#maybe that's the best thing you can do in the end

[motthe]

there's no death here | robert "bob" reynolds

ཐིཋྀ thunderbolts caught me with a bob-shaped hole in my heart.

warnings: spoilers from thunderbolts, super!reader, fem!reader, not sure if I'll make a bunch of parts or even finish this idea so be warned, gonna go ahead and say canon-divergent to save my ass bc im no marvel expert.

《masterlist》

You weren't built for battle—the powers you had were more defense based than anything—but you had been trained by the best of the best. The countless lessons left your survival skills above subpar, and maybe you could make use of your size and strangle a man twice it, but those things didn't make you a hero.

And being around so many of them for so long, it's disturbingly easy to start to feel useless.

“Born or cursed?”

You didn't remember who had asked it. You do remember you had been younger, that you'd been more or less adopted into the world of the Avengers without ever truly being thrown into it. Wanda and Natasha had been your everything, especially when it came to helping with your powers. Between the supernatural and the mental side, they had done wonders.

Sitting around and not making use of yourself would be spitting on their memory, so it wasn't long before you were dragged into government business. Reading minds was handy, but picking apart memories? Entering their psyche?

You were gold to detectives and last resort for men in black suits who would “talk” to criminals if you didn't.

The work had drained enough from you by the time Bucky showed up on your doorstep with a bottle of liquor and a favor.

“This isn't what I do,” you told him, looking over the files. “I'm not a therapist or a teacher. If Void is as powerful as you say it is—”

“It can be beaten,” he explained. “We've done it before. I just need you to help Bob block it out. You know how to do that.”

“With other people's thoughts,” you argued.

He shook his head. “You suppress memories. You put them into neat little boxes for your agent work.”

“You want me to make him forget something that dangerous?”

“I want you to show him he's not alone when it comes to this side of superpowers.” Bucky stood, a warm hand coming down on your shoulder and squeezing. “We've all been scattered. It's a shit team, the New Avengers, but it's something, kid.”

“I’m not a kid anymore, Bucky,” you sighed.

“I know. Wouldn't be asking you for your help if you were.”

The door shut to your apartment in farewell, but one visit from the Winter Soldier had too many opening at once. Flashes of earth's most mightiest heroes, of old friends, dead friends, missing ones.

Getting dragged back into that mess was asking for trouble.

Sipping on free alcohol, you flip through the packet of Robert “Bob” Reynolds. Sweet face, fucked past, and a far more fucked psyche for the powers he'd revealed in the last hit on New York.

Cursed, you decided by the end of your research, frowning as a picture slipped free. The New Avengers were definitely a ragtag group. Bucky was the only one you knew, Yelena you learned more than enough about through Nat digging around her head one time too many. Alexei Shostakov as well, but he was easy to pick apart at one glance. Anything revolving around Ava Starr and John Walker was rumors or passed down the grapevine.

Your phone vibrated. Checking it drew a deep line between your eyebrows. Someone was asking for another questioning, this time through the mind of a rampant serial killer in Chicago. They didn't have enough on him.

You leaned into your hands, sighing.

Across the block at a red-light, Bucky glanced at his phone and smiled as he read over the text.

“I need to meet him before I agree to this.”

The light flicked green.

The Watchtower was a shadow of the place you used to know. Repairs were still being made leaving people crawling on every floor but the top level had been finished for two weeks now, leaving the New Avengers with their shared space.

Bucky had promised the team would be out when you arrived, save for Bob. As it was quiet when the elevator door opened, you were glad to see he'd kept that promise.

“Welcome back,” he called, walking up.

“Which room did you snag?” you scoffed, eyeing the decor. Minimalist, neutral tones. Far greyer than the old room you remembered.

“The biggest.” He said it like it was obvious. Maybe it should've been.

Hearing movement, you both turned as a shadow passed by the windows. The hunched shoulders were a dead giveaway, soft eyes flittering between the floor and you as the young man stepped down.

Bob wore a dark blue sweater that drowned his figure and dark jeans. His hair was still a shaggy length and dark brown from the recent pictures you'd seen. By all accounts, he looked normal, but the anxiety flowed off him in waves that crashed against your head.

His mind extends way beyond others.

“Hi,” he greeted softly, clearing his throat. “You're, uh, Bucky's friend?”

You introduced yourself, stepping forward to offer your hand. He was quick to step back even across the room, body tensing.

“Wait, don't. I'm not sure if I—”

“When's the last time you transported someone into a shame room?”

The shock on his face had you glancing at Bucky for answers.

“Last week,” he said, crossing his arms. “Nothing super dangerous. Uncomfortable, but we get a lot of repeats so we break off easily enough.”

“Wait, so how much do you already know?” Bob asked, arms wrapping around himself.

“Enough,” you and Bucky respond.

Bob sighed, head nodding along as he turned away. “Great, guess that makes it easier.”

“I wouldn't say that; you're guarded now.” You moved closer, keeping your steps slow and your hands behind your back. Bob remained tense but didn't shy away. “Bucky called me here to see if I could help you, but I came here to see if you even want it.”

“Well, uh…” he swallowed, head bowing.

Do you want my help? His eyes flashed wide, breath catching as he looked up. You kept your expression neutral as you raised a brow. Do you? This will only work if you want to put in the effort.

“Can you see everything?”

You fought not to smile at the childish awe in his voice as it echoed back to you. I'm not looking. I'm listening.

A series of curses and panicked background commentary had you laughing.

I've heard and seen a lot. Honestly, don’t worry about it.

“That's easy for you to say,” Robert grumbled. “I cant control my thoughts like you can.”

“Would you like to?”

“It's not that I don't want your help,” he said, hands tangling into his sweater. “I just don't want to hurt anyone again. A lot of people… Some don't snap out of what I make them see. It's bad.”

“I have faith in my mental state,” you assured him. “Mental barriers, especially. I need to see just how powerful you are, though. Because if you get past mine, that means I'll be training you through trial and error. It's risky but it's not impossible.”

Bob looked to Bucky. “Do you think that's a good idea?”

Your old friend shrugged. “I brought her in because she's good at what she does. Whatever she wants to do, I have to trust it's the right decision.”

“I could hurt her!” Bob breathed and looked back to you. “I could hurt you really, really bad. Are you sure you know what you're signing up for?”

“I read through your files. I saw the extent of your powers and the aftermath of the accident,” you explained. “I'm prepared to help you with all things mental and psychic, but trust has to go both ways.”

You raised your hand again. He flinched, shuffling back.

“You want to help me now. What if that changes?” he whispers. “What if you see what it's really like and it scares you?”

“We won't know unless we try.” You took a step. Hand outstretched.

Bob looked at Bucky again, as if waiting to see if anyone would disagree. Whatever he searched for wasn't there.

He sighed and met your gaze. Pale blue eyes, you noted, with colors shifting around the pupil.

“Okay,” he nodded, holding up a shaky hand. The skin was bitten raw around his nails, skin dry but warm. The moment you felt it, there was a pressure against your mental shields. You could see the darkness clouding around you, searching for a way in, but you held firm.

“Are you okay?” he whispered, arm trembling as he stood there. His eyes were closed, head turned away.

You smiled, holding in a laugh as you used your other hand to grab his. “I'm fine, Bob. You're definitely powerful.”

“But you didn't see anything?” he said, eyeing where you were joined.

“I've had years to work on my mental barriers. You can't breach what doesn't have an entrance.” You squeezed his hand. “This is a really good sign. I'm going to have to let you in at some point to see just how potent your power is, but we'll work up to that.”

“You really don't see anything?” he whispered, hope rising in his expression as he searched your gaze.

“Just you,” you promised, unable to keep from smiling. “We'll have to work on your projection. Your thoughts are…loud.”

His face flushed red as he pulled away, sputtering an apology. There was some halfass excuse about the bathroom as he fled. Bucky stepped up to fill the empty space.

“What was he thinking?”

“None of your business,” you chuckled. “You got a guest room for me?”

But you had to admit you were flattered. Mens’ thoughts usually came up with the same descriptions for you at first glance. All your life you'd been met with disgusting thoughts and hateful opinions or plain “hot” and “sexy.”

This might've been the first time a man had ever thought of you as “radiant” before.

[casuallyanidiot]

Got a fair few asks about Danny (aka Yandere Farmboy) and what he'd be like in marriage, with kids and the In-Laws etc. So here are a few HCs about that !

Tw. BabyTrapping, Yandere, Power Imbalance, Forced Marriage, Implied Noncon, Slut shaming, implied abortion, implied homophobia/transphobia at the end, Fem! AFAB! Reader

The Marriage

I've gone into some detail about how Danny would treat you once he got his hands on you in another ask. He likes getting you all dressed up and proper, and he never wants to see you with dirt smeared across your face ever again.

Danny would want to wait until you were pretty far into your pregnancy to actually marry you. Hell, he might even wait until you actually have his baby. You'd asked him to just get it over with right after he got your parent's permission to take you away from the farm and into his home, but he wanted everyone to see what you had become.

You aren't just some rat scurrying around town anymore. No, you're his. And now there's no way you can deny it. Because if you do, you risk being shunned by everyone.

"That poor Petusky kid... getting stuck with that whore."

"She's lucky he even keeps her around. If it were me, I would've run her off a long time ago."

Danny had you moved into his family home soon after the events of the first fic. He likes sitting there, rubbing your growing belly and murmuring words of comfort. He forces you to recline in a plush, padded rocking chair he made with his father just for you.

"This is the happiest I've ever been," he praised as he pressed kisses to your skin. He smiled at the way you flinched, and he cooed softly. "The wedding venue is booked. Plus I've got the bakery prepping a cake. A big one too, with your favorite flavors," He said. You don't remember telling him what they were. "We just gotta wait until this little one arrives. Getting married will be the best thing that's ever happened to you, I swear. Weddings are just... stressful. Don't want anything hurting the baby now, do we?"

Of course he doesn't let you work. You're his precious wife, after all. Plus he seethes at the thought of failing you, of letting you slip from his fingers and back into a life where he can't control your happily ever after. You'll have no financial freedom, that's for certain.

He's eerily attuned to your wants and needs. he's spent years observing you, your interests. The way your eyes would trail longingly on the other women in town with their nicer clothes, the way in school that you tried and tried to keep up with other academically. You wanted a better life. He had that. He could give you that.

He adores you, he really does. He'd buy you old Bronte sister novels and sit there with you when you'd struggle to read them. He comes back to you every day, no matter how sweaty and caked in mud he might be, pressing flowers into your hands.

Maybe if he'd been less of a creep, less desperate to possess you entirely, then perhaps he could've been the love of your life.

The In-Laws

Danny's parents, like mentioned in the original fic, are pretty much the wealthiest people in town if not the entire area. They own several cattle ranches and acres upon acres of land that's perfect for tilling. Really they're the exact opposite of your family.

They aren't unkind per se, but you could definitely feel them judging you whenever you had spoken to them in the past. They'd smile at you in an overly friendly manner that felt empty as it looked nice. Just typical southern politeness wrapped in a shiny veneer.

That being said, when Danny came to them one day, dragging your shaking form in front of them, they knew something was up. There's no reason a girl like you should seem so upset that their precious baby boy was promising her the moon and stars. When he goes on to explain " She's gonna have my baby. I know you should wait until marriage and all, but we got to excited and well..."

A shotgun marriage with the town tramp. Not exactly ideal for a sterling reputation, but they could work with this. Most of the town would probably judge you no matter what, but Danny's parents subtly nudge people to think of you like some gold digger.

They can sense that Danny did something to you. You flinch sometimes when you think no one is looking, and his mother has caught you crying alone in some random room in their big house a couple times. Unfortunately, though, you're far less important to them than their son. If he wanted you that badly, he can have you. They're just gonna make sure everything stays under wraps.

Danny's father doesn't really care for you one way or another. He doesn't really get what his kid sees in you, but then again, he can kind of see why the boy grew up to be so damn possessive. He had traditional values pummeled into him from a young age, and what's more traditional than marrying your high school sweetheart and providing for her and your family? Once you get cleaned up a bit and start living with them more often, he quietly accepts you as part of the family. He likes whittling toys for your new arrival when he's not working or with his wife, and he finds you to be a pleasant addition. Overall, he'll keep his mouth shut on what Danny did for the sake of everyone in the family and for his own peace.

Danny's mother on the other hand is quite involved when it comes to you. Your her daughter in-law! Ain't that something? It's kind of clear that she doesn't like you from the beginning, but she can't get rid of you and sweep you under the rug in the way she'd like. If it was up to her, you'd be headed for some backwater clinic before being shipped off to the big city, never to be seen again. But Danny loves you, and she can't exactly stop him without risking putting him in jail or having their reputation ruined. So, you stay, much to her resentment.

Second to Danny, she spends the most time with you. She's a housewife as well, so she helps you learn how to take care of a proper household for once. Your manners and demeanor are awful in her opinion. You're too skittish and sad looking! So what if you've been forced to marry your stalker? Don't you know how many other girls would've killed for this, young lady? Just like her husband, though, she becomes more fond of you over time. Once you're settled in and start meekly accepting her offers to bake, clean, and do general busy work with her, she starts actually seeing you not as her son's property, but as her daughter. She had all boys after all, so it's nice to have another girl in the house. She keeps tabs on you for Danny, sending him candid photos of you and the baby once it arrives. Now that she actually likes you, sweeping the whole thing under the rug changes to include keeping you as well.

Danny has little sibling as well: two younger brothers. They're both far younger than him, and they don't really have an opinion of you one way or another. You just kind of... appeared in their house one day. Their mom and dad started stressing for a while, and you didn't seem too happy either, so what was this whole deal? I think they'd be very kind to you initially, bothering you to play and sharing sweets when they wished to, and they're both curious and annoyed about the fact that a baby is going to join them soon.

I think that while the siblings don't learn about what happened to you, their perception of love and morality would be heavily skewed by the fact that you, being scared and held in the house against your will, and their big brother are presented as the pinnacle of romance.

Overall, you'd be accepted, but there are definitely a lot of strings attached to that.

The kids

I think Danny really loves his kids with you. Or rather, he loves the idea of having a family more than he actually would the kids themselves. He's always had this dream that the two of you would be lost in a fluffy, domestic bliss until the day you died, and part of that meant a few little ones running around.

He's a good dad in the sense that he'd always be there for them. He'd take them to games, to dance practice, teach them how to work in the fields and buy them gifts. He's very present, but it's always with an undercurrent of control. You don't want to ruin this happy family, do you now? Your kids love their father, they love this happy home, so don't you dare think about leaving, okay?

In addition, I think that Danny would have a really hard time dealing with a kid that deviated from what he considered to be "normal" or "traditional". Part of his whole power in their very conservative town is that his family is a paragon of tradition and "societal values". It's how he trapped the reader after all. But if his kids threatened that balance of power by trying to leave the farm, go to the city, or be anything other that what he'd been trying to turn them into, I think he would genuinely lose it. His kids are not people to him, they are ideas and pawns that he'd become attached to.

If the kids turned out to be more like him in possessive, controlling behavior, then I think then he'd probably recognize them as their own individuals rather than just an fantasy he had for a legacy or a life with the reader.

[leriexoxo]

The Things We Never Said

Hyunjin x Reader

Tags: 18+ (minors DNI), heavy emotional angst, rejection, heartbreak, sexual content (soft & rough, mirror sex, aftercare, etc.), swearing, crying, pining, miscommunication, Slow burn, angst, friends-to-lovers, hurt/comfort.

Word Count: 9k

Summary: You’d been in love with Hyunjin for years, always stuck somewhere between friendship and almost. When you finally confessed, he rejected you—and then tried to pretend nothing happened. You did your best to move on, even let someone else in… until Hyunjin realized too late that he loved you too. Now he’s at your door in the rain, desperate for a second chance—and you don’t know if your heart is ready to break all over again.

This work contains mature themes, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!

•••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

You met Hyunjin the summer after high school ended.

He was loud. That was the first thing you noticed. He laughed with his whole chest, talked with his hands, and never seemed to run out of things to say, even when no one was listening. You’d been dragged to a bonfire by your childhood friend, Jiyeon, and suddenly there he was—sitting cross-legged in the grass with his hair tied up and his head tilted back as he tried to balance a beer can on his forehead.

You didn’t say much to him that night. But he noticed you. You knew, because he kept trying to make you laugh.

He succeeded, a little. And then again. And again.

And by the end of the night, when Jiyeon shouted, “We’re getting ramen after this, let’s go!” and you instinctively began to gather your things, Hyunjin turned to you and said, “You’re coming too, right?”

It wasn’t even a question, not really. Just a smile. A light in his voice.

And somehow, without even realizing it, you became part of the group.

He was the kind of person who pulled people in without trying. Messy and ridiculous and disarmingly soft around the edges. He made the quiet ones talk. Made the serious ones laugh. And you—he made you feel like maybe it wasn’t so bad, being seen.

You became friends slowly. Not all at once, not in that immediate, magnetic way some people describe. It was more like… a comfort you grew used to. Like warm socks in winter. Like the sound of the microwave at 2am.

You sat next to him at game nights. He always offered you the last slice of pizza, even when he obviously wanted it. He texted you the dumbest memes at 3am. Brought you coffee without asking what you liked. He just guessed. He was right.

He remembered things you didn’t expect anyone to remember—your cousin’s name, your pet peeves, the exact date you said you were dreading a dentist appointment.

You never let yourself overthink it.

He was like that with everyone.

It didn’t mean anything.

At least, that’s what you told yourself.

But then came the long drives.

The ones where you sat shotgun, feet on the dash, window cracked open, his playlist humming low between the silence. The ones where he’d ask questions like, “Do you think people always know when they’re falling for someone?” with a weird little smile, and you’d pretend it didn’t send your heart into overdrive.

You didn’t know when it happened. When liking him stopped being a quiet crush and became a permanent ache under your ribs.

But by the time you realized it, it was already too late.

It didn’t happen all at once, but looking back, you could see the moment things started to shift.

It was a Wednesday. Rainy. One of those days where everything felt half-slow and half-noisy, like the world couldn’t decide if it wanted to rest or scream. You had been late to dinner—group dinner, as usual. Everyone had already ordered. Someone had stolen your usual seat.

Without missing a beat, Hyunjin scooted over, patted the bench beside him, and said, “Sit here.”

It wasn’t the first time he’d done something like that. It wasn’t even that significant. But when you sat, when your knee pressed against his, and he didn’t move an inch—you couldn’t ignore it anymore.

His shoulder bumped yours every time he laughed. You felt it in your bones.

And when he leaned down to whisper something only meant for you—something stupid and irrelevant about the waiter’s mustache—you laughed too loudly, too quickly, just to distract yourself from how warm his breath felt against your cheek.

Jiyeon gave you a look. The kind that said oh.

You didn’t want to talk about it.

From then on, everything became sharp-edged.

Every car ride. Every lazy afternoon curled on his couch. Every group hangout that ended with the two of you lingering after everyone else left.

You stopped seeing your friends. You started seeing him.

You memorized the way his fingers looked when he was focused—thumb tucked under his chin, brows drawn. The way he fidgeted when he was nervous, like during that open mic night when his leg wouldn’t stop bouncing. The way he whispered your name when you drifted off during late movies, like it meant more than just waking you up.

You knew it didn’t. Not to him.

But it was starting to mean everything to you.

You tried to tell yourself it would pass.

You tried to flirt with someone else at Jiyeon’s party—a guy who was sweet and cute and definitely into you. But then you caught Hyunjin watching from the kitchen, eyebrows slightly furrowed, his cup clutched too tightly in his hand.

Later that night, when the guy asked for your number, you hesitated.

And Hyunjin—who hadn’t spoken a word about it—offered to walk you home.

You let him. Of course you did.

And as you walked side by side in silence, your jacket tucked beneath his arm like a second thought, you wondered what it would be like to reach over. To grab his hand. To say it out loud, right then.

But you didn’t.

Because you were still scared of the answer.

⸻

The moment came two weeks later.

Another rooftop, another night, another group hangout gone late. Everyone had gone back downstairs. Only you and Hyunjin remained, curled under a blanket, half-drunk, half-exhausted, watching the city blink in soft, slow pulses.

You felt full and empty all at once.

And then he said, “You’ve been quiet lately. Like… inside-your-head quiet.”

You blinked. “Have I?”

He nodded. “Yeah. You do that when something’s eating you.”

You laughed softly. “That obvious, huh?”

“To me, yeah.”

And just like that, the words pushed up your throat like they’d been waiting.

“I like you.”

It came out too fast. Too raw. You didn’t look at him when you said it. You stared at the skyline like it could save you.

He went still beside you.

You felt it. The pause. The absence.

Then—

“…Don’t.”

Silence. Loud silence.

Your heart crumpled in real time.

“Don’t what?”

“Don’t say it,” he said softly. “Please.”

You turned then. Looked him in the face.

He wasn’t angry. Wasn’t mocking you. Just… heartbroken in a way that made no sense.

“I didn’t want this to change anything,” he whispered.

You laughed once. Just a breath. Just enough to keep from crying.

“Well,” you said. “Too late for that.”

—

You didn’t cry that night.

Not when he reached for your hand and you pulled away.

Not when you stood up too fast and nearly tripped over the blanket.

Not when he said your name like he didn’t know how to say anything else. Like it could still fix it.

You just left.

You went down the stairs and out the door and didn’t stop walking until the city swallowed the rooftop behind you. And when you got home, you showered like you were trying to wash it off. The rooftop, the night, the words. Him.

You climbed into bed in a pair of socks that didn’t match and stared at the ceiling until your eyes stopped burning.

And even then, you didn’t cry.

You just hurt.

You thought maybe he’d give you space.

That he’d let the silence stretch between you until it thinned into distance—polite, painful, but necessary. That was what people did when they didn’t feel the same, wasn’t it? They stepped back. Gave you room to breathe. To grieve.

But Hyunjin didn’t.

The very next morning, he texted you like nothing happened.

hyunjin:

“u up?”

hyunjin:

“wanna get coffee before you go to class?”

hyunjin:

“or not. either way i hope you slept okay.”

You didn’t answer.

Not because you wanted to be dramatic—but because you didn’t know how to be normal around him anymore.

Because nothing felt normal.

That weekend, you saw him again—against your better judgment. Jiyeon had begged you to come to their little movie night, the usual group, just “lowkey and chill.” She’d even promised to make your favorite dumplings.

You told yourself you could handle it.

You were wrong.

He looked up the second you walked in. Said your name with that same soft inflection, like the last three days hadn’t shattered you. Like your confession had been a dream and not a detonation.

You sat on the far end of the couch. He noticed. Didn’t say anything.

Halfway through the movie, he leaned over the armrest and whispered, “You okay?”

You didn’t turn.

You didn’t answer.

You just smiled at the TV screen and hoped no one could see how tightly your hands were clenched in your lap.

⸻

You tried to pull away.

Not just from Hyunjin—but from everything. The group chat, the hangouts, the drop-by visits. You skipped brunches. You started sitting in new spots during class. You made yourself busy with things that didn’t include him.

He noticed.

Of course he noticed.

But instead of leaving you alone, he chased harder.

He started showing up in ways he never had before. More texts. More “hey, haven’t seen you in a while” messages in the group. Random pictures sent to you privately—funny signs, cats that looked like yours, memes he used to tag you in without asking.

He still made you coffee sometimes. Left it at your door with a note that said nothing more than “You still like oat milk, right?”

It broke you.

Not because he was cruel. But because he was still kind. Because his version of “normal” made it impossible for you to move on.

⸻

Jiyeon called you one night after another canceled invite.

“You okay?”

You paused. Then, “Yeah. Just been tired.”

“You and Hyunjin haven’t talked.”

“I know.”

There was a quiet moment.

Then she said, softly, “You know he thinks everything’s fine, right? That he didn’t break anything.”

You didn’t know how to answer that.

So you didn’t.

—

You made it twelve days.

Twelve days of answering texts with forced emojis.

Twelve days of dodging hangouts, rerouting your walk to class, pretending you weren’t constantly bracing for the next time he’d show up.

You were holding yourself together with duct tape and denial—and Hyunjin kept peeling it off with every well-meaning smile, every gesture that used to feel like comfort and now felt like cruelty.

So when Jiyeon’s birthday rolled around, you told yourself you could survive it.

One night. One dinner. You could smile for a few hours, eat some cake, laugh at a few jokes, and go home.

But then he sat next to you. And that was the beginning of the end.

He didn’t even hesitate.

Walked in with that warm, open energy that had once made you feel safe and now just made your heart twist the wrong way. He saw you across the table, grinned like nothing was wrong, and dropped into the empty seat beside you like it belonged to him.

“Hey,” he said, nudging your shoulder. “You look nice.”

You didn’t answer. Not right away.

You forced a tight smile. “Thanks.”

He tilted his head. “Haven’t seen you all week. You ghosted me again.”

Again.

Like it was a joke. Like it was cute.

You blinked down at your plate. Your heart was pounding. He kept going.

“You still mad at me?” he teased gently. “Come on. I know I’m annoying, but I’m not that bad.”

You laughed. Not because it was funny.

Because something inside you snapped.

You stood up.

He blinked at you, confused, one hand reaching slightly like he thought you might fall. “Wait—”

“I need some air.”

You didn’t look at him as you walked out.

The street was quiet. Cold. A relief.

You leaned against the wall of the restaurant and closed your eyes, willing yourself not to cry. Not here. Not now. Not because of him.

But then the door creaked open behind you, and you knew.

Of course he followed.

“Hey,” he said softly. “Did I… did I do something?”

You turned, finally. Looked him in the face.

And you couldn’t do it anymore.

“I told you I liked you,” you said, voice cracking. “And you rejected me. Which—I get it, okay? That’s fine. You didn’t owe me anything.”

“…I never meant to—”

“But then you kept showing up,” you went on, too fast now, too full. “You kept texting, kept smiling, kept acting like nothing changed. Like it didn’t wreck me to be around you.”

He went still.

“I needed space, Hyunjin. I needed time. But you—you just kept being you. And that made it worse.”

He opened his mouth. Closed it again. “I didn’t know what else to do,” he said finally.

“You could’ve let me go.”

The silence between you was unbearable.

You took a step back.

“I’m not mad at you,” you whispered. “But I can’t be your friend right now. I’m sorry.”

And then you left him standing there, under the soft glow of the restaurant lights, with nothing but the echo of your voice and the pieces you hadn’t been able to hold onto anymore.

—

He didn’t text the next day.

Or the one after.

For the first time in weeks, your phone stayed silent—no morning messages, no dumb inside jokes, no pictures of dogs in sunglasses or bad street poetry. You thought it would feel like relief.

It didn’t. It felt like absence.

Like a door finally closing after weeks of creaking on its hinges.

And part of you wanted to pry it open again—just to make sure he was still there. Still existing in the same world, breathing the same air. But you didn’t. You couldn’t.

You had meant what you said.

You couldn’t be his friend. Not like this.

The group chat slowed without you.

Or maybe you just stopped checking. Muted it. Let the messages pile up without opening them. Jiyeon texted once or twice—“are you okay?” and “you don’t have to explain, just letting you know I’m here”—but even she understood.

You weren’t ready to talk. Not about it. Not about him.

You weren’t even sure what about him meant anymore.

It had been easier when you were just friends. Easier to joke, to sit close, to share blankets and drinks and late-night walks without wondering if it meant something.

Now you couldn’t look at your favorite coffee shop without remembering how he used to order your drink before you got there.

Couldn’t listen to certain songs without hearing the way he hummed under his breath when he thought you weren’t listening.

Couldn’t step onto the rooftop without your chest tightening like it was still holding the echo of your confession.

⸻

Hyunjin didn’t come looking for you.

Not at first.

You heard from Jiyeon that he was “laying low.” That he’d been quieter, less involved, skipping a few hangouts here and there. He wasn’t himself, she said.

You wanted to tell her neither were you.

But what good would it do?

The damage was already done. And unlike him, you couldn’t keep pretending you hadn’t bled for it.

One week later, you ran into him.

Not dramatically—not on a rainy street or in a dark hallway—but in line at the grocery store, both of you clutching baskets filled with microwave meals and snacks you didn’t need.

You saw him before he saw you.

And for a moment, you thought about leaving your cart and walking out.

But he turned.

He blinked. Paused. Said your name like a question.

“Hey.”

You swallowed. “Hey.”

It was awful.

Awkward in a way that made your skin itch. He reached up and scratched the back of his neck, looked down at your basket like it was easier than looking at your face.

“How’ve you been?” he asked.

You could’ve lied. You should’ve.

But you shrugged. “I’ve been better.”

Something in his face twisted.

“I miss you,” he said quietly. No preamble. No smile.

You didn’t answer.

Didn’t trust yourself to.

Because hearing it didn’t fix anything.

It didn’t pull the broken pieces back together or rewrite the moment on the rooftop or un-crack the parts of you that had already started healing from the silence.

All it did was ache.

Even after that quiet moment at the grocery store, even after his eyes followed you all the way to the exit like he still had something left to say. You didn’t reach out.

Because missing you wasn’t the same as wanting you.

And you were done trying to read between lines he wasn’t brave enough to cross.

So, you made yourself move on.

Not out of spite, but out of survival.

You said yes to more invitations, even if it meant sitting in circles he’d never touched. You started spending time with people who didn’t already know your story—or worse, the part where your story had ended.

You met a boy named Minho through your literature elective. He made snide comments about every poem you read in class, and sometimes he offered you half of his protein bar even when you didn’t ask.

He was safe. He didn’t look at you like he remembered every time your heart had cracked open.

He didn’t remind you of anything.

You went for coffee once. Then again. He made you laugh.

It didn’t make your heart race.

But it made the ache dull.

And that was enough.

⸻

Jiyeon noticed the change in you before you did.

“You’re glowing,” she teased one night as the two of you walked home from a dinner that didn’t include Hyunjin for the first time in months.

You rolled your eyes. “Don’t start.”

“I’m serious,” she grinned. “It’s like… you’re coming back to life a little.”

You smiled softly. You didn’t say it, but you felt it too.

The quiet felt less suffocating.

Your chest didn’t tighten every time you heard his name.

You weren’t happy—not all the way. But you weren’t drowning anymore.

That was something.

You saw Hyunjin again two weeks later. Unplanned. At a gallery opening hosted by a mutual friend.

He was standing by the window with a drink in hand, talking to someone you didn’t recognize.

He looked… different.

Tired, maybe. Older somehow. Like he’d finally started carrying the weight you’d been dragging alone.

You tried not to look at him. Tried harder not to feel anything. But the moment he saw you—really saw you—his whole body shifted.

He excused himself from the conversation and made his way over before you had time to turn.

“Hey.”

You stared at him for a long beat. “Hey.”

“I heard about your reading,” he said, a little breathless. “Jiyeon said you’re submitting that short story to the contest next month.”

You nodded. “Yeah. Thought I’d give it a shot.”

His smile was proud, but his eyes were careful. “That’s… really cool. You always talked about writing more.”

You didn’t know what to say to that.

Because yeah, you did.

And he used to be the person you shared your rough drafts with.

You sipped your drink.

He hesitated. Then, “Can we talk?”

You blinked. “We are talking.”

“No, I mean… actually talk. About everything. About what I did—or didn’t do. I know I hurt you.”

You exhaled through your nose. “You didn’t mean to.”

“I know,” he said. “But I did anyway.”

He paused.

“I didn’t say what you needed to hear that night. Not because I didn’t care, but because I panicked. I thought if I said it wrong, I’d lose you completely.”

You laughed, bitter. “Newsflash.”

“I know,” he said again. Quiet. “I didn’t know how to be honest with you without breaking something. And then I broke it anyway.”

There was a beat of silence between you.

You looked at him. Really looked at him.

And for the first time, you saw guilt.

Not just regret. Not just nostalgia.

Real guilt. Like he finally understood what it meant to be the one who got to walk away clean.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I should’ve let you go when you asked me to. I should’ve respected the space you needed. I thought staying close meant I still mattered to you.”

“You did,” you whispered. “But it hurt too much.”

“I get that now.”

You nodded.

“I’m not asking to fix things,” he added. “Not tonight. Maybe not ever. But I wanted you to know—I see it. Everything I ignored. And I’m sorry.”

You didn’t cry.

You didn’t reach for him, didn’t tell him it was okay.

Because it wasn’t. Not really.

But hearing it? It helped.

—

You kept seeing Minho.

Not often. Not seriously. But enough.

Enough to make people start asking. Enough to let the idea hang in the air—like a question you were never quite ready to answer.

He was calm where Hyunjin had been chaotic.

Confident without being loud.

Sharp-tongued, but thoughtful when it counted.

You didn’t burn for him, not in the way you had for Hyunjin.

But that was the point, wasn’t it?

Minho made it easy to breathe. Easy to exist without constantly trying to guess what came next.

And for a while, that was enough.

You started smiling again. Real ones.

You stopped checking your phone for messages that never came.

Stopped wondering what Hyunjin was doing on a Friday night or who he was laughing with or if he ever thought about the rooftop and the way you’d looked at him like you had something left to lose.

You stopped bleeding, even if you still bruised.

And when Minho asked if you wanted to get dinner—just the two of you this time—you said yes.

Because you wanted to try.

Even if your heart still twitched at the sound of someone else’s name.

⸻

You didn’t mean for Hyunjin to find out about Minho that way.

But the world was small, and the friend group smaller.

He saw you across the quad one day—Minho beside you, walking close, laughing low at something you said. You didn’t notice Hyunjin sitting on the low wall by the fountain, earbuds in but music off, eyes catching on you like a hook in water.

You didn’t see the way he stilled.

Didn’t see the way his jaw clenched when Minho leaned in to adjust the strap of your bag.

Didn’t hear the breath he held until it burned.

But later that night, you got a message.

[10:03 PM] Hyunjin: so it’s real? you and him?

You stared at it for a long time.

Your fingers hovered over the screen. Typed. Deleted. Typed again.

[10:09 PM] You: I’m trying to move on.

No reply came.

Not that night. Not the next day.

But Jiyeon texted you the morning after: Did something happen with Hyunjin? He was weird today. Like really weird.

You didn’t answer.

Because you knew exactly what happened.

—

Hyunjin didn’t understand it.

Not at first.

He thought the ache in his chest was guilt. Maybe even jealousy in the shallow way—like possessiveness, like territorial instinct. The kind of pang you feel when someone you used to be close with starts laughing a little too freely without you.

But it wasn’t that.

It was something deeper. Wilder.

More like grief.

Because you weren’t just someone anymore.

You weren’t even his almost.

You were someone else’s maybe.

And that was what shattered him.

Because when you left, he missed the way you looked at him. Missed your laugh, your stupid overthinking texts, the way you always brought him snacks when he forgot to eat. He missed your presence.

But now—now he missed your possibility.

Now he missed what he never let himself want.

He started spiraling quietly.

He didn’t bring you up. Not to anyone. Not even Jiyeon.

But he was short-tempered, restless. Said no to hangouts, stayed up too late doing nothing, stared at half-written texts he never sent.

He kept seeing you in crowded rooms—never alone, always glowing a little too much beside someone else.

Minho touched you gently. Laughed easily. Didn’t flinch when your arm brushed his.

And Hyunjin hated it.

Because Minho hadn’t hesitated.

Minho didn’t push you away and then regret it after.

Minho got to hold the part of you that Hyunjin threw away out of fear.

It took him two weeks to admit it to himself.

Not just the feelings. But the failure.

He hadn’t been confused. He’d been a coward.

He let you fall while he stood on the edge, too afraid to jump.

And now someone else was learning all the soft, sacred pieces of you he never deserved.

—

You weren’t expecting anyone that night.

It was raining. The kind of rain that didn’t come with thunder—just a quiet, steady fall that wrapped the city in soft gray noise. You had a hoodie on, socks mismatched, fingers curled around a mug of tea gone cold on your desk.

Your phone lit up twice—one from Minho, one from Jiyeon—but you didn’t open either.

Some nights were like this. Still on the surface, but storming underneath.

You didn’t think anything of the knock at your door.

Just a neighbor, maybe. A package. Maybe Jiyeon needing to vent.

But when you opened it—

Your whole body froze.

There he was.

Hyunjin.

Soaked to the bone, hood pushed back, hair dripping onto the collar of his jacket. His eyes looked darker than usual—not angry, not cold.

Just… raw.

Like he hadn’t slept.

Like he hadn’t smiled in days.

You couldn’t say anything. Couldn’t even move.

“I know I shouldn’t be here,” he said quietly.

His voice was hoarse, frayed at the edges.

“Just—can you let me talk? Please.”

You stepped back.

Barely. A breath of space.

And he took it like it was a lifeline.

He stood in your entryway dripping water onto your rug, shivering slightly, looking around like it was all unfamiliar.

But you both knew it wasn’t.

“You’re still drinking that chamomile stuff,” he murmured, eyes catching the mug on your desk. “I always hated the way it smelled.”

You didn’t answer.

Didn’t tell him you started drinking it more after he stopped texting you.

Didn’t tell him Minho liked it. Said it suited you.

Hyunjin swallowed. “I’ve been an idiot.”

You crossed your arms.

“I don’t mean the usual kind of idiot,” he added quickly. “I mean… the kind who gets handed something rare—something real—and is too scared to hold onto it.”

Your throat tightened.

“I told myself I didn’t want to risk losing you,” he went on. “But I lost you anyway, didn’t I?”

You said nothing.

Because the pain was still there. The crack. The weight. The memory of the rooftop and the way his silence felt like your own body turning against you.

“I saw you with Minho,” he admitted, eyes searching yours now. “And it hurt. God, it fucking hurt. Not because he did anything wrong—he didn’t. He’s good to you. I could see it. That’s what scared me.”

You looked down.

He took a step closer.

“Because I realized I didn’t want you to move on,” he whispered. “Not from me.”

A breath caught in your chest.

“I wanted to be the one who made you laugh like that. The one who made you feel seen. But I gave that up, didn’t I? I gave it up because I was too much of a coward to admit I loved you.”

The silence rang loud.

Too loud.

You blinked, voice breaking. “Loved?”

His face crumpled—gently, like he was unraveling all at once.

“Love,” he corrected. “I love you. Present tense.”

A pause.

And then, softer:

“I don’t expect you to forgive me. I don’t expect you to take me back. But if there’s even a piece of you that still feels something… I had to come. I had to try. Because if I lose you forever without telling you how I feel, I won’t survive it.”

You stared at him. At the boy who once shattered your heart and then stood there hoping you’d pretend it never happened.

Only now, he wasn’t asking you to pretend.

He was asking you to believe him.

To believe this mattered. To believe you mattered.

Even after everything.

You stood there trembling.

His words echoed through the room, too loud and too soft all at once. You hadn’t meant to cry, but the tears were already sliding down your face—slow, silent, uninvited. You didn’t even try to stop them.

You didn’t know what to say.

Because you had wanted this. You had dreamed of this.

And now that it was here, it didn’t feel real.

Your fingers clenched at your sides.

You still loved him. God, you loved him so much it hurt.

That was the problem. That had always been the problem.

You had never stopped.

You turned away before he could see your face break completely. Your voice came out thin.

“Your clothes are soaked. You’re gonna get sick.”

He didn’t answer. Didn’t move.

You went to your drawer and pulled out a hoodie—his, ironically, one he’d left at your place months ago and probably forgotten. You hadn’t. You wore it once when the world felt especially heavy.

You walked back and handed it to him, not meeting his eyes.

“There’s towels in the bathroom,” you mumbled. “You can dry off in there.”

He hesitated. Then nodded, quiet. “Thanks.”

You didn’t say anything else.

—

The rain got heavier.

It pounded against your windows, against the balcony outside your room. The whole apartment felt suspended in that stormy cocoon—like time had been paused by the sky itself.

You stood by your bed, arms around yourself, chest aching.

How many times had you imagined this moment?

How many times had you told yourself it would never come?

And now he was here.

In your bathroom. Wearing the hoodie you used to cry in. Telling you he loved you.

Your knees nearly buckled under the weight of it.

When he stepped out again, hair damp but drying, hoodie slung over his frame like it still belonged to him, he looked… softer.

Not small. Just real.

Your gaze lifted. Locked with his.

Neither of you spoke.

But something shifted.

In the stretch of silence. In the sound of the storm. In the space between your heart and his.

And then, he moved.

Slowly.

Deliberately.

Like he wasn’t sure if he had the right. Like he wanted to give you every chance to step back.

You didn’t. You didn’t move an inch.

Not even when he reached out, thumb brushing just under your eye to catch a tear you hadn’t noticed was still falling.

“Still hurts?” he whispered.

You nodded. A breath.

“Me too.”

Then—

His hand slid to your jaw, gentle, reverent.

And he kissed you.

It wasn’t hungry or desperate.

It was slow. Careful. Terrified.

Like he was asking.

Please. Let me back in.

And you— You let him.

Because your heart had never been Minho’s.

Because you never stopped waiting for this.

For Hyunjin.

For this kiss.

For him.

His lips moved like he was afraid to touch you fully.

Not because he didn’t want to—because he did, you could feel it, the trembling in his fingers, the way his breath stuttered against your cheek—but because he was terrified of breaking you again.

And maybe he already had.

Maybe you were already in pieces, just standing there, letting him kiss you.

But your hands found his hoodie, your fingers curling tight into the fabric at his chest, and you tilted your head into him, letting the kiss deepen. Just slightly. Just enough.

He gasped when you kissed back.

A sound so full of relief, you nearly choked on it.

His arms came around you in a rush then, like he’d been holding back every instinct for weeks and couldn’t anymore—like he was suddenly starving and you were the only thing that could fill him.

You clung to him just as desperately.

It was messy. It was soaked in heartbreak. It tasted like too much and not enough.

He kissed you like he was scared this would be the last time.

And maybe it would be, if you didn’t speak now.

You broke the kiss with a trembling breath, forehead pressed to his, his hands still cradling your face.

Your voice cracked.

“I waited for you.”

His whole body stilled.

“I waited, and you didn’t come.”

“God,” he whispered, eyes squeezing shut. “I know.”

You were crying again. Quiet. Angry at yourself for still loving him. Angry at him for giving you this only after you’d shattered trying to forget.

“I couldn’t even look at Minho without thinking of you,” you said. “I tried. I wanted to move on. But you—” your voice broke, “you were everywhere.”

Hyunjin’s eyes opened. Bloodshot. Glistening.

“You should hate me,” he said. “I hate me.”

“Then why didn’t you just say yes?” you asked, choking on it. “On that rooftop. Why did you make me beg for a rejection?”

“I was scared,” he confessed, so broken it hurt to hear. “You were real. You were everything. I didn’t know how to be the person who deserved you.”

“Then why now?” you whispered. “Why come back?”

He brushed his thumb over your cheek again, voice shaking.

“Because I couldn’t breathe without you. I thought I could live with letting you go, but I couldn’t. I tried. I tried so hard. But seeing you with him—” he swallowed hard—“I lost my mind. Not because of jealousy. Because I knew he could give you what I threw away.”

You didn’t speak.

Couldn’t.

You leaned into him, both of you trembling.

And then his mouth was on yours again—more desperate this time, more raw, like the floodgates had broken and neither of you knew how to stop.

His hands cupped your face, then tangled in your hair.

Yours slid under the hoodie, fingers curling into his shirt like he’d disappear if you didn’t hold on tight enough.

It wasn’t about sex.

It wasn’t even about comfort.

It was grief.

It was love.

It was apology.

And it was need.

You kissed like you were trying to put all the broken pieces back in each other.

And for a moment, maybe you did.

—

The next morning, the world was hushed.

Golden light streamed through the blinds, soft and warm, like the universe was trying to offer you a gentle landing after the storm.

Hyunjin was still asleep on your couch, one arm draped over his eyes, the borrowed hoodie rising and falling with each breath. He looked peaceful. Tired. Like someone who had cried himself to sleep in someone else’s arms.

Because he had.

And you… you were wide awake.

Your heart felt like a tender bruise. Not aching in the same sharp way it used to, but sore with memory. With love. With everything you still hadn’t unpacked.

And there was still one thing you had to do.

You sat in the café before Minho arrived, nursing a coffee you barely touched. Your hands were cold, even with the cup between them.

He spotted you from the door, gave you a soft, tired smile.

He already knew.

Minho sat down across from you like it wasn’t the end of something. He didn’t even make you start.

“You let him in.”

You swallowed. “Yeah.”

He nodded slowly, then looked out the window for a long moment.

“I figured it would happen,” he said, tone light, but not careless. “He had that look in his eyes when he saw us. Like someone waking up too late.”

“I never tried to use you,” you whispered. “I promise. I just… didn’t want to keep bleeding over him forever.”

“I know.”

Silence stretched. Comfortable. Sad.

“I liked you,” he said. “A lot. Still do, in a way. But I could never get to the place he had in you. You looked at me and I always saw him sitting behind your eyes.”

Tears welled again. You didn’t want to cry—not for this. Not for hurting someone who didn’t deserve it.

But Minho smiled.

“I’m not mad. Heartbreak’s messy. And I’d rather lose like this than keep you with me when your heart’s still somewhere else.”

You blinked, stunned.

“You’re kind of perfect,” you muttered, wiping a tear.

Minho grinned. “Don’t forget it.”

And just like that, he stood, patted your head, and said goodbye.

⸻

Hyunjin waited until you were ready.

For a week, he gave you space. Checked in gently. No pressure. Just warmth. Just patience.

And then— He asked if he could take you out. On a real date.

You stared at the message for a long time before smiling.

Yes.

It was an easy answer.

He took you to the planetarium.

It was quiet, empty enough that your footsteps echoed as you walked side by side into the main observatory dome. The room was dark, filled with a slow-spinning map of the stars across the curved ceiling. Everything glowed faintly blue and silver.

You stood there in the dark, hand brushing against his.

He turned to you with a soft smile. “When I was a kid, I used to think people became stars when they died.”

You looked at him, heart full.

“I think people are stars,” you said. “We just don’t always shine the same.”

He stared at you, eyes wide, something fragile flickering behind them.

“You’re unreal,” he whispered.

You reached for his hand fully this time. “So are you.”

He kissed you under a sky of constellations, hand on your waist, lips soft and sure. There was no rush, no storm.

Just you. And him.

And something whole blooming between you.

You didn’t say it out loud that night, but you felt it so deeply it poured out of you anyway—through your smile, your kiss, your laughter, your joy.

You were smitten.

So in love it made your chest ache in the best way.

He looked at you like he was seeing the stars for the first time.

And for the first time in a long time…

You felt complete.

—

The special moments started small.

A look that lingered too long.

A touch that lasted a heartbeat more than it should.

A silence that simmered.

You noticed it the second time he kissed you.

The night after the planetarium, when he walked you home again and kissed you outside your door like he wasn’t ready to let go yet. You had your hands tangled in the front of his coat, half on your tiptoes, the warmth of his breath brushing against your lips even after the kiss ended.

You’d pulled away first. Barely.

And he’d looked at you like that—like his control was fraying.

“I should go,” he murmured, but he didn’t move.

Your fingers had clenched tighter in his coat.

So close. So warm. So real.

“Yeah,” you breathed, your voice too soft, too unsure. “Probably.”

He kissed you again anyway. Deeper this time.

It kept happening.

Little moments that crackled with heat.

Moments that made your skin tingle and your thoughts spiral.

He’d tuck your hair behind your ear and let his fingers trail just a little too long against your jaw.

You’d lie on your couch watching a movie and realize his thumb was drawing slow circles into the back of your hand without even thinking about it.

He’d lean in to whisper something and you’d feel his breath on your neck, and your body would ache.

You never said it.

But he felt it too.

You could see it in the way his jaw tightened when you wore shorts around him. The way he looked away fast, and then looked back, like he couldn’t stop himself. The way his fingers would twitch in his lap like they were remembering the shape of your hips.

Neither of you pushed it.

It was careful. Respectful.

But it burned.

⸻

One night, you ended up at his place after dinner. Nothing dramatic. Just takeout, music, the glow of his living room lamp.

You were in one of his hoodies again. Legs folded on his couch.

He was beside you, thigh pressed to yours, half-laughing at a story you told about Minho getting kicked out of a bookstore for sneezing too dramatically.

And then the laughter faded.

And there was quiet.

And you were looking at each other.

His smile softened. Melted.

“I love you,” he said suddenly.

You blinked.

“I know,” you whispered, heart stuttering.

He reached for you, one hand brushing your knee, then your hip, then your waist. His fingers curled there like they belonged.

“I think about you all the time,” he murmured. “Not just like this. I mean… everything. I think about waking up beside you. Cooking with you. Fighting over what movie to watch. I think about what it would be like to make love to someone I actually care about.”

Your breath caught.

You could feel your pulse in your throat.

“And I think about touching you,” he added, voice barely above a whisper. “More than I should. Sometimes it drives me crazy.”

You swallowed hard. “Hyunjin…”

His forehead dropped to yours, breath hot against your lips.

“I don’t wanna rush you. I don’t want to fuck this up. But… if you ever want me, really want me—”

“I do,” you whispered. “I do.”

He kissed you again.

And this time, it wasn’t soft.

It was hot and aching and honest.

A kiss that shook the air out of your lungs, that made you whimper into his mouth.

A kiss that told you he had been waiting.

His hand slid under the hem of your hoodie—slow, careful, worshipful. You felt his palm press against the bare skin of your lower back, and your entire body lit up.

Your hands fisted in his shirt, pulling him closer, legs shifting to straddle him without thinking.

You needed him.

Not just physically.

Fully.

And for the first time, you saw it in his eyes—how much he needed you too.

His breath trembled against your lips as he kissed you, deeper now—slow and searching, like he was committing you to memory.

You straddled his lap, knees tucked against the couch cushions, hoodie sliding up your thighs as his hands gripped your waist like he’d dreamt of this a thousand times and still couldn’t believe it was real.

Your hips tilted into him and god, he groaned—low, guttural, like the sound had been ripped from somewhere deep in his chest.

“Fuck, you feel good,” he whispered against your mouth.

You kissed him harder, dizzy with how much you wanted him. With how long you’d ached for this exact feeling—his hands on you, his mouth devouring you like he was starving.

“I’ve wanted this,” you breathed, forehead pressed to his. “Hyunjin, I’ve wanted you so bad—”

He surged up, catching your lips again, one hand cradling the back of your head while the other slid under your hoodie—warm palm pressing flat against your bare back. His touch burned, delicate and firm at once, like he didn’t know whether to cherish you or ruin you.

Maybe both.

You rolled your hips into him again and he lost it—his grip on you tightening, his mouth trailing fire down your jaw to your throat.

“Let me take you to my bed,” he whispered, voice wrecked. “Please. I need to see you—all of you.”

You nodded, breathless. “Take me.”

You barely made it to the room.

He kissed you the whole way there, backing you into the doorway, pulling your hoodie over your head and moaning when he saw you weren’t wearing anything underneath.

“Holy shit, baby…”

His hands roamed, reverent, worshipful—fingers trembling slightly as he cupped your breasts, kissed your collarbone, trailed down your ribs like he wanted to map every inch of you.

You undressed him too, slow and needy. Shirt first. Then pants. You couldn’t stop touching him—his lean lines, the muscles under smooth skin, the way his breath caught when your hands slid below his waistband.

And when you finally reached the bed, he laid you down so gently, like you were something precious. Then he hovered over you, eyes locked to yours, full of heat and vulnerability.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said, voice cracked. “So fucking beautiful.”

You pulled him down into another kiss, and then—

His hand slipped between your thighs.

He touched you slowly at first, lips brushing your cheek as his fingers slid through your folds, testing, teasing—until your hips bucked and you whimpered his name.

“You’re so wet,” he whispered. “You’ve been like this for me all night, haven’t you?”

“Longer,” you gasped. “Weeks. Months.”

He cursed under his breath and slipped two fingers inside you, curling just right, dragging moans out of you before you could stop them.

“Hyunjin, please—”

He kissed your temple. “I got you.”

And then he was lining up, breathing hard, pushing in slow.

Your back arched.

He filled you completely.

Deep and thick and hot and perfect.

You couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think.

Only feel.

He groaned into your neck, holding himself still for a second while your body adjusted.

“You’re so tight,” he rasped. “Fuck—so warm. I’m gonna lose my mind.”

“Move,” you begged. “Please, Hyunjin—”

And he did.

He fucked you like a man unraveling.

Deep strokes, slow at first—but with every sound you made, every time you gasped his name or dug your nails into his back—he got rougher. Desperate. Unhinged.

“Been dreaming about this,” he panted, forehead pressed to yours. “Fantasizing about being inside you, hearing you moan for me—mine, baby, you’re mine—”

“Yes,” you choked out. “I’m yours. God, I’m yours.”

That snapped something in him.

He grabbed your thighs, threw them over his shoulders, and started pounding.

You cried out—head tilted back, fingers clawing at the sheets, the rhythm obscene, filthy, delicious.

“You take me so well,” he groaned, driving in harder. “Look at you, fucking trembling—this is what we were meant for.”

You were gone. Ruined. Drenched in sweat and tears and love.

It was everything.

The heartbreak. The longing. The second chance. All of it crashed into this moment—two people finding each other again in the most primal, vulnerable way.

And when you came, you screamed.

Tears streaming, thighs shaking, sobbing his name.

He followed seconds later, moaning into your mouth as he spilled inside you, his body curling around yours, trembling.

⸻

After, he didn’t move for a long time.

He just held you. Tight. Like you were the center of his universe.

“You okay?” he whispered, brushing hair from your face.

You nodded, still breathless. “I think you just ruined me for anyone else.”

He smiled—soft, shy, proud.

“Good,” he murmured, kissing your forehead. “Because I’m not letting you go again.”

You’d barely caught your breath.

Still tangled in the sheets, your chest rising and falling with each slow inhale, skin flushed and sticky with sweat. Hyunjin was quiet beside you—his fingers tracing lazy lines over your bare back, lips pressing soft, reverent kisses to your shoulder, your temple, your jaw.

“I should clean you up,” he murmured against your skin, voice low and hoarse and wrecked from all the moaning.

You smiled, dazed. “I’m not sure I can stand.”

His laugh was quiet. Tender. “Then I’ll carry you.”

And he did—arms under your thighs and back, cradling you to his chest like you were fragile. Like he wanted to take care of every part of you.

The bathroom was warm. Dim. Steamy from the shower he turned on.

You sat on the counter while he grabbed a warm towel, gently wiping between your legs with a tenderness that made you melt all over again. His hair was a mess, his chest peppered with bite marks, but his eyes never left yours—soft and so full of something it made your chest ache.

“You okay?” he asked again.

You nodded, cupping his cheek. “I’m more than okay.”

He leaned into your touch, lips brushing your palm—and that’s when it changed.

His hand slid to your thigh, slow and deliberate.

His eyes flicked down. Then up. Then to the mirror behind you.

“Look at you,” he said softly. “You’re fucking glowing.”

You felt it, too.

The heat between your legs rising again.

The tension sparking all over your body.

“Hyunjin…”

He didn’t kiss you this time. Not at first.

He turned you around.

Gently. Slowly. Until your palms were pressed flat against the cool marble counter, your back arched just slightly, and your eyes locked to his through the reflection.

He stood behind you, hands running down your arms, then your sides, then gripping your hips from behind.

The mirror caught everything.

Your parted lips. Your flushed skin. The way your thighs clenched at the way he looked at you.

“You’re so fucking sexy like this,” he murmured into your ear, grinding against your ass with a low groan. “You have no idea what you do to me.”

You whimpered. “Then show me.”

And he did.

You felt him again—hard, hot, thick—pressing into your entrance, slow and unbearable, until he was buried deep inside you once more.

Your mouth dropped open. His hands gripped your hips tighter.

And the mirror made it so much worse.

You could see the way his brows furrowed, the way his lip curled when he pulled back and slammed in again—your body jolting forward, your eyes fluttering shut as your moan echoed off the tile walls.

“Open your eyes,” he growled, fucking into you harder now. “Watch.”

And when you did—

You saw it all.

The way his body curved into yours.

The way your tits bounced with every thrust.

The way his jaw clenched, desperate, possessive, lost in you.

“You look so good like this,” he groaned. “Letting me fuck you in front of a mirror like a filthy little angel.”

You moaned. “Hyunjin—fuck—”

He reached around to grab your throat, just enough pressure to tilt your chin up—forcing you to hold the eye contact, to see the mess he was making of you.

“You love this,” he hissed. “Being ruined like this. Being mine.”

“I do,” you gasped. “I love you—Hyunjin, I love you so much—”

That shattered him.

He bent over you, caged you in with his arms, and pounded harder—deeper—his teeth scraping against your neck, his moans falling ragged against your ear.

“I love you too,” he choked. “I’m so in love with you—fuck, baby, I can’t hold back—”

Your body clenched. Your thighs trembled.

And when you came this time, you saw yourself unravel.

You watched the moment your face broke apart in the mirror—watched Hyunjin’s eyes lock to yours as he fucked you through it, whispering your name like a prayer as he came inside you again, deep and pulsing and perfect.

You collapsed against the counter, boneless and spent. He held you up, breathing hard, his chest pressed to your back as he kissed your shoulder softly.

“You wreck me,” he whispered.

You smiled, eyes fluttering shut.

“Good,” you breathed. “Because I’m not done wrecking you either.”

After the second round, your body was jelly.

Warm, aching, full of him—so full of him you could still feel the echo of his thrusts hours later.

Hyunjin carried you back to bed, wet towel slung over his shoulder, your skin freshly cleaned but your cheeks still flushed, your lips swollen from all the kissing. He tucked you into the sheets like you were sacred, brushing damp strands of hair from your face, placing the gentlest kiss to your forehead.

You curled into his chest, and for the first time in forever, your body truly relaxed.

“Did I hurt you?” he whispered, stroking your spine with featherlight fingers.

You shook your head, half-asleep. “You made me feel everything.”

His arm tightened around you, pulling you closer until you were tangled up in him again, your cheek pressed over his heartbeat.

He nuzzled into your hair. “Thinking back, I was so scared you wouldn’t let me in.”

“I almost didn’t,” you murmured, drowsy. “You really fucked up, Hyunjin.”

“I know,” he said, his voice low with guilt. “I was a coward. I thought pushing you away would protect me from messing it up, but I ended up hurting you worse. Hurting myself too.”

You shifted just enough to look up at him. His eyes were soft and open now. No walls. No distance.

“I never stopped loving you,” you said quietly.

His lips parted. “Even when I broke your heart?”

“Especially then,” you whispered.

The weight of that landed hard between you—and then he was kissing you again. Soft and slow, all emotion. No rush, no hunger this time. Just pure devotion. You moaned into it, wrapping your arms around his neck as he hovered over you, chest to chest, lips to lips.

He kissed your nose. Your eyelids. Your jaw. The corner of your mouth. He worshipped every inch like he was making up for lost time.

“You’re my everything,” he murmured. “I never want to be without you again.”

“Then don’t be,” you said. “I’m yours. Always.”

⸻

Spring came slowly that year.

The trees bloomed in soft pinks and pale greens, and everything felt like it was waking up again. You too.

It had been three months since that rainy night. Three months since Hyunjin stood in your doorway with his heart on his sleeve and yours clenched in his hands. Since you let him in—into your apartment, your bed, your life.

And now?

You were his.

Not in the possessive way he used to fear, but in the gentle, deliberate way that felt real. Solid. Like something that had been growing quietly beneath the surface all along, just waiting for the right season to bloom.

“Here,” Hyunjin said, setting a cup of tea on your desk as you buried yourself in editing your thesis. “Made it just the way you like it.”

You blinked up at him, smiling. “You’re spoiling me.”

He leaned down and kissed the top of your head. “You deserve it.”

He meant it. Every word. You could see it in his eyes now—no hesitation, no deflection. Just warmth. Confidence. Love.

Sometimes, you caught him staring when he thought you wouldn’t notice. His chin resting on his hand, gaze soft and open. Like he still couldn’t believe you were here, his. Like he was trying to memorize your face a hundred different ways.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” you teased one night, sprawled on his couch with popcorn in your lap and your feet in his.

“Because I’m in love with you,” he said simply. “Still not over it.”

⸻

Your friend group got used to the change quickly.

Jiyeon called you “disgustingly cute” with a fake gag, but kept smiling after. Minho never said much—just gave Hyunjin a knowing look whenever they passed by each other and nodded once, like they had an understanding. No bad blood. Just quiet grace.

And the sex?

Still toe-curling. Still addictive.

But now it came with pillow talk. Inside jokes. Morning kisses and shared playlists. Him dancing you around the kitchen with pancake batter on your nose, hands on your hips, forehead against yours.

It came with safety. Intimacy. The kind of closeness that felt earned.

You’d been through every version of heartache with Hyunjin.

And now you were building every version of healing.

⸻

He took you on a picnic for your six-month anniversary.

Cherry blossoms in full bloom, a checkered blanket under the trees, his sketchbook in his lap as he tried to draw you mid-laugh—messy and imperfect, but so full of love.

“You know,” he said, glancing over the top of the page, “I used to be scared I’d ruin us if I ever crossed the line.”

You reached for his hand. “And now?”

He smiled. “Now I’m scared I’ll never be able to love anyone the way I love you.”

You leaned in, brushing your lips against his. Soft. Sure. Smitten.

“Good,” you whispered. “Because you’ll never have to.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Authors note: Guys 🥹 I think I fell in love with Hyunjin all over again!!! And lord knows I TESTED myself with the amount of fluff a d emotions in this lmao.. anyway guys, we are hitting 1k soon and I’m so excited! 😭❤️ its been 3 months of writing back to back and there’s already so many fics in the masterlist! Thanks for all the support, love you guys!

Taglist: @tsunderelino @innieandsungielover @inlovewithstraykids @reignessance @jeonismm @sttnficrecs @herejusttemporary @krssliu @sagestarlight @kenia4 @miilquetoast @thackery-blinks @leeminho-hall @suga-is-bae @butterflydemons @inejghafawifesblog @malunar28replies @minchanlimbo @mal-lunar-28 @breakmeofftbr @itvenorica124 @slut4junho @deepblueocean97 @thequibbie @yaorzu-blog @imagine-all-the-imagines @just-bria @mischievousleeknow @universeyuto @ifyxu @melanctton @thelostprincessofasgard @binniebb @sillylittlecat1 @darkwitchoferie @m-325 @headfirstfortoro @imseungminsgf @ihrtlix @vernorica123 @hwangjoanna @swordswallower2000 @niki007 @yxna-bliss @firelordtsuki

[candymkgee]

i’m bored so ima answer these

1. Are looks important in a relationship?

i think it depends on the person. for me personally, kinda yeah. i’d like to be attracted physically at least, but i don’t need to be extremely attracted physically in order to be in a relationship. usually my attraction is more focused on things outside of the physical. but usually someone’s style/fashion/piercings or tattoos are the things i find the most attractive (physically at least)

2. Are relationships ever worth it?

it depends on the relationship

3. Are you a virgin?

no

4. Are you in a relationship?

no

5. Are you in love?

with life, with friends, yes. romantically, no. i’d like to be

6. Are you single this year?

yeah and i don’t think that’s changing

7. Can you commit to one person?

yep

8. Describe your crush

hm… idk if they’re a crush perse. but there’s this one person that i find really beautiful and cool. their piercings are nice, i like their style. i like the art they find interesting. i like their beliefs and takes on things.

9. Describe your perfect mate

i would but it would be so much to type. but a lot of it would mainly just be someone that has similar traits & views as me, as well as similar ones as my close support system

10. Do you believe in love at first sight?

no

11. Do you ever want to get married?

its not something i personally desire but i’m not inherently against it

12. Do you forgive betrayal?

mm honestly no :/ its the hardest thing for me to get over. actually i’ll forgive it but it’ll take me some time

13. Do you get jealous easily?

not really

14. Do you have a crush on anyone?

no

15. Do you have any piercings?

yes! septum, eyebrow, maybe ears but i haven’t worn earrings in a minute so who knows

16. Do you have any tattoos?

yes, 6 and hopefully more

17. Do you like kissing in public?

i haven’t done it often but i wouldn’t mind

20. Do you shower every day?

no

21. Do you think someone has feelings for you?

no

22. Do you think someone is thinking about you right now?

yes. i need to text so many people back :/

23. Do you think you can last in a relationship for 6 months and not cheat?

wtf… yes

24. Do you think you'll be married in 5 years?

i’ll be surprised if i am but honestly i be kinda doing shit so idk but i don’t think so

25. Do you want to be in a relationship this year?

i wouldn’t mind but idk. the way people be acting in relationships be scaring me like. just seems very backwards, loveless, and cisheteronormative

26. Has anyone told you they don't want to ever lose you?

yeah. just to continue to make decisions to lose me LOL

27. Has someone ever written a song or poem for you?

yesss. very sweet, i love them a lot whenever anyone does them for me

28. Have you ever been cheated on?

no

29. Have you ever cheated on someone?

no

30. Have you ever considered plastic surgery? If so, what would you change about your body?

i definitely have. sometimes i still do. mainly i think to make my face more symmetrical but at the same time idrgaf and try my best to not obsess over being beautiful. like i’m an animal.. i don’t need to be visually perfect

31. Have you ever cried over a guy/girl?

yes

32. Have you ever experienced unrequited love?

no

33. Have you ever had sex with a man?

no

34. Have you ever had sex with a woman?

no. they weren’t a woman or a man l

35. Have you ever kissed someone older than YOu?

yes

36. Have you ever liked one of your best friends?

yep #friendstolovers am i right

37. Have you ever liked someone who your friends hated?

maybe in middle school? idk hated is a strong word, i don’t think so

38. Have you ever liked someone you didn't expect to?

yes. almost every person i ended up really liking, i wasn’t expecting to

39. Have you ever wanted someone you couldn't have?

hm… i usually don’t want people if i’m aware i can’t have them. i may find them beautiful or attractive or be attracted and be like Damn… but that’s as far as it’ll go

40. Have you ever written a song or poem for someone?

yeahhhhh. if i really like you, 9/10 a poem will be written. i’ve only ever written a song about my ex and it was after we broke up

41. Have you had sex so far this year?

no 🫩 #NEEDTHAT #EXPEDITIOUSLY

42. How long can you just kiss until your hands start to wander?

idk i could do so for hours my hands don’t gotta wander anywhere

43. How long was your longest relationship?

9 months but if we being real, 1 year

44. How many boyfriends/girlfriends have you had?

1 girlfriend. i don’t be dating like that fr. i don’t easily like many people, i’m demisexual, and people be fumbling me. or they want me to engage in dysfunction and struggle love and i don’t desire that

45. How many people did you kiss in 2012/2013?

probably like 2 people

46. How many times did you have sex last year?

twice

47. How old are you?

twenty free

48. If the person you like says they like someone else, what would you say?

i’d say aww that’s cute and ask them why they like them, how’s their dynamic like, and what do they desire to do with them moving forward

49. If you have a boyfriend/girlfriend, what is your favorite thing about him/her?

🫩

50. If your first true love knocked on your door with apology and presents, would you accept?

i don’t think so. i’d be open to being friends but nothing more. simply because they could apologize and offer gifts, but doesn’t change the fact that we have differing traits and beliefs that make us incompatible. and they don’t plan on changing them anytime soon, nor do i want to force anyone to change for me

51. Is there a boy/girl who you would do absolutely everything for?

my friends

52. Is there anyone you've given up on? Why?

i don’t think i’ve given up on anyone

53. Is there someone mad because you're dating/ talking to the person you are?

i don’t think i would be around anyone that would be mad about whoever i’m theoretically dating or talking to. unless the person was like a piece of shit or something

54. Is there someone you will never forget?

yes. a couple people for sure yes. but honestly anyone that was close to me in any capacity i would never forget

55. Share a relationship story.

56. State 8 facts about your body

57. Things you want to say to an ex

what are you really afraid of or scared of? and do you know or are you still avoiding confronting things about yourself?

58. What are five ways to win your heart?

leftist politics, emotional intelligence, fashionable, creative, devoted to love & community

59. What do you look like? (Post a picture!)

60. What is the biggest age difference between you and any of your partners?

biggest was 3-4 years

61. What is the first thing you notice in someone?

its either hair, smile, or style

62. What is the sexiest thing someone could ever do for/to you?

be really emotionally understanding, nurturing, and empathetic towards me. ugh. so hard to find

63. What is your definition of "having sex"?

i don’t think i have a definition on that

64. What is your definition of cheating?

doing anything behind my back, whether its lying or hiding, with another person romantically/sexually

65. What is your favourite foreplay routine?

66. What is your favourite roleplay?

67. What is your idea of the perfect date?

arcade!! amusement park!! playing wnrs. anything fun and joyful or loving and intimate

68. What is your sexual orientation?

lesbian

69. What turns you off?

a lot. but its justifiable and usually rooted in things like people’s politics, ideologies, or how they treat others

70. What turns you on?

smart people. creative people. loving empathetic people. yum yum

71. What was your kinkiest wet dream?

i don’t even know fr

72. What words do you like to hear during sex?

73. What's something sweet you'd like someone to do for you?

cuddle with meee

74. What's the most superficial characteristic you look for?

good fashion sense. the more queer the better

75. What's the sweetest thing anyone's ever done for you?

i can think of many but one of the first i can think of is making and sending me a care package. i wish someone would do that again

76. What's the sweetest thing you've ever done for someone?

hmm. i’m not sure. its hard to determine it through the metrics of myself. also i be doing sweet things all the time so idk

77. What's your opinion on age differences in relationships?

i think it depends on the age gap, the ages, and the stage of life. sometimes people see age gap and they equate that to a hurtful power dynamic immediately, and i don’t always think that’s the case. but regardless, people should try their best to be mindful. and i think that you can be taken advantage of no matter the age gap

78. What's your dirtiest secret?

i don’t have any i don’t think? hm…

79. When was the last time you felt jealous? Why?

my friends were hanging without me LMAO that’s like one of the few times i feel jealous. and even then its like meh whatever… but also i wanna be invited too :,(

80. When was the last time you told someone you loved them?

today

81. Who are five people you find attractive?

hm i can’t think of any celebrities but i don’t want to name people that aren’t famous, i feel like that’s invasive

82. Who is the last person you hugged?

my father

83. Who was your first kiss with?

a childhood friend on a bus

84. Why did your last relationship fail?

severe mental health issues, and a lack of an ability to fully sustain a romantic partnership longterm

85. Would you ever date someone off of the internet?

i have. but i definitely prefer in person connections. i’m open to online dating… i just don’t prefer it. but i do think there’s beautiful people to meet online and the gay community be pretty small in person. it would just have to be worth it enough to really date online. cause i’ve grown to love physical contact

vaguely nsfw asks

1. Are looks important in a relationship?

2. Are relationships ever worth it?

3. Are you a virgin?

4. Are you in a relationship?

5. Are you in love?

6. Are you single this year?

7. Can you commit to one person?

8. Describe your crush

9. Describe your perfect mate

10. Do you believe in love at first sight?

11. Do you ever want to get married?

12. Do you forgive betrayal?

13. Do you get jealous easily?

14. Do you have a crush on anyone?

15. Do you have any piercings?

16. Do you have any tattoos?

17. Do you like kissing in public?

20. Do you shower every day?

21. Do you think someone has feelings for you?

22. Do you think someone is thinking about you right now?

23. Do you think you can last in a relationship for 6 months and not cheat?

24. Do you think you’ll be married in 5 years?

25. Do you want to be in a relationship this year?

26. Has anyone told you they don’t want to ever lose you?

27. Has someone ever written a song or poem for you?

28. Have you ever been cheated on?

29. Have you ever cheated on someone?

30. Have you ever considered plastic surgery? If so, what would you change about your body?

31. Have you ever cried over a guy/girl?

32. Have you ever experienced unrequited love?

33. Have you ever had sex with a man?

34. Have you ever had sex with a woman?

35. Have you ever kissed someone older than you?

36. Have you ever liked one of your best friends?

37. Have you ever liked someone who your friends hated?

38. Have you ever liked someone you didn’t expect to?

39. Have you ever wanted someone you couldn’t have?

40. Have you ever written a song or poem for someone?

41. Have you had sex so far this year?

42. How long can you just kiss until your hands start to wander?

43. How long was your longest relationship?

44. How many boyfriends/girlfriends have you had?

45. How many people did you kiss in 2012/2013?

46. How many times did you have sex last year?

47. How old are you?

48. If the person you like says they like someone else, what would you say?

49. If you have a boyfriend/girlfriend, what is your favorite thing about him/her?

50. If your first true love knocked on your door with apology and presents, would you accept?

51. Is there a boy/girl who you would do absolutely everything for?

52. Is there anyone you’ve given up on? Why?

53. Is there someone mad because you’re dating/talking to the person you are?

54. Is there someone you will never forget?

55. Share a relationship story.

56. State 8 facts about your body

57. Things you want to say to an ex

58. What are five ways to win your heart?

59. What do you look like? (Post a picture!)

60. What is the biggest age difference between you and any of your partners?

61. What is the first thing you notice in someone?

62. What is the sexiest thing someone could ever do for/to you?

63. What is your definition of “having sex”?

64. What is your definition of cheating?

65. What is your favourite foreplay routine?

66. What is your favourite roleplay?

67. What is your idea of the perfect date?

68. What is your sexual orientation?

69. What turns you off?

70. What turns you on?

71. What was your kinkiest wet dream?

72. What words do you like to hear during sex?

73. What’s something sweet you’d like someone to do for you?

74. What’s the most superficial characteristic you look for?

75. What’s the sweetest thing anyone’s ever done for you?

76. What’s the sweetest thing you’ve ever done for someone?

77. What’s your opinion on age differences in relationships?

78. What’s your dirtiest secret?

79. When was the last time you felt jealous? Why?

80. When was the last time you told someone you loved them?

81. Who are five people you find attractive?

82. Who is the last person you hugged?

83. Who was your first kiss with?

84. Why did your last relationship fail?

85. Would you ever date someone off of the Internet?

[nickssidewitch]

Headcannons of the triplets during missionary pretty please🫠💕

🤭❤️ The Sturniolo Triplets During Missionary Headcanons (Based on Tarot Readings) 🥺🔥

gifs by @vxnitra 🤍

🦕 Matt 🌀

One thing about Matt and missionary? They both start with M.

But more importantly, it’s one of his favorites to make you completely hypnotized with pleasure.

He is methodical in his movements, studying your face for any signs of pleasure, as well as discomfort if that ever arises.

If he hits a certain spot that makes the most heavenly sound slip between your parted lips, he’ll continue to hit the spot, only deliberately moving away from it when he wants to find a new spot or when he wants to change positions.

The tip of him hits your best areas in the most delicious ways, always sliding against it with the best amount of pressure and grace, the perpetual motions of his hips maintaining the same rhythms in order to keep that beautiful look of ecstasy painted across your face. Your eyes are rolled back or shut tight, small tears on the corners of which he knows aren’t of pain, your lips parted with small breaths and whimpers and moans escaping them.

He’ll hold your legs by your calves as anchors, sometimes putting them over his shoulders when he wants to hit an especially deep spot. He loves to watch your back arch and hands grip whatever surface is closest to them as he continues to fuck into you.

He’ll touch you all over, his hands wisping along your chest, to your sides. His hands may even find their way back to your neck, one of them wrapping around it and pressing into the pulsing jugular veins to give you a choking sensation that you may love.

Sometimes, particularly when you’re especially needy, he wants to take care of his girl. And that translates to his body cascading onto yours and trapping your body in order for you to endure more quickened strokes.

And this is where the knot in your stomach starts to tighten. Matt’s hitting that spot at the right velocity that makes your warmth ooze that beautiful creamy substance that coats his dick, making the glide easier for him and the moment more pleasurable for the both of you.

You’re tightening around him, and you feel his breath puff against your skin as he looks down at you at such a close, almost dangerous, proximity. Dangerous, in that if you ever opened your eyes at this moment, you’d immediately unravel underneath him.

And speak of the devil, it happens. Your eyes bat open at the sound of his voice coaxing the eye contact out of you. “Look at me. Come on, look at me, sweetheart,” is whispered from his lips. He wants to view you— all of you— right before that moment overtakes the both of you.

And once your eyes open, he reaches his hand down between the two of you one last time, rubbing circles into the nervous bud above your labia, wanting to see your face screw up with pleasure as you get even closer… and tighter… and closer… and—

You clamp down onto him with the perfect amount of pressure for him to stroke a couple more times, and finally, he releases. Whether it’s inside of you, or on your precious tummy below your sweaty, heaving chest, it’s all worth it in the end.

He’ll let you catch his breath as he does before helping you up, walking you over to the bathroom to clean up and replenish the energy you both transferred between each other in that moment.

💟 Nick 🍥

Missionary, if he’s the bottom, can be the most needy and whimpering state of Nick that you could ever witness. His eyes would look at you with the most desire as he waits for you to please him.

He’ll hold his legs open and his hips up for you, presenting his awaiting orifice to be filled by your love.

You’d get him ready for you though, taunting and teasing the tip of your cock around and against his rim, maybe even using your fingers to open him up even more for your insertion if you hadn’t done do already. He’d whimper and pulsate around you, the tip of his dick leaking with anticipation to feel all of you.

Then you’d slowly start to press yourself into him, his hands gripping his own thighs as he feels the length taunt his walls. His head would be thrown back and eyes shut with a beautiful combination of pleasure and pressure, his teeth biting his bottom lip as he whimpers and moans softly.

Then he’d look at you, either because you whispered a command or just because of his own will, and his eyes stay on yours. Eye contact doesn’t cease as you start to move— just the little force he used to crane his neck up to look into your eyes and/or watch you dip in and out of his hole.

His moans will get louder and a bit higher in pitch, often complimenting how raw you feel or how deep your cock is inside of him. The grip he has on his own thighs will tighten as you thrust deeper and harder, his head throwing back against whatever surface he’s on. He’d feel the blood rush through every vein of your cock, which would get his stomach stirring with ecstasy.

Once you see his dick start to twitch, you know he’s close. Some precum will start to spray out of the tip, covering his stomach as he starts to jerk himself off.

If you’re in a dominant mood, you’ll swat his hand away from his needy dick and stroke at it yourself, focusing on the inch right below his tip to get him really going. You’d spit on his cock, and your saliva would mix with his precum to make the best mixture of lubricant, which you’d use to tug, and tug, and tug, until—

He moans especially loudly and his hips buck upwards causing his orgasm to squirt up into the air and land onto his stomach and your hand. You’d praise him, and he’d whimper in response, his asshole gripping around your cock as if it sensed that your semen would start to fill him up too.

Once you’re finished unloading, you’ll slowly pull out, watching as Nick’s hole gapes and shows the aftermath of your cum inside of him. It would be a beautiful sight, one you and him definitely hope to recreate soon.

He’d probably ask you to clean him up and you’d get to work, using your tongue to clean up the excess cum running down onto the surface he’s on top of.

If Nick is the top in this dynamic, however, it could get nasty. He’ll tell you to lift your hips and hold yourself open for him, your hole pulsating with need as you wait for him to push himself in. He’d inform you to spread yourself open for him even more, asserting the dominance you’d been longing for all day.

He’d make sure to angle himself properly for you as he squirts the lube onto your hole and some on your cock. His hands would jerk you off a bit before he’d inform you to take his place, since his attention is now a bit lower as he focused on thrusting into you.

You feel it, the pressure as he slowly slides into you. It’s a warm fill, and now you can understand why he instructed you hold yourself open for him— the stretch. Yes, it is that stretch that Nick loves and that you love just the same, the one that really gets those drawled out moans from the two of you.

Nick will put his hand on his hip as he fixes his posture and positioning, really trying to find the best and most comfortable way to draw out the pleasure for the both of you. His eyes are narrowed as he focuses, and he might let out a chuckle if he’s taking too long on purpose.

Finally, the brunette starts to move , his thrusts steady, yet impactful enough for your cock to jump with every force. He tells you to jerk yourself off some more if he notices that you’d stopped, and the look on your face as you twist it in pleasure has him yearning for more.

He’ll continue his thrusts, his hands gripping your hips tightly as your legs move onto his shoulders, making sure that this angle hits your prostate with every stroke.

He’ll notice your tip start to leak with precum, maybe even a little pee, as he thrusts so deep that your prostate starts to hit against your bladder. He’ll use this as motivation to move faster, angling his body to hit against your prostate more, praising and cooing at you every time you cry out with pleasure or try to stop yourself from leaking. “Shh, it’s okay. It means I’m doing my job.” “You’re doing so well for me.”

“Take notes,” if he’s feeling a little cocky, but also if he plans on switching places with you for another round. He knows that if he acts cocky now, it’ll get you to take all of your frustrations out on him when it’s your turn to fuck.

Then he’ll start to twitch inside of you once he feels the slick of your ass make the glide of his cock easier. He’ll wait for you to cum first, his hand swatting yours away to jerk you off frantically, his thumb rubbing the tip around your seeping hole, encouraging its release.

Once he notices your start to cum, he cums as well, filling you up as he staggers his movements and finally buries himself as far as he can into you. His hands are gripping your hips tightly as you tremble underneath and around him, and he leans down to kiss you passionately and sloppily.

Once he pulls out of you, he holds your ass open to watch his cum drip out of you, maybe your hole is pulsating enough to spurt some out. The queefing sound makes you both chuckle.

He’ll lean down to kiss your heaving chest and cum-stained stomach, scooping up some of your warmth with his tongue as his eyes stay on yours.

✴️ Chris 🥭

You’re gonna feel every damn skin cell when he presses into you. Every inch, every indentation, every pulse of blood coursing through his veins, will all be felt as slowly creeps inside of you. And he makes sure of it, sometimes even asking you, “You feel all of that?”, and reminding you, “That’s all yours.”

His movements will be slow, intricate, and above all, fulfilling every inch of your chasm. He’ll watch as he goes deeper, and deeper, and deeper, loving the way your lips part and take all of him (or at least attempt to).

Once he’s buried inside of you, he’ll stay there for a few moments to get himself situated mentally just as much as physically. He’ll take a couple of breaths, looking at where you’re both connected, then up at your chest to watch the way it heaves up and down, then up to your face to see the way it construes as he starts to move.

He’ll take a moment to dig himself as deep as possible, using that opportunity to roll his hips in a circle and grind his pelvis into your clit. Luckily for you, he didn’t shave, so you’ll feel his coarse pubic hair brushing against you, the new form of friction adding onto the pleasure. You’ll release a long, low moan in response— what makes him give you a cheeky grin— before he starts his movements again, long strokes in and out.

His eyes would latch onto yours, eyebrows furrowed and teeth gritted, as he focuses on giving you what you need. If you’re trying to push him away or creep your body away from him due to all of the sensations, he’ll pin your arms down, making you take it even more. “Don’t run.” “What’re you pushing me away for?” “Where you goin’?” “Take this dick.”

He will start to speed up as he feels your body tighten around him— Not just between your legs, but also the way your nails dig into his skin, the way your feet cross around his lower back and pull him deeper, the way your head presses into the crook of his neck as your whimpers reverberate against his skin. It’s all he needs to quicken his movements.

You’ll feel his arms tense as he gets closer to the edge, and his eyes will remain on yours, narrowed with determination as he fucks into you more quickly. He’ll either anchor himself at an angle that makes you cry out or scream the most, or he’ll lay his body against yours, pumping himself repeatedly in and out of you.

A delicious sound of yourself squelching with every thrust could probably be heard throughout the whole house as he continues at the same pace. Your juices would be pushed out of you every time he strokes inwards, and the symphony of that alongside your pretty moans would be the last thing make him fall apart.

He’d hold your shaking legs in his arms as he grips into your skin, his own orgasm coming at full force as he fills you up. His last few strokes are sloppy and beautifully disgusting, his and your orgasms pooling out of you and dripping onto whatever surface is closest. He’d straighten his body to look down and watch the pool of mess form, chuckling and smirking as his chest heaves.

When he finally pulls out of you, he’ll spread your pussy with his fingers, watching the hole convulse as your concoction of arousal drips out. He might even use his finger to push some back inside if he’s feeling the need to “make it stick”, but that’s only when the time comes and he’s ready for the risk of a pregnancy.

If he doesn’t release inside of you, he’s pulling out of you and choosing one of many options. One is that he decides to cum onto your belly. Another is to use the rest of his energy left to flip you onto your stomach, give your ass one or two spanks before ejaculating onto your cheeks. Maybe he’ll choose a third option, pulling you by your legs to bring your body closer to him, adjusting you so that he could cum in your mouth or on your face. Just thinking about the way your pretty, fucked-out eyes would look up at him always persuades him to choose that last option.

[popcornpoppypop]

Like You

Summary: You're a single mom to an angry teen boy. Jack isn't phased, he can handle the anger. He is there for your son, no matter what. Years later, Pittfest makes them more alike than anyone would wish.

Warnings: Angst, fighting, angry teen, mentions of death, mass shooting, blood, medical inaccuracies, talk of amputation.

There wasn’t a day that passed where you weren’t beyond grateful for Jack Abbot. Most people would have turned and ran the moment they found out you had a 14 year old son. You couldn’t blame them. It’s a lot of baggage. But Jack never blinked.

“Honey, you are the best person I’ve ever met. Why the hell wouldn’t I love someone you made?” He told you the night you had finally let him in.

“He can be angry sometimes, Jack. He might not like you for a while.” You warned, not wanting to sugar coat anything and be left when things got hard.

“I was angry for most of my life. I know what it’s like. I’ll be okay. It’s not about me anyway.” He shrugged.

“Oh my god, just fucking kiss me already.” You sighed as you pulled him into you, his laughter rumbling in his chest,

Your son wasn’t introduced to your boyfriends often. You never really found any that you felt would stand the rough weather. But something in Jack made you trust him. The first meeting went over like a lead balloon. Ended with your son shouting at Jack.

“You don’t care about me! You just want to fuck my mom! Fucking pervert!” Your son,Matt, shouted at him.

“Matthew! Stop that, you don’t speak like to anyone, let alone someone I care about!” You scolded.

“Y/N, it’s okay.” Jack said stroking your arm, trying to calm you down.

“He’s just here to get in your pants! Thinks if he buddies up to me it’ll happen.” Matt growled.

“I know that’s what’s happened in the past, but I promise that is not what I’m doing right now.” Jack raised his hands up like he was calming a wild animal.

“Oh please, you’re just like the rest.” Matt scoffed, pacing back and forth.

“Matt, please just sit down and let’s talk about this.” You plead with the boy.

“Shut up, bitch!” He snapped. Jack stood up fast, the chair flying back from underneath him.

“Hey! You listen to me now! You can talk how you want to me, I don’t care, I can take it. You will never, NEVER, speak to your mother like that. She doesn’t deserve your anger.” Jack growled. Matt stopped looking at Jack in all his intimidating power.

“You’ll never be my father.” Matt whispered before running upstairs. Jack sighed shaking his head.

“I’m so sorry, Jack. I-I didn’t think he’d get this upset. Maybe that was naïve. You didn’t deserve that.” You sighed, head in your hands.

“Honey, I’ve had worst hurled in my direction. He can be angry with me. If that’s what he needs.” He said smoothing your hair from your face.

For months, Jack would come by the house and try to speak with Matt only to be met with insults. Jack saw how it tore you up, tried to console you. You both knew it was part of the process, it didn’t make it easier.

You had to go on a work trip for the weekend, you’d asked Jack to stay at your house to keep an eye on Matt. Matt had broken a glass when you’d told him.

“If I can handle violent psych patients and IEDs, I can handle a teenager.” Jack joked.

Matt had stayed in his room for the most part, running downstairs to grab food and run back to his room. One night, Jack was asleep on the couch, the TV playing old M*A*S*H reruns. His prosthetic leaning against the side table.

Matt watched him for a moment. Seeing the stoic man in such a vulnerable state took him back for a moment. He stalked over, keeping as quiet as he could. He picked up the fake leg and tried to leave with it.

“If you don’t give that back, I’ll have to hop on one leg while I kick your ass and that’ll be embarrassing for both of us.” Jack grumbled as he woke up.  Matt cringed as he brought the leg back. He’d crossed a line he didn’t want to.

“Whatever.” Matt mumbled as he set the leg back down. He stood staring at Jack’s leg for a while. Jack let him, not embarrassed about it, never had been. Occasionally, he’d be insecure when it made certain activities of the sexual nature more difficult. He’d learned how to work around it.

“You can ask.” Jack said, catching Matt off guard.

“What happened? Mom said you were in the Army. It get blown off?” Matt was trying to poke the sensitive parts.

“Yeah. I was a medic on a tour in Iraq. Got shot, blew most of my foot off.” Jack nodded. Matt was somehow not prepared for a blunt answer, even though he got nothing else from Jack.

“What’s it like being less of a man?” Matt hissed.

“I’ll let you know if that happens.” Jack sniffed.

“You’re annoying.”

“Kid, you can say what you want. It’s not going to phase me.” Jack turned the volume up, his ring catching the light.

“Mom said you’re a widow too.”

“Yes.” Jack’s voice ever so slightly tightens, ready for some insult.

“You remember her still?” Matt’s head hung low as he sat at the other end of the couch.

“Every damn day. Always will. Your mother understands.” Jack nodded.

“What happened?” Matt didn’t meet his eyes.

“She got sick. I couldn’t save her.” Jack cleared his throat.

“That’s like your whole thing.”

“Yeah. I know. Some things are beyond our control.” Jack’s eyes didn’t leave the screen.

“My dad watched this shit too.” Matt nodded to the TV.

“He had good taste.”

“He would have liked you.” Matt huffed. Jack looked over at him, bewildered.

“Yeah? Why?”

“You take good care of us. You’re not a real asshole, just like a surface asshole. You want people to think you are but you’re not.”

“I try my best. I care about you too, Matt. I know it’s hard to believe, but I do.” Jack turned to face the boy. He looked like a child more than he ever had.

“I know. It’s…something in my head makes me want to hate you. Like if…if I don’t I’ll forget him.”

“You won’t. He’ll always be around for you. I’m not him, I wouldn’t try to be. Maybe we can try getting along for a bit, see how it feels. I know it would make your mom’s life easier.” Jack raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah. Try it out.” He chuckled as he got up and left.

After that night, Matt relaxed a little. You were so grateful to have some relief to his anger. Jack felt that same relief.

Life got a rhythm to it soon after. Jack moved in and Matt didn’t argue so much. They would watch the Steelers together and you’d pretend you wanted to, mostly you just enjoyed being one family for a moment.

Three years on and things were comfortable. Matt asking Jack’s advise about girls and school. They would go out to the batting cage every Sunday. Jack always made sure he had Sundays off, time to spend with his family.

“Jack, I’ll be fine. I have enough sunscreen!” Matt groaned as Jack shoved a can of sunscreen spray into Jacks bag.

“It’s going to be hot and there will no shade. Melanoma ain’t something to fuck around with, Kid.” Jack said.

“Matt, humor him so you can leave.” You laughed as you walked out of the kitchen.

“Look,” Jack whispered looking behind to make sure you were out of ear shot. “not just sunscreen in there. You be careful, I put a couple sizes so we didn’t have to get that personal.” He winked.

“Oh my god! Stop talking!” Matt whined.

“He’s right Sweetie! I see way too many teen boys at the clinic with STDs. It’s no fun.” You chuckled as you walked back in.

“I tried to be subtle, that’s on you.” Jack pointed at Matt. “Jake will be there, if you need someone go find him.”

“It’s a concert. I think I’ll be fine. You two are paranoid.” Matt laughed.

“It’s our job. I see too many things go sideways.” Jack sighed.

“Matty, we just want you to be careful. Be back in this house by 10pm. A second later and I will lose my shit.” You smiled.

“Yeah, yeah. I know.” Matt rolled his eyes.

“Hey, listen to your mother. You treat that girl well too.” Jack said.

“Girl? What girl?” You asked looking between them.

“Jack! Come on man!”

“Matt, please be careful. Go have fun.” You sighed, not wanting to give yourself more to worry about.

“Call if you need anything.” Jack said. Matt waved you both off as he ran out the door.

“Is 17 too young for a music festival? Did I just make a huge mistake?” You asked, suddenly filled with anxiety.

“Hell if I know. Things are different these days. I would have snuck out to go, so he was probably going either way.” Jack shook his head as he started for the bedroom.

“You want breakfast before you pass out?”

“No. Rough night. Just want sleep.” Jack said. You marveled at how he never let Matt see how heavy his job was. He watched people die and came home and joke about football with Matt. You worked in the low-income clinic attached to PTMC, never seeing half the things he did.

You sat in the sun, enjoying the quiet of the late afternoon. Your garden was the small way you kept your sanity. The flowers blooming made you feel like you weren’t a complete failure at life. You tried to stay out of the house when Jack was sleeping, allowing him some peace.

“Didn’t I just give the melanoma speech this morning?” Jack stood in the patio doorway.

“The day got away from me.” You chuckled.

“Get in here before you fry.” He said, his eyes twinkling.

“Was that an order?” You smirked.

“Yes, it very much was.” He said, he leaned on the doorway, his biceps flexing in the sun. You felt a little dizzy looking at him. You stood, dusting yourself off as you walked up.

“I’m covered in dirt.” You laughed.

“Never minded a little dirt.” He said tilting your chin up with a finger and gently kissing you. His hand tangled in your hair as he deepened the kiss.

“The neighbors are definitely watching.” You smiled.

“Let them.” He said as he pulled you close.

“Take me to the bed, our backs can’t handle the patio bricks.” You chuckled.

“Is that an order?” He raised an eyebrow.

“Yes, Sir, it is.” You bit at his bottom lip. In a swift motion he wrapped an arm around your waist and lifted you over his shoulder.

“Yes, Ma’am!” He said taking you towards the bedroom.

“Oh my god! Do not hurt yourself being an idiot!” You giggled.

“I lift patients all day, you think I can’t carry you to bed? Please!” He threw you on the bed.

“Take your shirt off.” You barked, suddenly desperate to see him. He didn’t waste time, threw the shirt onto the floor. His muscles shining in the sunlight.

“Now you.” He was practically drooling as you undid your shirt and let it sink to the floor. He stood between your legs, running his hands up your arms, across your collar bone, taking his time tracing his fingertips up your throat.

“dispatch sending all available units, Signal 36, Pittfest. Shots fired.” The police scanner buzzed with the warning.

“Jack did that just say-”

“Call Matt.” Jack dropped his hands fumbling to find his phone. You scrambled to find your phone, dialing Matt.

“It’s going straight to voicemail.” Your voice shook.

“Dammit! They probably took over the cell signal.” Jack growled.

“Jack, what do I do!?” You’re breath picking up.

“Honey, breathe. You gotta stay calm.” He said, holding your face in his hands. “You keep trying to call him. Once he gets away from the festival grounds, he’ll be able to reach you. You stay here, let all your neighbors know to watch out for him.” He told you.

“What are you doing?” You looked confused as he started dressing.

“Baby, I gotta go into work. They’ll be overwhelmed with patients. He might head there first, I’ll be there if he is.” Jack sighed.

“Jack, what if-”

“No. Don’t go there.” He stopped the thought before you could finish it. “I’ll have someone monitoring my phone if I can’t. You call me the second you see him. I love you.” Jack kissed you as he grabbed his bag and ran out the door.

Jack was right, The Pitt was overwhelmed almost immediately. He kept his head down, going from patient to patient. Kept asking Dana for updates.

“Jake? Jake, where’s Matt?” Jack ran up to the boy, his leg oozing blood.

“I don’t know, man! I lost him in the crowd. I tried to find him.”

“Okay, it’s okay. Sit down, we’ll fix you up.” Jack said as he assessed the leg and ordered treatments,  running back, seeing the state Leah was in. Robby wasn’t going to handle that well. He kept working, all he could do was keep working.

“Jack…” Dana’s voice brought him back, looking over as Robby crumbled.

“Come on man. You’ve done more for her than anyone else. If this was a different day, she still wouldn’t have made it.” Jack said.  Robby kept pushing meds and doing compressions for a moment, Jack’s words settling into him.

“Stop compressions.”

“Want me to call it?” Jack offered. Robby shook his head.

“Time of death 2104.”  Robby shook his head. Jack patted him on the shoulder.

“I got another red! GSW to the abdomen and right leg! Lost a lot of blood in the field.” Shen called as he wheeled in another patient. Jack tossed his gloves off and grabbed new ones. When he turned he saw the shoes. The shoes he bought Matt for his sixteenth birthday. The shoes he had begged for, never giving you or Jack peace until he had them. The white shoes now red.

“No.” He whispered as he ran over. The pale face of Matt knocked the wind out of him.

“Dr. Abbot, IO is placed. Should I start giving blood?” Princess asked. Jack froze. “Dr. Abbot?” Princess asked, looking at him confused.

“uh…yeah, yes. Start giving blood, we have to get his clothes off.” Jack’s voice shook. “Dr. Mohan! I need you here!” He called, his voice sharp and broken making everyone face him.

“Oh god.” Dana gasped.

“Dr. Abbot?” Samira questioned. “Do you need to step away?” She asked.

“I-I…Robby! I need you!” He cried out. Robby turned, his face red and confused until he saw Matt’s face. He ran over, pushing Jack away.

“Dr. Mohan start intubation.” Robby started barking orders. Dana came over and dragged Jack away.

“Call her.” She handed him the phone and ran over to help.

His hands shook as he hit your contact.

“Jack? What’s going on? Is he there?” Your voice is thick with worry.

“Honey, he’s here. He’s hurt.” His voice was so broken, you’d never heard him like that. The fear ran up your spine and grabbed your heart.

“Oh my god. Okay. I’m…fuck. Okay, I’m on my way.” You cried as you hung up the phone and ran to your car.

Jack watched as his friends worked to save his stepson. Watched as Robby did everything he could after just coding his own stepson’s girlfriend. He felt like his heart was in his throat and he was choking.

“Dr. Walsh, admit this one to surgery.” Robby called.

“He’ll be next in line, we’re finishing up with the other now.” She nodded as she walked with the nurses towards the elevators with Matt.

“Dr. Abbot, he’s okay. He’s going to surgery. Damage to the bowel, his right leg has some pretty bad damage, but he’ll survive.” Dr. Mohan told him.

“Jack, get some air.” Dana said. Jack stood, going straight to Robby.

“Brother…thank you…” He said.

“Yeah. You did the same.” Robby nodded. “Jake’s leg is okay?” Robby questioned.

“Yeah, yeah. It’ll be okay, won’t need amputation.” Jack cleared his throat. Robby nodded and walked off.

“Jack! Jack, where is he!?” You came running in, the blood on the floor almost stopping you. Jack ran up and wrapped you in his arms.

“He’s okay! He’s okay! He’s in surgery. Robby saved him.” He told you as you sobbed into his chest.

“Oh my god, thank god!” You cried.

“The leg was pretty bad, Honey. I don’t know if they’ll be able to fix it.” Jack sighed.

“He’s alive, that’s what matters to me.” You said, finally taking in the state of him. You brushed the sweat soaked hair from his face.

“I froze.” He said, his voice catching as he looked away.

“You got the right people to help him. That’s all you needed to do.” You told him.

“I’ve never froze like that.” He said, trying to stop the tears.

“Jack, your son was on the table in front of you. I would have too. Everyone would have. He’s going to be okay, Right?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s what we need to hold onto right now.” You kissed his temple.

“He’ll be in surgery for a while, you can sit in the break room until I can take you up.” Jack nodded.

“I can help.” You said.

“No, not tonight.” He said as he walked off.

“Hun, come sit with me.” Dana said pulling to the nurses station.

“He’s in shock.” You muttered.

“Yeah. We all are. He loves that boy.” Dana sighed as she handed you a chart to start entering, knowing you’d go crazy if you didn’t do anything.

Jack powered through getting his patients charts in and dealing with any last treatments. His mind clouded but functional.

“Dr. Abbot? Dana said to let you know they called down from surgery for you.” Javadi said.

“Okay. Can you make sure that the patient in bay six gets another round of O-neg.” He ordered as he walked off towards the nurses station.

“He’s getting moved to a room right now. They said Room 314.” Dana told him. You jumped up and followed him to the elevator.

The ride up to the third floor felt like an eternity. The door opened and the quiet on the floor was stunning. You both took a breath before leaving.

“Dr. Abbot, we got your boy over here.” Walsh waved over. “Some damage to the small bowel, we were able to correct, made the repairs to the liver. He’s got a broken rib from the impact. He’ll be on strict rest and NPO for a few days, IV calories strictly so those bowels can heal.” Walsh rattled off.

“Thank you.” You said, wiping the tears from your face.

“Course. I do need to warn you. We did everything we could to save the leg. The damage was too much. We had to amputate. Half way up the shin, like yours.” Walsh nodded. Jack squeezed his eyes shut. He never wanted this for him. He wanted to keep this pain from him.

“Okay. Thank you.” Jack said as if he was still holding his breath. You both entered the room. The breath caught in your throat as you took him in. His face so pale and the wires sticking off of him. The way he lay so still.

“Jack…” You sobbed. He wrapped you up in his arms. His eyes never left Matt’s right leg.

“He’ll be okay.” He said, burying his face in your hair.

You both sat next to him, refusing to leave. He didn’t wake for two days. The agony of waiting was obvious on your face. You were dozing off, head on Jack’s shoulder.

“Mom…” Matt groaned. You both shot awake.

“I’m here, baby. I’m here.” You said as you held his face in your hands.

“Mom.” He started to cry. You wrapped him up in the arms. Jack kept a hand on his leg.

“You’re okay, Matty.” You sobbed.

“it hurts.” He groaned, he tried to sit up. Jack put a hand to his chest and pushed him back.

“Take it easy. You gotta stay down for a while.” Jack said as he hit the call button.

“I remember the shots, I heard everyone screaming. There was a burning in my belly and then nothing.” Matt’s voice shook.

“Dr. Abbot?” a nurse came in.

“He’s in pain. Have Walsh put in an order for more morphine please.” He ordered.

“You got shot in the abdomen, Matt. They repaired it, you’ll be able to eat solids in a few days.” Jack explained.

“Okay. My leg hurts though.” Matt looked confused. Jack shook his head looking at the ground.

“Baby, you got shot in the leg. They tried everything, but they couldn’t save it. They had to cut it off at the shin.” You explained, trying to take the burden from Jack. It was heavy, too heavy for anyone but more so for Jack.

“I lost my leg? It’s just gone?” His voice filled with panic and confusion.

“If they left it, you would have been in so much pain.” You told him.

“We’ll help you through this, Kid. You’re strong. Stronger than I was.” Jack told him, putting a hand on his shoulder.

“I’m like you?” Matt looked up at Jack, he looked like a child.

“Yeah.” Jack nodded, trying and failing to stop the tears.

“Right now, we focus on getting you better. Then we focus on your leg.” You told him.

“You’ll help me, right?” Matt looked at Jack.

“Always, Matt. I’m always going to help you.” Jack pulled him into a tight hug. The two clung onto each other and cried.

You watched them, your chest tight. The healing would hurt, but you knew your family would make it.

[livingund3ad]

[for the last time || в последний раз]

warnings: n/a

01. | 02. | 03. | 04. | 05. | » you are here | 07. | ... |

From the eyes of [ Red Hood ]

Roughly 19 hours before the events of  01.

Gotham’s weather during the summer was similar to a person’s unpredictable mood swings. The summer rain remained by the time Jason made it to the station. Just a fine, misting sort of drizzle that clung to his leather jacket and darkened the already grimy concrete beneath his boots. The summer heat pressed down on Gotham, heavy and humid, even as droplets pattered from the partially sullen sky.  

He shoved his hands into his pockets, eyes narrowed as he scanned the platforms. The station was bustling with morning commuters, some dodging puddles, others clutching coffee cups like it was life support. It was loud and alive, but his focus was sharp, hidden underneath the baseball cap he wore, drawn to the specific platform where he’d last seen her.  

****, with her friends—three of them, right? Two girls, one guy. They’d been laughing about something, the sound swallowed by the city noise before he could catch what it was about. Then the other two split off from them, waving off **** and the boy who was still in the train car with her. He’d only glanced their way because one of the girls’ laughter was just too damn loud. Didn’t even plan to stop and check on her. She was out with friends. A guy whom she trusted. She looked fine. Safe.  

Jason clenched his jaw, replaying the memory. Her smile had been easy, relaxed, the kind that he knew long ago, that he was familiar with.  

He made his way to the ticketing booths, then back to the platforms, eyes drifting over the signs and schedules. Tim was better at this sort of thing—tracking patterns, digging through data like a rat on speed. But Jason wasn’t an idiot. He could connect dots when he needed to.  

Seven possible stops.  

Six were probably bullshit.  

He ran them over in his head as he took the stairs down to the terminal’s lower level, his footsteps echoing against the tile.  

Fashion District—A popular shopping district, big with the college crowd. Not really ****’s scene, but maybe her friends had convinced her. Could be.

Next was Amusement Mile. Cheap entertainment, carnival games, and overpriced food. Some event going on the last couple of days, which meant swarms of children and teenagers.

Then, West End Market. Best street food in Gotham, especially at night. If ****’s friends were hungry, this was a safe bet. 

Gotham Chinatown. Spontaneous night out, maybe? It was crowded, full of energy, good food. They could've gone there shortly after the exhibit since the stop by Chinatown is the nearest. Could’ve been a last-minute plan. 

Westriver Station. Small, rundown station on the west side outskirts of Gotham, a 5 minute walk to the Gotham River. She and her friends wouldn’t have gone there at that hour. Nothing much to do, unless they had a picnic there late in the afternoon. Although he thought **** would appreciate the sunset there. Jason crossed it off as it was unlikely.

Robinson park. Quiet and green, but dead at night. It made no sense unless ****’s friends were in the mood for a walk. He crossed it off the list with a bit of contemplation.  

Cherry Hill. Pretty far off, mostly residential. Not much you can do there. Again, not ****’s usual hunt. Scratch.  

Jason scratched off Westriver Station, Robinson Park, and Cherry Hill without a second thought. So that left four.  

Fashion District got a question mark beside it. Jason could imagine her friends pulling her along after the exhibit to browse boutiques, or hit some fancy restaurant in the area. Not her scene, but she wasn’t always the one calling the shots. Could be. His gut told him West End Market was a strong possibility. **** wasn’t exactly social, but her friends might’ve dragged her along for the food. Chinatown was another solid guess. Maybe they’d wanted something different, or were killing time before heading somewhere else. It was also the nearest area they could've gone to after the art exhibit at Paris island.

He glanced down at his phone, eyes hovering over the group chat he'd been forced to unblock. The messages stacked up—Tim and Dick had been busy searching every lead they could think of, with the latter throwing out theories like confetti every 5 minutes. Jason grunted, reluctantly swiping up to unmute the damn chat. He wasn’t interested in their back-and-forth, but information was information.  

He hovered a moment longer before exiting the chat. That’s when he saw ****’s message, a few months old, sitting there like a decor on top of a shelf that accumulated dust and spiderwebs, only to be cleaned once in every five years.

He remembered the messages. Had read each one once before and pretty much ignored them. The old man would’ve given him some lecture about being better, about building bridges or whatever bullshit he liked to spew. But Jason had his own way of doing things. Cutting himself off from the rest of them was part of that.

Except her.

She hadn’t been blocked, not like the rest of them. Neither had Alfred. Maybe because Jason couldn’t bring himself to silence them entirely. Maybe because he never really expected them to reach out anyway.

Jason’s grip tightened around his phone, frustration boiling beneath his skin. He should’ve paid more attention last night. Should’ve trailed her, just in case. Instead, he’d dismissed her as just another Gothamite enjoying a rare night out with friends. Maybe he should've taken that as the warning sign. That no matter how many people you have with you at night in this city, something can still happen. It was his mistake that he thought he could trust this place with a girl like her.

Now they say she was gone. Missing. And he was unfortunate enough to be the last one to see her.  

He looked back at his list. Three crossed off. Four left.

But there was something about Westriver that itched at the back of his mind. Maybe it was the proximity to the river—she could've gone painting the scenery there. But who paints in the middle of the night? It seemed somewhat possible that she dragged along her friends there.

Either way, he didn’t like the thought of **** getting anywhere near the place. He’d heard of the rumours of people disappearing in the area, never to be found.

“Dammit.” Jason swore under his breath and fired off another text before jamming the phone into his pocket.

Insomniac would get the footage. Dick would try to think like ****, or what she knew about her. The gremlin would… probably just bitch about all of it. He didn't even want to think about him.

Jason was going to follow her trail. And he was going to find her. He has to, since he’s got no other choice.

Taglist: @kneelforloki @shycreatorreview @pearlyribbons @homeless-clown @daffy-the-duck @1abi @reeyy0-2 @ryuushou @nisarelle @cssammyyarts @bunniotomia @cxcillia @unrelatedlily @the-holy-pigeon

A/N: Heya everyone!!! Thank you for making this far on the fic. I just want to let you know that while I'm aware some areas in this fic don't exist in cannon, I just made it so that way it's much easier to understand where the general area is located on the overall map(like Gotham River being located at the West of Gotham, hence the moniker Westriver). Also, trains aren't really my thing(I do love making things for myself harder huh) and that's probably bc the transpo system in the country I live in is so shitty I rarely travel thru trains and just bs-ed my way through this chapter. This fic also occurs somewhere along late 2000's - early 2010's so you can expect some references and maybe some inaccuracies. Means that the batfam is a little bit behind in terms of tech(nerfed them a little bit ik please don't be mad). Lastly, incoming content for a long, overdue 100+ followers soon! Love y'all lots lovelies and lads, tysm for the support🤍🎀.

[the-attaarmadhaj]

The thing about Mormon missionaries is that, yeah. Most of them are extremely sheltered kids trying to do their best to be good how they were taught. I rarely see much of them, I think I walked past a few in my hometown a few years back? It was easy to tell they were christian missionaries of some sort because they were American (you could tell from the accents), dressed smartly, and carrying bibles. But all I really remember of it was how excitedly they were chatting about being in a different country. I don't think they go to where I'm from often, it's kinda middle of nowhere and it's just half an hour either north or south by car, or 20 minutes by train, to a couple major cities, so most of them likely end up in one of those and branching to our town only occasionally if they're trying to be extra diligent and proactive in what they were told to do. So, looking back, they were just kids, a couple years younger than i am now, excited to be abroad, trying their absolute best to be good. Just makes me angry at the Mormon church tbh. They should have had the opportunity to explore our town without all the rules they gotta follow, have the opportunity to actually fully indulge in their excitement.

I couldn't offer anything at the time, I was maybe 14 or 15, and they were heading the opposite direction to us, away from the town centre (where the train station is) and towards where more of the houses are (and also, funnily enough, right past where we got a jehovas witnesses centre and a quaker hall right next door to each other which is something I chuckle about whenever I think about it, because thats about as different from each other as two branches of christianity can get, and theyre next door neighbours). But I like to hope that, even with all those rules they gotta follow, they were able to gain something positive from their visit to our town, even if it was only a taste of what a medium sized town in the UK can be like.

But yeah, be nice to them. They're basically kids.

[vespidclan]

Um hi I’m gonna talk about 404 and the works 🚶‍♀️ this ended up longer than I expected oops

What is she?

If we’re going to talk about how 404 can do the things she can do, we need to first talk about WHAT she is. 404 is… not just a moth? She clearly is, but she is also the ‘player’! When she got corrupted by the game, she was also given every ounce of power from the game. This left the game pretty much ‘dead’ and her in control, which is why Clangen.exe and the Vespidclan file is still running despite being broken. Basically, her having 100% of power meant that her and the system have ‘merged into one’, but since the system was corrupting and breaking apart as Moththorn went against her programing… That same corruption took over her. Then came the metamorphosis ‘rebirth’ symbolism yada yada yada aaaaaand that’s how 404 was born! 🎉🎉

And being the player, she can do ANYTHING in the game! Aside from creating, but ANYTHING! This means she can skip moons and go back to previous moons (time travel… inevitably caused Heartflicker’s injury), give cats injuries and conditions (basically giving Snakevalley recurring shock and whatever goes on in OOB), playing around with death settings (“dead”: false while letting their “dead_moons” go on and on, keeping the them dead but with conscious still intact so they can feel paralyzing agony *cough* what she does to cats like Spark), and let me tell you this is just scratching the surface.

Why does 404 appear different sometimes?

Shapeshifting? Form-changing? Neither of those! What it really is that she’s splitting her conscious around into different vessels/copies of herself that she can manipulate at will. It sounds complex, but trust me it won’t be after I explain it like this—She’s pretty much just multiplying herself so she can easily communicate with the cats in-game. Think of it like copying and pasting but without it being an exact replica.

To do that she needs some kind of source in the game that lacks much organism code-wise but still able to move around, so there’s room to fit a bit of her code in it. Whether it’s some kind of animal or a manifestation she made herself. Vinepaw probably explains it better than me.

So these guys that have shown up in the comics are her, or maybe 80% of her. She can control them and they have her same thoughts, so it’s basically her with a different identity. One big difference is that her shadow copies can only appear as a ‘hallucination’ and directly in the mind, but mini moth 4 is a real physical vessel that any cat can see, it’s just her text box that’s hidden from a few cats. She grabbed a poor little moth, stuffed her code into it, and now it’s a free new body to possess. The only reason she’s doing this is because Vinepaw’s mind is a little tricky than others, which we’ll discuss later on.

“Can’t 404 just appear normally like herself?” In-game? Nah, she exists in the Out Of Bounds area of the game, which is restricted zone no cat in-game can enter unless they go far enough to bypass it. 404 can barely get out of it herself.

But there’s times where she, her actual self, HAS appeared to cats like Stonepaw or Snakevalley, but only as a hallucination-that-feels-super-realistic-and-real. This would be whenever I draw her in her red and black colors or it’s just straight up her in all of her massive towering glory.

“Why can’t she just do this all the time instead of making copies?” A lady like her is too busy managing OOB and terrorizing the cats there! She’d only show herself if it was a top priority to her, like pressuring Snakie or finding Vinny.

How can she lurk into the mind?

She can’t go to the cats in-game. We all know that. The solution? Enter the mind! The best way I can explain it is she’s ‘hacking’ into the mindscape with all the knowledge she has so that they can see/envision her presence. Sometimes they aren’t too severe like just seeing vague glitches or her text boxes, or they’re very severe where she’s literally in front of you. Sounds easy for an evil moth goddess right?

Well rummaging in the mind isn’t… It’s most easiest when the cat is asleep, has already seen visions of ‘the fourth wall’ prior, or when the cat is most vulnerable. Other times, she needs to really intensely seep into the cat’s mind with, breaking through the barriers intense. Every psyche is different!

Some really good examples come from Stone and Vine! Stone saw 404 while she was just a small lil kit. After that, she’d constantly have nightmares and scary visions of 404. 404 quickly caught on and decided to keep Stone ‘in line’ via stalking so she can have ‘use’ to her plans later, but we all know that that didn’t work out. Vine meanwhile is able to ‘block’ 404 from his dreams, because all he thinks about 24/7 is cupcakes and rainbows. 404 actually managed to get to him later on, but she needed to actually be there than to use a silly copy, because it wouldn’t be very effective.

If she can’t interact with the cats in-game, how is she dragging deceased cats into OOB?

That’s because she isn’t… physically anyways. What she IS doing is coding them out of Starclan and into Out Of Bounds the very moment they die. It isn’t that scary, unless you see it happening yourself. Another trick of the mind that can unfortunately happen if you stand by her radius… but that’s very rare! ;)

How does coding work?

It’s like this

Okay but really… Coding is just what you and I could do on the computer—changing up stuff! Editing, fixing, modding, she can do it all! (apart from… yk…) It’s actually super self explanatory so there won’t be much to go over.

She uses her dexterous claws on these! These are the files, the source of every cats life and blood… The cats in OOB call them ‘The Towers’, cuz these things are taaaaaaallll. They do have their own special area in OOB, which is farther away from the actual place and are set in a ‘black void’, but she can spawn them in when she needs to make a quick ‘fix’.

404 can also take apart the files and rearrange them however she wants. And she can ‘spawn’ pieces of the files to her hand so she can edit them portably without having to climb or bring the whole tower with her.

Usually when she gets her hands on a file it will slowly (or quickly depending on the damage done) start chipping away. It isn’t all that bad, but once it’s taken full effect and broke so much of it, then the cat is also now ‘broken’. Take Heartie for example—She changed her trait from bloodthirsty to loyal, except 404 hadn’t changed it quite perfectly, so now she has a trait that ‘doesn’t exist’ within the code.

Plus like, you can take a look at the Moththorn file and see it’s completely demolished. Wonder why.

That’s pretty much it all for now. Hope you learned something new about how 404 works and I definitely hope this clears some stuff up 🩶

[hwaslayer]

the space between us three (jyh) | ten.

⇢series masterlist | series playlist

⇢summary: while juggling the demands of life, yunho continues to do his best to raise his independent 11 yr old daughter, seora. throughout the years, they've built a strong foundation, an unbreakable bond— one that consists of late night talks and food runs, father/daughter dates, and sideline cheerleading at her basketball games. so when you unexpectedly come into their world, things shift. despite the uncertainty and the fear of stepping outside of their comfort zone, yunho and seora eventually learn how to open their hearts and learn how to rebuild a home where three can thrive together.

⇢pairing: single dad!yunho x f. reader

⇢genre: (18+ - minors dni) strangers to lovers, single dad au | fluff, angst, smut

⇢word count: 4.6k

⇢chapter content/warnings: cussing/mature language, hwa just hella unsure and causing problems lol, typical yunho x oc being cute af, making out, a lil bit of some dry humping, flashback scene of yunho taking seora to see her mom, crying, yunho opens up to seora about his relationship and it goes south

⇢a/n: the hongjoong fic is starting! you can find it here in case you missed it <33

"Hey." You pop into Noeul's cubicle, welcoming yourself into the free chair. "How's it going?" You're taking a break after the emails briefly stopped flooding in, checking in with your bestfriend. She seems better, but you know where her mind is still at.

"Hey cutie." She looks at you. "It's been alright. Dealing with some more internal issues, but nothing too bad." She chuckles. "Finally got a minute to breathe?"

"Mhm."

"Seeing your man later?"

"Mhm." You respond in a sing-song tone. "Can't wait. Miss him." 

"Cuties. Love you two."

"Have you talked to Seonghwa?" You ask, just to give her time to vent if needed.

"Nope."

"He didn't text you back?"

"Um, no. No he hasn't." She gives you a tiny, forced smile and it breaks your heart. "He's been ignoring me, actually. I saw him this morning on the way to the office, and I thought it was my window to talk to him."

"But? Did you guys make contact?"

"Yeah, but he literally popped out his phone and made a beeline for the entrance." She scoffs. "Yoori's also been majorly giving me the eye."

"Well."

⇢FLASHBACK

noeul: hey, can we talk?

hwa: sorry, not a good time. swamped today.

noeul: okay, so can't we talk after work?

hwa: can't.

noeul: seonghwa, really?

"Sorry." Seonghwa says as he slips into Yoori's office, her face unamused when he finds him tucking his phone into his pocket. "I just got caught up with something."

"Noeul, you mean?" She looks at his pocket and he lets out a heavy sigh.

"No. I was editing an article I need to get out before the end of the week."

"Right." Yoori looks at him over her computer. Seonghwa can tell she's still not happy. And although he doesn't blame her, he is getting tired of the attitude. Of her temper and being short with him. Of keeping within the same routine. He tried to make it up to her. Tried to make this different.

But in the end, it didn't feel so different and he doesn't want to continue if it'll keep heading down this route.

He does think about the fun he had with Noeul. He thinks about having more fun with her. He thinks about how maybe, Noeul would be different. A different kind of fun for him.

"I didn't come here to fight." Seonghwa sighs. "I wanted to ask if you wanted to go out to dinner tonight."

"Not really."

"Why not?"

"I don't really wanna be out tonight, especially after the day I've already had."

"I'm sorry, but what does that have to do with me taking you out to dinner? I'll pick you up and drop you off. Or, you can stay at mine if you want."

"Seriously Hwa. Not tonight. Can we raincheck?" He sighs again and nods defeatedly.

"Yeah sure."

"Is there anything else?" She asks him and he just shakes his head. Feeling like he wasted his time to see her. He was excited to see her and ask her out tonight.

But, that went down the drain.

And now, as he's heading back to his office, he's staring at the thread between him and Noeul. Wondering if he should text her and finally talk to her. He's starting to think that Noeul wasn't just that shiny new toy to him and that his heart hasn't truly belonged to Yoori all this time.

Maybe, he needs to break free if all they do is go in circles.

Circles he feels obligated to follow because Yoori is all he's known these past months.

⇢END

"I'm sorry." You brush her hair away from her face.

"Maybe I am just stupid."

"You're not. He's just.. not the right guy, and that's totally fine." You look at her, slightly frowning. "You'll find someone who is worthy of your love and will shower you with the love you deserve."

"I know, but why can't I let go of it? We literally made out at your birthday and that was it."

"Well, you had fun with him. You were with him for the majority of the night. He's attractive too, I can't lie." You shrug. "But, he also needs to really get his shit together, especially with the whole Yoori thing. You don't wanna be another part of that equation, and you don't deserve to." She sighs.

"I just gotta let it go. You're right. It makes no sense for me to hold onto this. He's with Yoori and there's no changing that."

"Quite frankly, I don't even know if Yoori has him." She looks at you, forehead crinkled. "Okay, sorry. Point is, he needs to get himself together and you deserve someone who is sure of you. They'll come along, no doubt."

"I hope so."

"My sweet Noeul." You throw your arm around her. "Come over sometime this week or weekend? We can have a girl's night. I'll tell Sian, too."

"I could use another shopping date. I need a new, cute but functional, everyday bag."

"Are we thinking luxury bag?"

"Maybe."

"Treat yourself! Let's do it." Noeul smiles. "There she is."

"Love you."

"Love you, too." Your phone dings, signaling a text from Yunho and another coworker about a project-related. order "Let me get back to work. I've gotta check on this order I placed for the team. They needed specific electrodes for this study and they said they'd have it by a specific time this week. Gotta make sure it's on track."

"Goodluck."

"Thank you. Text me if you need anything? Or come bother me if you have time." She nods.

With that, you text your coworker back as you head to the procurement facility to check on the status of their order. It's an elevator ride down to the basement, and luckily, there isn't a huge line or a lot of people crowding the area to pick up orders. You find your contact to get an update, relieved it should be delivered tomorrow and can be picked up before lunch time. You relay the info to your coworker as you head back upstairs to your desk, the emails and task items slowly building post-break.

yunho: can't wait to see you later pretty girl

you: excited 🥰 what's lunch?

yunho: surprise!

you: boooooo

yunho: don't give me that, cutie. it'll be worth it! 

yunho: gtg, gotta look into one of the systems slowing down

yunho: 😘

You set the phone down to get back to work, only to come back to it with another text from Yunho.

yunho: damn kiss me back at least??????

you: can you go?! 😂

you: 😘

You giggle to yourself, finishing up the other tasks that have made its way to you before lunch time comes around the corner. You get the usual text from Yunho letting you know he was heading to your meeting spot, so you grab your water bottle and head out. It's a bit chilly outside, causing you to wrap your jacket around you tightly— easily finding Yunho's tall figure ahead.

"Hi." You giggle when Yunho pulls you in for a tight hug and presses a kiss to the top of your head.

"Missed you, pretty girl." He raises a cute bag up. "Made some kimbap with Seora last night."

"I missed you, too." Your eyes glow at the bag. "That's so sweet. Can't wait to eat 'em for lunch, I'm sure it's delicious." You smile, tiptoeing to give him a curt peck on the lips. You feel Yunho smile against the kiss, subtly biting his lip when you pull back.

"Can we get to the car? Now?"

"Yunho." You laugh, squealing when Yunho laces his hand with yours—rushing over to his car in the staff garage and dragging you along. He has long strides, so you're having to keep up 10x more than normal. "Yunho! You're a giant, I can't keep up!" He laughs when he decides to carry you and gets you into his car— immediately sliding into the driver's seat and reversing out of the spot. "Why are you rushing?!"

"Because we're on a time crunch and I just need my time with you. What do you mean why?" You snort. 

"Uh huh."

"I also just want you on my lap, is that so much to ask?" You let out a cute yell, making Yunho laugh even louder. He makes his way to the usual trail and lake, parking underneath the shade since the sun is out despite the chill. He pops open the large container, showing you the different kinds of kimbap they made. He hands you some chopsticks, allowing you to dig in first and give an honest review.

"Yum! This is so good, Yu." 

"Yeah? You aren't lying?" He looks at you, maintaining eye contact until you break first.

"Swear." You chuckle.

"Your mom and dad said it was good, too. I'll give credit to Seora for the idea and for planning out what kimbap we'd make."

"The girl's got taste!" You pop in another one, looking out at the lake ahead. There's a few people walking the trail, elderly couples holding onto each other as they take their time with their stroll or runners getting a workout in before it gets too late in the afternoon. Ducks are taking a dip in the lake, squirrels running up the trees. 

It's a nice reminder of life's little blessings.

"Hey." You turn in the passenger's seat, tucking your leg underneath the other to sit comfortably.

"Yeah, baby?"

"How was it? Did you take Seora to the cemetery?"

"Yeah." He smiles. "It was good. She was really happy."

"Did she get to decorate?"

"Lots."

⇢FLASHBACK

"What's that?" Yunho asks as he drives over to the cemetery, briefly glancing at Seora's lap when he gets a chance.

"You know how I got into crochet kits lately?"

"Yes, I'm reminded by the monthly subscription that goes through on my card." Seora laughs. "You're making good use of it."

"Yeah. I made one from the Hello Kitty line I got in. I made the Little Twinstars." Seora raises the two. "They're holding hands. I know they're siblings but I wanted it to be like.. me and mom."

"That's cute." Yunho smiles a bit.

"I also made this sushi and named it Oishi. It has a little slice of tamago on the top." Yunho laughs.

"You're just like your mom. Inspiring and creative." Seora smiles.

"Then, I made a drawing of our picture."

"It's beautiful."

"And a threaded bracelet."

"Wow, you really got to work." Seora shows her wrist and holds it near her father's by the wheel. 

"She can match us now."

"That's right." Yunho pulls into the cemetery and drives toward the columbarium. He parks near the front doors, letting out a sigh when he shuts off the car. "Ready to go, ace?"

"I am." She nods with a soft smile. Yunho quickly hops out to help Seora out of the passenger seat, shutting her door for her when she climbs out with all her things. Yunho walks alongside of her as they enter the quiet, still building. Seora holds onto her father's arm as they walk down the hall, Yunho leading her through the familiar path towards Eunha.

"Here." He brings her in front of her niche, looking down to see her reaction. She slowly steps forward, her hand touching the glass.

"Mom." She says quietly.

"Go ahead." Yunho hands her the key to unlock the little glass door. She takes it, slowly sliding the key into the lock before twisting it open. 

"Brought you some stuff that I made." She says quietly. Yunho watches with a smile on his face as Seora continues to explain to her mom what each item is and why she brought it. Once the decorations are settled to her liking inside, she lets out a sigh and drops her head. He hears her sniffling, her hand coming up to wipe her tears away.

"Ace?" He comes from behind, hands on her shoulders.

"I just miss her." Is all she says before she turns to dig her head into her father's chest. 

"Oh, ace." Yunho holds her close, gently rubbing her back as she continues to quietly cry— tears a sign of all the pain and sadness she harbored over the years. "I'm so sorry, babygirl." He whispers against the top of her head before placing a small kiss to the surface.

The days and nights of longing for a mother's love, a mother's touch. 

Yearning and needing.

All coming to surface.

"Can we sit here for a bit and talk about mom?"

"Of course."

"I remember some things."

"You do?" Seora nods. She remembers a few core memories from when she was small; they're all bits and pieces, fragments of the past when she wished she had all the puzzle pieces together to see the bigger picture. But, she remembers. She remembers pieces of her mom and that's what matters to her, that's what she'll hold onto tightly.

She remembers when she finally stopped whining and crying during swim class— finding the courage to join the other toddlers in the water to learn how to float and get used to the feeling. She remembers her mom encouraging her with her sweet tone, telling her she believed in her. She remembers the kiss to her forehead, feeling it against her skin like it was just yesterday.

And Yunho listens.

He chimes in with a few other stories from when she was a baby, the two of them giggling and in good spirits while sitting around Eunha. The hour goes by so quickly, it feels like 5 minutes to the two.

⇢END

"That's so sweet."

"Yeah, we spent about a good hour there. Gonna make it our weekend thing besides our little dates and her games."

"Cute." You smile. "You should." The both of you are sipping water, popping in some gum post-meal. "I'm glad you two had that time together and will keep it a part of your schedule."

"Yeah." Yunho leans his head back against the headrest, eyeing you up and down as much as he possibly can from his seat. "Come here, baby." He says lowly, subtly licking his lips.

"Hm?" You hum, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks.

"C'mere." He gives you a look, adjusting his seat back to make room for you.

"Babe, people might see us!" You say, even though you're already preparing to take your seat on your man's lap. 

"And I do not give a fuck." He laughs. "They can have a free show." He watches as you climb over, straddling his lap. "Besides, you're already here. Did you really have strong opinions about it in the first place?" He looks up at you as you trace his jaw with your thumb. He takes your hand in his, kissing your fingers, your knuckles.

"Maybe, maybe not." 

"Mm, tease, aren't you?" He smirks, lips edging towards yours. He licks his lips, hands gripping at your hips to keep you close. "Hm, pretty girl?" He whispers just as his lips graze yours, followed by a light, feathery kiss. You finally dip forward to lock him into a kiss.

It's soft at first. Sweet. 

Yunho's lips against yours feel perfect. Like it was molded to fit yours, to console you, to keep you safe;

Like it was made to love you.

Your hands fall to his cheeks, thumb pads grazing the surface, his jaw. The kiss deepens quick, tongues moving together in a slow dance. Yunho grip on your hips tightens, egging you to move on him. 

And you do just that.

Slowly, eagerly. With intent, meaning.

"Yunho." You breathe out, trapping him into another kiss just as he bites onto your bottom lip and tugs it back. 

"Yeah, baby?" He whispers, hand coming up behind your neck; fingers threading through your hair to keep you close. 

"Wish we could be home right now."

"Say the word and I'll take you home." You giggle against his lips, pecking him once more.

"You've gotta pick up Seora later."

"I can stop by yours before I do." He leans forward to continue kissing you like there's no tomorrow. "I plan to tell Seora tonight, by the way." You pause, hands still cupping his cheeks.

"A-are you sure, love?"

"Why wouldn't I be?" He rubs at the sides of your thighs, but you sit back— titling your head as you look at him.

"Maybe we should wait a bit more? You just took her to the cemetery to see her mom, Yu. She might need time."

"She'll be okay. I just.. I wanna tell her sooner than later. Or else, I'll feel like it's never the right time and that's unfair to you."

"Well, she's the one who matters the most."

"I promise she'll be fine. You trust me, right?"

"I do. It's not that. I'm just not sure how she'll react." It's true, you don't know how she'll react and that's what you're afraid of. You're afraid she'll take it the wrong way, you're afraid she'll never look past it. You're afraid she'll never accept this.

And if she doesn't, then it'll be something you'll have to accept.

Seora will always come first and you will never do anything to challenge that. To break her beautiful relationship with her father, to ruin her comfort zone.

"Either way, it's going to be an adjustment, but we'll make this work."

"Together?"

"Always." His eyes fall to your lips before he dips in for another sweet, long kiss. You giggle after awhile, breaking the kiss to look at your phone.

"Fuck. Maybe we should head back." You flash your phone at him, seeing there's only about 10 minutes left of break." Yunho sighs, groaning a bit.

"Fine."

"Grump." You joke as you climb back into the passenger's seat.

"No seriously, can I pop in before I pick up Seora?"

"Yunho." You pinch his arm. "And be late to pick her up? Absolutely not."

"Ah— okay." He pouts as he starts up the car and begins to head back toward the hospital. "Are you working from home any day this week?"

"Maybe." You laugh, and he wiggles his eyebrows. You swear Yunho is such a dork, but you fall for him more and more every day. 

"There's my invite." 

"You're too much." He slides his free hand into yours, kissing the surface.

"Just love my time with you, that's all." He smiles softly. Yunho looks at you, and he just feels love. He feels lucky to have found someone again who understands him, takes him for him and is willing to love him and all that he comes with. 

He doesn't want to lose that.

Even though he knows it'll be tough, he doesn't want to lose that.

The ride back to work is quiet besides the tiny kisses shared before hopping out to get back to your offices. You've got a few hours left in your workday, and for Yunho, it's a little longer in comparison with all the tickets he's helping the team with. He's also got a check-in meeting to finalize the plans for the new unit before he can wrap up and call it a day.

All in a day's work.

"Hey." He hears a familiar voice as he straps in his backpack and throws his hat on before heading out for the afternoon.

"What's up?" Yunho looks at Seonghwa with a small smile. "You look beat."

"I am." 

"Didn't you see Yoori earlier?" Seonghwa walk alongside of his bestfriend as they head out to the staff garage.

"Yeah. That didn't go all that well."

"Well, how do you expect her to act?" Seonghwa shrugs.

"I don't know, but quite frankly, I'm getting kinda tired of it."

"What?" Yunho snorts. "You wanted the casual, lowkey thing."

"Yeah, but things were kinda changing. Now, we barely even do anything. We don't go out, we don't have fun. Nothing. It's usually a quick outing to eat or else we stay at each other's places."

"Isn't that the point of lowkey and casual?" Yunho looks at him. "What's making you second guess? Noeul and the whole club thing?"

"Maybe?" Yunho shakes his head.

"Figure it out first. Don't get Noeul wrapped up in this even more if you aren't sure."

"I feel bad, I brushed her off earlier."

"Exactly, Hwa. Don't do that. Not only cause she's Y/N's friend, but you don't string someone along because you want a fun backup." Hwa sighs.

"It's not even just that."

"Then?" Yunho unlocks his car and tosses his backpack in the trunk.

"I don't know."

"Figure it out, my guy. Wouldn't hurt to get expedited shipping on that either. Someone's gonna end up real hurt if you aren't honest about what you want and need right now." Hwa sighs. "Can never be simple with you, can it?"

"Anyway. Did you see Y/N earlier?"

"Mhm. Of course." Yunho chuckles.

"Are you still planning to tell ace tonight about you two?"

"I think so, yeah. I kinda just wanna rip the bandaid off."

"Goodluck. I'm sure she'll be fine eventually. But, let me know how it goes."

"Deflecting." Yunho teases making Seonghwa roll his eyes as he starts to back away towards the direction of his car.

"Fuck off, alright? Tell ace I said hi." Yunho chuckles before sliding into his car and heading out to pick up his daughter and his tiny-but-not-so-tiny bestfriend. He parks in the school's lot, walking over to the gym to catch the tail end of practice. He watches as they run their last play of the evening, running a few minutes over time. Coach calls it, yelling out the play until the girls run it all the way through in perfection. Yunho nods, loving these moments when he can see his baby girl in action. He greets a few of other parents before watching Seora drag herself to the locker room to grab her things and head home. "Hey ace." Yunho says when he sees Seora dragging her huge duffle bag along. He laughs and takes it from her, slinging the strap over his shoulder. "How was practice?"

"God, awful. We ran so many of the plays just to get a feel for it for the next playoff game."

"That's good."

"Not good. My legs are beat." She looks up at him as she sips her water bottle. "What's dinner?"

"Was thinking we could just do kimchi-jjigae."

"Mm. Yum!" She says, throwing her backpack in the trunk once it's popped open. "Sounds good right about now."

"Yeah, doesn't it?" When the trek home begins, Seora starts to tell her father about her day and how much of a good day she had. None of her friends were out sick, and they got to watch movies in a couple of her classes. The more he hears her talk about her day, the more he feels the guilt building in the pit of his stomach.

Because he would be the reason that would change.

The reason why her day would ended on such a dramatic, life-changing note.

But, he keeps himself strong— keeps his decision firm because he knows he just has to do it. He looks at her and cherishes her smile and her laugh, hoping he could still see those same bright features once he lays it all out for her. For the future.

He hopes he doesn't lose his baby girl.

When they get home, they greet your parents through the kitchen window and more guilt settled into the pit of his stomach realizing that would be the next step.

You, handling your parents. Hoping they'd support you in this relationship.

Yunho kicks off his shoes and Seora races to the bathroom to shower and get comfy. He decides to get the kimchi-jjigae and rice going before washing up for the night and getting into some pajamas. By the time everything's finished, Seora is already sitting at the table watching her show while Yunho brings over the hot pot of kimchi-jjigae to the center of the table. He grabs their bowls to put some rice inside before setting them down next to the pot They say their grace before digging in, Yunho indulging in the show she has on. She explains the current plot, keeping her father up to date on all the drama that's happened so far. They talk about other shows and upcoming movies in between, Seora basically planning one of their dates as another movie date.

This time, at a different theater. One that has different themes in each theater room, and it switches out almost every month. 

Yunho just agrees, wanting to take Seora anywhere just so she could be happy and they can spend time together outside of the house. When dinner is done, Yunho and Seora clean up the dishes and close out the kitchen, but Seora finds it a good time to dig for some dessert to balance out the savory meal they've had.

Yunho also finds it a good time to just cut to the chase.

Let her know what's been going on.

"Ace."

"Hm?" She digs through the fridge.

"Can I talk to you for a sec?"

"If it's about me being head deep into the fridge to find dessert, I'm sorry dad, but I have no regrets." Yunho chuckles.

"No. Listen to me." She shuts the fridge emptyhanded.

"We need more desserts."

"Noted." Seora senses the shift in his tone. The dip.

"What is it, daddy?"

"I've... been seeing someone for awhile now."

"Like friends? I see my friends all the time?"

"No, dating. As in a relationship."

"Dating? Relationship?"

"Yeah." Yunho swallows the lump in his throat when he sees the smile on her face die and turn into a frown. Here it goes.

"Dating?" She repeats in utter disbelief. "So, what was the weekend all about?"

"What does the weekend have to do with what I'm telling you, baby girl?"

"Mom? Visiting her?" She scoffs. "Do you even remember Mom like that, or are you just replacing her with someone because it doesn't even matter anymore? Replacing her with someone who knows where the freaking juice is in the fridge—"

"Seora." Yunho furrows his brows. "Hey, stop that. You do not say that to me. I never said she was replacing your mom. I could never. I just wanted to tell you when the time felt right—" He falters. She stares back at him— expression unreadable at first, then her eyes flicker. "It isn't about forgetting her at all."

"It's about you. It's all about you!" Her tone raises. "You moved on. You moved on and didn't think I'd notice. You're clearly forgetting about her and moving on. You literally don't even care—"

"Seora, that's enough!" She scoffs again, rolling her eyes as she turns to head towards her room. "I thought you'd respond better than that."

"What do you expect me to say, dad? Congrats?!" She pauses and shakes her head. "Whatever. Have fun playing house with your new girlfriend."

"Seora!" She slams the door to her room, leaving Yunho dumbfounded in the living room. His jaw ticks, and he's not sure how to navigate this. Seora has never been this mad at Yunho and vice versa; sure, he's had to calmly discipline her before and correct mistakes, but they've never had this big of an argument.

Whenever they'd disagree, he knew it could easily be salvaged. They'd talk about it, Yunho would fix things patiently. They'd get back to the way they were. Seora would take her lessons to heart and wouldn't make the same mistake again because she'd never wanna disappoint her father, the most important man in her life. Her bestfriend.

Now, it doesn't feel so easily salvageable. Yunho has never seen her so mad. He's never felt this much anger and disappointment. He's not sure how long it'll take to blow over, or how they'd even move past this.

All he can do is sigh, running his hand through his hair before he mutters a short 'fuck' to himself. He cleans the living room and shuts off the lights for the night, sadly heading to bed when Seora doesn't come out for the rest of the evening. No goodnight's, no 'I love you's,' no hugs. And Yunho knows he shouldn't let them go to bed like this, but he knows she needs time. He needs time. He doesn't wanna make this worse, and he doesn't wanna do anything to hurt her more.

But, he expected this. He should've known. So, why doesn't he feel prepared at all? 

Where does he go from here?

"Hey babe." Yunho feels himself relax a bit as he settles into his sheets, letting out a small sigh. "You okay?"

"I don't know. Definitely did not go as planned." You feel your heart beating against your chest, anxiety slightly rising. Of course it didn't go well. You also expected it, so why don't you feel prepared at all? 

What a silly question to ask, Y/N.

"I'm sorry." You respond softly. "Maybe she really just needed time, Yu."

"I guess. Maybe it is my fault." He says defeatedly. "I don't think any other time would've been the right time, and I think she would've reacted this way regardless." He sighs. "But, part of me really hoped she'd be open to it. I don't know what to say to her, I don't know what to do. We've never been in an argument like this."

"Don't push her any further on this, okay? Let it settle and talk about it with her when things feel better."

"Yeah."

"We'll get through this, remember?"

"Mmyeah." He tries to be positive, but it's already killing him how upset Seora is. The silence on the phone is telling, and the silence is enough to scare you. It only makes you fear telling your mom even more, knowing she won't be supportive of it either.

You've talked about the possibilities, so why don't the both of you feel prepared?

⇢taglist: @asjkdk @interweab @woojirang @svintsandghosts @cheolliehugs @mxnsxngie @jycas @cowboydk @nopension @curse-of-art @thechaotictheoryy @likexaxdaydream @dalsuwaha @enha-stars @yasuraokaa @professormingisglasses @yunyunrin @pommelex @astral-trashcan @laura1399 @domfikeluva @tournesol155 @hwaskookies @yusalterego @hwa-stars @hyukssunflower @chngbnwf @jaytheatiny @lucid-galaxys-world @chaotic-floral @sofkloster @honeyrecommends @hwashua-luv @luvv4bby @spicxbnny @pandyandy71 @sanniesaurus @angel-hyuckie @wolviejex @purpleyou7x @honeyhotteoks @woovalin @piecessoull @prodsh00ky @seesawsaredangerous

[theunsinkableship1]

Well, this is awkward! #choices

⚠️Disclaimer: This is a Lukola space. Skip if you don’t believe.

Your girl is lovely, Luke.

If you know, you know. It's a quiet, loaded line from The Way We Were, a film about deep love, impossible timing, and the ache of what might’ve been. And I can’t think of a more fitting way to begin this than with that.

That film taught us something crucial: that timing, background, and the weight of real life can undo even the deepest of loves. I have a video on YouTube titled Lukola the way they are if you want to know more about that.

Luke has finally gone public with his girlfriend, IG official. There’s kissing, smiling, and he finally looks comfortable, good for him. And Nicola, gracious as always, shared the link.

But if you’re wondering where I stand, I’m still here.

This is my first and only ship, and likely the last. I’ve witnessed many forms of love, real ones: friends, couples, partners, family. I’ve seen weddings that moved me to tears, relationships that inspired me. But I’ve never felt what I’ve felt while watching Nicola and Luke together. I don’t say this lightly: it feels different. It struck something in me I didn’t know needed to be struck. I don’t ship casually. I don’t follow celebrities like this. Yet, somehow, Lukola found a place deep in my heart.

I fell for Polin first because like many of us, I adore the friends-to-lovers trope. I loved Nicola first, from Derry Girls. I followed only her for a long time. Season 2 made me notice Luke in a new way. The chemistry they shared on-screen and off-screen was electric and easy. Then, I fell for Lukola harder. I didn’t ship them immediately because Luke was in a committed, real relationship, and I respected that. But once that ended, and the bts glances, the interactions, and later press and promo moments unfolded, something shifted for me. The affection, the depth, the timing, the way they looked at each other, how safe they seemed in each other’s orbit… I couldn’t look away.

Then came Australia, Italy, Brazil, USA, Canada, Ireland and London. Then the pap walk. Then the mixed messages, the brouhaha, the subtext, the distance and the silence. And now this an official relationship announcement on social media?

I know what I saw and heard during the Bridgerton press tour, especially when no one was supposed to be watching. I believe in what was there, even if it didn’t or couldn’t last. Maybe they’re just friends now. Maybe they’re trying to move on. Maybe they’re navigating a complicated emotional path in public, in private, under pressures we can’t begin to understand. Maybe there are differences, lifestyle, background, family that complicate things. Who knows what is going on? But what I felt, what I saw, what echoed between the moments… I still believe it was real.

This fandom isn’t about delusion for me. It’s about resonance. About recognizing a bond that mirrors something we long for connection, tenderness, safety, joy, love in its most unforced, radiant form. For me, Lukola isn’t just a ship. It’s a reminder that love can be subtle, quiet, messy, conflicted, beautiful, and completely transformative.

So yes, things look different now. And yes, this might be the end of something. But if it is, I’m not ashamed to say I cared deeply. That I saw love. And that I still do.

If they’ve let go, I hope it was gentle. If they haven’t, I hope they find a way through. And if they are truly happier apart, I wish them peace and light in every path they choose.

I believe Nicola and Luke have or had romantic feelings for each other. Of that, I am sure. I also believe that, at some point, in some form, they were together. Maybe it wasn’t conventional. Maybe it wasn’t long. But it was something. And love, real love rarely fits neatly into boxes. Life is complicated. Love is even more so.

It comes down to choices and timing. They are both adults. They know themselves. They know each other. They know what’s best for them right now. And maybe, just maybe, they are making the right choices, even if those choices don’t include each other. We’ve all made decisions we later questioned. Maybe they will too. Or maybe they won’t. Love doesn’t always work. Sometimes it burns out. Sometimes it’s not enough.

But if everything had truly been neat, if there had been nothing between them, then surely things would have cleared up long ago. The secrecy, the strange choreography of public appearances and private distance, the silence, it speaks volumes. As I’ve said before: this is the story they want us to believe now. That’s their truth. And that’s okay.

I’m not leaving this ship. Nobody’s married. Break up and divorce exist for a reason, I’m not wishing that on them, statistically speaking it happens. I won’t be shipping as actively anymore. I won’t analyze photos, videos or read into every action. I won’t engage in theories or dissect every glance. But know this: this ship isn’t dead. It’s not because I don’t believe in Lukola. I’ll keep an eye on them. I wish them both love, peace, and the strength to walk whatever paths they choose with or without each other. They’ve offered us grandiose moments of love and we are thankful, and if there’s nothing left, we will always have the world tour. Lukolaship is a submarine. It may disappear from sight, it may dwell in silence, but it’s never sunk. It’s still here, deep beneath the surface, but one day, it might resurface. Maybe in a year. Maybe in five. Maybe never. But if it does, I’ll be here.

[tweedlydumbtweedlydoo]

Comfort in Unexpected Places | Rafe Cameron x reader

Summary: you and JJ broke things off, but whose arms *cough*-bed do you fall into looking for comfort?

A/N: Hope you enjoy! Trying to clean up my drafts. x

Tag list is at the end. Let me know if you want to be added xx

Go follow my fic rec blog! ---> @imaginationgonewild0912

**MASTERLIST**

Requests: {OPEN} CLOSED

** Rules for Requesting **

** Who I Write For **

********************************************************************************************NOT MY GIF, CREDIT TO OWNERS

“Me and y/n are over. I broke it off last night.”

“Ok good, cause I slept with her last night.”

"After all we've been through-" You follow JJ down to the dock where he's untying the boat, "You're just going to end things?!"

"We both deserve better. Look we've been through a lot, but I think the feelings are just not there anymore, you know?" He shrugs, "I don't want to string you along anymore."

"String me-" You scoff, "string me along? Whatever, JJ. You're such a dick and I can't believe I wasted so much time on you."

You stomp away, pissed and broken hearted. After all this time, all this effort you'd put into the relationship and into JJ and he ends things? You'd done everything to try and help him get on to a better path.

You find yourself a few drinks deep at the local dive bar a cigarette hanging between your lips, you take a drag.

"When did we start smoking?"

You blow the smoke out, recognizing the voice, "a girl can have a cigarette every now and then."

He slips in the stool next to you, waving down the bartender, "I'll have what she's having." He smirks a little, side eyeing you, "and put her drinks on my tab."

"oh?" You crush the cigarette in the ash tray, "You're going to pay for my drinks?"

He shrugs, "a little birdie told me you were nursing a broken heart. I figured it's the least I can do."

"Word travels fast."

"You deserved better than Maybank anyways." Rafe places a hand on the back of the stool, leaning toward you, "I've been waiting for him to fuck up so I can swing in and save you."

You roll your eyes, laughing, "You're so stupid," You push him away from you. "You've never once looked my way. I'm not your type."

He chuckles, but leans in once more, eyes locked on yours, "Now, how do you know you're not my type? Maybe you've had your eyes on the wrong guy and haven't noticed me yet?" It was the truth. He'd had his eyes on you all this time, but knowing you were Maybank's there was no overstepping. You weren't his. Now though? Now you were anyone's. And Rafe wanted to make you his tonight.

You feel yourself heat up at the look he's giving you. A look of passion and longing. Suddenly you start to look at Rafe differently. Had he always been this hot and desirable? Maybe it was the alcohol but when Rafe asked you if you wanted to get out of there, you didn't hesitate to take his hand and follow him wherever he took you.

~

The next night a local party, you'd stepped away to grab a drink when JJ and the rest of the Pogues arrived. Rafe couldn't wait for this. The moment he could rub it in JJ's face. JJ had fumbled losing you. You were beautiful, funny and Rafe realized he wished he'd over stepped the boundary sooner so he could have had more time with you.

"Hey man," Rafe approached JJ, "How's it going?"

"Fine," JJ replied, "What do you want?"

"Oh you know," he sips his beer, "I was just wondering about y/n? You two showed up separately tonight."

“Me and y/n are over. I broke it off last night.” JJ says.

Rafe can't help the smirk that plays against his lips, “Ok good, cause I slept with her last night.”

If looks could kill. JJ's sure he didn't hear him right, "Excuse me?"

"y/n." Rafe points to you at the drink table, "I slept with her last night."

"You son of a bitch-" JJ lunges at Rafe, who is chuckling and shakes JJ off.

"Hey man, you broke it off with her. That's on you. I'd say you lost the best thing that could have happened to you. But I also have to thank you." He watches you heading toward him and smiles at you, patting JJ on the shoulder without even looking his way, "Cause now she's my treasure."

~

Thanks for reading! Comments, likes and reblogs always welcomed and appreciated! x

[cozycottagetarot]

Where You Bloom Bold

Links: Reading Masterlist | Ko-Fi | Personal Readings - open

About This Reading:

This reading is a sample from my latest offering on Patreon and marks the beginning of a new chapter over on my new blog, The Enchanted Chapter (@theenchantedchapter). Cozy Cottage Tarot isn’t going anywhere! I’ll still reblog new readings here, but from now on, all new posts will go up first on the new blog.

I’d love for you to follow along and step into this next dreamy chapter with me 🦋

Elle x

The focus is on where in your life you are currently playing small. The full version includes how you can begin to change that and how or where it will help you bloom.

Just so you know, I read tarot and oracle cards using their literal meanings, card imagery and intuition. These readings are primarily meant for entertainment purposes. The contents of this reading are not meant to act as or replace professional advice of any kind. Please only take what resonates and use it to reflect if you feel called to.

Decks Used: White Numen Tarot, The Citadel Oracle, The Deadly Apothecary Oracles, Seasons of The Witch Lammas Oracle

How to Choose A Group:

Take a deep breath or ground yourself in whatever way works best. Whatever option you feel most drawn to is your group. If you feel drawn to multiple groups, that’s okay too.

Read the section that belongs to your chosen group/s and remember to take only what resonates.

🌿 Roots & Reckoning

I did ramble a bit since you were my first group 😅

Where you’re currently playing small…

Cards: ten of wands, six of swords, page of swords, the captain, the champion, the puppeteer

It seems like you’re on a journey of moving from one chapter of your life into a new one. This transition has been one you’ve been waiting for for a long time. There are all sorts of emotions attached to it, good and bad, but the issue isn’t that these emotions exist; it’s that they are heavy. They are heavy, and you’ve become so entangled in them that you might not even be able to recognise where you begin and these feelings end. But you’re at a point in your life where, as you move into this next chapter, you have to put these feelings down. I think this is something you’ve been working hard towards. You’ve stepped up and become someone who could navigate all the hardships that life threw at you, one after the other. Help might have been limited or nonexistent during these times.

You’re moving from being burdened to being full of joy, excitement and happiness. You’ve got all these new ideas of what good/positive things can happen for you in the future. You’re finally getting the chance to explore who you are unfiltered and what way of expressing yourself feels right.

So, how does this tie into how you’re playing small?

When you were navigating these responsibilities, struggles, whatever you choose to call them, you were on your own to carry them, but you weren’t alone. You carried these weights alone because there was no one to lean on, or you felt like you couldn’t. The specific cause of it had to do with your relationship with working with others. Maybe others didn’t acknowledge how much effort you were putting in. Maybe you didn’t ask for help. Maybe you did, but no one came to your aid.

Despite this, you worked towards an achievement of some kind. An achievement that allowed you to move from one chapter to the next. However, it feels like you’re holding yourself back and playing small in terms of how you celebrate this win and embrace the next part of your story with open arms.

You’re not giving yourself the full credit you deserve for not only this win, but how hard you’ve worked to get there. It feels like you’re trying to downplay it.  It’s like you’re afraid of what people will have to say if you embrace this next chapter boldly. Like you feel the need to apologise for evolving as a human, for finding happiness. There’s nothing to apologise for. This is your win. You can have gratitude for any help you received, and you can feel resentment toward the fact that you may not have received any. But release any feelings and obligations.

If you like this sample and you want to read the full reading, you can access it through my Patreon here. ✨

🍯 Thorns & Honey

Where you’re currently playing small…

Cards: the magician, ace of swords, queen of wands, the patron, the thief, the diviner

Honey, you are magic in all the best ways possible, but it’s like you refuse to let it be. You’ve either had or are on the cusp of having some kind of mental breakthrough, and it feels like this could be regarding something that has the potential to be big. The ideas won’t stop coming, and it’s almost like everything is finally falling into place. But the thing about having these ideas is that simply holding on to them in your head isn’t enough. You have to be willing to actually see them grow and bloom in the world outside your head.

I think you’re every bit capable of seeing this idea manifest in your reality, and I think that you know you’re capable of it too. The problem is it’s almost like you’re afraid of your own power. You’re familiar with the idea of “with great power comes great responsibility”, and the responsibility of it is what is getting to you. This could be because you don’t feel ready, you don’t know how to start, or maybe you’re worried that if you try to assert yourself as an authority or someone capable of executing your idea that you will be being dishonest in some way. You’re not, and you won’t.

You have this vibrant, magnetic energy around you. Your ability to create and be creative is at a high for you right now. However, you’re playing small by not having the (full) confidence and belief in yourself. Maybe you have a fear of being seen, or you’re afraid of success and the attention and demand that would follow, so you play small in an attempt to stay in what is familiar.

I think that you’re leaving things to divine timing and intervention. But you haven’t done enough work yet to say what happens next is out of your hands. This breakthrough is your opportunity that you must grab onto with both hands before you claim to let fate do the work. You have to start paving your way. I’ve been pondering how ‘the patron’ ties into this. Originally, I was going to say this idea could have to do with you starting some type of endeavour that involves mentoring or coaching others on a certain topic. If that resonates with you, then by all means, take it as a confirmation. But what I really think this card is trying to highlight is that you’re playing small by telling yourself you need more experience. Once you have more experience, then you’ll be ready to go to the next phase… but you have everything you need to bloom right now.

If you like this sample and you want to read the full reading, you can access it through my Patreon here. ✨

🌹 Roses & Rust

You’re my more straightforward group so keep in mind that the messages are a bit shorter because you’re mainly doing what you need to be doing.

Where you’re currently playing small…

Cards: four of cups, the hermit, seven of swords, the dancer, the muse, the catalyst, the sentinel

I don't feel like you're playing small, but I do feel like you're standing still. You strike me as someone who likes to make sure you can navigate your internal and external world as swiftly and seamlessly as possible. Because of that, it feels like right now, you're more focused on reflecting, trying to map out the pros and cons of what paths and opportunities are available to you at the moment.

There is a possibility that you're afraid of ruffling feathers, and if that's the case, then I feel like that's where you're playing small. You're denying yourself the opportunity — and the right — to fully explore your options on your own terms, without worrying about what other people have to say or think about it.

The energy here feels very muted. It's as if the cards are pointing towards a disconnection from yourself, and that’s what’s coming through now. You're usually someone who's more optimistic — a lover, a romantic of life in general, not just of people. But for some reason, you’re keeping yourself closed off in your external world, and as a result, it’s creating stagnancy internally too.

You're playing small by not embracing your inner dreamer — that lively, vibrant spirit that lives within you. You have to free yourself of this, because it is time for you to change. Something in your life is ready to shift.

By not making any moves, by closing yourself off, you’re actually stopping the very changes you might be hoping for from happening. It’s time for you to shake things up on purpose. Let change be your intention, not something that happens to you.

Rather than change pulling you away from the things you want or are working towards, it might just be the thing that brings you even closer to them.

Maybe you’ve experienced some kind of betrayal recently, possibly in the last few months — and that’s what’s caused this shutdown. If you’ve been searching for inner guidance and it’s felt absent, that could be a strong reason why.

If you like this sample and you want to read the full reading, you can access it through my Patreon here. ✨

[jhjjssn-7]

- summary:you were too horny and jealous for you to wait until the party ends,maybe i little too desperate even forgetting the fact you are a virgin or maybe the fact that your boyfriends is not going easy on you after hearing your shits.

-pairing: bf dom!sunghoon x fem!reader.

-warnings : smut. swearing.angst.dom!sunghoon &sub!reader. pet names (darling ,slut). alcohol. kissing. rough sex.unprotected sex .virginity loss. light teasing.

Sunghoon is too good for being your boyfriend.these words are not only your thought but all of your friends and family also say that .well who are you to disagree when the man is an angel.when you both meet at a party through a mutual friend the spark between you two was undeniable.After some time of talking and confessing you both got in a relationship.Your boyfriend was so generous that only after a week of dating,when you got in a need of a place to live for your new college,sunghoon gave you the offer to live with him.you didn't wanted to burden him so you denied but he didn't listened and you finally moved in.from that time till now it has been 6 months.

But one thing that gawked at you a lot was your virginity."what if i am not enough for him"these thought always cross your mind.the most scary thought was"what if he leaves me because of this?".the thought only made you shiver in fear of losing someone you loved so dearly.

Whenever your making out sessions turned heated and messy you always ended it,still feeling miserable to not consider his feelings."its ok baby ,i won't force you.i love you "those were the word he used to console me.even after that i was used to cry whenever he left the house. "y/n are you serious.i mean he is a man of needs and you are starving him for straight 6 months do you even realize that"even your friends took it as a shaming thing.but were they wrong?no .you didn't think so.but you tried your best to move your relation forward.until it felt slipping away.not because of sunghoon but because of your insecutrites.even if u never fought the tension was always there.as if waiting for one of you to snap.until one day it happened. Sunghoon's friend circle invited him to a party.well not just a party.his ex,ela's,party.somehow i also ended up here in my cute pink corset dress."yo sunghoon,bro are you even alive?"i heard a friend of sunghoon ."heeseung you are overdramatic"sunghoon said laughing at his friend's drunk state .a hand suddenly pushed me back a bit and clinging on sunghoon's arm.before i can see who it was i was dragged by Heeseung on the dance floor.he started dancing his ass off on the floor.my eyes went back to sunghoon,making me stop at the scene. ela was clinging to sunghoon's figure .they were both casually talking laughing at each others talks .i ignored the sight swallowing my tears dancing with heeseung not even realising he was really close to me i just danced.i looked back at them ,and i regretted cominghere.sunghoon was kissing ela as she clinged to sunghoon kissing him back.i couldn't bear the sight going to them pulling ela from her arm"what the fu-"she didn't completed the words ,i slapped her on her chooks hard."y/n what are you doing?"heeseung said from behind.i just left that place going to car.and leaving sunghoon behind driving straight to home. "why the hell you know what you did just now y/n.you slapped ela"sunghoon said as soon as he entered after 10 mins i came back."what do you expect me to do after seeing my boyfriend kissing his fucking ex hoon"i shouted back my tears falling."what the fuck yn i didn't kissed her""so now according to you i am blind too?"isaid "yn just fucking listen to me""no you listen to me.i am not gonna tolerate this fucking things anymore hoon,i guess its best to leave you .just go back to your ela alr-"before i could finish my words i was yanked back on the couch .his soft lips kissing me so hard .i tried to push him away but he manhandled me towards our room on the shared bed.he laid me down. "don't dare to complete that word yn.i only fucking love you no one else can change that.i will never let you leave, you are only mine"he said his voice hoarse and deep sending shiver down to my spine"show me"isaid suddenly feeling the heat and all the passion growing inside me. his lips were back on mine kissing me roughly .his hand groped me above the fabric making me gasp.he took the change and slid his tongue in my mouth dominating the kiss.his hands suddenly yanked my head back grabbing my hair .i groaned,he kissied my neck and collarbone with intensinty making my head spin.he sucked and grazed his teeth on my sensitive skin leaving marks on my neck.his other hand sneked under my pink corset opening its ribbons aking it loose on me.he yanked it off me leaving be bare in front of him.his hands unfasted my bra.i gasped when his col dhands came contact with my hardend nipples."hoonie"iwhined when he kissed me again .his hand piched and tweaked my nipples .his mouth left mine,slowly licking my lips till my chest .his mouth came in contact with my nipples i gasped,tightly holding on his hair making him gran around my nipple.his wet mouth and tounge sucked os perfectly .i squezzed my legs together.it didn't go unnoticd by him"my little slut is impatient huh.do yoyu thiunk she must get what she wants after being a brat huh?"he teased leaving open mouth kissed around my breast taking other nipple in his mouth.i tried my best to contain my moans"hoon-shit.mmhm"i moa

"why the hell you know what you did just now y/n.you slapped ela"sunghoon said as soon as he entered after 10 mins i came back."what do you expect me to do after seeing my boyfriend kissing his fucking ex hoon"i shouted back my tears falling."what the fuck yn i didn't kissed her""so now according to you i am blind too?"isaid "yn just fucking listen to me""no you listen to me.i am not gonna tolerate this fucking things anymore hoon,i guess its best to leave you .just go back to your ela alr-"before i could finish my words i was yanked back on the couch .his soft lips kissing me so hard .i tried to push him away but he manhandled me towards our room on the shared bed.he laid me down.

"don't dare to complete that word y/n .I only fucking love you no one else can change that .i will never let you leave, you are only mine" he kissed me rough, wet, hard passionate until we were both breathless and lightheaded "show me " i said suddenly feeling the heat and horniness between my thighs..

His lips were back on mine kissing me roughly .his hand groped me above the fabric making me gasp . He took the chance and slid his tongue in my mouth dominating the kiss. His hands suddenly yanked my head back grabbing my hair .I groaned, he kissed my neck and collarbone with intensity making my head spin. He sucked and grazed his teeth on my sensitive skin leaving marks on my neck. His other hand sneaked under my pink corset opening its ribbons letting it loose on me. He yanked it off me leaving me bare in front of him .His hands unfasted my bra clasp. I gasped when his cold hands came contact with my hardened nipples."hoonie"i whined when he kissed me again .his hand pinched and tweaked my nipples .his mouth left mine, licking my lips down till my chest .his mouth came in contact with my nipples i gasped, tightly holding on his hair making him gran around my nipple. His wet mouth and tongue sucked perfectly around my chest .i squeezed my legs together.it didn't go unnoticed by him "my little slut is impatient huh.do you think she must get what she wants after being a brat huh?" he teased leaving open mouth kissed around my breast taking other nipple in his mouth. I tried my best to contain my moans "hoon-shit. mmhm" i moaned.

His mouth left ,my nipple leaving wet kisses trailing down to my waist .he reached my skirt "may i darling " he asked. I nodded shyly. He removed the shorts, only leaving me in my panties ."you look so fucking hot like this baby" he said sanity leaving him seeing my bare body .i looked at him "what t is baby "he asked noticing my glance "your clothes "He yanked all of his clothes leaving his boxers on.

His hands moved to remove my panties. When they were off my hand instantly covered myself .He removed my hands "don't hide from me pretty .i want to see what's mine" he said lusty and possessively. His hands opening my thighs ."shit, you are fucking dripping baby .did i made you like this?" he teased me making me look away in embarrassment" uh no, don't look away. look in my eyes while i make you fucking cum with my mouth "he said roughly making me look at him.

without a warning he licked up a strike up my pussy .He groaned "so sweet little pussy all mine" .My hand immediately held on his locks. He started to devour y pussy like a meal. Making me go breathless. I felt one of his finger pushing inside me" hoonie"i moaned loud. He added another finger "s to-"i tried to say"shut up slut "he said started to fuck me with his fingers.my mouth slack open and dry "s too goo d-don't stop "i moaned out loud.he continued to devour me. when i was on edge i unconsciously clenched "i am gonaa-"i said .suddenly he left me completely making me whine "shut up little brat you cant cum until i say so, got it "his hands cupped my jaw. I only nodded.my eyes teary desperate for him.

it took time for me to come back from the aftershocks. sunghoon removed his boxers. His dick springing out free. Hard ,girthy ,veiny with angry red tip. "like what you see. don't worry its all yours baby "he said making me blush. He got between my legs positioning his dick near my hole .his tip brushed on my sensitive folds making us both moan" you want me to fuck you? "he asked darkly holding my jaw not harshly. I nodded "words baby" he said" yeah. I want you to fuck me like the whore i am "i said biting my lips" fuck baby you make me go crazy" he slowly eased his way inside me moaning out loud .my nails digging in his back" it will go away "he said kissing my tear away noticing my discomfort. he started moving slowly. I screamed out of pain and pleasure ."fuck you're so tight "he said slowly increasing his pace. He started to fuck me hard.

"ngg-hoon "he kissed me hard swallowing all my moans. I felt the familiar knot inside me ."i am gonna cum babe" i said cried out "cum with me baby. "his pace was brutal and fast reaching all the places inside me .

i came while hard, my vision whitening .sunghoon came just after me loading my pussy with his hot seeds. "aah" .his movements slowly stopped .collapsing on me as we both took our breaths. "i took your v card baby. i couldn't control myself" he said looking in my eyes "its ok. after all i wanted it to be you only baby "i said caressing his cheeks. I kissed him deeply and passionate forgetting our little quarrel, well not so little .He slowly eased out laying beside me huggig me ."i only love you my baby ,dont ever doubt my love" he said kissing my head "i love you too hoonie."

[clovermoters]

hii clove i love your account 💞💞. i’m in a such a lando phase at the moment and i was wondering if you could write something with lando and roommate!reader. maybe where readers had feelings for lan for a while but thinks he’s too focused on other girls to think he feels the same way (he’s not. he’s whipped). one night he’s feeling clingy so he goes into her room and asks to sleep in her bed. some cuddling ensues and eventually leads to a hesitant confession of feelings and maybe some smut at the end (if that’s something you’re comfortable with). sorry if this is too specific 😭 thank you!!

-🌌

salt lamps & some love - ln4 x roommate!reader

summary - lando was tired of hiding his feelings from you..one night, he let his feelings boil over.

warnings - kisses, fluff & some horrendous writing

wc - 1.8k

authors note - the ending is so rushed and i apologize for taking YEARS to get to this but here she is!! hope u lot enjoy, as always likes and reblogs are highly appreciated!! lots of love, clove!

“I'm home!” 

You waltz into your apartment, toeing your shoes off at the door. You hear the small clammer of pots and pans coming from the kitchen and you can only assume that your roommate Lando is attempting to burn your building down. 

You swiftly make your way to the kitchen, finding Lando with his headphones on, completely oblivious to your entrance. He was shirtless, clad in nothing other than grey sweatpants and socks. His hair was slightly damp, his curls look refreshed from what you can only assume was a shower. 

You admire him for a moment, watching him navigate his way through the kitchen. The evening sun shining through the windows casting a golden hue that hit his bronze skin perfectly. You couldn't help but blush at the domesticity of it all. 

You had known Lando for years, meeting in the height of covid while you started a media internship at mclaren, you met in the parking lot when he almost ran you over accidentally, the boy awkwardly laughing his way through an apology. 

You became friends after that, stealing lunches together when you were both working long days in woking, chatting at the stairs before Zak would come to find lando for an urgently important meeting that lando needed to attend, the brunette would playfully roll his eyes at the man, causing you to giggle before you say your goodbyes. 

That led you to today, you now share an apartment with this boy you called your best friend. 

How you felt about him was a loaded question 

You weren't sure when your feelings for lando developed, they showed up one day out of the blue. You tried to ignore the electricity that sparked when your hands would brush while making coffee, or the way your knees would weaken when he came in from a morning run, his hair stuck to his forehead and his toned body glistening with sweat in the morning sun. 

“Jesus!” Lando shrieked, shattering your thought process before he let out a huff, sending a hand through his curls “ I didn't know you were here.” he giggled before giving you a gentle hug that felt like home 

Your thoughts still lingering behind your eyes, you wrap your arms around his middle. Squeezing lightly before mumbling “yeah, just got here” into his shoulder. 

“Well good thing because i don't think i could have cooked this all by myself” he pulls away, turning back to the countertop that was surrounded by a number of ingredients. You notice he was attempting to make your signature fettuccine alfredo, the one you always made for him after a tough race weekend. 

His cheeks turn a light shade of pink as he sees you realize what he was doing, his hand rubbing the back of his neck, slightly embarrassed. 

“I uh-I was just missing your alfredo.” he says quietly, looking to the floor as you watch him. You smile softly before bringing your hand up to punch him lightly in the arm. 

“You dummy! I would've made it if you had just asked.” you tease. Moving to stand beside him as you begin your routine of creating this dish. Lando stood quietly, watching you effortlessly chop vegetables, mixing them into your mothers homemade sauce. 

Lando loved observing you while you cooked, while you helped him with his simulator, even while you were working at keeping his reputation in good standing. Learning the small details in your mannerisms was his favourite pastime. Ever since that morning in the mclaren parking lot he had been studying everything you. 

And had that been any other parking lot, your relationship could’ve been much different. Maybe you’d have a ring on your finger by this point. Hell, maybe even there'd be a little baby sitting in a highchair across the kitchen island from you two babbling while their parents giggled at their fathers inability to cook. 

But it had to have been mclaren. 

The day he met you, he hoped– prayed even, that you were just visiting the MTC for the day. That afterwards he’d get to um- and uh- his way into getting your number so he could take you on a date. 

When the head media director at mclaren came up to you while you were chatting with him, offering his hand with a we are so happy to welcome you to the team, lando felt his heart sink to the floor. 

He knew that if he were to pursue you, your chances at promotions would be slim to none.

So for years he pushed his feelings for you down, shoving the ache in his heart into the pit of his stomach. Out of sight while he continued to be your friend, supporting you climbing to your job as social media director. 

He threw himself at any girl he could, fucking a random girl in a random city to keep his mind off of you. It never worked, you'd always be the girl he saw underneath him as he finished, as he snuck out in the midst of the night, he’d always think of you. 

– 

You were quietly reading in your room, the salt lamp on your bedside casted a sunset glow throughout the room. 

The clock read 11:44pm as the door to your room creaked open, revealing an exhausted looking Lando, changed from his sweatpants to his black and orange flannel pajama pants. He looked hesitant to speak, like something would come crashing down if he spoke. 

“I can't sleep, can I come hang out here?” he asked softly, he shuffled further into the room, almost as if he knew you pulled your comforter back, offering him a small nod. A warm smile drawn on your face as he made his way into your bed, placing his head of curls on the white fluffy pillow conveniently close to your lap. 

This wasn't the first time he’d found his way into your bed, and it certainly wasn't the last. But something about tonight felt heavier, like the weight of something unspoken lingered in the bedsheets. 

Lando lied face down, his arms hugging the pillow beneath him as you continued to read in his presence, his leg lightly brushing yours under the sheet, causing shivers to run down your whole body.  

 he let out a huff of air, which made you finally put your book down and turn to him, bringing a hand to softly run through his curls, he let out a low groan as your fingers made contact with his scalp. 

“What's up? you seem clingy” you ask, pulling back the blanket of tension that’s been thrown over you two since you’ve met it feels. 

the boy lifts his head to rest on his hand, his gaze falling over your face for a moment, tracing every freckle before he spoke up. 

“ ‘m just thinkin’” he says softly, almost like a whisper. 

“elaborate” 

your eyes never leave him as you watch the gears in his brain turn, he was always so calm and calculated on a track. but when it came to you, it was like someone scrambled his brain, working overtime to click into place.

“i can’t pretend anymore” he says, voice hoarse and quiet as you feel your brain kick into overdrive, your book forgotten having fallen to the floor.

You eyes lock onto his, ocean eyes pouring into yours while your brain struggles to keep up with what landos just said. 

“W-what?” you choke out, the two of you sitting up slightly. The bedsheets pooling around your waists.

“I can't do it anymore” he says, desperate, like the words are tumbling out of his mouth at a rate he can no longer control. “I love you, I’ve loved you since I met you and I’m sick of pretending.-” he pauses, catching his breath. “-I can't breathe without you.” 

You were silent for a moment, leading Lando to panic. The boy's eyes bulged out their sockets as his brain seemed to have caught up to his mouth.  

“Oh god-” he breathes “I don't know why I just said that- it just came flying out of my face” you couldn't help the smile that grew on your face as he continued to ramble, somehow sprinkling more "I love yous " without even realizing. 

Deciding you’ve had enough listening to him send himself into a spiral, you grabbed the collar of his shirt. Pulling the brunette into an earth shattering kiss.

The world stopped, your lips moving in sync as Lando brought a hand to cup your cheek. He kissed you like he was drowning and you were his first breath of fresh air. Pouring years of unspoken feelings into a mess of tongues clashing against one another. 

Your hands went to his curls, tugging them softly at the base of his neck. Lando groaned into your mouth at the feeling. 

Once you pulled away for air, Lando couldn't help the smile that broke out on his face. Breathless, he rested his forehead against yours. His hands are holding you close by your waist. 

“That was…” “Yeah..”

You smiled at him, giggling as he pecked kisses all over your face. He kissed your nose, your cheek, the little space between your eyebrows– as if he was communicating through his kisses, sending wavelengths to your brain that say we will be okay.

“I want this, i don't care what anyone at work has to say about it” he says, taking your hands into his. “We can talk to Andrea, Zak, even- fuckin’ Chloe from the coffee cart-” your laugh filters through the air causing him to join into your fit of giggles, the sound was like a melody lando could listen to forever.  

Once you both calm down, he continues “-the point is, I love you and nobody's opinion can or will change the way i feel for you, and I'm willing to fight for this” 

he holds your hands close to his heart, warmth radiating off them as you don't even hesitate to answer. 

“I love you too, I want to fight for us.” you assure him, watching his smile somehow grow wider than it already was.  

He lunges for you, his curls tickling your neck as he shoves his face into the divot between your shoulder and your neck. Mumbling incoherent affirmations before placing kisses across your jawline. 

You stayed like that for a while, stealing kisses under the soft glow of the night. Cuddled up to one another like your souls had officially been tied together, the two of you were a mess of tangled limbs and ruffled blankets.

The two of you spent that night in each other's arms discussing the future, what it meant when the world found out what you had been to blind to see for years. 

You knew whatever happened, you and Lando would be okay. Because you had each other.   

[bloomzone]

sooo y’all, let me tell you… these past 10 days I've been locking in and i reallyyy achieved a lot, and honestly i learned even more. i was still in my lil reflection era overthinking, analyzing, you know the usual but i also caught myself before i made some big mistakes. like i literally saved myself right before things could’ve gone bad and i wanna share this with y’all because i know someone needs to hear it too, especially if you’re stressed about exams right now.

lesson 1: please don’t change your study method last minute.

y’all, please, if you have finals or big exams coming up, do not start experimenting with new study methods. i made that mistake, fr. i saw this "easier" method on YouTube and was like omg this sounds perfect, maybe this is my new main way to study. but nooo, babe. that’s a trap. because when you change things up right before exams, you’re gonna end up confused, stressed, and behind. you'll start thinking like “omg time is running out and i still don’t get this” or “i haven’t memorized anything yet.” and that spiral is so real. so pls, stick to your main method the one that has worked for you so far. yeah, you can try adding small things or testing new tricks lightly on the side, but don’t fully switch everything right before big exams. keep your foundation strong, okay? trust me on this.

lesson 2: take meaningful breaks.

this one hit me hard. so when you’re taking breaks while studying, make them useful breaks, y’all. not the kind where you scroll on your phone for an hour and then feel worse. not the breaks where you just lay there thinking “what if i fail” because omg we’ve all done that and it never helps.

instead, do something that actually resets your brain. like cook yourself a meal, go out for a walk, change your environment, tidy your space a bit, or even journal your thoughts. for me, cooking during my breaks literally saves me i get food and i feel productive cuz like sometimes my brain hurt and when I get up to take a break and eat something THE FIRST BITE and I'm like "damn bro I was hungry" and then I eat and I feel better again but honestly, the best kind of break is stepping outside, grabbing a little snack or coffee, and breathing fresh air. just doing something small but active that makes you feel human again before you go back to your books.

lesson 3: slowly build your study stamina.

i used to be someone who could never study more than 3 hours a day, max. but these past 10 days? i actually pushed myself to study 5 to even 7 hours a day. which is crazy for me, honestly. and no, i’m not saying you have to study for hours nonstop because same, my usual safe goal is 3 hours too. but when you’ve got a pile of exams and subjects waiting, sometimes you really do need to go for those longer sessions.what helped me a lot is the pomodoro technique. and let me say this pomodoro is a technique, not a study method so you can still study your way but use pomodoro to manage your time.there’s this YouTube channel i found that reallyyyy helps. the videos are so cozy and calming they have these little lo-fi vibes with cats moving on the screen, and even tho i don’t really listen to music when i study, i just let those videos play for the background sound aside in my laptop. it kinda makes me feel like i’m studying with someone else and i stay productive for longer. usually it’s like 3-hour study sessions with three 5-minute breaks, and that structure really helped me go from my usual short sessions to longer, more focused study days. and let’s be honest, the cute cats motivate me more than they should lol. [The link of the channel ]

lesson 4: don’t panic (even if everything feels overwhelming).

and this is coming from someone who still panics before every exam lol. but sometimes, you just gotta tell yourself: enough. like, i will study, i will do my part, and the results will come how they come.especially if you’re someone like me who has 8+ subjects to juggle it can feel impossible to manage everything. i even tried that method i saw on YouTube where you study 3 subjects a day. thought it would save me, but honestly it didn’t work. i just ended up feeling like i was tripping around, lost and stressed.so now, i kinda made my own little method. i call it the 80/20 rule where you focus 80% of your day on your main subject, and 20% on a side subject. idk but 80/20 rule exist but I change it lmao like, let’s say you wake up at 8am and study till sunset. you spend the whole day focusing on your main subject (like history or math or whatever’s urgent). then in the evening, maybe from like 6pm to 8pm, you switch and study a different subject for a bit. and the next day, you make that second subject your new main focus. so you’re rotating, but still giving serious time to each one. i don’t even know if this is an actual a method, but it works for me, and that’s what matters.and again, please don’t try completely new study methods when you’re close to exams. you will only stress yourself out more. stick to what you know works, trust the process, and stay consistent. i promise, you got this.

lesson 5: please please please… don’t go on a diet during school season.

like i swear i should’ve put this one first, because it’s that serious. and no i didn’t make this mistake myself (and i never will), but i just need to say this to you right now. like please don’t go on a diet during school or exam season. i beg you.i don’t know who needs to hear this today, but you are a student. your brain, your body, needs food. you need fuel to even survive school days, let alone study and pass exams. so whatever you’re doing right now whether it's weight loss, calorie counting, fasting please, stop and pause . if you wanna follow a diet, i get it, but wait until a time when you’re not under this much stress. because dieting during school will only make things worse. no summer body is worth feeling dizzy, tired, and unfocused during your exams babe. like, i promise you you will literally feel like you’re dying if you try to diet hard right now.

i know some people started their diets months ago and maybe they’re used to it by now, and that’s fine. but please if you’re thinking of starting, or if you’re already cutting down too much don’t be harsh on yourself. like, please don’t fall into that mindset where you think eating one egg and drinking black coffee is enough for the day. bro, that won’t help you focus. food is also focus. food is energy. food is survival.you’re not a robot who can just skip meals and still function at 100%. you’re a human, and your body needs real nutrition to help your brain stay sharp and your body stay strong during this season.especially if you’re in the middle of exams, or have big deadlines coming please don’t starve yourself. eat, babe. and no ofc i’m not saying go eat just anything. like, don’t only munch on junk food either because that won’t make you feel fresh and alive eat meals that actually fuel you something that makes your body feel clean, your mind clear, and your energy steady.

and omg, don’t forget water. like, i’m so serious about this always, always, keep a water bottle next to you while studying. sometimes you think you’re tired, but your body is just dehydrated. water helps your brain focus, helps you avoid headaches, and just keeps everything running smoothly. trust me on this.

so please, please…

don’t go into diet culture mode while you’re in your student grind season. your body and brain are already under enough stress. don’t add more. eat, stay hydrated, fuel yourself right and you’ll actually perform better. save the weight loss plans for days when you can do it gently, without risking your health . i love you and i just wanna see you win not collapse. so please, eat food and drink your water and don't be harsh on yourself

@bloomzone