#like a huracan

[clan-swordsworn]

Sometimes I get extremely nostalgic for the early parts of ARR (I know, there's something wrong with me) and I want to make a little character to replay them. And this time I thought, what if I make a Hyur, I don't have any Hyurs. And then Mink happened somehow. He's a Highlander and refugee from Ala Mhigo, because reasons. I was actually surprised how close the face came out, given the limitations of the CC.

[hypnobeauty]

A Chance Encounter - a cho hyun-ju x reader fic (part 6)

summary: a story about how you and hyun-ju met and the following years of your relationship. part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / part 4 / part 5 cw: no use of y/n, reader is afab, fluff, sexual tension, slow burn, pre-squid game, slice of life. a/n: greetings from the south hemisphere! sorry for keeping you waiting, i’m living my latino summer rn! anyway, ed sheeran wrote 'kiss me' in 2011 so i could write this chapter in 2025 (i stand in defense of '+' - it was the soundtrack of my sophomore year). enjoy xx and as usual, comments are welcome <3 oh before i forget, now crossposting to ao3 as well!

Aein (애인) – “Sweetheart”

Naekkeo (내꺼) – “Mine” or “My Sweetheart”

taglist: @strayteez3staner @dekiruxxx @jeongteen @sunnysurvives @3leni @etta-huracan @honeyhyunju @basoressia @antisocial-aina @googie-jeon @christinamadsen

part 6. close enough to feel

the restaurant was warm and inviting, its wooden interiors glowing under the soft light of paper lanterns. shelves lined with small potted plants added a cozy touch, and the quiet hum of conversation mingled with the soft clink of glasses. it was a friday night, and although the restaurant was mostly empty when you arrived, it felt like the calm before the weekend rush.

hyun-ju had chosen the place—“playing it safe,” she had said in her text—and it felt perfect.

it had been just over 24 hours since you last saw each other, but in that short time, the two of you had texted almost constantly. what started as a casual exchange about the restaurant quickly turned into a rhythm of sharing little details—your morning routines, the neighborhoods you lived in, the songs stuck in your heads. by the time you wished each other goodnight, you felt like you’d known her for weeks instead of days.

when hyun-ju confirmed the date the next morning, you couldn’t resist teasing her. “i’m not letting you run away again,” you had texted.

her reply had been instant: i wouldn’t dare.

*

at 7 p.m., you entered the restaurant, shrugging off your coat and hanging it in the small closet by the door. you slipped off your shoes, exchanging them for the provided slippers. the mismatched socks you’d hastily thrown on in a hurry before leaving made you grin—one striped, the other solid blue.

you walked in, scanning the room for hyun-ju. the air was warm, carrying the faint scent of soy and sesame, and you spotted her almost immediately at a table tucked into a corner. she stood as soon as she saw you.

she was dressed in loose black pants and a sleek black turtleneck that left her toned arms exposed. the simplicity of her outfit only emphasized her natural beauty. as you approached, her eyes flicked down to your mismatched socks, and she laughed softly when you wiggled your toes.

“i’d have worn a nice pair if i knew i’d be getting naked tonight,” you joked, earning a blush that colored her cheeks.

but she didn’t look away.  hyun-ju met you halfway, and for a moment, you both stopped, unsure of what to do. your eyes locked—hers warm and dark, yours wide and searching. the electricity in the air was palpable, her floral-spicy perfume enveloping you and making your head swim. for two charged seconds, you weren’t sure what to do—hug? shake hands? something else entirely?

the moment broke as the waiter brushed past, murmuring an apology. “oh, sorry!” you said, stepping aside.

“please, have a seat,” hyun-ju said, motioning to the low table set with cushions on the floor.

you settled in, feeling the soft fabric beneath you, while hyun-ju sat a few cushions away. the space was intimate, the mismatched artwork on the walls and small potted plants adding to the restaurant’s charm. soft jazz played in the background, mingling with the murmured conversations.

the menu lay open between you, a buffer against the initial awkwardness.

“this place is lovely,” you said, glancing around.

“i thought so too,” hyun-ju replied. “i haven’t been here before, but it’s been on my radar for a while.”

“are you a foodie?” you asked.

she tilted her head, considering. “i guess i like trying new things. i’m pretty open-minded.”

you smiled. “that’s nice. i like to think i'm just like this as well.”

hyun-ju chuckled, her shoulders relaxing as the conversation moved forward. soon, the table filled with small dishes—pickled radish, kimchi, steamed vegetables—while the two of you swapped stories.

*

as the main dishes arrived, the conversation drifted to work. hyun-ju brought up your job at the advertising agency, saying she’d been curious since you mentioned it the day before.

“graphic design,” you explained, your fingers tracing the edge of your glass. “i love telling stories. and i’ve always been a visual thinker, so doing that through colors and shapes just makes sense to me. advertising felt like the right mix of creativity and practicality.”

“practical creativity,” hyun-ju mused. “i like that. i’ve never met a graphic designer before.”

“what about you?” you asked.

her chopsticks hovered mid-air as she hesitated. “i’m… between jobs right now. but i was in the military, a sergeant. special forces.”

you blinked, startled. “wait—what?”

a small, shy smile tugged at her lips. “twelve years. i enlisted right out of high school.”

“that’s… incredible,” you said, awestruck. “twelve years? that’s a whole life.”

she nodded, her expression softening into something wistful. “it was my life. the structure, the purpose—it was everything to me.”

“well, i’ve never met a special forces sergeant before,” you countered, grinning.

her expression shifted slightly, a flicker of pride softening her features.

“do you miss it?”

“every day,” she admitted, her voice tinged with nostalgia. “but things change. you adapt.”

your hand brushed hers briefly, a small gesture of comfort. the contact sent a spark through you, and you found yourself lingering just a second longer than necessary. “i’m sure you’ll find something that gives you that same sense of purpose again.”

hyun-ju smiled at your words, though there was a hint of something unspoken in her eyes.

as the conversation meandered from work to life again, you learned more about her—a childhood scar from a chihuahua bite, you teased her, calling it a “battle wound,” and she laughed, her eyes lighting up in a way that made your chest feel tight, the high-stakes rescue mission she once led. each revelation deepened your admiration for her, and you found yourself wishing you could shield her from the world’s harshness. you noticed that whenever the topic drifted towards talking about family, hyun-ju would get a strange look on her face and subtly change the direction of the subject. you made a mental note about it.

*

another bottle of soju arrived, and the night grew even warmer. hyun-ju poured you a glass, her movements precise and deliberate.

“you’re supposed to drink this in one shot,” she teased.

“i’ll pass out,” you said with a laugh, taking a careful sip.

“i’d carry you,” she said, a teasing smirk curling her lips.

your eyes flicked to her arms and you winked. “i don’t doubt that.”

her cheeks flushed, and you noticed the way her lips puckered slightly as she drank. you found yourself staring, your gaze lingering longer than you intended.

“you’re staring,” she said softly, her tone teasing.

you blinked, caught, and smiled sheepishly. “sorry. you’re just… distracting.”

the air between you grew heavier, charged with unspoken longing. at some point, you found yourself brushing stray strands of her hair behind her ear, your fingers lingering against her cheek. her eyes locked onto yours, and before you knew it, her lips were grazing yours—a tentative, breathless moment that felt like the opening of a door.

the moment your lips brushed, it was like the world tilted, shifting its focus entirely to the space between you and her. it wasn’t a kiss, not really. it was a question, an invitation, a whisper of what could be. her lips were impossibly soft, grazing yours in a way that sent shivers down your spine.

you could feel her breath on your skin, warm and sweet with the faint taste of soju. her hand, which had hovered uncertainly near your arm, finally rested there, her fingers brushing against the fabric of your sleeve. the weight of her touch felt deliberate, grounding, and yet it made your head spin.

her eyes flicked between yours, searching, waiting for some unspoken confirmation. you gave it with a tilt of your chin, leaning into her space just enough to erase any doubt.

this time, when her lips met yours, it was intentional. the world around you dissolved. the faint jazz, the clinking glasses, even the soft murmur of the other diners—all of it faded into nothing. all you could focus on was the press of her lips, the way they moved against yours as if memorizing the shape of you. 

it wasn’t just a kiss—it was the unraveling of something unspoken, a thread pulled taut between you and hyun-ju finally snapping under the weight of your mutual longing. her lips were soft, impossibly soft, and as they brushed against yours, a shiver coursed through your body. it wasn’t just the physicality of it; it was the vulnerability, the rawness of baring a piece of yourself and finding it met with equal fervor.

hyun-ju’s other hand, hesitant at first, found its place on your waist, her fingers curling gently as though afraid to hold on too tightly. her breath was warm against your skin, mingling with her perfume, and you were certain you’d never forget the way she smelled, the way she tasted—you could try to describe it but it was something distinctly her.

for hyun-ju, the kiss was a revelation. it wasn’t just the softness of your lips or the way your hand rested on her shoulder—it was the way you leaned into her, as though she were a safe harbor. she hadn’t realized how much she craved that, how much she needed to feel wanted, not just for her strength or her discipline but for who she was.

she’d wanted this—ached for it, really—from the moment you walked through the door. but she hadn’t expected it to happen so soon, hadn’t expected you to close the space between you with such certainty. she thought she’d have more time to prepare, to silence the voice in her head that whispered she wasn’t ready, that she wasn’t enough.

but then you leaned in, your hand brushing against her shoulder, and all her defenses crumbled.

she’s kissing me, hyun-ju thought, a mix of wonder and disbelief coursing through her. she’s kissing me, and she knows. she knows everything, and she still wants me.

her other hand moved close to your jaw, hesitant. she wanted to touch you, to feel the warmth of your skin beneath her fingertips, but the voice in her head was loud, insistent. you’re not ready, hyun-ju. you don’t deserve this yet.

but when you sighed softly against her mouth, the sound silenced every doubt. it was more than physical; it was a conversation, a promise, a question. it asked, can i trust you? and it answered, yes, you can.

your lips moved together in a slow, deliberate rhythm, each kiss deepening the connection between you. she let herself hold you, let herself sink into the moment, and for the first time in what felt like forever, she let herself feel.

the kiss deepened, and with it came a cascade of emotions—desire, longing, fear, hope. hyun-ju’s mind raced, a jumble of thoughts she couldn’t quite untangle. what if i mess this up? what if i’m not enough for her? what if she changes her mind? but then your fingers slid up to brush against her jaw, and the tenderness of the gesture quieted every doubt.

you felt the tension in her body—the way her hand hesitated on your waist, your face, the way her breath hitched as the kiss deepened. it was as though she was holding back, caught between wanting to give herself to the moment and fearing what might happen if she did.

does she feel this too? you wondered, your heart pounding in your chest. does this mean as much to her as it does to me?

you wanted to tell her, to put into words the way she made you feel. how her laughter had warmed you, how her stories had captivated you, how her presence made you feel safe and alive all at once. but words felt inadequate, so you let the kiss speak for you.

for a brief, perfect moment, it felt as though nothing else mattered—not the restaurant, not the other diners, not the world outside. it was just you and her, suspended in a moment that felt both infinite and fleeting.

and then, the world intruded.

the sharp clearing of a throat shattered the moment, and you pulled apart, startled. hyun-ju’s hand lingered on your waist for a fraction of a second before she dropped it, her cheeks flushed a deep crimson.

the waiter stood a few feet away, looking anywhere but at you. “uh… sorry to interrupt, but the kitchen is about to close. if you’d like dessert, now would be the time to order.”

you couldn’t help but laugh, the sound bubbling out of you like a release of all the tension that had built up. hyun-ju joined in, her laugh low and warm, and for a moment, the awkwardness melted away.

“yes, uh, give us a minute,” hyun-ju said, her voice a little breathless.

you glanced at her, your heart still racing, and found her looking back at you. there was something in her eyes—something raw and vulnerable that made your stomach flip.

as the waiter shuffled away, you leaned in slightly, lowering your voice. “that was… unexpected.”

hyun-ju smiled, her lips still a little swollen from the kiss. “in a good way?”

“in the best way,” you replied, your gaze dropping briefly to her mouth before flicking back to her eyes. her eyes met yours, dark and smoldering, and for a moment, you thought she might lean in again. instead, she reached for the menu, her fingers brushing yours as she slid it toward the center of the table.

“what do you think?” she asked, her voice still a little breathless.

“something sweet,” you said, your gaze lingering on her lips before flicking back to the menu.

the two of you settled on a small bowl of adzuki bean ice cream, and when the waiter returned, you handed him the menu with a smile.

as the waiter left, hyun-ju leaned back slightly, her eyes still locked on yours. “i can’t believe we’ve been here for hours,” she said softly.

“it doesn’t feel like it,” you replied, your voice equally quiet. “talking to you… it’s easy. i don’t want it to end.”

hyun-ju’s lips curved into a small, shy smile. “me neither.”

when the dessert arrived, the waiter placed a single spoon on the table. hyun-ju didn’t hesitate, scooping up the first bite and holding it out to you.

“open,” she said, her voice soft but teasing.

you obeyed, parting your lips as she fed you. the ice cream was velvety and sweet, but it was the intimacy of the gesture that made your cheeks flush.

“good?” she asked, her eyes watching your every reaction.

“delicious,” you murmured, your gaze lingering on hers.

hyun-ju took a bite herself, and you couldn’t help but watch the way her lips curved around the spoon. the small, appreciative hum she let out sent a flutter through your chest.

the back-and-forth continued, each bite a quiet act of care. at one point, you tried to grab the spoon from her, but she laughed, holding it out of reach.

“you’re impossible,” you said, laughing as you leaned closer, your hand brushing against hers in an attempt to snatch it.

hyun-ju grinned, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “and you’re persistent.”

finally, you gave up, settling for dabbing at the corner of her mouth with a napkin when a bit of syrup lingered there. the touch was brief, but the way her lips parted slightly at the contact made your heart race.

*

when the bill came, you insisted on splitting it, and hyun-ju eventually relented. as you zipped up your coats in the entryway, a group of rowdy men stumbled past, one of them bumping into you hard enough to make you stumble.

hyun-ju’s arm shot out, catching you around the waist before you could fall. “watch it,” she hissed, her voice low and sharp as she glared at the man, that in turn mumbled something incomprehensible.

“it’s okay,” you said softly, your hand coming up to touch her face, turning her attention back to you. “it was an accident.”

her gaze softened immediately, her hand still firm on your waist. “are you okay?”

“i’m fine,” you assured her, your other hand finding hers where it rested on your side.

outside, the chill of the evening air bit at your cheeks, but the warmth between you was enough to stave it off. you stood close together under the awning, her hands tucked into her pockets. she wanted to reach for you, to hold your hand, to feel your warmth again, but she hesitated.

“this was really nice,” she said softly, her voice almost lost in the stillness of the night.

“it was,” you replied, your breath visible in the cold air. “talking to you… it’s easy. i don’t want it to end.”

hyun-ju’s gaze met yours, and for a moment, she forgot how to breathe. she could see the sincerity in your eyes, the way they softened when you looked at her, and it made her want to believe that maybe, just maybe, she could be enough for you.

you stepped closer, your hand brushing against her arm. “is this okay?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

hyun-ju’s breath hitched, and for a moment, she couldn’t find the words. but then she nodded, her voice trembling as she said, “yeah. it’s okay.”

when your lips met this time, it was slower, deeper, laden with the weight of everything unspoken between you. hyun-ju’s hand slid up to cradle the back of your neck, and she let herself get lost in the moment, her doubts momentarily silenced by the warmth of your touch and the feel of your tongues dancing together.

when the headlights of your approaching rides illuminated the street, you pulled apart reluctantly. hyun-ju’s fingers lingered on your arm, her eyes searching yours as though trying to memorize every detail of your face.

she turned her head to the side, glancing at the street, her profile illuminated by the soft glow of the streetlights. the curve of her cheek, the elegant line of her jaw—it was a sight you couldn’t resist. you leaned in, your lips brushing against the smooth skin of her cheek, trailing down to the edge of her jawline.

the faintest sigh escaped her lips, barely audible but enough to make your heart race. your hand, which had been resting lightly on her neck, slid down to her collarbone, your fingertips grazing the hollow there. the way she tilted her head slightly, as though inviting more, sent a rush of heat through you.

“aein,” you murmured against her jaw, your voice soft but filled with longing.

she closed her eyes, her breath hitching as your lips lingered. her hands, which had been resting at her sides, moved instinctively to your hip, her grip gentle but firm. for a moment, she let herself get lost in the sensation—the warmth of your breath on her skin, the tenderness of your touch, the way her body seemed to respond to yours as though it had been waiting for this.

“our… our rides are here,” she said finally, her voice barely above a whisper.

you hummed in agreement, but your lips didn’t stop their exploration. you pressed another kiss to the curve of her jaw, your mouth brushing the sensitive skin just beneath her ear.

“hyun-ju,” you murmured again, the sound of her name carrying a weight that made her chest tighten.

she squeezed your hip softly, her fingers pressing into the fabric of your coat. “we ought to get going,” you whispered against her skin, though your tone betrayed your reluctance.

“yes, we do,” she replied, but her voice wavered, as though she were trying to convince herself.

when she turned her head to face you again, her eyes were dark and searching, her lips slightly parted as though caught between words. her hands moved from your waist to your face, cupping it gently, her thumbs brushing against your cheeks. for a moment, she simply looked at you, her gaze drinking in every detail—the curve of your lips, the softness in your eyes, the way you leaned into her touch as though you couldn’t bear to be apart.

i want to take her home, hyun-ju thought, her chest aching with the intensity of her desire. i want to kiss her until the world disappears, hold her, touch her, take care of her.

and yet, the voice in her head was louder now, insistent. you’re not ready, hyun-ju. you’re not worthy of this yet. she deserves someone who’s whole, someone who doesn’t carry this weight.

the conflict tore at her, a war waged in silence as she held you in her hands. but then your lips curved into a soft, hopeful smile, and for a fleeting moment, she let herself believe.

she leaned in, her lips capturing yours in a kiss that was both tender and desperate. it was slower this time, as though she were trying to memorize the feel of you, the taste of you. her hands slid to the back of your neck, her fingers tangling in your hair as she deepened the kiss, pouring every unspoken word into it.

but just as quickly, she pulled away, her breath uneven and her eyes filled with something you couldn’t quite name.

“hyun-ju,” you whispered, leaning forward, but she stepped back, her hands falling to her sides.

“i have… we have to go now, naekkeo,” she said softly, her voice tinged with regret. “it’s late. let me get you into your car.”

her words felt like a wall going up, and you were left standing there, your hands barely brushing hers, your lips parted in a silent plea. the warmth of her touch lingered on your skin, and you wanted nothing more than to pull her back into your space, to hold onto the connection that felt so fragile now.

hyun-ju took your hand gently, her grip firm but careful, as though afraid you might slip away. she walked you to your ride, her steps purposeful but her heart pounding with every step. when she opened the door for you, she hesitated, her eyes meeting yours again.

you stepped one foot inside the car but turned back to her, your gaze full of unspoken questions. “hyun-ju, i…” you began, your voice trembling slightly.

before you could finish, she reached for you, her hands cradling your face as she leaned in for one last kiss. this one was softer, more restrained, but no less charged.

“goodnight,,” she murmured against your lips, her voice breaking slightly on the last word.

you stepped into the car, your heart heavy but full, and watched as she closed the door behind you. through the back window, you saw her jog to her own car, her hands tucked into her coat pockets as though trying to hold herself together.

[heartilywrites]

dancing through our house with the ghost of you ; c. hyunju

part one | request guide | masterlist

summary: how easy is for a person to disappear from the face of the earth?

cw: angst ; comfort ; cho hyunju x fem!reader ; no use of y/n

wc: 1.9k

a/n: CALIOPE'S ON FIRE, i made this one while listening to baile inolvidable by bad bunny and honestly i need to do another os about that song, so let's say it's inspired by ghost of you by 5sos HOPE Y'ALL ENJOY IT :D

small taglist : @etta-huracan hope u like it <33

The night surrounding you was quiet, the whistle of the cold air was making you company alongside the small mumbles of a melody that had been stuck in your head for quite some time now. Your nose felt so cold against the skin of your hand when you gently scrubbed it, now sitting on a bench in the park you opened the new soju bottle and lifted it up a little over your face.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Got this with my first paycheck,” you said to the night sky with a tired smile. “Cheers, Hyun! This is for us.” a big chug of the liquor was poured on your mouth followed by a grunt by the sudden strong flavour.

You have lost track of the time your friend has been gone, at some point between the second week and first month your feelings just… Numbed themselves. You stopped bursting in tears when the memory of her haunted you, her clothes had all ran out of her scent, the detective had closed the case after a while of not getting new clues on the woman’s whereabouts, it felt like life was punching you over and over to the point of leaving you completely on the floor bleeding yourself out with nostalgia, anger and impotence to the whole situation. By that time you didn’t even make the effort to get back on your feet, you were just tired of everything and everyone that you’d decided to stop caring, act like you were getting yourself together and pretend to move on to trick your own heart that everything was okay.

You had gotten an underpaid job with crazy hours, but it was clear you were doing it to keep your mind off those thoughts. To keep you occupied from going back to your meaningless search for Hyunju, from spending money you clearly didn’t have on the same answers you knew you’d get: she vanished.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “I saw Onion today,” you talked again now referring to a stray cat Hyunju and you took care of everytime you see him, giving him the name ‘onion’ after you had found him with an onion peel on his head. “He’s just as cute as you remembered him… He even bumped his head against my leg.”

A sour laugh came out of your mouth before taking another chug of soju, cleaning the excess with Hyunju’s hoodie. You tried to not let any tear leave your eyes. A sniff sounded on your nose, taking a deep breath in you tried to compose yourself. ‘For you’ you whispered and poured a little bit of Soju on the green grass, taking the last sip in one sit you stood up to walk back home.

You couldn’t even walk home with peace of mind, you passed through all the special places Hyunju and you had visited together, every corner, every alley carried at least one memory within.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Alright… Would you still like me if I was.. A garbage bug?” you asked, sitting on the pavement with a bag of chips in your hand.

Hyunju laughed at your occurrence, how could you think more of those questions in just seconds? “Of course I would still like you if you were a garbage bug.”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “A fly?” you asked, taking a chip in your mouth, Hyunju turned to look at you for a second. Sweet eyes analyzed your face with such love.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “I may need to think about it, I don’t like flies.” her nose shrugged a little and when you made a surprised grimace she bursted out laughing.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “I knew it, you hate me.” you said, faking a cry.

In your chest a feeling of heaviness installed making it hard to breathe calmly as you were doing. You felt a knot forming on your throat, it hurt so bad, everything hurt that you had to stay still for a moment to let the pain pass.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Hey, are you okay?” the woman’s voice called for you, you turned to look at her with a small smile on your lips.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “I’m fine, Hyun. I just feel like I’m running out of air.” you answered while relying on a wall with your hand on your forehead.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Okay, come here.” she took your hand and made you walk a couple of steps to the alley, carefully she took off your coat to feel the cold air on your skin. “Let’s breathe together, okay?”

However you could you nodded and tried to follow her lead, she took your hand and placed it over her chest, making you feel her heartbeat and breath. Small ‘there you go’ ‘you’re doing great’ came after every breath out.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Better?” she asked you when you closed your eyes after a couple of exercises.

You nodded, looking at her directly now with watery eyes. “Thank you, truly.”

She smiled tenderly. “Any time, you know it.”

You stumbled on your own feet, falling to your knees and trying to catch your breath. It was almost past midnight so the street was all alone, you tried to recover yourself by thinking about how Hyunju showed you. You could almost hear her words praising you for doing the breathing exercises.

Life truly wasn’t fair with you. You sat on the street for a moment to let the tremble on your body die out, how were you supposed to continue with your life when everywhere you go you were reminded of Hyunju?

The next day you continued with your routine as usual, going to the convenience store early in the morning to change shifts with your co-worker. In the way you felt eyes following you, turning back and looking around you couldn’t see any soul near, thinking it was just another effect of the hangover you continued to walk.

Your shift went by surprisingly smoothly, by your clock out hour you took a couple of things home to make a little quick dinner, staying up all night was a bad idea when you had to work the next day so your plan was to simply eat and go to bed directly. When you opened the door of your apartment, the orange cat you saw last night came out to greet you with a couple of meows.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Hey, Onion.” you greeted back smiling. “I guess I left the window open, huh?”

The orange cat rubbed himself on your legs before running back into the apartment. You took off your shoes and coat to go into the apartment.

A quiet hum caught your attention while you were walking over to the kitchen to prepare your cup of noodles, frowning you hurry a bit and the view made you drop the bag where you had your dinner and a new bottle of soju causing a sudden thunder that scared the woman on the kitchen, she turned to face you with her eyes a bit widened.

Her hands were holding a bowl of rice and the spoon to serve it, not a single word came out of either of you.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “The house looks like a mess.” she whispered, even with your gaze blurry due to the tears you could see her hands shake a little.

You giggle ironically. “That’s all you have to say?” your voice was pending in a thread, but even then you could confront her. “No ‘sorry for disappearing’? The house is a mess.”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Honey,” she called you, Hyunju felt like you could hear her heart beating against her chest. “I know I went away–.”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “You disappeared overnight, Hyunju.” you interrupted her, your tears flowing without any permission. “I thought something bad had happened to you, I thought you were…” a hiccup cut off your comment. “That’s not fair, Hyunju.”

The woman left everything on the counter and was quick to walk your way to hug you. Just when you were in her arms and could feel her warmth surrounding you alongside that sweet scent you had forgotten about and it was just then and there that your brain completely understood that she was back. It wasn’t an illusion or a dream, Cho Hyunju was alive and back with you.

You allowed yourself to break while she held you, she didn’t mind your ugly cry or that you made the two sit on the kitchen floor when your legs gave up on you, she was just happy she was back from that hell of island safe, back to you in your little home you two had built together. Hyunju let you cry all the time you wanted, she knew you needed it so she let you while with one hand left circular caresses on your back and her voice every now and then let you know she was there, she was fine, she wouldn’t leave you again.

After a couple of minutes and leaving her shirt stained with your tears, you took your distance to look at her face, her eyes seemed a little bit worried when they met yours.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Listen, I can explain–.” she tried to begin again, now being interrupted by your lips claiming her own.

At first her eyes widened at the sudden action, but not even a second later she gave in to the action, cupping your face on her own hands trying to deepen the gesture. She adored the way your lips had this mix of sweet flavor and a bit of salt thanks to the tears you had shed, your hands looked to lay on her thighs to be closer.

Maybe you would never know, but Hyunju had dreamt of this exact moment every night in the island, wishing to be with you and tell you how much she loved you, how much you mean to her, how even if you were to curse her, ask her to leave and never come back, she would still love the heck out of you. She had dreamt of the flavor of your lips, wondering if they would be soft despite you plucking bits of it when they were dry, she wondered who would mark the rhythm surprising herself when you took the lead and guide her, smiling to herself by the way your lips tasted hers like they have met each other before. Like they were made for each other.

When the lack of air made the two of you take your distance, her eyes inspected your face like the million times she had done before, brown colored eyes filled with love and desire that you missed to see, both hearts silently thanking the gods to finally be back with each other. Foreign thumbs caressed your face softly while also undoing the traces of dry tears that were staining your cheeks, she smiled softly.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “I’m just glad we are on the same page.” she spoke in a low tone only for you to hear. “I have so much I need to tell you, but I just want you to know right now that I love you. So much.”

Your own hand looked to rest on her arm and a sincere smile began to paint your face after so long. “I love you so much more, Hyunju…”

A small giggle vibrated on the woman’s chest, more than thrilled to hear those words come out of your mouth, feeling like she was floating. She would worry about the games and island later, that moment she took it to appreciate you, to look at you for every day she couldn’t do so. To love you like she always imagined she would do. Maybe a life threatening situation was what you two needed to finally confess your feelings for each other… Right?

[thisisntmyrightera]

Together - CHO HYUN-JU x Fem Reader *VOX POPULI*

Hello again, if you are here it is because you have liked the fanfiction, I appreciate your comments and the time you have spent reading, however your opinion is important to me, so I want to hear you.

As you know, season two was exciting but somewhat short and although I want to include more content about Cho Hyun-Ju I do not think this story can last more than 5 chapters, however…

I have 3 endings in mind for this story which I would like to explain briefly (so as not to spoil) to know your opinions, in the same way I would like to read your opinions and ideas to make this story more exciting.

1- Y/N gives her life for Jang Geum-Ja (149) Y/N can't stand Park Yong-Sik's suffering when she sees his mother outside the room in the carousel game so Y/N switches places with her to save her

2- Hostage of the guards After the start of the riot where Seong Gi-Hun (456) and Cho Hyun-Ju take up arms with the other contestants to attack, the boss sends the guards to take Y/N as a hostage to show Hyun-Ju the consequences of disobeying the rules.

3- After all, nothing is what it seems Cho Hyun-Ju reveals her true identity and although Y/N ​​distrusts her for lying to her, the game ends and they can both live the dream they both wanted together.

All three options are viable to be edited and although the explanation is brief, they do not contain the ending that you might think they would actually have, maybe Y/N can die, maybe not.

I would like to read you and know your opinions, I am an open book to you.

Thanks again for reading, you make me feel much better at the beginning of this year, I will be back soon

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[tredawakandan]

Respect to Dick Gregory for being the pivotal figure that he was but I gotta disagree with this logic that him and many others still use within our community.. The idea that a natural phenomenon like a hurricane was made via the deaths of our people that were lost and traded this way.. Of course I love metaphysics and occult info but not in a case like this. The word hurricane for one comes from an indigenous word that displays the concept of a hurricane as a god Huracan. Not only that but many indigenous islanders and Central/South Americans already could predict Hurricanes by the time colonizers would meet them.. I say that to say that's not possible for a event like the slave trade to have created a annual event like that when it was already knowledge shared amongst the indigenous people. Lastly we gotta remember that the transatlantic slave started over here. Jack D Forbes book 📚 talks about this amongst other writings and artworks from various author... Ultimately you gotta know that Columbus shipped indians from the islands back to Europe before any slaves would even come over here.. Hopefully you learned something useful today 👌🏿

[ywpd-translations]

Ride 777: Sohoku's sprinter

Pag 2

1: Houruaaagh

2: Buooraah

3: It's not.... “he's going to attack one more time”!!

Pag 3

1: He's attacked already!!

Pag 4

2: Fifth stage!!

He used the last curve!!

3: Feelings at full throttle!!

He got his “three seconds” in the curve and then accelerated!?

This guy has been tearing apart-

Pag 5

1: Aventador!!

Orange*!!

-road racing common sense over and over again!!

(*NdT.: Issa's attack's name)

Pag 6

4: One guy has jumped ahead as they were turning the curve

Hakogaku and Sohoku are chasing him!!

The guy who's ahead with two strong guys following him.....

Pag 7

1: I've never seen his jersey before!!

Hyaaa!!

Who's that guy!? An unknown cyclist!?

But he's here at the sprint line

Can something like that really happen!?

Pag 8

1: Words things like “of course”, “I already know that”, are like shackles that bind our thoughts

2: There is discovery in “common sense”, yon!!

4: Even so, in road bikes

5: there are two or three ways to hold the handles, so you can change your posture

Pag 9

1: and use various muscles to accelerate, yon!!

2: Three people passed the 300m point, and now it's just a straight road

Pag 10

1: There's still one person running ahead!! The two people behind him can't catch up!!

2: They can see the sprint gate already!!

3: Tch, really, he forced his way through with an ambush like this

4: But

5: My “number one in Japan” plan hasn't wavered one bit!!

Pag 11

1: Lat year's autumn

Woooah cap!!

2: Gap!!

3: Guaagh.... it's always just me saying “gap”!!

Whatcha talking about, Kabu

4: About Doubashi!! I wanna leave him “gaping”!! Me!! Since I lost to him in the summer Inter High!!

You’ve lost the ability to differentiate between the words ‘gap’ and ‘gaping’, haven’t you?

5: Huh? I was able to say this properly when I talked to Aoyagi-san

… which was it again?

6: By the way, Naruko-san, you're supposed to be a good sprinter

Supposed to be!?

Don't you have some secret weapon? Like an ace up your sleeve

7: I'm a genius, so I think if you teach me I'll get it right away!!

I really don't feel like telling you... honestly

8: No, but.... I also thought of myself as a genius, but surely I wasn't that stupid

Pag 12

1: But it's a favour to a kohai, it can't be helped

I've grown too, after all

2: Listen carefully to this “secret weapon”

When you're sprinting

3: The “cog-wheels” you imagine, try imagine them more accurately!! Until the tiniest details!!

4: The....

5: … cog-wheels!?

6: Ah? What does that mean!?

7: Be more specific, please... you're not very reliable, huh

Ugh!! This guy....

I've been thinking this since before, but me and you really don't think alike, Naruko-san...

I'll kill you....

Pag 13

1: As expected from Naruko-san

2: Aoyagi-san was more reliable (even thought he was taciturn)

What does he mean “imagine”?

Hop

3: Ohhh, amazing, Kaburagi

4: Hahaha, I know, right

6: I can do this too

Ohhhh... a blind catch!!

7: How did you do that!?

Hahaha, I'm a genius, so I can do anything just by imagin....

Kaburagi is so cool!

Pag 14

1: Imagining!!

2: Just now I did a blind catch just by imagining it!!

Do it again!

What's wrong, Kaburagi?

3: Oi oi, wait, wait- is this what he meant?

4: Does that mean it'll work? If I apply this to biking!?

6: Imagine

The cog-wheels

7: accurately

8: until the tiniest details

9: Detailed

10: Times and times again

Pag 15

1: I imagined it over and over again!!

And then my “cog-wheels”evolved into “gears”!!

2: Oi, San-na!! Do you have one more special move?

4: Tch

Pag 16

1: Buah!!

Of course!!

I need one more shot to crush you!!

2: It's “Huracan*”, which is stronger than “Aventador”!!

(*NdT.: written as “raging bull” but read as “huracan”)

3: Use it now!!

5: I, too

Pag 17

1: will pull out “golden yellow” now!!

2: If we use them at the same time, it'll make us catch up!!

3: You understand it, San-na

There's no time for complaining about it

4: This guy..... the “golden yellow” that he absolutely wanted to save until the last minute before the sprint line!!

5: We have to close the gap and line up to him now

At this rate, that guy

Pag 18

1: He'll be the first to arrive!!

2: The lead is passing the 200m sign!!

3: Who's that, Gunma!?

I thought the Gunma team was supposed to be Jousui?!

Did the team debut this year!?

There's a guy that strong in Gunma

4: Waaaa

5: That number 181 is debuting now.... but

His career and profile is crazy!!

Pag 19

1: It's Kiji Kyuui!! He's the MTB Inter High two-times champion!!

Huh!?

2: So, the two chasing him won't be able to catch up, at this rate!?

Pag 20

1: Huh!?

What was that just now

For an instant, behind those two

2: I saw blooming golden yellow flowers, and a raging bull

Pag 21

1: This year's may

2: I see

3: Please

Basically

4: Doubashi, you mean you want to race me in a serious sprint battle... now that I've become an university student!!

[usagii-bun]

𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐄𝐓𝐇 ( NAMOR X READER ) PT.4

in which you find a child floating in the water and you save them only for your acts of kindness to get misinterpreted by the father who is also the king of an underwater civilization.

PLEASE READ THIS FIRST : this is a story i am writing on wattpad but my wattpad version is more in detail, slightly different and has an oc ( alora ). It has 6 chapters thus far and still work in progress if you want you can check it out with the link below or use the linktree link in my bio to access wattpad but if you feel more comfortable with x reader I'll try and get all the chapters I have currently published over here in a few days

hiraeth ( namor ) wattpad | oc version!

PART 1 , PART 2 , PART 3 , PART 4

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IT WAS NOW EVENING, the sun dipping below the horizon kissing the ocean goodbye, the sky a purplish-orange color adorn with a few grey clouds as Huracan and you were still outside enjoying the last bits of the day before it was time to go back in.

You had came to term with the fact that Huracan staying with you was only going to be momentarily. You grew attached to the child due to the loneliness that you felt from staying by herself for months in isolation, away from others due to your health issues.

You wondered if Huracan was also lonely and just wanted some company but your mind now questioning if Huracan has a family, what if they are waiting for him? Worried about him and in search of him, thinking of the worst things that could have happened to him. This left you to ruminate over

your thoughts as your gaze fall on the sky, that is becoming darker and darker.

There was thunder clouds looming above you due to the hot weather you experienced today, the clouds were forming and becoming aggravated with each second that passed by— this alarming you as you walk back to the tidal pool to retrieve Huracan and putting a stop to your fleeting thoughts.

"C'mon, Hura. We need to get back in." You say, watching as the boy breaks through the surface of the water— eyes sparkling with life as he listens to you instantly, emerging from the pool only to latch onto your arm, his skin turning back into a shade of blue as you both walk home.

The rain came down. It suddenly came down heavy causing you to gasp in shock when the harsh rain pelted down onto you, you turn towards Huracan to notice that he had his eyes closed— enjoying the rain water that got soaked into his skin while you on the other hand felt a shiver tingling down your spine even though the air was warm.

Knowing that if you had to stay in the rain for way too long— you would definitely get sick but watching the boy enjoy the fresh water that falls onto him , you decided to wait a few minutes because seeing his face brighten up from just the simple feeling of rain water against his skin made you realize that the simple things in life is what makes living much better, it made you feel at ease with yourself.

A bright flash of purple and then a loud crackling noise followed by a hiss came from above you and Huracan shocks you at the loud noise and the thunderstorm that has finally brewed up, the rain became even heavier causing your heart to beat faster.

"Let's get back inside, we don't want to become fried fish today." You say, laughing at your lame excuse of a joke which Huracan didn't understand fully but he did understand that you wanted to go back inside from the way your body had stiffened slightly.

He was about to agree but then the sight of a shiny, shell that was a bit closer to the ocean water grabs his attention— he wanted to get that shell so that he could give it to you, forgetting that you wanted to go back in as he leaves your side, alarming you as he runs down the bank to go and retrieve the shell.

"Huracan!" You shout out alarmed, the rain pelting down heavily, the sky above you becoming dark— the only source of light now coming from the lighting that viciously flashed from above and the few outside lights from your house.

You slide down the steep slope to get to the boy only for your flip-flop to get stuck into something and in turn crashing into the youngster causing him to also fall and let out a small yelp.

"oh gosh, Hura! I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to!" You cried out, you moved to his side to see that you had slightly bruised his knee cap, crimson escaping from the bruise as guilt consumes you from being so unconscious and not watching where you walked.

Huracan didn't feel much pain from the small bruise, he was about to tell you it's okay but you tore a small part of your shirt to help stop the bleeding. A small amount of blood covered your finger tips when you wrapped the small piece of cloth around his tiny knee cap, tightening the cloth around it.

A throbbing feeling around your ankle became prominent as you gazes down at your leg, to find that you had slightly twisted your ankle due to your flip-flop getting stuck onto something— that being the whole reason you slipped.

A small cry leaves from your parted lips, the thunderstorm viciously going on above them as the rain fell down. Your body was drenched in rain water, making you shiver adding more to the pain you felt in your ankle.

"Y-Y/N!" the young child cried out grasping onto your shoulders, he gazed at you to find that tears were also trailing down your cheeks with the rain water, your hands covered in wet sea sand and dabs of blood.

This made tears to form in Huracan's eyes, he was now scared and worried about you, the person that took care of him like he was their own child— he didn't know what to do to help you, making him feel even more worried and scared as the thunder flashed and rumbled.

Your body that trembled suddenly went stiff, your blood running cold— you felt like you and Huracan were being watched.

You were right.

The sound of something fluttering, similar to the sound of a rattle snake mingled with the harsh noises of the rain, lightning and the waves that crashed close by.

The fluttering sound stops , it suddenly goes eeirely quite, Huracan's whimpers go silent and before you could comprehend whether you was just feeling paranoid —something grasped the collar of the shirt you wore and pulled you harshly away from Huracan, throwing you to the other side away from him.

You heard Huracan scream your name out, your body feeling extremly numb, the world around you spinning while terror sunk into every firbe of your being.

Your neck twists to the side to see what had thrown you so viciously away from Huracan, fear laminating in your eyes, your gaze being met with the tip of a sharp spear, your body flinching away from it in terror but it was now pressed against the side of your neck in a threatening manner to slice your head off clean.

The lightning struck again, giving you a better vision of what was being hostile towards you , your eyes widening when your gaze falls on a man— his entire being radiate regality from the way his body oozed confidence to the jewelry that was adorn upon him. His chest covered in some sort of metal that was beautiful crafted, the same type of metal also adorning his biceps and wrists.

She also noticed that he had pointed ears, adorn with jewels just like the rest of him.

You shakily raise your hands, to say you was no threat or harm but this act seemed to make the man even more infuriated when he spotted dabs of blood smeared on your finger tips and then seeing blood around the area where Huracan was.

"How dare you take my son away and harm him?"

Shit. Was the first thought that came to your mind, you was right, Huracan did have someone to go back to— your thoughts being cut short when the cold tip of the spear pressed even closer to your neck that you could feel the pressure tearing slightly into your skin.

Your words were stuck in your throat from fear, you couldn't formulate a response except for a shaky breath to escape past your lips, your body trembling from pain and fear.

Due to your lack of response that made the King even more agitated, his spear was about to press into the side of your neck but tiny hands wrapped around his arm, holding it in place before he could slash at you.

"Father, please don't!" the young child cried out in his own language, this alerting the king who turns towards his son— the furious look that had adorn his face moments ago was replaced by one that was filled with worry.

"Huracan, my child. Are you alright? Did it hurt you?" his voice venomous when he says the word it , you didn't understand what they were saying but from the side glare the man had passed to you, you knew he had said something about you.

"No! Do not bring harm to y/n, she had saved me! Please do not harm her, she didn't do anything wrong. If you want to punish someone, father— it should be me, I should have never left Talokan." The boy sobs out, hearing Huracan's broken voice made your chest hurt— your eyes squeezing shut to prevent any tears from escaping as everything around you started to spin, the world around you becoming blurry as all the pain you felt physically and emotionally became blunt.

Your vision being filled with black dots that became larger until your eyes closed completely, body slumping into the sand— the fear you felt along with the pain made you fall unconscious this grabbing Huracan's attention, the boy letting go of his father's arm to rush towards you.

A cry leaves past his parted lips, his hands reached out to hug your cold body against his.

"Look what you have done, father. You killed her!" The boy says inbetween sobs, you was far from dead but to Huracan seeing your still body, no warm smile on your face and your eyes that twinkled with care and affection was no longer there— you looked dead to him.

K'uk'ulkan looked down at you. His son held onto you so gently, the rain easing down — the thunderstorm slowly clearing up.

"Hura.. she's not dead." The king says while his inner voice says  'well not yet'. He didn't trust you, this human but the way his son held onto you like his own life depended on you— he could not just kill you after he found out you had saved his son.

"You have to help her then or else I'll hate you forever." Huracan suddenly spat out— eyes shining bright with anger and saddness, his words stung K'uk'ulkan , his heart aching at the words his son spewed at him. An expression of hurt forms on K'uk'ulkan's face, a soft sigh leaving past his lips.

He glances down at your unconscious form that laid on the sand, his son's words floating around in his mind. He bends down towards you, taking in your features— noticing your skin has gotten paler and your ankle was swelling.

He was not keen on helping you, a surface dweller, he had hate for these disparage creatures but seeing how his son has become attached to you, clinging. He couldn't just kill you.

With one last glance towards your unconscious body, he looks back towards the raging ocean as he signals for Namora to come to him. He turns away and looks down at his son, his heart softening when he sees the tears on his cheeks as he sighs lightly.

'I'm only doing this for you my child.'

PART 5

[gorgonfuckerdotnet]

Isn’t saying ‘I’m sure the losers at SCC are hiring’ kinda like saying ‘I’m sure the losers at Lamborghini are hiring’?? They do fancy mechs for rich people don’t they?

// in what world- // buddy if you knew the people i know to pilot SSC // no 1 would never think it's fancy // it's just people who wanna fuck the Metalmark. // "oh we do business with the wealthy" // im an anarchist // my first mech was K-PG // i grew up among [UNGRATEFULS] ffs! // who do you think was mining the materials // for your Lamborghini Huracan of a mech? // all i need is my it/its puppything SCYLLA // my fat vorpal gun // annoying (4 every1 else) amount of reactions // and pure hull upgrades !!! // rich mechs are more fun to destroy

[just-a-strange-boy]

riding high

find part one here

Initially you hadn't wanted to go to this silly gala with Stephen. After turning out it hasn't been such a bad idea to join him after all, you find yourself being rewarded greatly.

Pairing: Surgeon!Stephen Strange x Male Reader

Warnings: 18+ (Minors DNI), rough sex, semi-public (kind of), unprotected, mentions of social anxiety

A/N: we follow stephen and you, his surgical assistant, figuring out the logistics of fucking in a lamborghini huracan (which is harder than you might think)

"Come to that gala with me", Strange requested, both of you fresh out of an unspectacular surgery, shedding the contaminated layers of hospital wear into the nearby laundry bin, in desperate need of slipping into a pair of new scrubs.

Today wasn't the first time he approached you about it.

He had been nagging you about this for a while now – ever since he had first received the invitation to said event weeks ago – and still wasn't letting it rest, even though you had repeatedly told him off, suggesting that he should just ask Christine instead of you. It wouldn't be an issue if he'd just take her. She'd probably even agree to it, because she was your mutual friend.

But Stephen wouldn't let it go, his stubbornness and persistence reaching heights you hadn't expected from him, unwavering in his relentless insistence, unable to accept your 'No', refusing to ask Christine or anyone that wasn't you.

He just wouldn't stop asking, relying on the same explanation every time: you were the only one he wanted to go with.

So there you were again, with the same dilemma and question between you as before.

Only because you denied his offer times and times again, didn't mean you did not want to go. You would have loved to go with the surgeon. It was flattering that he was inviting you along, that he did not want to choose anyone that wasn't you, that he was so insistent on it. It was Stephen's way of showing you that you were important to him, even if it was beginning to be a little obnoxious.

Though he was admittedly better at this whole dating thing than you would have thought.

Stephen was keen on having date nights, when you both could make the time, and even when your schedules were all over the place, obnoxiously full, he tried to shove in a moment for you, may it just be a trip to the vending machines of the ER late at night or going for a coffee in the cafeteria.

The few times you'd managed to go out together, Stephen was unafraid of displaying affection publicly, holding your hand every now and then. He didn't keep your status secretive, unashamed that he was dating a surgical assistant. Whenever staff members, relatives of patients or even patients themselves made advances on him, Stephen was making it clear he was unavailable.

On top of that, you were having amazing sex, at home and a little more often than allowed at the hospital. You were certain at least ten people from the staff had almost had the pleasure of walking in on you, while two of your closer colleagues most definitely had found you in promising positions. There hadn't been a complaint filed to the board yet and you wanted to keep it that way, but something was just so thrilling about abusing Stephen's office, the locker rooms or like that one time, the operating table itself.

But regardless of how unashamed both Stephen and you were admitting to your relationship status, regardless how much you would have liked to go with him, you kept denying the invitation for a very specific reason.

You were scared.

It was an entirely different thing to be seen with Doctor Stephen Strange in the public eye at an event of such importance. A proper gala, with important figures present, people that were either significant in the medical world or held high positions all around the country, people that earned a lot of money and spent their resources on expensive shit, more people on the same level as Stephen.

There would be reporters, cameras – and no doubt a shit-ton of people that would judge a renowned surgeon for not showing up with a pretty lady on his arm but with someone like you, who was in fact nothing like a pretty lady. Because you were ordinary, and on top of that a man.

You didn't even know why you cared about Stephen's reputation so much all of the sudden, but you were afraid of putting shame to his name, to his status, to his face.

"You know I can't go with you", you sighed, preparing to give him the usual response, "I know it's tomorrow night already and chances of getting someone else to join you now will be... relatively low, that's why I've told you to ask anyone but me. I know it's important for you to be there, but you cannot take me there as your date. It would be wrong for me to be there. As I have told you at least ten times."

“I don't understand why you don't wanna come", Stephen spoke, adding your name so softly like hearing it alone was enough to convince you, and he sounded a little more desperate than before. Still not giving up though. "It'll be nice. Come on. I'll owe you."

"Because, Stephen, they will probably just judge me for being there. I mean, showing up with you? Infamous, handsome, top neurosurgeon Stephen Strange. What did I do to possibly deserve being seen with you?", you responded with a huff, certain that everyone at that gala would just look upon you with a frown – you were neither a wealthy doctor nor a flashy person suited for the public eye, just a plain surgical assistant, someone who didn't fit in with the high society.

Of course, some of your fear stemmed from being gay too. You doubted most people even knew that Stephen Strange was bisexual, let alone that he was actively pursuing something with a younger man.

What if that would land in some trashy magazine? You would rather not turn into a hot topic for a newspaper article, and sure as hell did not want to be the reason for outing Stephen publicly.

"Who cares about what they think? I want you there and that's good enough", the doctor spoke, the look on his face oddly soft, taking a closer step to you as he noticed your self-consciousness gnawing on you, "We'll drive there, exchange some pleasantries, listen to the speeches. I'll give my speech, we'll have dinner, then some people will probably introduce their research projects, and the rest will be social mingling, which is however optional. We can leave at any point by then."

"What if you'll be... what if people will talk about you negatively? Me being there with you? I'm not exactly some pretty girl to show off", you asked, wanting to avoid having this conversation, especially now that Stephen was being even more stubborn, most certainly as you were noticing you were closer to giving in.

The only saving grace was that you would have to get going in a bit to prepare the room and tools for the next surgery.

"Don't tell me you've started caring about my reputation now", Stephen scoffed, grabbing you by the waist to pull you in, placing a soft kiss to your forehead, "It doesn't matter, idiot. I want you there and I can come with whoever I fucking want. I don't care what anyone else thinks. I'll be happy to show you off, because I bet you look great in a suit and I can count myself lucky for being accompanied by someone who truly sees me for me.”

"Great, you're making me all soft again", you sighed, clearly affected by the sweet words Stephen was feeding him right now, leaning into his embrace to lay your head against his shoulder, "Even if I'm gonna go with you, how am I even supposed to get a suit until tomorrow?"

"Does that mean you'll come?", Stephen murmured, pressing his face into your hair. You couldn't ignore the sudden glee radiating from him at your last comment and felt him relax his hold around you.

"Yeah, fine. I'll join you", you agreed hesitantly, holding onto the man for a moment longer. Perhaps it wouldn't be so bad as long as Stephen was with you. It was assuring to know he didn't mind showing you off, didn't mind being seen with another man, didn't care so much about others opinions. Nothing else seemed to matter, if it just meant he could be there with you.

He'd been holding onto this request for so long now and had never stopped trying (mostly also because his ego wouldn't accept defeat), that you figured you could do him the favor. You were interested in going with him after all and even though there were things you were worried about, Stephen at your side would give you the assurance and comfort you needed.

"Then let me worry about getting you a suit", the doctor assured you.

Once he parted from you, you saw the broad smile on Stephen's face and decided it had been a good decision to agree after all.

×

It will be fine, was the mantra you kept repeating inside of your head.

Usually you would have felt insecure about showing up anywhere in a suit, an expensive one at that (it really had cost a fortune, even though not specifically tailored to your body), but Stephen had made it his personal mission to point out how handsome you looked ever since seeing you in it for the first time.

You almost dared to believe him.

Though Christine had said so too while she had helped you getting ready for the big occasion, like the good friend she was. Initially, she had been surprised by your sudden change of heart, now that you had agreed to join Stephen as a plus one to the gala after refusing him again and again. But then she had just expressed how genuinely happy she was about you jumping over your own shadow, a certain excitement sticking to her.

You honestly weren't sure who she was truly happier for. You, for having stepped out of your shell and decided to go with the surgeon? Or for Stephen, being able to go with the one person he had wanted to join him from the very beginning?

Or perhaps she was just happy for herself, not having to endure both of her insufferable friends talking about this subject anymore.

Maybe she'd been right too. Everything would be fine.

So far, it was – you looked quite presentable in your suit and were just now casually chatting with Stephen as the man sped over the highway leading upstate.

Yet there was this tiny bit of anxiety you couldn't seem to get rid of, probably feeling a lot more nervous than the surgeon, which made him feel ridiculous all the same.

Stephen would have had a far better reason for being nervous (though not seeming fazed in the slightest), since he was supposed to give a speech this evening – all you had to do was smile, be a supportive partner, and not crumble under the amount of skeptical looks crossing your way. Oh, and maybe not embarrass yourself or him publicly.

"It will be fine", Stephen tried to reassure you once more, noticing you nervously shifting in your seat, and placed his right hand on your thigh, eyes fixed on the road. He was trying to keep you grounded with his touch, knowing that while you had nerves of steel in the OR, you could get a bit anxious outside of work for the most ridiculous reasons. "You know I will read anyone to filth who dares to speak a wrong word or shares a dirty look."

"Oh, aren't you just my knight in shining armor", you spoke, attempting to make a joke in order to seem a little more careless about the situation, though you couldn't play your own nervousness down entirely. You couldn't fool him at least.

Stephen kept his hand placed on your thigh, gently caressing it for a moment, and decelerated the car, driving a little slower than he had probably been planning to, allowing the two of you a bit more time in the safe space of the car.

You were still busy trying to convince yourself that it would be fine as Stephen pulled into the parking lot of the convention center.

The sheer amount of cars already present, but especially the flock of people waiting upfront at the entrance, made you want to turn back home immediately. There was a part of you that was wanting to lock yourself inside of the car and wait out the event.

But you didn't dare to disappoint him now, you wanted to do this for him, and let yourself be helped out of the car by him, instead of bolting the doors shut when you good. Stephen offered you his arm like a true gentleman, giving you another assuring and gentle smile. Not flashy, like he would no doubt give the cameras later. Genuine. Sweet. The type that meant to say Don't worry, I got you.

The anxiety followed you all the way towards the entrance, where the two of you merged with other groups of people waiting to get inside, meaning the first few were going to catch a look and pictures were going to be taken and...

It honestly was a mystery to you how Stephen's presence alone enabled you to stay sane enough to go through all of it without freaking out entirely, but it did.

If people talked, they luckily did so out of earshot. If they looked funnily at you, you didn't really notice, because instead of nervously looking around, you tried to keep your gaze fixed on Stephen. If they were judging your person, they were going to do so anyways and he had been right to tell you that it was something that simply shouldn't concern you.

Stephen wanted you here and was more than proud to show you off.

It all went over smoother than you had expected and you began warming up to the situation, once inside. Stephen went on to introduced you – as his partner, no less – to some important people here, people he was more or less acquainted with, people he had worked or collaborated with. They seemed ecstatic he had showed up and even more so curious who he had brought with him.

The most of them took well to you, seemingly not all too biased when it came to your person, and even though there were strange looks once in a while, the majority of people you talked to were delighted about the fact that the OR wasn't only a place to save lives but apparently also served as a place to get to know your potential partners.

There was not one disapproving word spoken to you.

You had been seated at a table with rather nice guests and listening to the speeches, covering a wide expense of medical subjects that even you found pretty interesting, kept your mind busy for the most part, blowing the anxiety away altogether.

Only struck by nervousness again when it was Stephen's time to get on stage, more so because you were nervous for him, soon the irking feeling of discomfort was replaced by something else, something far better.

You found yourself immensely proud, once Stephen got up to do his part. How enamored you were with him, making his way through the crowd, his graceful movements, looking so damn handsome in his suit, the light hitting him just right. How exhilarated you were, knowing he had been so keen on having you here, because your support was meaningful to him.

There was no need to be nervous for him. You shouldn't have been surprised by the way he dominated the stage – Stephen had guts and he loved to talk (about himself as much as neurosurgery, no doubt) and didn't seem intimidated by the mass of people at all. He landed a well-rehearsed speech with an impressive amount of applause, looking all relieved, and more so pleased with himself, once returning to the table.

"You were great", you commended him, beaming at him with a smile.

"Thank you for being here with me", Stephen just said after sitting down, leaning over for a quick kiss, "Really. I mean it."

And you were more than lucky to hear that. Had you known your presence was going to be so impacting, that it would be as calm and nice at this, that all your worries had been misplaced (though not unjustified), maybe you were wrong to deny his request in the first place.

Perhaps you could even get used to a life like this, showing up with Doctor Stephen Strange to all kinds of events, because you were proud to be with him as much as he was happy to have you by his side.

Dinner was a fairly pleasant occasion too, a distraction preventing you to fawn and moon over Stephen all evening long – though honestly, who could have blamed you? You chatted quite a bit with your table neighbors as Stephen kept inviting you back into the conversation, not wanting you to feel left out, although you would have not minded to not participate.

While Stephen didn't drink anything alcoholic (the complimentary glass of champagne didn't really count), you weren't so abstinent, having been offered generous amounts of alcohol during the duration of the evening, downing at least three glasses of wine and a cocktail before deciding to stop when you felt yourself positively buzzed.

You were warm, almost getting a little too heated, not just thanks to the alcoholic beverages, but due to Stephen's hand managing to find your thigh under the table, squeezing it lightly, possibly meant as an innocent reassurance that he was still here and it was still alright. Though you definitely couldn't ignore the fact something else entirely was awakened within you as his touch burned into your leg.

Needless to say, by the time doctors and medical students from all over the country started to introduce their research projects on stage, you were more than a little turned on, downright horny. It was harder and harder for you to keep listening with a mindful ear, while Stephen for his part was enjoying himself and seemed interested, though his hand was being busy otherwise.

Your eyes glanced more often over to him than to the stage, your mind focusing more on the touch than on the content that was presented. While it might have been interesting and worth listening to, all that you were concerned about was to keep yourself contained and not lose any composure.

As much as feeling each other up in public spaces, just for the sake of it being considered forbidden, gave you a thrill, it was okay when Stephen did so at the hospital, but not here. Not in the presence all those people, at an event like this.

You weren't even sure whether Stephen was teasing on purpose, stroking your thigh, fingers kneading the muscle, tracing the inseam of your trousers, or simply wanted to accomplish that you were relaxing more.

Because you definitely were far from relaxing right now. The lingering touch made you shift uncomfortably in your seat, you tried to play down your arousal by focusing on anything but Stephen's hand on you and desperately hoped your cock wouldn't decide to embarrass you publicly all of the sudden.

"Everything alright?", Stephen muttered under your breath when he noticed the agitated squirming. He sounded seriously concerned, not like he had been planning on teasing or arousing you for that matter. God, he was entirely oblivious.

"Are you feeling unwell? Do you wanna go home?"

You leaned towards him to whisper into his ear, making sure to talk as quietly as you could, seeming like you didn't want to disturb the others listening to the speech, when you really just wanted to word your current desire.

"I don't know if we will get that far, because I really need you to fuck me."

Clearly you had caught Stephen a little off guard with that comment, who was nervously looking around instantly, hoping that no one had heard or guessed.

The surgeon cleared his throat, before replying calmly, "Then I think we should leave after that presentation.”

And you sure did, the two of you taking your leave quicker than anyone could really notice, excusing yourself to your table neighbors, before hurrying out of the main hall, practically rushing past the staff of this place, the photographers and journalists still looming outside – though luckily, having seen no flashes meant that no pictures had been taken. That sure would have made quite the subject.

He got you both settled in the car in a hurry, revving the engine, before pulling out of the parking lot and starting to speed off instantly. You quickly noticed that you weren't taking the same route you had used earlier, when Stephen didn't direct the car onto the highway back to New York.

"Are you gonna make the route extra long in order to tease me?", you wondered.

"No, it won't be much longer", the surgeon assured you, checking side and rear mirrors, all while seemingly searching for something off road.

"Then why aren't we heading home?", you asked, oddly suspicious.

If you hadn't known any better, you might have feared Stephen was going to dispose of you somewhere along the way in the middle of the night. Why else would he choose an abandoned road?

But then the man's hand landed on your thigh again, his long and skilled fingers tracing the inner side, down to the bend of the knee and up to your crotch, all while keeping his eyes fixed on the road.

"Because you said we're not going to get as far as home and I'm only taking you by word", he chuckled, only gently pressing his hand to where your cock stirred in your trousers, placing a turn signal as he steered the car into another path off-road, where seemingly, in the middle of the night, nothing and no one would disturb the two of you.

Parking his car on the gravelly path you had ended up on, far off the road where other cars might still pass at that time of night, you knew exactly what he was proposing. He was planning to fuck you out here, in his car, right now.

It wasn't something you had ever done before, but by the way your heart consequently hammered and your groin was practically on fire, you sure weren't going to pass on that opportunity.

Unbuckling your seat belts all too quickly, you met over the middle console, searching for each others mouths and finding what you both sought as your lips clashed together. Kissing Stephen always meant wanting more and more. He was addictive, everything from the soft curve of his lips to his eager tongue slipping into your mouth, the bruise of his bite and the fact that he had a tendency to smirk while kissing you hard.

However getting to the point of sex appeared a little difficult than initially thought.

While the Huracán Stephen drove was a wonderfully sleek car (and definitely a match to Stephen's ego), it was set very low and not spacious by any means. Even just trying to climb onto Stephen's lap would have been hard, let alone riding him without constantly banging your head on the car's ceiling.

Sucking him off would have been convenient and was definitely something you would have been tempted to do any other day, but today it was just not enough.

You needed to have him inside of you.

Perhaps Stephen could have just bent you over the hood. It wasn't too cold outside, but the idea still didn't sound particularly comfortable. There was no backseat area and the front seats wouldn't shift back far enough without you having to twist and turn into uncomfortable positions to get Stephen's cock inside of you.

No matter how desperate you were for him at this moment, you at least wanted it to be comfortable enough to sink into the pleasure completely and not worry about tearing a muscle.

In conclusion, it might have been a pretty car, but it was terribly inconvenient for having sex and you spend minutes trying to figure it out together, laughing at the ridiculousness of your combined desperation to find a suitable position.

Shifting back and forth in a hurry, trying this and that, clawing at each other with need, your mouths slotting together whenever they could, hurrying out of the car, rounding it, never quite satisfied with the way things were, pressed up to the sleek black car as Stephen kept palming you through your pants, hands opening belts and buttons, revealing more and more skin, then turning and shoving and bending and...

You ended up in a somewhat promising position, taking up most space of the interior, as you knelt on your seat, hands supporting yourself on the driver's seat, bent over the middle console and presenting your ass quite perfectly to Stephen behind you.

Glad you had stripped off pants and underwear somewhere in between, the soft breeze from outside brushed the bare skin of your backside, intensifying the shudder of your need as your partner sure took his time to drive you crazy with lust.

A little more than desperate, hanging over the car's middle console, you pressed your ass back against Stephen, begging to be finally given some release after waiting and aching, while the man was already two fingers in, opening him up with precise movements, because... it was simply not enough.

Your cock was weeping, so achingly hard, asking to be touched to the point where you even reached for it yourself, tending it with long and gentle strokes, all while Stephen took his time preparing you well.

There was no need for conversation.

Your pure desire didn't require words, Stephen knew exactly how to touch you, and wiggling your ass into your lover's touch was a sign that clearly indicated how ready you were for him to fuck you. The occasional grunt and moan was all there was slipping past your lips, the soft puffs of labored breath, running faster with excitement.

Spit and precum smeared over your hole, you finally felt his fingers replaced by the thick tip of his cock nudging at your entrance, drawing out the moment in anticipation to the point he had you whining with his relentless teasing and toying, pushing back into him hard, so Stephen would have no other choice than to give in and sheath himself inside of you.

Being stretched by his cock ached a little at first, but you always managed to adjust, not minding the bit of the initial burn as he filled you up. On the contrary, you craved it, your whole body longing to feel him, here and now and even afterwards.

And god, fucking finally, you were allowed the familiar sensation. Any longer and you would have lost yourself to madness, though the rush of lust overcoming wasn't driving you insane any less.

Stephen allowed you to take a moment, ever so considerate, hands gently trailing along your hips, fingers grazing over the bare skin, an appreciative hum from him that sent a smile to your face – he was enjoying your sudden neediness, the spontaneous sexual adventure of fucking in his car, in the middle of nowhere, both of you looking forward to the satisfaction he was about to bring, fulfilling his own urge to claim you completely.

You liked getting nasty and filthy with Stephen, loved nothing more than being railed by the man all the way to next Sunday, whenever, wherever, might it be in every room of your apartments, in every corner at hospital or like today, outside.

The sex you had was the perfect way to settle arguments, make bad days better and the good days absolutely fantastic.

Though of course, you also found yourself reminded of the connection you two had, not just the physical one. Sure, you loved to have him shove you around, to press you into every available surface and fuck you like you belonged to him only.

But especially the random displays of Stephen's gentleness was the thing that made your heart clench and you figured it might just be love.

Rocking back into him, an evident sign that you were ready to take him in fully and needed more, Stephen got the right drift, the grip on your hips tightening as he began to move. His thrusts were deep at first, slow strokes, not painfully sharp, though more than enough to send waves of pleasure through your body with every single push inside of you.

It didn't even take long, until he had you turned into a moaning mess, clutching onto the seat, unashamed to let the dark and quiet of the night be witness to your lovemaking, letting him hear you, feel you, use you.

If that wasn't the best reward for accompanying Stephen tonight, you didn't know what would be. You didn't care about anything else anymore, no more insecurities, no more of other people's stupid opinions.

All you asked for was for him to keep on fucking you.

The switch up of rhythms caught you by surprise, one moment long and deep thrusts, the next more erratic thrusting, quicker but not as deep, up until the point where he was ferociously fucking you again, every slam of his hips into yours making you jolt and groan.

You continued stroking yourself in time with the man's thrusts, knowing you were not likely lasting that much longer since Stephen had begun hitting that sweet spot inside of you over and over again, and were starting to feel yourself tremble with pleasure.

This was only heightened as you noticed the stutter of Stephen's hips, losing any sense of rhythm entirely, losing himself in his thrusts and chasing his own pleasure, using you more than treating you, plowing into you ruthlessly, until he spilled inside of you, painting your insides with a hot and heavy load, even before you could topple over the edge.

Good lord, you counted yourself very lucky for having it that way around – because hearing your partner let out the sweetest moans, letting him ride out his orgasm in a frenzy while you took up all of his cum like a good boy, was the hottest thing. You let yourself fully enjoy the sensation, until you weren't able to hold out any longer.

You came just as hard, grip tight around your cock, clenching around Stephen's member still buried deep inside of you, an earth shattering orgasm hitting you as you felt your own cum shoot all over your hand, no doubt dripping on these sinfully expensive leather car seats as well, but you seriously couldn't find yourself to mind.

Let Stephen worry about it later.

Maybe he'd even punish you for ruining the expensive material and god, wouldn't you just love it? Just the idea of him, demanding you to kneel on the ground, defiled and cockdrunk, as he grabs you by the hair and forces you to eat your cum off his leather seats, licking clean every last spot, sent you into another spiral of lust.

Being with Stephen made you so unashamed. You enjoyed how capable this man was of utterly ruining you. You were glad to be his slut, getting fucked in an expensive car, wearing an expensive suit, after just having been at an important public gala as his date. All prim and proper, now wrecked and ruined and loving every bit of it.

Because you sure did adore it, being like this with Stephen, and would have him anywhere, anyplace, anytime, any way – hopefully for the rest of your lives.

[ffxivxd]

Huracan is a Rank A hunt found in Kholusa. Normally, the familiars of those who practice the dark arts like General Ran'jit fade when their masters die; however, this servant of Ran'jit's father, continues to roam the countryside.

[hypnobeauty]

A Chance Encounter - a cho hyun-ju x reader fic (part 5)

summary: a story about how you and hyun-ju met and the following years of your relationship. part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / part 4 cw: no use of y/n, reader is afab, fluff, slowburn, pre-squid game, slice of life. a/n: hello! bigger chapter for you guys! some more background on our girl and other people in her life. next chapter is the date. i'm currently on a trip with friends, so posting schedule might be crazy. enjoy xx as always, comments are appreciated ♥ taglist: @strayteez3staner @dekiruxxx @jeongteen @sunnysurvives @3leni @etta-huracan @honeyhyunju @basoressia @antisocial-aina @googie-jeon - comment if you’d like to be tagged.

part 5. nerves and anticipation

hyun-ju’s eyes opened before her alarm buzzed—a habit she hadn’t been able to shake even after leaving the military. twelve years of structure and discipline didn’t disappear in a matter of months. the steady rhythm of her mornings was a comfort, even now.

she swung her legs off the bed, her muscles stiff but familiar with the motion. stretching her arms over her head, she felt the faint pull of her shoulders, then stood to stretch her legs. the sheets were swiftly pulled taut and tucked neatly, her bed transformed with military precision.

padding to the bathroom, hyun-ju caught her reflection in the mirror. she stared for a beat longer than usual, then peeled off her clothes, tossing them into the laundry bin before stepping into the shower, turning the knob toward the coldest setting. the icy water shocked her system into wakefulness, a ritual born of her time in the military. in those days, mornings had started early—often before the sun had risen. as a sergeant first class, she had been responsible for overseeing her unit’s readiness and welfare. she would lead them in grueling physical training sessions at dawn, barking commands through frosted air as their breaths formed clouds.

by midmorning, her time would be consumed by inspections, briefings, and tactical drills. she had thrived on the structure, finding solace in the rhythm of endless tasks. between training her soldiers and mentoring junior officers, she had carved out time to pursue a degree in business administration at the korea military academy. the balance was precarious, but hyun-ju had been proud of the way she managed it all, even if the exhaustion had been bone-deep.

but it wasn’t all discipline and grit. she’d been a mentor, too—a steady presence for her team. her soldiers had come to her with everything from strategic questions to personal fears. she’d thrived on the structure and camaraderie, even as it tested her limits. now, the rigor of those days was a memory, but her mornings remained sacred. 

after drying off and wrapping herself in a towel, she began her skincare routine, methodically layering products while her mind wandered. teeth brushed, hair brushed, oiled and tied, she returned to her bedroom to pull on her favorite sports bra, loose joggers, and an oversized shirt. she was sitting to put on her socks when the alarm on her phone buzzed.

6:30 a.m., right on schedule.

in the kitchen, she boiled water for black coffee and set out her pills for the day—vitamins, hormone supplements, phytoestrogens, collagen. beside them were her gym staples: creatine and bcaa powder. after swallowing the pills with a gulp of water and sipping her coffee, hyun-ju laced up her sneakers, grabbed her phone and headphones, and headed out.

the faint hum of seoul awakening surrounded her—bakers pulling down shutters, early commuters shuffling to the bus stop. she greeted mr. soo, the building janitor, with a polite nod before breaking into a light jog. her pace quickened as her muscles warmed, the steady rhythm of her feet striking the pavement grounding her in the present. by the time she reached the gym, she was ready for the burn of leg day. the familiar ache in her quads and calves was like an old friend, a reminder of what her body could endure.

after her session, hyun-ju walked home, stopping by a fruit vendor to grab an apple. she peeled the sticker off absentmindedly as she walked, biting into the crisp sweetness and savoring the small indulgence. back in her apartment, she showered again, made a quick breakfast, and settled at her desk with her laptop.

job hunting had become a necessary part of her routine, though not one she enjoyed. she scrolled through listings, tailoring her résumé to each one. she wasn’t applying for anything lofty—assistant positions, entry-level management roles—but the rejection emails piled up all the same.

it wasn’t her qualifications. she knew that. her degree spoke for itself. her twelve years in the military had taught her leadership, logistics, and discipline. she could oversee teams, conduct training, handle logistics, and more. but none of that seemed to matter.

hyun-ju suspected why. the truth was, being trans made her an easy target for rejection. employers didn’t say it outright, but she saw it in their hesitation, the way their smiles faltered when they met her in person.

the thought stung, but she pushed it aside. she had other things to focus on today.

*

the rest of her morning passed in small, familiar rhythms: emails, light cleaning, and a quick lunch. by early afternoon, she was heading out again for her endocrinologist appointment. the check-in on her hormone levels was routine but reassuring—a reminder that her body was aligning more closely with her sense of self.

from there, she walked to her therapist’s office, the quiet space a sanctuary from the noise of her thoughts.

“i still feel stuck,” she admitted, her hands gripping her knees. “like i’m not moving fast enough. not doing enough.”

her therapist’s voice was calm and measured. “you’re doing what you can, hyun-ju. progress isn’t about speed—it’s about showing up for yourself, day by day.”

the words echoed in her mind as she left, the late afternoon sunlight painting long shadows on the pavement.

with time to spare before her evening support group, hyun-ju headed to her favorite café. the scent of roasted coffee beans and the low murmur of voices welcomed her as she settled into a corner seat with her laptop.

she had planned to work on budgeting for her next surgery, but your laugh caught her attention first, light and easy as you chatted with the barista. when your eyes met, her pulse quickened.

the conversation that followed was natural, though hyun-ju felt a mix of relief and guilt. you’d teased her gently about her unread messages, and she’d explained, hesitantly, how much she had overthought replying.

by the time you left, her heart felt lighter. the warmth of your presence stayed with her, your parting words—“see you tomorrow”—echoing in her mind.

hyun-ju lingered at the café long after you had left, her laptop open in front of her but forgotten. the noise of the café—the soft murmur of conversations, the occasional hiss of the espresso machine—faded into the background as her thoughts took over. she had tried to focus on her spreadsheet, crunching numbers for her next surgery, but her mind kept drifting back to you.

you had been kind, patient even after weeks of her silence. your teasing had been gentle, and your warmth felt genuine. it was disarming. hyun-ju wasn’t used to people like you—people who stayed, even when she gave them every reason to walk away.

she closed her laptop and stared out the window. the evening light stretched shadows across the pavement, and she wondered if she was finally ready to let someone into her carefully constructed world.

her thoughts drifted to the support group and the friends who had helped her get this far. she hadn’t been looking for a support group when she found it, but it had become a cornerstone of her routine, every thursday evening. the meetings were an anchor, a place where she could exhale and be herself without fear of judgment.

hyuk, one of the first friends she’d made there, was impossible to miss. his energy filled every room he entered, his sharp humor often breaking the tension during heavy discussions. hyuk was a dj—loud, lively, and unapologetically himself. he had once shown her a gallery on his phone of all the noise complaints he’d received from neighbors.

“what can i say?” he’d joked. “some people just can’t handle the bass.”

his girlfriend, mina, was his opposite in many ways—soft-spoken, with a melancholic air that balanced hyuk’s boldness. she attended the group occasionally, offering her perspective as the partner of a trans man. mina’s kindness was unassuming, but her insights often stayed with hyun-ju long after the meetings ended.

hyun-ju had other friends there, too. autumn, an american, and jaidee, a thai woman whose stories of her homeland painted vivid pictures in hyun-ju’s mind. through jaidee, hyun-ju had learned about the strides thailand had made in lgbtq+ acceptance. she dreamed of visiting one day, maybe even moving there to find the kind of freedom she longed for.

the group was a patchwork of stories and identities, each person carrying their own struggles and triumphs. for hyun-ju, it was a reminder that she wasn’t alone—that there were people who understood, even if the rest of the world didn’t.

a week ago, after a meeting, hyuk and mina had pulled her aside. the support group meeting had just wrapped up, and hyun-ju lingered by the snack table, fiddling with the edge of a biscuit. across the room, mina caught hyun-ju’s eye and waved. hyuk followed her gaze and grinned. 

“you’re not sneaking out without talking to me, are you?” hyuk called as they approached. 

“i wasn’t sneaking,” hyun-ju said, though her tone lacked conviction. 

“you absolutely were,” hyuk teased, gesturing to a pair of empty chairs in the corner. “c’mon. spill it.” 

mina offered her a cup of tea. “peppermint. figured you’d like it.” 

“thanks,” hyun-ju said, cupping the warm drink and trying not to meet hyuk’s expectant gaze. 

hyun-ju hesitated but followed them, sinking into one of the chairs as mina sat on hyuk’s lap, her legs crossed neatly. 

“so, what’s got you looking like you’re carrying the weight of the world?” hyuk asked, leaning back with his typical grin. 

mina gave hyun-ju a kind smile, her soft brown eyes full of curiosity. “if he’s being too pushy, just tell me. i’ll rein him in.” 

“no, it’s fine,” hyun-ju said quickly, her fingers tightening around her tea. “i just… i think i messed something up.” 

hyuk tilted his head, his grin fading slightly. “with who?” 

hyun-ju hesitated, glancing between them. “there’s this girl. she helped me after my surgery—got me home and everything. she gave me her number, but… i haven’t replied to her messages. it’s been weeks.” 

mina leaned forward slightly. “that’s really sweet of her. why haven’t you replied?” 

“i don’t know what to say,” hyun-ju admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “and what if i say the wrong thing? or what if she doesn’t actually like me that way, and i’m just reading into things?” 

hyuk blinked at her. “how many messages?” 

hyun-ju pulled out her phone and reluctantly handed it over. hyuk’s eyes widened as he scrolled through the unread texts. “hyun-ju, this is brutal. she’s practically writing you a novel.” 

mina peeked over his shoulder, wincing. “oof. yeah, this isn’t great.” 

hyuk grinned, holding the phone up like it was evidence in a trial. “you’re leaving her hanging like this? no wonder you’re fidgety. the guilt must be eating you alive.” 

“it is,” hyun-ju admitted, burying her face in her hands. 

mina reached out, patting her arm. “it’s okay. you can fix this.” 

hyuk let out a soft snort. “you’re overthinking this. she wouldn’t have given you her number or sent all those messages if she didn’t care. you think she’s texting you for fun?” 

“hyuk,” mina said gently, placing a hand on his arm before turning to hyun-ju. “what he means is, she sounds like someone who genuinely wanted to connect with you. what’s stopping you from reaching out?” 

hyun-ju shrugged, staring at her tea. “i don’t think i’m ready.” 

mina tilted her head. “ready for what? a relationship? a conversation? something more?” 

hyun-ju opened her mouth, then closed it again, struggling to find the right words. “i don’t know,” she said finally. “sometimes it feels like… like i’m not enough yet. like i need to be further along before anyone would really want me.” 

hyuk let out a sharp breath, shaking his head. “hyun-ju, listen to me. i have been there before, okay? you’re enough right now. not next year, not after your next surgery, not when you feel like you’ve checked all the boxes. right now.” he frowned and sighed before continuing.

“sorry, but that’s crap, and you know it. you’re enough right now. you don’t have to hit some magical milestone to deserve to be happy.” 

“oh, absolutely,” mina said dryly, rolling her eyes. “but seriously, hyun-ju, the right person isn’t going to care about where you are in your journey. they’ll care about you.” 

hyun-ju blinked, her eyes stinging. “but what if i ruin it? what if i say the wrong thing, and she decides i’m not worth it?” 

hyuk gave her a pointed look. “and what if you say the right thing, and it turns into something amazing? you’re too busy focusing on the worst-case scenario to see the best one.” 

mina reached over, her voice warm. “hyun-ju, it’s okay to be scared. but don’t let that fear make decisions for you. even if she doesn’t feel the same way, at least you’ll know. and if she does… well, isn’t that worth the risk?” 

hyun-ju exhaled shakily, the knot in her chest loosening just slightly. “i don’t know. maybe.” 

“take your time,” mina said, her smile kind. “but don’t wait so long that you lose the chance.” 

hyuk grinned, leaning back in his chair. “and when you do text her, let me know. i want updates.” 

hyun-ju laughed despite herself, shaking her head. “thanks, both of you.”

“anytime,” mina said, standing and brushing off her skirt. “now, we’ve got a party to drag you to this weekend, so get ready.” hyun-ju groaned, but the smile lingering on her lips was genuine.

so when hyun-ju walked into her support group later that evening and locked eyes with hyuk smiling, he gave her a grin and a knowing look.

“well?” he asked, crossing his arms.

hyun-ju smiled. “we’re going on a date tomorrow.”

“finally,” he said, clapping her on the back. “now don’t mess it up.”

“thanks for the vote of confidence,” hyun-ju said dryly, but her smile lingered.

*

the following night, the weight of the day began to shift. therapy had left hyun-ju with a lot to think about, and the memory of her conversation with you at the café lingered in her mind like a warm ember. the way you’d smiled at her, the light teasing in your tone, the easy way you’d leaned across the table as though the space between you didn’t exist—it had all felt surreal.

now, standing in front of her wardrobe, hyun-ju realized she was nervous.

she wasn’t the type to get flustered easily. growing up, she’d been the one to speak up first, the one who led the charge in games and group projects. even in the military, she’d been confident and self-assured, her voice steady as she commanded her unit. but this—getting ready for a date with you—felt entirely different.

her fingers trailed over the hangers, her eyes scanning the options. most of her wardrobe was practical—clothes meant for comfort or the gym. but tonight wasn’t about practicality. tonight was about showing you a side of herself she rarely let others see.

she settled on a sleek black turtleneck that hugged her figure without feeling too tight and a pair of loose black trousers that tapered neatly at the ankles. simple, understated, but polished.

after laying the outfit on her bed, she turned to the mirror. her hair had grown longer over the past month, the ends now brushing her shoulders. she brushed it carefully, smoothing out any tangles, and debated whether to leave it down or tie it back. after a moment’s hesitation, she decided to leave it loose, the straight strands framing her face.

her makeup routine was straightforward—just enough to enhance her features. a touch of foundation, a hint of blush, a swipe of eyeliner to accentuate her eyes. she paused when she reached for her lipstick, her mind flashing back to the way your gaze had lingered on her lips at the café. she chose a soft, rosy shade, something subtle but noticeable.

by the time she was dressed, her nerves had settled into a quiet hum of anticipation. she checked her reflection one last time, smoothing the fabric of her turtleneck and adjusting her hair.

her phone buzzed on the nightstand, and she smiled when she saw your message:

“just finished getting ready. heading out soon. see you at 7!”

hyun-ju’s heart skipped a beat. she typed back quickly:

“can’t wait. i’m on my way now. i’ll share my location with you.”

she grabbed her coat—a long, dark wool one that had been a gift from her mother two winters ago—and wrapped her blue scarf around her neck. the scarf was soft and worn, the kind of item that carried memories with it.

as she stepped out of her apartment, her breath visible in the crisp evening air, she felt a mix of excitement and apprehension. the last time she’d let herself hope for something like this, it hadn’t ended well. but tonight, she wanted to believe.

*

your apartment was a flurry of activity as you got ready, ha-neul sprawled on your bed, her face stuck in her phone, offering unsolicited advice.

“can i crash over tonight?” ha-neul asked “viktor is going to mine to get his stuff, i don't want to see his fugly face.”

“yes.” you said from your place on the floor in front of the mirror, where you finished your makeup.

“are you really going to wear that?” she teased, pointing at the outfit you’d laid out.

“yes,” you replied, rolling your eyes. “it’s a date, not a fashion show.”

ha-neul sat up, smirking. “but it’s your first date with her. you have to make an impression.”

“i think she’ll survive if i don’t show up looking like i stepped out of a magazine,” you said, though your tone lacked conviction.

ha-neul raised an eyebrow. “uh-huh. and yet, you’ve tried on three different pairs of boots in the last ten minutes.”

you threw a pillow at her, laughing despite yourself. “fine, maybe i’m a little nervous.”

“a little?” ha-neul said, dodging the pillow. “you’ve been talking about her nonstop since the yesterday.”

you paused, your cheeks warming. it was true—you hadn’t been able to stop thinking about hyun-ju. the way she’d apologized for not replying to your messages, the softness in her voice when she said your name, the way her dark eyes seemed to hold a thousand unspoken thoughts.

“she’s… different,” you admitted, your voice quieter now.

ha-neul’s teasing expression softened. “i know. that’s why i’m rooting for you.”

you smiled, turning back to the mirror. your outfit was simple but flattering—a fitted coat over a sweater dress, paired with tights and heeled boots that added just enough height to make you feel confident. you added a pair of earrings, small and understated, and ran a hand through your hair.

when your phone buzzed with hyun-ju’s message, you couldn’t help the grin that spread across your face.

“can’t wait. i’m on my way now. i’ll share my location with you.”

“she’s on her way,” you said, glancing at ha-neul.

ha-neul let out a dramatic cheer. “look at you, all giddy. go get her, tiger!”

“shut up,” you said, laughing as you grabbed your bag.

as you headed out the door, your phone buzzed again. this time, it was hyun-ju sharing her location. you opened the map, watching the small icon that marked her position move steadily toward the restaurant.

in the backseat of the uber, you snapped a quick selfie, angling the camera to catch your best side. the photo was playful, your lips curved into a soft smile, your eyes bright with anticipation.

“on my way,” you captioned it, hitting send before you could overthink it.

her reply came quickly:

“you look amazing. i’m waiting inside. it’s too cold to stay out.”

you couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped you. hyun-ju’s straightforwardness was one of the things you liked most about her.

*

when hyun-ju saw your selfie, her heart skipped a beat. you looked radiant, your smile soft and inviting, your confidence practically leaping off the screen. she stared at the photo for a moment longer than necessary before typing her reply.

inside the restaurant, she sat at a corner table, her hands resting lightly on the surface. the room was warm and inviting, the soft hum of conversation and the faint clinking of glasses creating a cozy atmosphere. she glanced toward the door every few minutes, her anticipation building with each passing second.

when you finally walked in, hyun-ju stood, her breath catching as your eyes met. you smiled, your face lighting up in a way that made her chest tighten.

and just like that, the nervousness melted away.

[eastafricanprincessa]

What I’m manifesting:

-Desired electronics incl a MacBook, iPhone 13 Pro Max, 3 pairs of AirPods and black apple max headphones

-east African beauty, supermodel face and body

-amazing dance skills talented in ballet hip hop tap jazz etc

-top producing skills

-Immune to pregnancy until I want a child

-fluent in French, Spanish, Arabic, Korean and Japanese

-luxury home in birthplace for my family

-rich family

-luxury houses all over the world

-perfect white teeth

-hairless in desired areas

-sexy seductive aura

-friends with all the top fashion designers

-luxury west London apartment perfect for me and tailored to my desires

-Lamborghini huracan, Mercedes s class and Chevrolet

-pre rolled weed 🎀

-perfect singing voice

-perfect body with perky tits and perfect booty

and flat stomach with abs

-luxury closet tailored to my desires

-private chef and staff

-successful supermodel career

-billionaire

-perfect skin that looks like melted gold

-constant princess treatment

-top tier visuals I look like a princess

-dating bae he treats me like an angel

-perfect friendship group

-perfect family

-no trauma perfect mental health

-aesthetic life

-know how to drive

-studying at kings college university

-everything I desire and more 💋 🎀

[alizibtheterrible]

SLEDGES BABIES THIS IS NOT A DRILL

(adding them to The Collective™️ simply because I can, more info under the cut)

Ebb (the oldest): Ebb is the biggest and the oldest. Her tusks and hair have already started to grow in and are more prominent than her siblings. She’s very calm and likes to sleep. She also enjoys eating anything in sight… Ebb really doesn’t have a preference to any person in particular. She does tend to stay around Finn and Quinn more however.

Flash (second oldest): The only brother of the group. He’s a gremlin. He throws his weight around, especially with O’Hara, and occasionally gets put in his place. He’s the fastest which earned him the name of “Flash.” He dislikes being pet but regularly makes exceptions for Kaida, who he favors. He mimics Kaida’s behavior, even going so far to butt Jenna’s leg sometimes (bro really thinks he’s badass)

Huracan (Second youngest): Huracan is incredibly curious and agile. She regularly gets stuck at the top of cabinets, an occurrence that baffles everyone. Huracan will accept pets from everyone, she does not discriminate. She likes to be around Sparky, since he’s kind of the unofficial mediator for the piglets. Huracan also likes to be around Noah, Tessa, and Fynn since they’re more likely to give her food.

O’Hara (youngest): The runt of the litter. Being the smallest, her tusks have barely grown in. She and Flash wrestle a lot, but she loses most of the time (jokes on him, she ends up being bigger than he is). She’s fairly shy and prefers to be around her mother than humans. O’Hara has a fondness for Ethan though (youngest sibling bonding fr).

@rainofthetwilight @sharksandjays @weekend-whip @finn-m-corvex @officercooks @taddymason

[lorysims]

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[verso-abstracto]

24 abril 2024

Me despido de nuestro pasado con esta canción porque aunque creí haberlo hecho has permanecido a mi lado en formade recuerdos o apareciendo intermitentemente detras de mí y ya es tiempo de soltar, de solta de verdad, para ser libres. Soltar el pasado, despedirnos de todo aquello de lo que fuimos de quienes eramos; dejarlo atrás.

Te dedico esta canción como despedida, como simbolo de libertad para las dos. Me despido de ti y de mí, de aquello que fuimos para poder comenzar a ser presente.

Rizowl

Aurora- A potion for love

We are here 'till we're not...

Estamos aquí hasta que dejemos de estarlo...

When i see you again

Cuando vuelva a verte

as a stranger or a friend

como a una extraña o una amiga

Could you give me a kiss from the past?

¿Podrias darme un beso del pasado?

Make it soft, make it last

Hazlo suave, haz que dure

Like an endless reminder of us...

Como un recordatorio sin fin de nosotras... "

"I recall our minds being strange and unlike

Recuerdo nuestras mentes siendo extrañas y diferentes

You were quite at most I would watch and explode

Tu eras demasiado silenciosa yo miraba y explotaba

With a storm in my mind,

Con una tormenta en mi mente

you would understand why they all name the hurricanes after us

entenderías el por qué todos nombran los huracanes después de nosotros

When i see you again

Cuando te vuelva a ver

As a stranger or a friend

Como una extraña o una amiga

I will give you a kiss from de pass

Te daré un beso desde el pasado

I will send you away

Te dejaré partir

Hoping you'll be ok

Deseando que estés bien

With a piece of yor heart

Con un trozo de tu corazón

Living in mine

Viviendo en el mio

I don't feel love anymore

Ya no siento el amor

And how its hurts

Y como dolió

When you walk out of the door

Cuando saliste por la puerta

Forgetting why we fell in love

Olvidando porqué nos enamoramos

Hurts me the most

Es lo que más me duele

And how it hurts when i walk out of the door

Y como duele cuando salgo por la puerta

forgetting why we fell in love

olvidando porqué nos enamoramos

Hurts me the most."

Es lo que más me duele."

[newhector]

Seeing your sensual and sexy curves, they light a fire inside me, like the wind of a hurricane that stokes with intensity the intense and devoted fire that no firefighter can put out...

ver tus sensuales y sexy curvas, prenden fuego en mi inteior, como el viento de un huracan que aviva con intensidad el intenso y desvocado fuego que ningun bombero puede apagar...