerc my girl's a star ❤️

-user5793 so i can confirm so many songs are about charles its so perfect. enchanted made me cry

-user2741 i need to know what charles's favorite song is

charlesleclerc it's timeless

user2741 I KNEW IT

-user8573 charles can you fight ?!?!?!?

yourname i watched it begin again <3

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-user3782 cowboy charles. the universe is aligned

-user1773 IM SOBBING I LOVE THEM 😭

-user8354 may a love like this find me (pls im begging actually)

-user1938 and the crowd is?...oh the crowd is sobbing

-charlesleclerc the most perfect girl ever

yourname i love u 💋

user2845 i love both of you

*four years later*

Charles is a three time world champion and you've toured around the world twice with two released albums. You are one of the most popular artists in the world, and Charles has been by your side the whole time. You've accompanied him to his races when you can, and have even befriended some of the other drivers. This life couldn't be more perfect.

charlesleclerc and yourname no one i would rather share the rest of my life with. here's to forever mon amour 🤍💍

liked by landonorris, yourbff, f1, and others

-landonorris I've watched this love story bloom from the very beginning. Congrats you two!

yourname love u lan <3

-maxverstappen Congratulations! I can't think of two people more fit for each other ❤️

charlesleclerc ❤️❤️

-user2754 they got ENGAGED and MARRIED and didnt tell us...iconic.

-user6843 COUPLE OF THE CENTURYYY

-user0854 they are so endgame like truly no one can compete

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author's note pt.2 :

TYSM for reading! i did nawtttt intend for this to end up this long and literally hit the max number of images but...anywhooo

let me know if you want to see more things like this from me! my inbox is open <3

xoxo , eliza 🤍

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milkloafy · 8 months ago

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REST AND RESPITE — DAN HENG

⋆｡˚ ❀ summary: dan heng finds himself growing fond of your outgoing and talkative nature. one day, when you’ve holed yourself in your room, he can’t help but worry about you. ⋆｡˚ ❀ wc: 1.0k ⋆｡˚ ❀ a/n: shhh i haven’t played 2.1 or 2.2 update yet so dan heng is still chilling in the express to me <3 wrote this while sleep deprived and accidentally made dan heng softer than planned :>

After the events that transpired at the Xianzhou Luofu, Dan Heng decided he needed the time to rest and reflect. He hoped March 7th and Trailblazer had a successful mission—he would surely join them again soon—but he knew he wouldn’t be giving his best effort if he were to go in his current state.

He decided a few moments of peace and quite would do him some good.

Unfortunately for him, however, you also stayed on board the Astral Express for the next mission.

Peace, he would still get. Dan Heng enjoyed your presence and the two of you had gotten closer over the years. But quiet… That was another story. Ever since you had joined the Astral Express, the halls wer filled with sounds of your laughter. On the nights you and March 7th had a sleepover planned, Dan Heng found himself needing earplugs, to put it kindly.

Despite the noise not being his typical preference, he noticed himself finding comfort in the liveliness and warmth you brought. Which is why, when a day came where he did not hear you chatting with Pom-Pom or Welt during your scheduled afternoon snack, Dan Heng began to grow concerned. After only brief contemplation, he walked down the hallway and knocked on your door, your favorite breakfast bar in hand.

“Y/N?” he called through the wall.

“Oh— Come in,” you said, your voice distant.

When he opened the door, he saw you curled up on the small sofa inside your room—your conversation area for guests, you had told him. You had a blanket wrapped around you and a slow-paced instrumental piece playing from your radio.

You waved as you looked up at him with a smile. “Hi there.”

“Hello.” Dan Heng extended the breakfast bar out to you. “I noticed you haven’t come out to eat yet. Thought you might be hungry.”

Your eyes brightened as you accepted the snack, expressing your thanks with a bow of your head.

“Is everything okay?” he asked once you took a bite. Though you didn’t look terrible, he still was unable to shake his worry. “You have been quiet today.”

You let out a small laugh, though it sounded unnaturally forced. “I’m sure you’re grateful for these few moments of silence.”

“Not when your wellbeing is in question.”

Your gaze warmed as his thoughtful words, patting the cushion next to you and beckoning him to take a seat. He obliged, feeling the warmth radiating from your body as his right arm pressed against you. Dan Heng quite enjoyed the warmth. You offered him the corner of your blanket and he shook his head, smothering a chuckle of amusement.

Once the two of you settled in, you said, “I’ve just been having bad dreams all night.” You paused, as if deciding how much more you wanted to share. “They were about my time…before the Astral Express.”

Dan Heng nodded in understanding. You did not have to say more. The Express welcomed all types of people, each with vastly different backgrounds. Everyone came from unique places and sometimes they were not the best ones. He was unable to verbalize this feeling of empathy out loud to you, but he hoped you sensed that he was there for you.

“I’m not really thinking about it anymore,” you assured, your tone rushed. “Now I’m just exhausted but haven’t been able to sleep.”

He hummed to himself. You seemed tired, even a bit troubled. Perhaps even someone like you needed time alone. But something told him that, for this particular situation, that didn’t seem to be the case.

Clearing his throat, he spoke up. “If you think it will help, you are welcome to join me in the Archives today. I still have some entries to input, but if you would like some company, I’ll be there.”

You straightened up in your seat, eyes wide with excitement, before a flash of hesitancy crossed your face.

“It…won’t be bothersome to you?”

“You’re never a bother,” he said firmly. “Though, perhaps your slumber parties with March 7th while I’m trying to sleep may be.”

That earned a laugh out of you. “Well, if you joined us one night, maybe you would see the appeal. Even Caelus joins sometimes!”

Dan Heng smiled at that. “Perhaps you are right.”

You nodded and said matter-of-factly, “Don’t knock it ‘til you try it.”

He chuckled, happy to see a glimpse of your normal self coming out. Seeing you dejected and downcast was something he hated to witness, though he knew everyone had those moments. They were inevitable, after all. But Dan Heng wished he could always be there for you during those times.

It was natural to feel that way towards a good friend, he told himself. If he said it enough, maybe he would be convinced.

So why did he feel his heart race when you asked him to help you up from the couch? And why was he glad you didn’t let go of his hand even after you stood up?

Dan Heng wet his lower lip as he glanced at your connected hands. They were not even interlocked—just barely brushing—yet he still reacted in such a way. He looked over at your face and noticed a bashful smile gracing your features. It was a sight he wasn’t exactly used to seeing, but it was pleasant nonetheless.

Perhaps similar thoughts flashed through your mind about him. Did your heart also race when the two of you made close contact? Did your stomach flutter at his touch? He wanted to ask, but chose to hold back for now. You were distraught and vulnerable from your difficult night, and he thought it was more important to help you feel calm and well-rested first.

But as he caught you sneaking glances at him before looking away with a coy expression, Dan Heng knew he wouldn’t be able to hold back for long. Still, patience was a virtue and he was confident that it would pay off.

Soon, he promised himself. Dan Heng caught your eye and this time, you didn’t look away. He smiled and you returned it tenfold. Very soon.

#dan heng x reader #hsr x reader #dan heng x you #hsr x you #dan heng fluff #hsr fluff #hsr imagines #honkai star rail x reader #dan heng #honkai star rail

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vxnuslogy · 1 month ago

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— to you, who finally saw the sun.

pairing: sunday x gn!reader

premise: to you, who finally saw the sun, i bid you one final farewell.

— warnings: angst (kinda, i also dont know), bittersweet goodbyes, they do kiss yippie, written before the 2.7 update.

— author’s notes: in honor of getting e1s1 sunday, have this actual final stellaronhunter!sunday fic. art credits to 隐世樱yyy on weibo. also, fun little easter egg, colored texts are a reference to previous stellaronhunter!sunday fics i've made, so yeah!! maximum emotional damage!!!!!| ~2.8k words.

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how long has it been since sunday played the piano?

he can’t quite remember the last time he pressed a finger to the delicate white notes and let its noise resound in the room. but he does recount the harsh judgemental stare his instructure had whenever he made a mistake—a note lingering too long and going off course, it always led to the snap of a ruler to his wrist.

“do you play?” a voice from behind asked.

sunday turned around to capture the stars in your eyes. when he met your gaze halfway, a gentle smile grazed his lips before his golden eyes skidded to the instrument once more. “yes, i do. though i have not played in years.”

he heard the click of your shoes as you approached. sunday took a peek from the corner of his eyes as you longingly stared at the grand piano in front of you both. your gloved hands gliding over the polished wood before you eventually sat down by the small stool. you turn your head to him, hair fluttering with the wind as he feels the remaining breath in his lungs be taken away because of your smile. you patted down the space beside you and sunday reluctantly took it.

“will you play me a song?” your request was nothing but a small plea, one exhale away from crumbling. sunday didn’t know about that—he never will. you mask the desperation in your voice when the first note rang and sunday looked at you with a smile.

“i apologize if it sounds rusty,” he looked bashful and bare in this light. drapes of white clouds, dark blue galaxies, and golden suns hang from his body and you couldn’t help but stare. the wings behind his ears flutter in embarrassment with your silence so you laugh—forced, melancholic, and unlike you.

“i’ll love anything you play, sunday.” and you weren’t lying.

when the following notes soon echoed in the empty music room that was once reserved for only kafka, you let your desire to be close to him consume your entire being. sunday flinched slightly when your head fell on his shoulder, but didn’t shrug you off. with a flustered clear of his throat he continued.

sunday played the piano like it would be his last performance—forever caging himself to the audience after this performance to never take the stage again. he felt your emotions like they were tangible items courtesy to the halo behind his head, because the following song, he briefly muttered “for you” under his breath.

you both relished the moment spent by each other’s side.

to sunday, this song was dedicated to the person who dragged him onto the stage once more. despite all his reluctance, difficult attitude, and past grudges, he will always bathe you in a golden light like the followers of xipe. singing choirs about your greatness till the end of time as he remained as your faithful follower. this was his thank you to you, and he felt it would never quite repay the kindness you’ve given him.

but to you, this was goodbye. each note, though filled with tender affection and cherished dreams, pinched at your heart like tiny pins and needles. you looked up to gaze at his face—calm, moved on from the past, and freed. though not fully, his contract with jade still remains, he was as free as the express travelling the cosmos.

this was goodbye.

“will you play a song for me too, sunny?” a voice from the entrance joked.

there stood kafka, in her usual attire but without the coat, leaning by the door frame with arms crossed over her chest. you chuckled as sunday hid his embarrassed and flushed face, finding an excuse to say “no.” because everyone knew—order or finality—that sunday will only play for you.

“nothing to worry about angel,” kafka seemed solemn as she cleared her throat. she motioned for both of you to get up and follow her. “new mission is here. be sure to do your best, m’kay?”

sunday furrowed his brows as his wings twitched in confusion. kafka only took a few steps forward before leaving you two alone once more. you shook your head as you took his gloved hand in yours and tugged him in the direction of his new home. even though it's been a while since he joined, sunday still never voiced his worries—a habit you hope will slowly die out once he arrives at the boarding station.

“where are we going this time?” he asked. now he only realized your new attire and he feels his eyes wander. a black undershirt and pants, layered with a white asymmetrical coat. the gold cuffs of your sleeves caught the moonlight and casted a faint glow of your tears. sunday doesn’t get the chance to say something when a body crashed onto his back.

“good luck, mister,” silver wolf buried her face onto his back. arms tightly wrapped around his waist. if you looked closely, you would notice the way she slowly started stepping back—trying to prevent sunday from going out the doors he once entered from.

but sunday only chuckled. he turned to face the girl, patted her head and squatted down to her height as he slowly tried to pry the arms hiding her tear stained face. “it’s going to be alright, i have [name] with me, remember? they’re elio’s favorite, remember?”

the girl gripped the sleeves of his coat with an iron grip. sunday frowned in sadness, he hated seeing the girl so upset over a mission. and all you did was stand there, motionless as the clock by your waist continued to tick.

“sunday.” you call and you don’t know what shattered you the most: silver wolf’s fresh tears, or how sunday cradled and shielded her from your harsh reality.

silver wolf eventually peeled herself away. with a harsh motion, she wiped away all her tears and returned to her quirky self, “you better beat the final boss! if you don’t, then don’t bother to show yourself to me ever again!”

sunday nodded and once he reached your side, he waved the silver haired girl goodbye and fell into the same steps as you. each turn, each stairway taken to reach the skies, it drowns your lungs in realization. and like the time when you were both drenched in the rain, the ticket in your back pocket suddenly felt heavier than it should.

“leaving without as much as a word?”

you both stopped in your tracks and turned around. the hallway was dimmed, your only witness being the moon in its full glory. sunday was the first to break the delicate silence with a soft utter of ignorance, something you never realized could happen.

“a mission that requires both of us,” he replied, a sketchy smile on his lips as he slowly shielded your vision of the immortal man from view. “we won’t take long. it won’t end like it did back in the capital of passion. i promise.”

you felt blade’s judgeful stare before he let out a heavy sigh. he threw a small journal bound by beds of stars onto his hands and handed you a sheathed sword. “i expect you to be back before dawn.”

sunday nodded and you don’t have the heart to tell him that blade wasn’t speaking to nor about him.

“sunday wait!”

right when you were about to board your car—a testimony to your genius in engineering, sunday still wondered how you got it to work like the express. firefly ran out the door with nothing but her sleep attire. she clutched a small item to her chest as sunday looked at you. you hated the look of expectation in his irises, but you still relent. with a heavy sigh, you muttered, ‘5 minutes’ before you entered the car. sunday nodded like an obedient servant and met firefly halfway.

“i–!” she tried to find the words to say, but they always fell short by the time a sound escaped her lips. but sunday was understanding, he was kind, so he waited. like a dutiful older brother letting his baby sister come out of her shell.

beats of silence passed before firefly settled on a simple goodbye, “please take care on your mission.” she took his hand and handed him a small pen. his name delicately engraved on the fountain pen’s cap in her handwriting.

the wind howled and she shivered. and like a moment right before a mission started and ended, sunday took off the white hood over his shoulders and draped it over her. “thank you, firefly. i’ll be sure to put it to good use.”

sunday wished firefly told him the rest of her thoughts, but he saved them for another time he will never have. even as he buckled the seatbelt in your car and drove off, firefly tried to chase after you. and if he looked close enough, soft glimmers of hopeful tears would be seen.

“you never answered my question.”

you looked at him from the rearview mirror. the way he carefully placed the fountain pen in the journal and the way he softly grazed the cover—afraid that the small book would shatter under his fingertips.

“it must have slipped my mind. what was your question again?”

“where are we going?”

you wet your lips and tighten the hold on the steering wheel. you don’t answer immediately. instead, you let your vehicle warp through space like a nameless traveler through the stars. when you start unbuckling your seatbelt, sunday follows shortly and you both get out.

“penacony.”

sunday feels his vision blur and merge into one giant puddle. he feels you drape another hood identical to the one he gave firefly as you harshly tugged it over his head. your hand finding its way to his and tug him towards a familiar direction.

“h-hold on!” he cries out in a desperate plea, but you don’t turn around. “what business could we have in penacony?! and,” sunday’s eyes wander again over your figure and feels dread start to bubble in his stomach—you weren’t wearing a disguise like you did in past missions.

you don’t answer and sunday feels his wings hug his abdomen tighter and tighter. he can already imagine the ghostly hands of the family—even under robin’s guidance—do unspeakable things to you. sunday can’t have that, he will never allow you to be caged in their clutches like they did with him. so with all the force he could muster, all the while being mindful of your comfort, he caught your wrist in a firm hold and turned around. tugging you in the direction of your home.

“sunday.”

“apologies, but i promised blade. bare with me for a moment longer.”

“sunday.”

“[name], please.”

“sunday.”

“cease the uttering of my name! do you not understand the position we are in right now?!”

sunday never shouts—not in anger, but in worry. he takes gulfs of air into his lungs as if he’s being dragged to the bottom of the ocean as he looks at you with blown eyes. his wings flapping erratically, fanning the reddening of his face as the pair by his waist briefly flutters. if you close your eyes and listen carefully, you can hear the soft clinks of the golden exoskeleton you created just for him.

“sunday,”

“i believe this is where your journey ends, mister sunday.”

“our story is over.”

you feel the world still as small orbs of danger surround you both. a man with whiting hair stands behind him, a cane glowing in pink as you feel your body grow heavier and heavier. welt pushes his glasses up and lets his eyes fall to you.

“[name].” he says in a tense tone. the grip on his cane so tight you’d argue beneath the gloves he wore, his knuckles were turning white in confusion.

“mr. yang.” you reply back, calmer than the loud beating inside the column of bones inside your chest. “please let him go.”

the older gentleman debated in his mind. before sunday could raise a hand, you step forward and force him to face you. you feel your body go back to normal and you sigh. sunday on the other hand, remains on guard as the golden eyes you grew fond off stared at you with emotions that could only be named as betrayal.

“the express misses you, [name].” welt says, “it won’t hurt to say goodbye to them.”

you only nod bitterly. “thank you, mr. yang. but there’s really no need.”

“what do you mean our story is over?” you hear sunday murmur.

you take a shaky deep breath, of all the ways he could ask, why did he do it as if he was about to cry? you shut your eyes tightly, you let your desires consume you again as you interlace your hands together in one final hold before you relax and exhale. when you open your eyes, you feel tears drop one by one like idrila’s blood. welt stays motionless behind him, looking at you both in confliction.

“welt,” you lower both your hands, stepping in front of the angel. “i know this isn’t the reunion you had hoped for. but please believe me when i say that we come in peace. i’ve come to return what is lost.”

welt’s frown deepens, “i take it you aren’t talking about yourself.”

“no, and i never will.” you feel sunday’s arm snake around your waist and his head fall on your shoulder. and suddenly, it felt like your shopping trip with the rest of the hunters was today.

“please wait for us by the golden hour.”

“no…” sunday weakly protests. “i can’t leave, i won’t allow myself.”

“welt. please.”

“mr. yang, please don’t.”

“welt–”

“i’ll wait.” the older man says in a rushed tone. he was quick to turn around and start walking away. it was unlike him, but you don’t blame him. after all, the missing child of the express was now found and the previous head of the oak family were together—with conflicting convictions to top it.

his steps grew fainter and fainter until all you could feel was sunday’s tears and his quiet whimpers, begging you to not let him go.

“sunday,” you mutter, slowly facing him. “our story is over. you need to go.”

“what about you… will you stay behind?”

“i have to.”

“no you don’t!” his volume rises as his arms tighten around your waist. “you can come with me. they’ve been looking for you, they’ll accept you! so please, don’t make me lose you, too.”

you chuckle, and for the first time tonight, you smile genuinely. “silly bird, you’re not going to lose me.”

“but i already have…”

you frown. you try to pull away from his embrace but he still keeps you caged in his arms. “sunday, will you play me a song?”

“enough, please.”

you pat down his hair, pull away just an inch, and cradle his face. “sing me a song about adventures and stars. can you do that?”

“will you come with me if i do?”

you shake your head no and he dives his face into the crook of your neck again. you laugh in disbelief at his stubbornness. it reminds you of the time he first started to try and take flight. how long ago was that memory? you can’t quite put a number on it but it no longer matters.

“sunday,” you sing his name like a song to be remembered. reaching into your back pocket, you take out a golden ticket and gently lay it flat on sunday’s palm. when you meet his eyes again, his wings obscure half of his face. you gently push them away and rub away the tears staining his cheeks and press your foreheads together. “perform. not for me, but the world. your stage is set, all you need to do is step on it.”

his gloved hands hold yours, you feel his head turn for his lips to meet the palm of your hand as presses a soft kiss that leaves the spot tingling. “will you watch me play?”

you drag a knuckle down his nose, an action too affectionate for people who claim to be just “comrades.” suddenly it dawns on you that kafka’s teasing, firefly’s giggles, silver wolf’s eye rolling, blade’s huffs and elio’s script all align for this moment. with a careful step forward, you invade the line with the words “comrades” and look up. you feel his breath on your lips and you smile.

“for all eternity, my eyes will always be yours.” you stand on your toes and press your lips together in a final goodbye. his arms hug your waist just a tad bit tensely as sunday tries his reciprocate—but in the back of your mind, you know he doesn’t have to try. sunday loves you like it's as easy as breathing.

“sunday, congratulations. you’ve finally seen the sun.”

#sunday x reader #honkai star rail x reader #—stellaronhvnters.#honkai star rail imagines #honkai star rail headcanons #honkai star rail x you #honkai star rail sunday #hsr x reader #hsr imagines #hsr headcanons #hsr x you #hsr sunday #sunday x you #sunday imagines #sunday headcanons #( 🂡 ) – royal flush of stories .ᐟ

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wife-of-all-dilfs · 1 year ago

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white wine | f. odair

(part two of red wine)

part one

summary: another celebration in the capitol leaves you and finnick in an argument that threatens to strain your friendship.

pairing: finnick odair x reader

warnings: reader’s pov, flirting, angst, argument, struggling finnick :(

notes: i don’t know if i like this, let me know what y’all think! final part will be out in a few days.

word count: 1.6k

A Sphynx cat dressed in a white suit scurried beneath your feet, disappearing around a vine-covered pillar in the courtyard of the Presidential Palace. Fairy lights were hung on every tree, bush, and pillar, providing light in the growing darkness of the evening. Orchestral strings played in a small band off to the side, so beautiful that it sent goosebumps prickling across your entire body. People were dressed to impress, though to you, they looked more ridiculous than impressive.

The 72nd annual Hunger Games had come and gone, and a tour was held for the victor whose name you had not bothered to learn. At last, the infamous grand celebration in the Capitol had arrived.

Months had gone by since your night of red wine and white cats. Parties had not been in short supply since then, meaning your meetings with Finnick remained regular. But something was off about him. Something you couldn’t place no matter how hard you tried.

Winter snow was beginning to stick to the ground, blending with the pure white gown you were wearing, gifted by the generous president. If purity and innocence were what he was going for, he probably should’ve chosen a dress without a plunging neckline. The proof was in the pudding. Or rather, the voice of the heartthrob from District Four.

“That dress is quite distracting.”

Sauntering toward you came Finnick Odair, a playful grin plastered on his face. Just like you, his outfit only consisted of white. A billowy V-neck that dipped down to his navel, paired with white dress pants and a golden netted belt.

“Finnick.” You smiled, your dull mood lifting from his presence. “So, he got you too, huh?”

“What? You don’t think I look dashing in white?” he teased.

“I think you look dashing in anything.”

The words just slipped out, supposed to only remain a thought. Finnick was a flirt, through and through. You hardly ever entertained his flirtatious manner; rebutting with either attitude or timid silence was more your style. So, the last thing you needed was for him to take your words to heart, however genuine they might be.

He blinked in surprise, only to quickly laugh it off. “Thank you, but I don’t think the spotlight will be on me tonight,” he said, his eyes scanning your dress from head to toe, then settling back on your face. “I hate to admit it, but Snow knows beauty when he sees it.”

“Snow knows everything,” you replied sarcastically.

And there it was again. That out-of-character shift in his demeanour. Like a storm cloud had suddenly rolled over head, dampening the mood with its gloomy presence. This was becoming a more frequent occurrence each time you saw Finnick and you were desperate to know why. What had changed?

Sunshine broke through the clouds again in the form of a splitting grin. “Unfortunately, so,” he said, brushing the topic aside as though it were nothing. “Would you like to dance? Give them a taste of real beauty?”

You couldn’t say no.

The instrumentals had slowed to the tempo of an assumed waltz. Although you had been trained in social etiquette, dancing was not your strong suit—unless you counted drunk dancing. With this knowledge, Finnick took the lead, his hand gently cupping your waist, another interlocking your own, and you followed his simple steps until you found a comfortable rhythm.

“I have got to know who your dancing instructor is,” Finnick quipped, his tone full of jest. “He’s got to be pretty talented to be able to teach you how to dance. Undeniably attractive too, considering your incredibly vain nature.”

You playfully rolled your eyes. “I can’t seem to recall his name. Not very remarkable. Phineas was it? Or maybe it was Finnley.”

“That hurts, sweetheart.”

“Truth hurts, Odair,” you said, sending him a teasing smile.

He chuckled, the dance continuing smoothly. “You’re getting better,” he said, his voice now sounding sincere.

Before you met Finnick, fitting in with higher society was a struggle. All of their customs and etiquette seemed so foreign to you, especially since you came from a lower-ranking district. But as he meticulously wound himself into your web, he brought with him an abundance of knowledge which he happily shared with you.

You had spent countless hours together, learning different subjects such as how to keep conversations going, the art of seduction, and even dancing, even though you never quite got it down.

Times came when dangerous situations arose—conferences with President Snow, meeting obsessiveCapitol citizens, and being given unreasonable demands. More than once, Finnick saved your life through his guidance. You owed him everything and more.

Heat spread in the places his hands touched you, subduing the slight chill of the winter air. You would expect someone from District 4 to be cold, as the ocean was like a second home to them, with their days spent fishing, swimming, and collecting underwater vegetation in the cold depths. Despite this, everything about Finnick radiated warmth. His bronze hair was like the embers of a dying fire; his skin was fiery upon touch. Even his smile was sunny, always beaming like a golden ray of light.

Slowly, the fairy lights transformed in colour, highlighting the luxurious scenery and both yours and Finnick’s clothing. White turned to green, accentuating the striking colour of Finnick’s eyes which gazed down upon you as your bodies swayed together. After green came a colour that turned your dress a deep crimson.

“This one’s my favourite,” Finnick said, his voice so melodious it sounded like a part of the orchestra.

“Why is that?”

You felt his hand glide to your lower back and your knees almost buckled.

“Because—” The music swelled before its end and he gracefully dipped you as if to emphasise his answer— “you always look stunning in red.”

Everything went quiet. The music had ended and all you could hear was the sound of your heartbeat thumping in your ears. Beautiful sea green washed over your body, enveloping you in complete serenity that resembled the feeling of floating beneath the ocean’s surface. Finnick was there with you, holding you in his arms, his eyes penetrating deep into your own—sea-green serenity.

You lowered your gaze to his lips, admiring the pink colour and velvetiness. It was a dilemma you constantly struggled with—having a crush on the Finnick Odair. The Capitol’s Darling. Everybody wanted him; some actually got him. You heard whispers of his little adventures in the Capitol, how a select few would get to spend the night with him whenever he visited.

There was no judgement on your part; Finnick was your closest friend. And that was all he would ever be, making you the most envious of them all. Condemned to forever wishing to be something more than platonic. Always being the one watching from the sidelines. That was the singular thing you had in common with the people of the Capitol.

But in that fleeting moment, you were undeniably certain no one had ever yearned to kiss anyone more than you yearned to kiss Finnick. Your heart lurched when his eyes flickered to your lips and suddenly, you were questioning whether or not he felt the same. When he started to lean in closer, your heart just about exploded.

But before anything could happen, you realised that the waters were infested with gossip-hungry sharks, waiting for their moment to strike.

Soft murmurs were echoing around you, reeling your harsh reality back into existence. Finnick too noticed and pulled you back into a standing position. His hands dropped from your body and without a second glance, he took off in the opposite direction, leaving you momentarily in shock.

“Wha—Finnick!” you exclaimed, trailing after him.

You weaved through the crowd of engrossed bystanders, ignoring their hushed whispers and unwavering stares. Finnick had climbed two of the marble steps leading up to the mansion before you reached out and grabbed his white sleeve, forcing him to face you.

“What, Y/N?” he snapped, wearing an expression that was a mixture of frustration and hurt. The usage of your real name took you aback. He would always call you ‘sweetheart’ or some other term of endearment. Hardly ever your name. “What do you want?”

You shook your head, confused as to where his sudden hostility had come from. “What’s going on with you?” you asked, searching his eyes for anything that would help you understand, but there were too many emotions for you to decipher. “Whenever we see each other it’s like something is weighing you down. Sometimes you can’t even look me in the eyes and then other times you’re asking me to dance with you and flirting with me. I don’t understand, is it me? Have I done something?”

He clenched his jaw, shaking his head as he averted his gaze. You let out an exasperated breath, lowering your gaze to his chest in frustration. The brilliance of his white shirt caught your attention and a troubling thought popped into your mind. “Has Snow done something?”

His eyes snapped to yours, a silent command to lower your voice. Descending one step, Finnick leaned down, towering over your body. His voice was low, “You have no idea what you’re talking about.”

In one last attempt to break through his barrier, you slid your hand into his. “Then explain it to me,” you pleaded. “Please.”

The inner turmoil was evident on Finnick’s face. His gaze softened but the deep worry lines were still etched into his skin. For a moment, you believed he was finally going to lower his walls. However, your hope was diminished as he exhaled a long, weary breath and said, “I wish I could.”

And then his hand slipped out of yours, disappearing entirely as he ascended the stairs and left you at the bottom, defeated.

tags: @bellamybellamyblake @teigo-the-explorer

part three

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blue-jisungs · 9 months ago

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PLAYLIST

author's note. sorry for the slight delay!!! i hopeu all enjoy it tho<3 thank u so sooo mcuh @slytherinshua for the banner (again)<3333333333

summary. jihoon is curious about you, especially your music taste and this... somehow leads to your first kiss with him

word count. 1233

genre. music major!jihoon (and also undercover artist, woozi) x psychology major!yn

jihoon felt like a fool.

a complete, love struck fool.

he didn’t know what you did to him but – how did wonwoo phrase it? he was down bad for you – he was whipped.

ever since bumping into you in the library, which was quite embarrassing by the way, he just couldn’t get his mind off you. luckily for him, he gained some courage to talk to you and exchange socials.

you were in a talking stage, getting to know each other. like, for example your name, sign, major – so on, so forth. he was completely smitten to find out that you’re a psychology student but then again, you seemed amazed when he told you he’s majoring in music.

despite all this knowledge he still yearned to know more. your music taste, favorite drink, the name of your first hamster that you had in childhood– despite how creepy it sounded, it was the effect you had on him.

naturally, you wanted to know more about him too.

hence you’re here now, in his studio.

“do you want something to drink? vodka? tequilla? i mean, other drinks are okay too. ice with water?” jihoon asked, opening his mini fridge and trying to ignore the feeling of blood rushing to his ears. he’s such an idiot. ice with water? really, jihoon?

“water is fine” you grinned, looking around the room.

you were curious about the studio, it’s where the magic happens after all. apparently he didn’t let people in… except his friends. even with them he made some exceptions – like soonyoung, who once snuck in while he was drunk and made a song about a tiger…? you remember this story, he told you it on one of your first meetings (dates?).

“it all looks so expensive” you sighed, scared to even touch anything. jihoon must have noticed it because he broke a smile.

“well… music equipment usually is quite pricey. but feel free to try something, i’ll guide you. guitar, keyboard, saxophone… even the mixing board” he hummed and handed you the glass of water.

“oh really? i always wanted to try the silly machine” you pointed at the sound mixer, recalling a video you saw on tiktok how the grey keys lit up upon touching.

“here you go, then” jihoon grinned and pulled your chair closer to it, causing you to giggle. then, he pulled another chair for him and sat down.

he turned it on and put you glass away, ebony irises looking at you with excitement.

“so do i just…?” you asked and shyly tapped one of the tiles, it making a sound and lighting up with a pink light.

jihoon watched you good around with it, creating a silly melody and being rather amused by the colors than the music itself. his heart was thumping against his chest, weirdly liking it. he was anxious that he’d feel somehow stressed and somehow angry upon seeing you touch his instruments. he always did when someone came over. but with you… why was he so carefree?

“i have no idea how you do it, that just sounded like cocomelon intro” a laugh escaped your lips and jihoon joined you. oh, he loved the sound of your laughter.

“let me play some music, wait” jihoon stood up and grabbed his phone from the pocket of his sweats.

you admired him, observing his silhouette. he really fitted perfectly into this space, you could see he’s feeling himself because he’s surrounded by things he loves.

and he let you in that safe space of his.

this caused your heart to skip, trying to convince yourself it’s nothing. that he takes every girl here sooner or later, lets her play his instruments–

“everytime you look at me like that i wonder if you’re having flashbacks of your psychology textbooks, you know? and then you’re like… ‘ah yeah, he fits that description perfectly’” he giggled and you scoffed, shaking your head.

“you know, sometimes i can’t help but consider all the… small signs… but i don’t diagnose you!” you joked but saw his eyes widen. oh.

“small signs?” he asked, a bit of panic in his voice. great, now you freaked him out.

“like… you’re a workaholic but that’s no surprise, right?” you tried to ease the situation and it seemed that it worked.

“yeah, yeah” he nodded, a small smile blooming on his lips.

once again you looked around the room, eyes taking in every detail.

“wait, actually… do you want to play some music? i’m curious what you listen to” he asked and handed you the aux with a boyish smile.

“don’t judge me though… i’m already feeling kinda stupid” you laughed and scrolled through your playlist, jihoon looking over your arm.

you decided to play one of your cozy mixes on shuffle and turned around to peek at him.

“you… um, you know woozi?” jihoon asked, a tiny of nervousness in his voice.

“oh, yeah! jun recommend him to me! he’s so good, honestly. i kinda wish he had more music because i feel like i know every song by heart right now” you giggled and saw his eyes widen “what? you don’t like him?”

“wha… i… actually…” jihoon stuttered, mind racing like a wild horse galloping through the fields. why did jun tell you? no… he knew the answer to that – jun knew jihoon has a crush on you. what an asshole.

but… what to do now? how didn’t you figure out that woozi is him? should he confess? or should he thank you? or… maybe he should deny that he doesn’t know him.

“you kinda sound like him now that i think about it” you hummed, scanning his face.

“are you playing some psychological games with me right now?” jihoon asked, cracking a smile and finally sitting down next to you.

“no, why would i?” a frown appeared on your features. jihoon took it as a sign that you’re really clueless. taking a deep sigh, he pointed at one of the diplomas (or what you thought they were).

“i’m… woozi”

your mouth fell agape as you scanned the paper on the wall, secured safely in a ruby frame.

“and i’ll admit, you have a nice taste in music” he added, observing you. why was he kind of… excited by your reaction? the fact that you liked his music was another thing, making his heart go crazy.

“are you serious?” you asked in disbelief and your eyes shifted to meet his ebony ones.

“i’m in your playlist. come at me, gir” jihoon laughed and opened his arms in a cocky manner.

“so… woah. that’s crazy. i have a question though” you grinned, cocking an eyebrow at him. woozi’s mischievous spark in the eye told you to be straightforward “about who is ‘ruby’ about?”

no words were exchanged but the look he gave you was like an electric spark between you two. maybe hence the next thing he did, powered by an impulse, was standing up.

“can i kiss you?” he asked and you nodded vigorously, shame flying out of the window.

if it wasn’t said, the kiss definitely translated it into words: ‘ruby’ was about you. everything was about you, including his feelings.

his plush lips felt heavenly against yours, soft music playing in the background as his warm hands cupped your cheeks.

who knew that revealing your playlist to him would lead to your first kiss.

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iinthehexcore · 30 days ago

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random steb HCs

summary: A braindump of random things about Steb!

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a/n: this truly is just... a bit of everything, HAHAH! not coherent and a bit all over the place, my bad! i also put some steb x librarian headcanons at the end for those who have read that! might be adding more things later on :)

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Despite being an Enforcer, I don't think he is a very violent man. If he has to, he can be (like we saw in S2E9, for example) but that is only when the situation calls for it. Still, he would not be reckless I don't think.

Something tells me that he played an instrument as a kid - maybe piano - which he never tells anyone about. The only way to find out is to see him actually playing it.

Is a pretty decent cook! Despite working long hours, he still tries to eat mainly homemade meals. Has gotten into meal prepping to make things easier for himself.

Might be quiet, but is still confident in his skills. A lot of new Enforcers whisper about him and try to figure him out, sometimes even thinking he is just too scared to speak, but when they see him in the training room, they quickly change their mind.

Despite being very silent himself, he actually doesn't mind being around people who talk a lot, as long as they don't poke fun at him for not talking back. He's used to Maddie not ever being quiet, but she never laughed at him or anything like that.

About Maddie, I think he kind of blamed himself in a way about her betraying everyone? He had trained with her for a while and he did consider her as a friend, but in the heat of the battle, he wasn't quite able to process the actual death and betrayal. Though feeling deeply hurt by her actions, I do think that he mourned the idea of her/the friend he lost, though he would not excuse her from her mistakes.

His apartment is probably super comfortable and cozy. I'm imagining a lot of dark wood, maybe some leather, a candle here and there, lots of books, and warm lights. Probably an apartment that's higher up in a building so he can look out over Piltover.

Steb's 'free time' clothes are not extremely different from what his Enforcer uniform looks like. Probably wears button-ups with a sweater on top, some nice pants, and leather shoes.

Maybe wears glasses (saw this in a fanart and I've been sold ever since)

ROMANTIC!

He takes time to warm up to his partner, but once he does, he is basically an open book.

GREAT at communication. If something bothers him, if he feels a bit down, anything that could potentially start miscommunication - he will tell you immediately. In turn, he is also always open for you to talk about anything you want with him.

Loves to leave little surprises for you for when you wake up. He is definitely a morning person, starting most days with a workout. I think he would do things like setting up the table for breakfast, leaving sweet notes on your bedside table, cleaning up stuff that you didn't get the chance to clean the night before. Then when he comes home from working out he has flowers or a sweet treat in his hands, kissing your cheek before walking to the shower.

Let's you wear his shirts/clothes.

Not the biggest fan of PDA, but he does always stay close to you and/or hold your hand.

LIBRARIAN READER AND STEB!

The first time he went to the library, he actually didn't want to go there. Not because of you or because of the library - he was just super tired and thought that everyone would be able to just go there themselves. The next week, Maddie offered to go as she knew Steb was annoyed from the week before, but she was surprised when he said no.

He probably kept most, if not all, of the written receipts that you had given back to him from every single time he came to bring back books.

Noticed immediately when you got a new pen and thought it was sweet.

Very observant, so he could tell what your favorite cafe/order was just from empty packages that were in the trashcan next to your desk. When he went to get it for you as a surprise/gift for finishing your essays, he had not expected you to be there, and then he had to deal with thousands of questions from Maddie.

Cait knew something was up with him, but she never fully found out what it was until the drink and when he had written her a message, asking if he 'and a guest' could be authorized to enter the Piltover Council building. She had her suspicions from when he asked her to let the library close early, though.

I think that Steb was actually very nervous to show you the Council building. He knew you would love it - as you told him many times before - but he wasn't sure if it would be like you imagined. Spent a lot of time trying to pick out which clothes to wear and even more time on figuring out the best strategy to get you up there without raising suspicion.

Afterwards thought that guiding you while you had your eyes closed was maybe not the best way of doing so, but was glad you still enjoyed it.

Steb actually did go home with you at the end of chapter 2. You made tea, talked, and then both fell asleep on the couch. You woke up with a sore neck (from leaning against the man for the entire night), but that wasn't anything Steb couldn't help with. Told you to lay on the couch, covered you with a thick blanket, made you tea, and read a book next to you.

#arcane imagines #steb arcane #arcane imagine #arcane #steb #steb x reader #steb imagine #arcane x reader

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koyagifs · 1 month ago

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𝓲𝓯 𝓼𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝔂𝓼

pairing: hongjoong x reader au: college | in between worlds | genre: angst word count: 12.861k synopsis: no one seen it coming. how could they? the lead singer of up and coming band and the shy celloist. warning(s): mentions of death, hospital. author note: another favorite book, if i stay!! will be heavily basing it on it. When they release the seasons greeting, i just had to.

september 25th, 2021 12:15pm

Hongjoong stood in the doorway, frozen as if time itself had stopped. The dim light of the studio cast a warm glow over the young woman seated at the center of the room, her form almost ethereal. Her head tilted slightly, eyes closed in concentration, and her fingers danced delicately along the neck of the cello.

The bow in her hand moved with such grace that it seemed to breathe life into the instrument. The muffled strains of music seeped through the heavy door, a melody both haunting and beautiful. The cello nestled between her legs seemed an extension of herself, responding to her every touch as though it shared her soul.

Hongjoong felt his breath catch, the world outside fading into irrelevance. There was a power in her presence, one that silenced the chaos of his thoughts and left him wholly captivated. For a moment, he wondered if she had somehow charmed the room—or perhaps just him.

He came out from the trance when someone came beside him, " what's her name?"

Hongjoong turned his head sharply at the sound of her voice. A girl stood beside him now, her expression soft but curious as she glanced between him and the young cellist in the studio. Her smile grew as she returned her gaze to the girl playing, an unmistakable fondness shining in her eyes.

“Yn,” she said simply, her voice carrying a warmth that matched her expression.

Hongjoong nodded slightly, the name embedding itself in his mind like a melody he couldn’t forget. Without another word, he stepped away, feeling the pull of the moment lingering even as he distanced himself from the studio.

Yn. He repeated the name in his head, savoring how it sounded—soft, yet powerful, much like the music she played. It felt like the kind of name you’d whisper into the quiet of a night, afraid to disturb its beauty.

As he walked down the corridor, the faint echo of her cello followed him, weaving into his thoughts. He knew he’d be back, though he couldn’t quite say why. Something about Yn and the world she created with her music had already begun to anchor itself deeply in him, like a seed of inspiration waiting to grow.

He smiled faintly to himself. Whatever it was, he couldn’t wait to discover more.

Back in the room, Yn paused mid-stroke as the last note faded into silence. She looked up to see her best friend Maddie leaning against the doorframe, a wide grin plastered on her face. The mischievous glint in her eyes was unmistakable.

“What’s that look on your face for?” Yn asked, raising an eyebrow as she adjusted the bow in her hand.

Maddie shook her head, her grin widening as she stepped closer. “Oh, nothing,” she teased, her voice sing-song. “It’s just... someone has a secret admirer~.”

Yn blinked, her brows knitting together in confusion. “What are you talking about?” she asked, setting her bow down on the cello.

Maddie plopped down on a nearby chair, crossing her legs as if preparing to spill the juiciest gossip. “There was this guy—he couldn’t take his eyes off you,” she explained, dramatically clasping her hands to her chest. “It was like watching a puppy stare at a treat.”

Yn frowned slightly, tilting her head. “A guy? Who?”

Maddie shrugged her shoulder nonchalantly, though the grin on her face betrayed her excitement. “Oh, you know—only the Kim Hongjoong was looking at you.”

Yn froze, her hands stilling on the cello as her eyes widened. “ you're telling me hongjoong saw my geeking out on the cello" she asked, her voice rising slightly as the words tumbled out.

Maddie burst out laughing, clutching her sides. “Oh, definitely,” she managed between giggles. “He was standing there, all wide-eyed and awestruck, like he’d just stumbled upon a hidden gem.”

Yn groaned, covering her face with both hands. “Oh my god, Maddie,” she mumbled through her fingers. “He probably thinks I’m some weirdo.”

“Are you kidding?” Maddie shot back, her laughter subsiding as she gave Yn a playful nudge on the arm. “He looked like he wanted to commission a whole symphony inspired by you. Trust me, you’ve got nothing to worry about.”

Yn peeked at her best friend from behind her hands, still unconvinced. “You’re exaggerating,” she accused, though a small part of her wanted to believe Maddie’s words.

Yn groaned, burying her face in her hands as Maddie laughed and tugged her up by the wrist.

“Come on, rock star whisperer,” Maddie teased, dragging Yn toward the door. “Let’s get out of here before your new admirer decides to camp outside the classroom.”

Yn rolled her eyes but let herself be pulled along, her thoughts still swirling. Kim Hongjoong—the name alone sent a flicker of disbelief through her. He wasn’t just anyone; he was the lead guitarist of 8teez, the up-and-coming band that had been the talk of their small town.

Their music was raw and electric, a blend of emotion and energy that had quickly captured the hearts of their growing fan base. The group had been making waves in the local scene for months, playing at festivals, gigs, and even the town’s annual summer fair. And now, with a record label finally backing them, 8teez was on the cusp of something bigger.

feburary 19th, 2023 11:15am

Yn sat quietly in the backseat of the Uber, her gaze fixed on the snowflakes drifting lazily down outside the window. The world beyond the glass was coated in a pristine white blanket, the streetlights casting a warm glow over the soft snowfall. It felt like something out of a dream, the kind of moment that felt both fleeting and infinite all at once.

Yn’s phone sat in her lap, her thumb instinctively tapping the screen to turn it on. The soft glow illuminated the emptiness of her notifications, and her heart clenched just a little tighter. She locked the screen, exhaled slowly, then repeated the cycle moments later, as though willing a message to appear from him.

Nothing.

Her heart ached each time the blank notification bar stared back at her, unyielding. It felt silly, almost foolish, to let it affect her this much. But still, she couldn’t shake the weight in her chest, the unanswered questions circling her mind like an unrelenting storm.

A storm had struck, leaving a devastating aftermath in its wake. The once calm streets were now a blur of swirling snow and ice, the world outside distorted and harsh. The wind howled, a fierce reminder of the storm’s power, and the snow fell in thick, heavy sheets that seemed to blur the line between day and night.

Inside the Uber, Yn's body jerked forward with a sharp impact, the car sliding uncontrollably across the slick road. Her breath caught in her throat as her seatbelt dug into her chest, the force of the motion throwing her against the back of the seat. Panic surged through her as she gripped the armrest, her heart pounding in her ears.

The sound of tires screeching against the ice was drowned out by the screeching of her own thoughts, a chaotic cacophony in her mind. The world outside had blurred into a whirl of white, the wind slamming against the car, but all she could focus on was the feeling of helplessness, of being entirely out of control. The cold metal of the seat dug into her back, her grip failing on the armrest as the car spun, and she felt the sharp jolt of panic in her chest.

This can’t be happening. Not now... not like this.

Her heart pounded in her ears, the terror crashing over her in waves as the car slid further, the sense of time slowing down, twisting, until it became a blur of sensations. The last thing she saw was the back seat, the familiar black leather seat cover before darkness closed in on her like a heavy blanket.

And then, everything went silent.

october 19th, 2021 1:06 pm

Hongjoong walked towards the two girls who were laughing, their voices carrying through the quiet space as they shared a moment. His heart was pounding in his chest, the familiar rush of adrenaline hitting him in a way it never had before. He'd been with girls before—spent time talking, laughing, even flirting—but this? This was different.

As he neared them, a wave of nervous energy surged through him, making him second-guess every step he took. He adjusted his jacket for the hundredth time, running a hand through his hair, feeling the weight of the situation settle on his shoulders. Why is this so hard? he thought, swallowing the lump in his throat. It's just a conversation. Just a hello.

But with every step closer to Yn, the closer he got to unraveling. He had never been this nervous before. His mind raced with questions, with thoughts that felt like a whirlpool. What if she doesn’t like me? What if I say something stupid? What if...

His gaze was fixed on her, her laughter drifting toward him like a melody he couldn't escape. She was so effortlessly beautiful, so calm, so magnetic, and all of a sudden, he felt like a clumsy fool trying to approach someone out of his league.

Just breathe, he told himself, shaking his head as if he could clear the swirling thoughts. He was Kim Hongjoong. Confident. Charismatic. The guy who led his band with ease. And yet, here he was, fighting the urge to turn around and run.

Still, his feet carried him closer, one step after another, until he was just a few feet away from the two girls. Maddie was the first to notice him, her grin widening when she saw him approach.

“You’ve got guts,” she teased with a knowing look, but Hongjoong barely registered the words. His focus was entirely on Yn, who turned toward him, her expression unreadable but not unkind.

He stopped in front of them, his heart racing, and he opened his mouth to say something—anything—but for a moment, the words wouldn’t come. It was like his voice had abandoned him.

Pull it together, Hongjoong.

“Hey,” he finally managed, his voice a little rougher than he intended. “I… I just wanted to say hi.”

Yn raised an eyebrow, clearly amused by his sudden nervousness. “Hi,” she said softly, her smile gentle

Maddie left with a playful smile on her face, her hand giving Yn a quick pat on the back that Yn barely registered. As she walked away, her grin widening, Yn couldn’t help but roll her eyes. She knew what was coming, but she had little time to process it as Hongjoong stood there in front of her, a small, nervous smile playing on his lips.

"I'm Hongjoong," he said, his voice carrying a certain warmth as he spoke, like he was trying to sound casual, but the slight tension in his posture betrayed the nerves he was trying to hide.

Yn blinked, her mind briefly catching up with the moment. “I know," she said automatically, her words coming out quicker than she intended. She cleared her throat, embarrassed. "I mean—sorry, I’m Yn.”

The exchange felt awkward, but in a way, it also felt... real. Hongjoong wasn’t some unreachable figure anymore—he was just a guy standing there in front of her, offering a friendly smile. But the weight of his presence, the nervous energy still lingering between them, made it hard to find her balance.

Hongjoong couldn't help but chuckle at the nervous girl standing in front of him. His smile was easy, but there was a certain softness in his gaze that made him look even more approachable than before. "I uh, saw you play," he said, his voice light, but his words carrying a sense of sincerity.

The moment the words left his lips, Yn’s face flushed with a deep blush, her cheeks warming instantly. She tried to hide the heat rising in her face by looking down, but it was no use—the flush was very evident. Her heart skipped a beat, thudding hard against her chest as she fumbled for something to say.

"I—I didn’t know you were there," she stammered, her voice almost a whisper. Get it together, she told herself, but it was hard when he was standing so close, smiling at her in a way that made everything feel a little too real.

Hongjoong’s chuckle softened into a small, knowing smile. "I guess that’s a good thing, right? You’re so focused when you play," he said, his eyes warm with admiration. "It’s impressive."

Yn could feel the heat in her cheeks spreading, her heartbeat still erratic. The compliment felt like it was both a gift and a challenge, and she didn’t know how to handle it. Why is he making me feel like this? she thought, her thoughts spiraling just a little.

She cleared her throat and shrugged slightly, trying to regain her composure. "It’s just... something I do, you know?" she said, trying to downplay it. "I don’t really think about it too much."

Hongjoong tilted his head, his expression thoughtful. "Well, it definitely stands out," he said, his voice quiet but sincere. "Not everyone can make something like that look so effortless. You’ve got a gift."

The warmth of his words made her heart race again, and she had to look away for a moment, trying to steady her breath. "Thanks," she said softly, a little embarrassed by the intensity of her own reaction.

There was a brief, comfortable silence between them, the kind that didn’t feel forced. It was like they were both caught in the same quiet bubble, the nervous energy now mingling with a budding sense of ease.

Hongjoong’s words stumbled out in a rush, the nervousness creeping back into his voice as he looked at Yn. He had been thinking about asking her for days, but now that the moment was here, it felt harder than he anticipated. “I, uh, have these tickets to Yo-Yo Ma’s concert,” he started, his words a little more hurried than he intended. “I was wondering if maybe you’d... go with me? I mean—you don’t have to, but—”

He cut himself off, feeling the familiar weight of uncertainty pressing down on him. His eyes darted to the ground for a brief moment, trying to shake off the sense of awkwardness, but the words had already left his mouth, and now it was too late to take them back.

Yn’s heart skipped another beat, the unexpected question hanging in the air like a soft challenge. She hadn’t expected him to ask her out like this—certainly not for something as intimate as a concert. Her breath hitched slightly, and she struggled to find her voice.

"I'll love to," Yn said, smiling brightly, the warmth spreading through her chest as she met Hongjoong's gaze. The fluttering in her stomach felt like a small, hopeful spark—like something new was just beginning to take root.

Hongjoong's eyes lit up at her response, a wide grin spreading across his face. He had been nervous, unsure of how she would respond, but hearing her say yes made everything feel a little lighter. "Really?" he asked again, almost disbelieving, though his tone was filled with happiness.

Yn nodded, the smile never leaving her face. "Yeah. I’d really like to go with you."

The relief that washed over Hongjoong was palpable, and for a moment, he seemed to forget about his nerves entirely. "Awesome," he said with a grin, his eyes soft with gratitude. "I’ll send you the details soon. It’s going to be great."

feburary 19th, 2023 11:54am

Yn’s head throbbed, the sharp ringing in her ears growing louder as she blinked rapidly, trying to clear her blurry vision. The cold air around her felt foreign, like she wasn’t quite connected to the world around her. She pushed herself up from the ground, her limbs unsteady as she took in the chaotic scene unfolding before her.

The first thing she noticed was the crunch of snow under running feet, the hurried movement of paramedics and bystanders rushing past her. The flashing lights of an ambulance painted the snow a harsh, pulsing red and blue. A sense of panic slowly began to settle in her chest as she realized that something had gone horribly wrong.

Panic surged through Yn’s body, the overwhelming rush of confusion and fear clouding her mind as she stumbled forward, her legs weak. Desperate to make sense of what was happening, she ran toward an EMT, her heart hammering in her chest, trying to find someone who could help.

"Excuse me!" she tried to call out, her voice a strangled whisper, but it was caught in her throat as she reached the EMT. She reached out instinctively, but when her hand passed through his arm—when she felt the cold air instead of solid flesh—her breath hitched, and her world tilted violently.

Her heart skipped a beat as she froze, staring at her hand, now hovering through the EMT's arm, utterly confused. The chaos around her continued, the flashing lights of the ambulance blurring in her peripheral vision, but everything felt... off, like a dream slipping further away from her grasp.

She blinked, looking around frantically, trying to process what had just happened. Was she hallucinating? Was this some kind of fog settling over her mind? No—she could still feel the snow crunching beneath her feet, the cold air biting at her skin. Yet there was a feeling of separation, like she wasn’t fully tethered to the world around her.

She tried again, moving toward the EMT with renewed urgency. "Help me, please!" she tried to shout, but her voice failed her, the words coming out as an echo, distant and hollow. She reached out again, her hand passing straight through the EMT’s body as if he wasn’t even there. Panic tightened in her chest, and she stepped back, her heart racing.

What’s happening to me?

The sensation of fear and confusion flooded her as she tried to make sense of the growing disconnect between her body and the world she was in. The EMT didn’t seem to notice her at all, continuing his frantic efforts to help someone else on the ground.

Frustration and terror bubbled up in Yn’s chest as she turned, looking wildly for someone else—anyone who could see her, could hear her. She didn’t know what was real anymore, and the weight of her own disembodiment made her feel small and helpless.

Yn’s breath caught in her throat as her eyes landed on something that made her heart stop—herself. There, lying in the snow, her body surrounded by EMTs. The sight was surreal, like an out-of-body experience, and she could hardly process what she was seeing. She reached out instinctively, but her hand passed right through the scene as though it were a fleeting memory.

Her pulse hammered in her ears as she tried to make sense of it. Is that... is that really me? The image of her lifeless form in the snow felt distant and cold, yet the emotions rushing through her were too raw to ignore.

Her body, motionless and pale, was being carefully tended to by the EMTs, their hands moving with practiced precision, as though this was just another emergency to be handled. But Yn couldn’t shake the sense that something was wrong. Something had shifted.

“On three, we lift,” one of the EMTs called out, his voice firm and steady, signaling the others to prepare.

The words felt like a punch to her gut. They weren’t talking about her—they were talking about her body. The weight of that realization hit her all at once, a cold, hollow ache spreading through her chest. This can’t be happening.

She watched helplessly as the EMTs lifted her body from the snow, their movements synchronized. Her lifeless form was carefully cradled and placed onto a stretcher, the medic’s calm instructions echoing in her mind as they began to wheel her away.

Yn wanted to scream, to run to them, to demand to know why they weren’t helping her, why she wasn’t there with them. But the words wouldn’t come. She could see everything, feel everything, but nothing seemed to connect. She wasn’t part of this world anymore—not physically, at least.

In that moment, she realized the truth, the awful reality of it all. She was here, but she wasn’t. Her body was being taken away, but she remained, trapped in this disorienting space between the living and the dead.

Yn’s heart pounded in her chest as she watched her body being loaded into the ambulance, the reality of the situation crashing down on her. She couldn’t quite grasp what was happening—how she was standing there, yet her body was somewhere else, being whisked away as though she were nothing more than a memory.

Desperation clawed at her as she took a hesitant step toward the ambulance, her feet barely making contact with the snow. She couldn’t feel the cold; the world around her felt oddly detached, like she was floating just above everything. But the instinct to move, to follow, was too strong to ignore. She needed to understand. She needed to know what was going on.

october 26th, 2021 10:00 pm

The chill of the fall air bit at their skin as Hongjoong wrapped an arm around Yn, holding her close as they walked away from the venue. His heart thudded in his chest with each step, the excitement of the night mixing with a sense of warmth he couldn’t quite shake. Being with her felt like something important, something he couldn’t quite explain, but it was undeniable.

His thoughts were a mix of exhilaration and uncertainty, wondering how this night would unfold, what it meant for them, for their connection. Everything felt right in the moment, like the world had shifted into place.

But suddenly, Yn came to a halt. Hongjoong almost didn’t notice at first, still caught up in the rhythm of their walk, but when he looked down at her, he saw that something had changed.

Yn stood perfectly still, her eyes wide and distant. It was as if a wave of confusion or realization had hit her all at once, and she was frozen in place, her breath shallow. Hongjoong could feel the tension in the air, the way her body seemed to stiffen, like she was struggling with something invisible.

“Yn?” he asked, his voice soft but filled with concern as he gently pulled her to face him. “Hey, are you okay?”

For a moment, Yn didn’t answer. Her gaze drifted over his shoulder, her eyes unfocused, as though something had pulled her attention away. She looked as if she were searching for something—someone. Her chest rose and fell with each breath, but she seemed lost in thought, caught between the moment they were in and something else.

Hongjoong’s grip tightened slightly, worried by the change in her demeanor. “Yn…?” he repeated, stepping closer.

" what do you want from me hongjoong.."

Hongjoong's heart skipped a beat as her words hung in the cold air. The question was raw, unexpected, and it cut through him like a blade. The weight of her words hit him harder than he anticipated. It wasn’t just a question. It felt like a challenge, a hesitation, an invitation to something deeper, something that he wasn’t sure how to answer.

His breath hitched as he stepped closer, his eyes searching hers. She seemed so distant, like a part of her was somewhere else—far away from the moment, far away from him. He couldn’t tell if it was uncertainty, confusion, or something else that held her back, but he knew he couldn’t let this moment slip away.

“I want to be with you, Yn,” Hongjoong said softly, his voice steady but vulnerable. His words felt like the truth, simple and pure, yet heavy with the weight of everything they’d shared and everything they hadn’t yet said. “I want to be here with you. If you’ll have me.”

He paused, letting the words settle between them. His hands still gently held her, a silent plea for her to meet him halfway, to let down the walls that seemed to be pulling her away from him.

Her eyes flickered with something—something fleeting that he couldn’t quite read—but before he could say anything more, she turned her gaze to the ground.

" why me? Why now?" she asked, her lips trembling.

Hongjoong’s chest tightened as he watched Yn’s gaze fall to the ground, her words lingering in the cold night air. The tremble in her voice made his heart ache, and he instinctively took a step closer, his fingers brushing against hers, a silent gesture of reassurance.

He couldn’t help but wonder what had brought those words out of her—what fears, what uncertainties were swirling in her mind. But he also knew, deep down, that it wasn’t just about the moment they were standing in. It wasn’t just about the way the world felt heavy and tangled between them. It was about the weight of everything she had to carry, everything she wasn’t sure she could give.

"Why you?" Hongjoong repeated softly, as though the answer to that question could ever truly be simple. “Because you’re you, Yn. Because you’re the one who makes everything feel… different. When I’m with you, I don’t feel like I’m just going through the motions. You make everything seem like it matters.”

He paused, his voice turning more vulnerable, more earnest. “I don’t have a perfect answer for why now—I guess it’s because right now, it feels like the right time. I don’t know if I can explain it any other way.”

Yn looked up at him then, her eyes still filled with doubt, but something in her expression softened, as if she were trying to process his words.

Yn’s breath hitched as Hongjoong gently pulled her closer, his hands warm against the cold of the night as he wiped away the tears that had fallen down her cheeks. The gesture, so tender and full of care, made her chest tighten with something she couldn’t fully comprehend. There was a rawness in his eyes, a depth of sincerity that reached her in ways words never could.

"Yn..." His voice was soft, yet it held a quiet determination. She couldn’t quite bring herself to look away from him, even as her thoughts raced, her doubts clouding her mind. But his presence was grounding, like an anchor pulling her back to the moment.

"The moment I laid my eyes on you, playing your cello," he continued, his voice steady but filled with emotion, "I just knew you were the one I wanted to be with."

Yn felt her heart lurch at his words. It was as if everything she had tried to suppress—her fears, her doubts, the lingering uncertainty about herself—was suddenly laid bare. He was seeing her in a way no one else had, and it terrified her. She opened her mouth, ready to protest, to explain why she wasn’t ready, but before she could speak, Hongjoong shook his head.

"Please, just this one chance?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper, but the sincerity in his eyes made her heart skip.

Yn froze, her mind battling with the storm of emotions inside her. She wanted to push him away, to protect herself, to keep the walls that had kept her safe for so long intact. But there was something about Hongjoong—the way he was looking at her, the way he was with her—that made it impossible to ignore.

Hongjoong’s heart raced as he saw the subtle nod, the quiet acceptance in her eyes. It was all he needed. No words were left to say, just the raw, unspoken understanding between them. His breath caught in his throat as he slowly leaned in, the distance between them disappearing with each heartbeat.

He cupped her face gently, his fingers brushing against the soft curve of her cheek. There was a tenderness in his touch, a reverence for the moment, as if he were afraid that moving too fast would shatter the fragile trust they were beginning to build. Yet, despite the uncertainty that lingered in the air, he couldn’t ignore the magnetic pull between them, the undeniable need to close the gap, to be closer to her.

Yn’s breath hitched as his lips finally met hers, soft at first, a careful exploration. The world around them seemed to fade into the background, the only thing that mattered was the warmth of his lips, the gentle pressure as he deepened the kiss, just enough to feel the weight of everything unspoken.

It was slow, patient, like they were both trying to savor the moment—an acknowledgment that this was something more, something real, that was blooming between them. For a moment, Yn melted into him, her body leaning into his touch, her fingers gripping the fabric of his jacket like she was afraid to let go. The kiss was a quiet promise, an unspoken vow to take things one step at a time, to trust, to be present.

When they finally pulled apart, their foreheads rested together, breath mingling in the cool night air.

Hongjoong smiled softly, his voice barely a whisper as he spoke. "Thank you for giving me a chance."

Yn’s heart was still racing, but there was a lightness to her now, a quiet warmth that she hadn’t felt before. She didn’t have all the answers, didn’t know what tomorrow would bring. But for now, she was here. With him.

“Let’s take it slow,” she murmured, her voice steady now, the uncertainty beginning to fade. "But I’m willing to try."

feburary 19th, 2023 12:15pm

The sudden rush of activity around her was overwhelming, the frantic movement of the doctors and nurses around her—everything was happening too quickly for her to process. Jogging by the nurses and doctor that hovered over her.

"Female, early 20s, collapsed lung, unresponsive," one of the doctors said sharply, his tone focused and commanding. "Let’s get her into operating room one now."

Yn stood frozen just inside the door, her gaze locked onto her own body, laid out on the operating table in front of her. The blood that stained her clothes, the mask over her face—everything felt unreal. It was like watching someone else, as if she were standing outside of herself, unable to grasp the full weight of what was happening.

The sterile, cold air of the operating room surrounded her, the bustle of the medical staff continuing on as if everything were normal, yet everything felt... wrong. She didn’t feel like herself anymore. Her body felt distant, almost foreign, as if she was a spectator in a nightmare she couldn’t wake up from.

A nurse came to her side, her voice low but comforting as she leaned in close. "You're in control of this whole show, baby. Whether you live or die, it's all up to you. I'm going to be by your side. I will not be leavin’."

The nurse’s words struck Yn like a lightning bolt, the gravity of the situation slowly sinking in. In control? How could she be? She was already here, trapped in the space between life and death, stuck in this bizarre limbo. Yet, there was something in the nurse’s voice, a quiet strength that reached through the chaos and uncertainty.

Yn looked down at herself again, at the form that was so familiar, yet felt so foreign in this moment. Blood. The oxygen mask. The steady beep of the heart monitor. She felt her chest tighten, a rush of panic threatening to overtake her, but the nurse’s words grounded her—offered her something to hold on to.

It’s up to me...

Her heart thudded in her chest as she thought of everything she hadn’t yet lived for. Hongjoong. Her friends. The music she’d yet to play. The chance to still make something of all the potential she had. The tears welling up in her eyes blurred her vision, but she didn’t let herself fall apart—not yet. Not until she could fight for it.

The cold, sterile environment didn’t feel as suffocating now. The nurse’s presence, her steady voice, gave her a sense of direction in a place where she had none.

november 9th, 2021 9:15pm

Yn couldn’t help but feel out of place as she stepped into the dimly lit bar. The low hum of chatter and clinking glasses filled the air, but everything around her felt distant, like she was on the outside looking in. Her fingers brushed against the cool glass of her drink, but it didn't quite calm the nerves that had begun to twist in her stomach.

The sound of her name being called made her look up. Hongjoong stood by the entrance, a warm, inviting smile on his face, his presence like a beacon in the crowd. His eyes, dark and intense, locked onto hers as he moved toward her with a confident stride.

He didn’t waste any time, offering his hand to her with a slight bow of his head. "Come on," he said softly, his voice warm and full of reassurance.

As they stepped into the back, Yn felt a rush of nerves that she couldn’t quite explain. The warm, dimly lit space was filled with the sound of instruments being tuned, the low hum of conversation among Hongjoong’s bandmates. There were amps scattered around, wires on the floor, and an air of excited chaos that came with preparing for a show.

But what made her feel most exposed was the fact that, as soon as they entered, the eyes of Hongjoong’s bandmates shifted toward her. The energy in the room seemed to shift, and for a moment, Yn felt like she was an outsider, a stranger in their world of music and camaraderie.

Hongjoong, however, was unfazed. His excitement was palpable as he turned to her with a bright smile, his eyes sparkling with genuine enthusiasm. “I’m so glad you came,” he said, his voice full of warmth. “You’re gonna love this. The band’s been practicing hard, and it’s gonna be a great show.”

He led her further into the room, guiding her with a hand on her back, but Yn couldn’t shake the feeling of being out of place. She was still getting used to this side of him—the musician, the one who was part of something bigger, something she didn’t fully understand. She felt like she was stepping into his world, and it was both exciting and overwhelming.

As they approached the bandmates, Hongjoong’s energy was infectious. He waved at the guys, who were all busy with their instruments or talking amongst themselves, but paused when he reached them.

“Everyone, this is Yn,” Hongjoong said, his voice proud as he introduced her. The bandmates looked up from their instruments, offering her warm, welcoming smiles. There was a casual ease about them, but Yn couldn’t shake the feeling that they were sizing her up, trying to figure out who she was in the midst of Hongjoong’s world.

One of the bandmates, a tall guy with a friendly grin, reached out to shake her hand. “Nice to meet you, Yn. I’m Mingi,” he said, his tone laid-back and easygoing. “We’ve heard a lot about you.”

Yn nodded, smiling politely, but her nerves were still running high. “It’s nice to meet you,” she said, her voice a little unsure.

Another bandmate, a quieter guy with dark hair and a focused expression, nodded in her direction. “We’re glad you could make it tonight,” he added, his voice smooth but a little reserved.

Hongjoong’s face lit up as he watched her interact with his friends. His energy was infectious, and it was hard to deny the sense of pride he seemed to take in having her there.

“I’m glad you’re here,” he said softly to her, almost as if he were reminding himself that she was really there, in his world now. “I know this is a lot to take in, but I want you to be a part of it. All of it.”

Yn felt a rush of warmth at his words, but it didn’t completely erase the sense of vulnerability she was feeling. She wasn’t sure if she was ready to dive headfirst into his world, but the way Hongjoong looked at her, the way he included her in everything—she felt like she wanted to try.

Hongjoong noticed the slight tension in Yn’s posture, the way her eyes darted around the room as if she were trying to find a way to disappear into the background. His heart ached for her, seeing how out of place she felt, and instinctively, he reached out to her, pulling her gently towards his side.

"You don’t have to go out there or even be in the front," he said, his voice soft but reassuring. "You’re more than welcome to hang back here. Just... be comfortable. I want you to enjoy yourself."

His words were like a balm to the growing anxiety inside her. He wasn’t pushing her to be anything she wasn’t ready for, and that small gesture—a simple, comforting touch—was enough to make her feel a little more at ease.

Yn looked up at him, her expression softening as she took in his words. His concern for her made her heart flutter, and she felt the weight of his kindness. He wasn’t trying to drag her into his world forcefully. He was offering her space, letting her decide what part of it she wanted to be in.

"Thanks," she whispered, her voice tinged with relief. She glanced around again at the band, then back to Hongjoong, appreciating how he wasn’t making her feel like an outsider.

Hongjoong smiled, the warmth in his eyes never leaving. "Of course. And if you change your mind, I’ll be out there with you. But for now, let’s just hang out here and enjoy the show from the sidelines." He gave her a playful wink, making it clear that there was no pressure.

Yn let out a deep sigh of relief, the weight of her nerves lifting slightly as she nodded her head. She felt a sense of calm settle over her in that quiet corner, away from the chaos of the venue, knowing Hongjoong was there beside her.

Before she could say anything more, Hongjoong turned to her with a warm smile. His eyes softened as he cupped her face gently, leaning in to place a quick, sweet kiss on her lips. The soft press of his lips against hers was enough to make her heart skip a beat, grounding her even more in that moment. It was simple, but filled with a tenderness that made everything feel right.

As he pulled away, he flashed her a wink, his grin playful. "Stay here, alright? I’ll be back in just a minute."

Yn watched as he rushed towards the stage, the energy around him changing as he got closer to his bandmates. She couldn’t help but smile, her heart swelling with pride. She was still processing everything—this world of music, his band, the people—but in that brief moment, Hongjoong had made her feel like she belonged, even if only for a little while.

As the band took their places on stage and the crowd erupted into applause, Yn stayed back, watching Hongjoong’s every move. She wasn’t sure if she was ready to be out there with him, but from here, in the safety of her corner, she could take it all in. The way he moved, the way his confidence shone as he interacted with the crowd—it made her heart race, and for the first time in a long time, she felt like she was part of something bigger than herself.

The music began to play, and though she wasn’t on stage with him, she was right there in the moment, her eyes locked on him, cheering him on in her own quiet way. Hongjoong had invited her into this world, and even though it was overwhelming at times, she couldn’t help but feel a growing sense of excitement about where it might lead.

feburary 20th, 2023 1am

Yn sat on the bench beside her bed, her body tense, her legs trembling with a mix of anxiety and fear. Her mind was in a haze as she watched her own body being wheeled past her, pale and lifeless under the bright hospital lights. The sterile smell of the hospital was overwhelming, and she couldn’t tear her eyes away from the sight of the medical team rushing her body to the icu. It felt surreal, like watching a scene from a movie that was far too close to home.

Her heart pounded in her chest, the reality of the situation sinking in with each passing second. She wanted to scream, to rush to her own side, but she couldn’t. She was stuck in this strange, haunting space between life and death, unable to make sense of what was happening. Her mind was racing with questions, thoughts she couldn’t answer, and a deep sense of helplessness she couldn’t escape.

The sound of footsteps approaching pulled her from her thoughts, and she turned her head quickly, hoping to see a familiar face. Maddie appeared in the hallway, her expression full of worry and confusion. The moment their eyes met, Maddie started to rush towards her, but security quickly intervened, blocking her path.

"Hey! You can’t go past here," one of the guards said firmly, holding his ground as Maddie tried to push through.

Maddie flick him off as she let out a frustrated groan. Yn went up to the glass door as she placed her hand there as Maddie.

Yn’s heart sank as she watched Maddie break down, her words barely a whisper but carrying the weight of every unspoken fear. "Maddie..." Yn mumbled , her voice cracking as the tears streamed down her face. She could feel the overwhelming emotion rising inside her, the agony of being so close yet completely invisible.

Her breath hitched when she saw her parents rush into the scene, their faces etched with concern and worry. Maddie’s frantic questions hung in the air as they gathered around her, trying to offer some form of comfort in this moment of chaos.

Yn’s mother pulled Maddie into a tight embrace, her own sob catching in her throat as she tried to hold herself together. “Oh, Maddie…” she murmured, her voice trembling with sorrow. The pain in her words was raw, a mother’s anguish breaking through as she sought to comfort Maddie, even as her own heart was breaking.

Yn’s father stepped forward, wrapping his arms around them both, creating a cocoon of shared grief and worry. His eyes, bloodshot and puffy from tears, reflected the helplessness that hung heavily in the air. His voice was hoarse when he spoke. “Did they tell you anything? Anything at all?”

Maddie pulled back slightly, her face streaked with tears as she struggled to find her voice. “They said…” she began, her voice quivering. She wiped her face with the back of her hand, trying to steady herself. “They said it was a head-on collision. A collapsed lung, broken ribs, and—” Her voice cracked, and she couldn’t bring herself to say more.

Yn stood frozen, watching her parents and Maddie cling to one another. Her mother shook her head in despair, her tears falling freely now. “My baby…” she whispered, her knees threatening to give way as she leaned heavily into her husband for support.

“I don’t know if she’s going to make it,” Maddie finally choked out, her voice breaking as the weight of her fear pressed down on her. “They didn’t say much else. Just… just that she’s critical.”

Yn’s father tightened his hold on the two women, his own tears now streaming down his face. “She’s a fighter,” he said, his voice wavering but full of conviction. “Our Yn is strong. She’ll pull through. She has to.”

Yn felt like her chest was caving in as she watched the scene before her. The love, the pain, the desperation—it was all so overwhelming. Her family and her best friend, the people who meant the world to her, were suffering, and there was nothing she could do to reassure them, to let them know she was still here, fighting to find her way back.

“Maddie, Mom, Dad…” Yn whispered, her voice trembling as tears blurred her vision. “I’m still here. I’m not giving up.”

But no one could hear her. The invisible barrier that separated her from them was unyielding, and all she could do was watch, her heart breaking with every tear they shed.

november 30th, 2021

Hongjoong stepped into the lively house, the hum of chatter and laughter filling the air. The cozy glow of the lights warmed the space, and despite the initial flutter of nerves in his chest, his eyes instinctively searched for you. The tension in his shoulders eased the moment he spotted you, standing by the kitchen counter with your brother and his girlfriend, a bright smile lighting up your face.

Your laughter was infectious, drawing him in like a beacon amidst the bustling crowd. You were gesturing animatedly as you spoke, the soft hum of joy radiating from your little group. It was such a natural moment, and yet, to Hongjoong, it felt extraordinary. The way you laughed so freely, your smile effortlessly lighting up the room—it made his own lips curve upward.

He hesitated for a moment, standing near the doorway, watching the way you interacted with those around you. You seemed so at ease, so utterly yourself, and he couldn’t help but feel a pang of admiration, mixed with the nerves that hadn’t completely dissipated.

Your brother nudged you playfully, causing another bout of laughter to erupt, and Hongjoong took that as his cue to move closer. He adjusted his jacket, smoothing down the front as if it would help steady his racing heart.

“Hey,” he called out softly, his voice cutting through the buzz just enough for you to turn your head in his direction.

Your eyes lit up when you saw him, a warm smile spreading across your face. “Hongjoong! You made it!”

That simple acknowledgment was enough to make his heart stutter. He grinned, stepping into your circle. “Of course I did. Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

Your brother raised a curious brow, his gaze flicking between you and Hongjoong, but he didn’t say anything. Instead, he just smirked, sharing a glance with his girlfriend before excusing themselves, leaving the two of you alone in the corner of the bustling room.

Hongjoong leaned in, his lips brushing softly against your cheek, his warm gesture drawing a quiet smile from you. The tender moment was interrupted by the sound of hurried footsteps, and you turned to see your mother entering the room, her cheerful energy practically lighting up the space.

“Ah, there you are!” she exclaimed, her voice filled with excitement as her eyes landed on the two of you. “Hongjoong, it’s so good to see you again!”

She rushed toward the two of you, her arms outstretched in a welcoming gesture. Hongjoong straightened up, his signature grin lighting up his face as he met her halfway. “It’s great to see you too, Mrs. [Your Last Name],” he said, his tone warm and genuine.

“Oh, none of that formal nonsense,” your mother said with a playful wave of her hand as she pulled him into a quick hug. “You’re practically family now.”

Your cheeks warmed at her words, and you glanced at Hongjoong, who seemed equally caught off guard by the comment. He chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. “Well, I’m honored. Thank you.”

Your mother stepped back, giving the two of you a knowing smile. “You’ve been keeping this one happy, haven’t you?” she teased, nudging you lightly with her elbow.

“Mom!” you protested, though your flustered tone only made her laugh more.

“What?” she said innocently, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “It’s just nice to see my baby with someone who clearly adores them.”

Hongjoong’s ears turned a faint shade of pink, but he didn’t shy away. Instead, he glanced at you with a soft smile. “I do, Mrs.—I mean, Mom,” he said, testing the word with a bit of humor, which earned an approving laugh from your mother.

“Well, good,” she said with a satisfied nod. “Now, you two go enjoy yourselves. There’s plenty of food, and your father’s been trying to show off his new grill skills if you’re brave enough to taste-test.”

With a wink, she bustled off toward the kitchen, leaving the two of you alone again.

Hongjoong turned to you, his expression a mix of amusement and affection. “I think I might be a little scared of your dad’s cooking now.”

You laughed, nudging him playfully. “Don’t worry, I’ll be your food tester. It’s a small price to pay for having you here.”

He leaned closer, his voice dropping slightly as he whispered, “I think I’m the lucky one for being here with you.

feburary 20th, 2023 10:30a

Yn’s gaze was fixed out the hospital window, the rhythmic beeping of the machine keeping her stable a constant reminder of the fragility of her current state. The hum of the bustling world outside seemed so distant, like a melody she could no longer fully reach. She took a shaky breath, her thoughts heavy and tangled, when something in the distance caught her attention.

Her eyes widened as she stood abruptly, the chair scraping softly against the floor. Through the glass, she saw Hongjoong, his figure unmistakable even amidst the chaos outside. He was running toward the hospital, his expression frantic, his strides fueled by urgency and worry.

“Hongjoong…” she whispered, her voice barely audible in the silent room.

Her hand instinctively moved to the window, as if the simple gesture could bridge the gap between them. She pressed her palm to the cold glass, her heart aching at the sight of him. He looked disheveled, his jacket barely clinging to his shoulders as he sprinted across the snowy pavement.

The desperation on his face was clear, and it struck something deep within her. It wasn’t just worry—it was fear, the kind that clung to every fiber of his being, driving him forward with reckless determination.

Yn’s chest tightened as she stepped closer to the window, her breath fogging the glass. She knew he couldn’t see her, couldn’t feel the weight of her gaze. But still, she stood there, watching, willing him to sense her presence somehow.

Yn’s feet carried her toward the ICU’s main doors almost instinctively, her entire being drawn by the pull of Hongjoong’s presence. The air felt thick with tension, her anxiety mounting with each step. She stood just beyond the threshold, her translucent form unable to do more than watch as he burst through the hospital’s front doors.

Her breath hitched when she saw him sprinting down the hallway, his hair disheveled, his face flushed from the cold and exertion. His eyes were wild, frantic, searching desperately as he neared the ICU.

And then he saw her body through the glass window.

"Yn!" His cry was loud, raw, and full of anguish. He banged on the glass with his fists, his voice breaking as he called out her name again.

"Sir! You need to calm down!" the nurse urged, her tone firm as she tried to guide Hongjoong away from the glass.

Hongjoong shrugged her hand off with an irritated huff, his frustration palpable. “I’m not leaving her!” he snapped, his voice trembling with raw emotion.

Before the nurse could respond, Maddie appeared by his side, her face a mix of worry and exasperation. She grabbed his arm, tugging him back gently but firmly. “Hongjoong, cut it out,” she said in a low, urgent tone. “You’re going to get kicked out if you don’t chill.”

He let out a heavy sigh, his body still tense as his eyes darted back to the window. “She’s in there, Maddie,” he said, his voice cracking. “I can’t just stand here and do nothing. She needs to know I’m here.”

Maddie’s expression softened as she stepped in front of him, placing both hands on his shoulders to steady him. “She knows, Hongjoong,” she said firmly, her tone laced with a kind of quiet strength. “But you losing it here isn’t going to help her. You need to keep it together—for her.”

Hongjoong’s shoulders slumped, the fight in him wavering as Maddie’s words sank in. He dragged a hand through his hair, his breath uneven as he tried to compose himself.

" joongie.." yn mumbled, watching their figure leave her sight.

december 15th, 2021

Hongjoong felt his heart swell, almost painfully so, as he watched Yn standing before him, her cheeks flushed from the crisp air and her laughter still echoing in his ears. She had this way of lighting up the world around her, making even the simplest moments feel extraordinary.

Her hair danced softly in the breeze, and the faint glow of the setting sun cast a golden halo around her. It was as though she belonged to this magical hour, a vision he couldn’t look away from.

“You’re staring,” Yn said with a teasing smile, her voice pulling him from his thoughts.

He blinked, a sheepish grin tugging at his lips. “Can you blame me?” he replied, his voice soft but filled with sincerity.

Yn rolled her eyes, though her cheeks grew warmer under his gaze. “You’re ridiculous,” she murmured, but there was no hiding the affection in her tone.

“Maybe,” Hongjoong admitted, taking a step closer to her. “But only when it comes to you.”

Yn bit her lip, trying to fight the smile threatening to break through, but she couldn’t. He always had a way of disarming her, of making her feel like the most important person in the world.

Hongjoong reached out, gently tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. His fingers lingered for a moment, his touch warm against her skin. “You’re incredible, Yn,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “I don’t know how I got so lucky.”

Yn leaned forward, her heart racing as she closed the distance between them, her lips meeting Hongjoong’s in a soft, tender kiss. The world seemed to pause, the cool evening air wrapping around them as their connection deepened.

Hongjoong’s initial surprise melted into warmth, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he kissed her back. Their shared laughter mingled into the moment, light and full of affection, as if they couldn’t help but revel in the joy they found in each other.

His arms circled her waist, pulling her closer, while her hands rested gently against his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. It was as if they were silently promising each other that this—whatever they were building together—was real, solid, and theirs to cherish.

When they finally pulled back, their foreheads rested against each other, both of them grinning like they’d just shared the best secret in the world.

Hongjoong tugged her hand into his pocket, " come on i have something to show you love"

Yn looked around the dimly lit warehouse, her eyes adjusting to the faint glow filtering through the dusty windows. The place was far from glamorous—cracked walls, old boxes stacked haphazardly, and cobwebs clinging to the rafters—but there was something charming about it. It was raw, unpolished, and full of potential, much like the dream Hongjoong and his band had been chasing.

" this is going to be the band's place - we finally got approval from our managment,"

Her hand remained snug in his pocket, and she could feel the warmth of his fingers against hers as he gazed at her with barely contained excitement.

“Really?” she asked, her voice tinged with awe. “This is going to be yours?”

Hongjoong nodded, his grin wide and proud. “Ours,” he corrected. “The band’s. But yeah. Management finally approved it. We’ve been saving up and negotiating for months.”

He stepped forward, spreading his arms out as if envisioning what the space could become. “Just imagine it, Yn. Our gear set up right here, a recording booth there. A space where we can practice, record, baby it's going to be amazing.”

Yn stepped closer, her eyes scanning the empty space with a growing sense of excitement. Hongjoong’s vision was infectious, and she could already imagine the transformation: the sound of music filling the air, the hum of creativity bouncing off the walls. It wasn’t much yet, but it was theirs.

“I can already see it,” Yn said, a smile tugging at her lips. “I can hear the music echoing through here. It’s going to be so good.”

Hongjoong’s eyes lit up at her response, his hands moving as he spoke, like he was sketching out the dream in the air. “And imagine this corner for the band’s merch, some cozy spots for us to relax after long sessions, and of course”—he grinned—“a place where you can come play your cello whenever you want.”

Yn's chest tightened with emotion, her gaze softening as she looked at Hongjoong, feeling a rush of warmth flood through her. The way he spoke about her cello, the way he included her in his dreams, made her heart swell in a way she hadn't expected. The love she had for him was so deep, so unwavering, it was as if her entire world revolved around him.

She blinked rapidly, trying to fight back the tears that threatened to spill over, but it was no use. They welled up, catching the light in her eyes as she took a step closer to him, her hand still held tightly in his. Hongjoong smiled at her, cupping her cheeks as he pulled her close to him.

Hongjoong’s touch was gentle but steady, his hands cradling her face as he pulled her closer, their breaths mingling in the quiet space. Yn’s heart fluttered as she gazed into his eyes, the weight of her feelings for him settling deeply in her chest. Every moment, every word, every small gesture from him made her feel more seen, more understood, than she ever had before.

In that moment, surrounded by the rough edges of the warehouse, they both knew one thing for sure—no matter where life took them, they would always have each other. And together, they would make every dream, every note, every moment count.

january 29th, 2022

Yn stood at the front, just a few feet away from the stage, her heart racing with excitement and pride. Hongjoong was right there, his fingers moving effortlessly over the strings of his guitar as he played with all his passion. Jongho’s voice soared through the venue, harmonizing perfectly with San, who added his own energy to the song. The crowd was electrified, cheering, screaming, and dancing as the music reverberated through the air.

Yn’s eyes were locked on Hongjoong, his face lit up with a grin as he caught her gaze from the stage. There was something about seeing him up there, so alive and so in his element, that made her heart swell with admiration. He wasn’t just a musician; he was a force, a person who had worked so hard to get to this point, and now he was sharing it with the world.

The energy of the room was contagious, and as the beat dropped, the crowd lost their minds, jumping and clapping in perfect rhythm. The sound was overwhelming, but all Yn could focus on was the way Hongjoong moved on stage, the way he made it all look so effortless. He was doing what he loved, and she couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of pride and joy for him.

As the song built to its climax, Hongjoong’s eyes met hers again, and he gave her a subtle nod, as if to say, This is for you too. Yn’s heart skipped a beat, the connection between them even more intense than before. The crowd was screaming, but in that moment, it felt like it was just the two of them, sharing something beautiful.

Yn fumbled with her fingers nervously, her gaze flickering between the boys as they loaded their gear into the van. The sound of laughter and conversation filled the air, but her thoughts kept drifting to how much her heart raced in anticipation. She could see the boys—Hongjoong, Jongho, San, and the rest of the band—smiling, their faces lit up with the excitement of a successful show. Yet, she felt a nervous flutter in her chest.

Hongjoong caught her eye from across the parking lot and flashed her a wide grin, his energy infectious. He had just finished talking to some of the crew members but immediately made his way over to her.

"Hey," he greeted warmly, pulling her into a quick but tender hug. The weight of his arms around her made her feel grounded, despite the chaos around them. "You good?" he asked, his voice low, filled with concern but also affection.

Yn nodded, trying to hide the anxiety that still simmered in her stomach. "Yeah, so proud of you baby!"

Hongjoong chuckled, placing his case on the ground as he pulled her to the side. " hey, what's wrong?"

Hongjoong stepped closer, his brow furrowing in concern as he gently cupped her face, making her meet his gaze. "You don’t have to hide it, Yn," he said softly, his thumb brushing across her cheek. "Talk to me. What’s going on in that beautiful head of yours?"

His words, his tone, made her heart flutter, but the anxiety still lingered. She took a deep breath, steadying herself before speaking again. " i applied to julliard "

Hongjoong's breath caught in his throat, his mind racing to process what Yn had just said. He took a step back, trying to read her face, but all he saw was a mix of uncertainty and fear.

" julliard..wow," His voice was softer than he intended, but the shock was clear. His heart felt heavy, the weight of her words pressing down on him. He had always known how talented she was, but hearing her mention Julliard—one of the most prestigious music schools in the world—took him by surprise.

Yn nodded, her eyes avoiding his gaze. she gulped, " i got an audition, in seoul. i go next week and i was wondering if you'll go with me.."

" that's in new york yn,"

Hongjoong’s words hung in the air, heavy with the reality of the situation. New York. It felt like miles away, a world apart from everything they had here. He was torn between wanting to support her and the gnawing feeling in his stomach, knowing what it could mean for their relationship.

Yn fidgeted with her hands, her heart racing. “I know. I just... I can’t go alone, Hongjoong. This is everything to me, and I want you there. To help me through it, to support me like you always do.”

Her voice trembled slightly, and Hongjoong could hear the vulnerability in it, the fear of taking this huge step alone. His heart ached for her, for how hard this decision must have been.

" i-i can't baby... our manager signed us up for a gig next week and i-.."

yn felt her heart drop and hongjoong saw it in her face. The guilt crept up in him as yn nodded her head, swallowing the tears that wanted to drop. Hongjoong’s heart clenched as he saw the way her smile wavered, her sadness barely hidden behind the façade she put on. He could see the disappointment in her eyes, the way her shoulders sagged slightly, as if the weight of the situation was starting to settle in.

She smiled at him, " that's okay..it was kind a sprung up on you last minute."

Hongjoong's heart ached as he heard her try to downplay it. He could see through her words, the way she was trying to make it seem like it didn’t hurt, but he knew better. He gently reached for her hand, squeezing it softly.

febuary 20th, 2023 5:25pm

Hongjoong couldn’t keep still. His eyes darted around the waiting room, his mind racing a thousand miles a minute. His fingers were nervously gnawing at his nails as he paced back and forth. His thoughts kept circling back to Yn.

The rest of the band was quiet, some of them half asleep, clearly exhausted from the long day. But for Hongjoong, sleep was impossible. His heart was in his throat, each minute feeling like an eternity as he waited for any word on her condition.

He glanced over at Mingi, who was half sitting, half laying across a row of chairs, trying to catch some rest. Yunho was dozing with his head resting on his arms, while Seonghwa sat upright, clearly as restless as Hongjoong, though he was trying to keep his composure.

"Why isn’t there any news yet?" Hongjoong muttered to himself, pacing faster. He could hear the soft hum of the fluorescent lights above, the sound of muffled voices down the hall, but it all felt distant. His mind kept replaying the last moments he spent with Yn before she left for the audition, how everything had felt so normal, so right.

His heart skipped as he thought about her walking through those doors, the joy in her eyes when she spoke of her dreams, and how much he wanted to be there by her side through it all.

The door to the waiting room creaked open, and Hongjoong snapped his head towards it. A nurse stepped inside, her expression unreadable. His breath hitched as he took a step forward with yn's mother and father.

“How is she?” yn father asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

The nurse paused, giving a small, empathetic look before answering. “She’s stable for now. The next few hours are critical. She’s been through a lot, but the doctors are doing everything they can.”

Hongjoong breathe hitched in his throat as Maddie looked at him. Hongjoong left, tears streaming down his face as he left, his chest tightening as maddie trailed behind him.

Hongjoong’s legs felt like they were made of lead as he staggered out of the waiting room, the words of the nurse echoing in his ears. Stable for now. His heart was pounding, a rhythmic beat of fear that seemed to sync with the deep ache in his chest. The weight of her words hung heavy over him, every step feeling like it might crush him beneath its gravity.

His vision blurred with unshed tears, but he didn’t care. All that mattered was getting to her, making sure she was okay. He didn’t even know where he was going, just that he needed to move, needed to do something.

“Maddie, stay back,” he croaked, trying to steady his breath as he rounded a corner. But Maddie’s footsteps were right behind him, firm and determined, just like her.

“I’m not leaving you alone,” she said, her voice low but insistent. She caught up to him, grabbing his arm as he tried to push forward. “You can’t do this alone, Hongjoong. Let me help.”

He shook his head, wiping his face with the back of his hand as he looked at her, eyes filled with pain and guilt. “I should’ve been there. I should’ve gone with her. This is my fault.”

“Stop,” Maddie said, her voice firmer now as she stepped in front of him. “It’s not your fault, Hongjoong. No one could’ve predicted this.”

He closed his eyes for a moment, trying to calm the storm inside of him, but the thoughts were too overwhelming. The image of her, smiling and excited just hours before, was burned into his mind. The memory of their last words together—so full of hope and love. And now, here he was, standing in the hospital corridor, unable to protect her.

“I don’t even know if she’s going to wake up,” he whispered, his voice breaking. “I can’t lose her, Maddie. I can’t.”

Maddie reached out and placed a hand on his shoulder, her grip strong and reassuring. “She’s strong, Hongjoong. And so are you. Whatever happens, you won’t be alone in this. You have us. You have me.”

Hongjoong nodded, trying to find some semblance of strength in her words. He swallowed the lump in his throat, a shaky breath escaping his lips.

" did she make it ? into julliard?" hongjoong asked, his voice cracking.

Maddie shook her head no, " she was supposed to get a letter today..so we don't know,"

feburary 27th, 2023 10:30am

" yn ln "

yn breathe hitched as she looked at Maddie who gave her an encouraging smile.

" you got this, go geek out on stage " maddie said, smiling widely at her.

Yn nodded her head as she stepped onto the stage. She let out a breathe. As she sat on the chair, she brought her bow out and began to play.

The moment her bow touched the strings, everything else fell away. The world, the crowd, the noise—everything blurred into the background as Yn's focus locked solely onto the cello in her hands. She felt the music rise within her, each note flowing like a wave of emotions she hadn't realized she was holding onto.

The sound filled the room, vibrant and alive. It was as if every chord was an extension of herself, her heart beating through the cello’s strings. The bow moved fluidly, her fingers finding their way effortlessly as she sank into the music, the rhythm pulsing through her veins.

She wasn’t just playing. She was alive in the moment, her soul dancing with every note. The audience was captivated, entranced by the passion that poured from her. And in that moment, Yn could feel it—the connection between herself and the music, a bond that no words could describe.

As the bow glided across the strings, the music swelled, carrying her higher with each note. Yn felt weightless, as if the melody itself were lifting her onto a cloud. The world outside her cello didn’t exist, not the aching silence from Hongjoong nor the uncertainty that had plagued her since their last conversation. Here, on stage, she felt whole.

But even as she poured her soul into the music, a bittersweet ache lingered in the back of her mind. The absence of his voice, his laughter, his reassuring words—it all weighed on her. She hadn’t heard from him since she told him about the audition, and the void he left felt like a quiet, unspoken goodbye.

Still, as her fingers danced over the strings, she let herself believe for a moment that the music could reach him, wherever he was. That maybe, just maybe, he’d hear it and understand everything she couldn’t put into words. That this was her love, her passion—and it didn’t mean there wasn’t room for him too.

The final note lingered in the air, a perfect echo of her feelings: raw, vulnerable, and yearning.

feburary 20th, 2023 10pm

Hongjoong's breath hitched as he stepped into the room. The sterile smell of antiseptic and the rhythmic beeping of monitors filled the air, a stark contrast to the life and energy that always surrounded Yn. She lay there, her face pale against the stark white of the hospital sheets, her frame seemingly smaller, more fragile than he remembered.

It was like the world had stopped turning.

His knees threatened to give way as he approached her bed, the weight of his emotions almost too much to bear. Hongjoong clenched his fists, forcing himself to stay upright, to be strong for her even when every part of him felt like crumbling.

“Yn,” he whispered, his voice cracking. He reached out, his trembling hand gently brushing a strand of hair from her face. The sight of her like this, hooked up to machines, her chest rising and falling so faintly—it was unbearable.

He sank into the chair beside her, clasping her hand in his, his thumb brushing over her knuckles. Hongjoong pressed his lips firmly against her knuckles, the warmth of her skin faint but enough to keep hope alive. His tears fell freely, dripping onto their joined hands as he clung to her, his heart breaking with every shallow rise and fall of her chest.

Yn froze as she stood beside him, her translucent figure mirroring the stillness of the room. She watched in disbelief as Hongjoong reached into his pocket, pulling out a slightly crumpled envelope. Hongjoong’s fingers trembled as he unfolded it, his tear-streaked face softening as he read the letter. His voice cracked as he began to read aloud, the words carrying through the room like a whisper meant just for her.

“You got in... you’re going to Juilliard, Ynnie,” he repeated, his tears falling freely, dripping onto the crisp paper. His grip on the acceptance letter was tight, as if holding onto it would somehow keep her tethered to this world.

Yn’s ghostly figure stood frozen beside him, her eyes wide and glistening as she took in the moment. Her voice cracked, though he couldn’t hear it. “I got in...?” she whispered, her ethereal form trembling. “I really got in...”

Hongjoong nodded to no one in particular, as though responding to her unspoken words. "You did it," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "You’re incredible, Yn. I always knew you would make it."

The weight of his love and regret was almost tangible, filling the room like a storm about to break. "You worked so hard for this," he continued, clutching the letter against his chest. "I should’ve been there for you, cheering you on, not stuck in my own head. I’m sorry I wasn’t. But I’m so damn proud of you."

Yn reached out, her hand hovering inches above his tear-streaked face, wishing desperately that she could comfort him. “Hongjoong...” she murmured, her voice shaking. “I wish you could hear me.”

The stillness of her body in the hospital bed mirrored her helplessness. The machines beeped steadily, indifferent to the emotional storm in the room. And yet, Hongjoong’s words, his raw, vulnerable love, seemed to reach something deep inside her.

The faintest flicker of movement stirred in her fingertips, unnoticed by either of them—but it was there.

Hongjoong’s voice trembled as he spoke, his chuckle brittle with the weight of his emotions. He shoved the letter back into his pocket, his hands shaking as he ran them through his hair. “I’m sorry for ignoring you, Yn,” he said softly, his gaze locked on her still form in the hospital bed. “I got so scared... I didn’t know how to handle it. You were chasing this huge dream, and I... I didn’t know if I’d be enough to keep up.”

He laughed bitterly, tears slipping down his cheeks as he sat back in the chair, gripping her hand tightly. “I thought maybe if I stayed distant, it would hurt less if things fell apart. But it didn’t. It only made everything worse. I pushed you away when I should’ve been holding on tighter.”

Yn’s spirit stood frozen beside him, her translucent figure trembling as she listened to his confession. “Hongjoong...” she whispered, though her voice couldn’t reach him. Her heart ached at the sight of his raw regret, the tears he tried to hide, the way he clung to her hand as if it were his lifeline.

“I was so stupid,” he continued, his voice cracking. “You deserved someone better—someone who would have stood by your side no matter what. But I was scared of losing you to the world. And now... now I’m scared I’ve lost you for good.”

Yn’s gaze darted to her body in the bed, her fingers unmoving, her chest rising and falling with the rhythm of the machines. Her ethereal form shimmered as she stepped closer to him, desperate to bridge the gap between them.

“You haven’t lost me,” she murmured, her voice breaking. “I’m still here... I’m trying to come back to you.”

As if sensing something, Hongjoong leaned forward, his head bowed over her hand. “Please, Yn,” he whispered. “If you can hear me, if there’s any part of you that can feel this... come back to me. I’ll wait forever if I have to.”

The sudden rush of air into her lungs was startling, as if she’d been submerged underwater and finally broke through the surface. Yn gasped, her ghostly form snapping back into her body with a jolt. The darkness that had surrounded her felt heavy, but the warmth radiating from Hongjoong’s touch lit a spark deep within her.

Her fingers twitched again, this time more deliberately, and then her eyelids fluttered. A small groan escaped her lips, hoarse and barely audible, but enough to send Hongjoong reeling back in shock.

“Yn?”

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