#connect bts

[likeawildflower]

February 14, 2020 - bts on twitter - CONNECT BTS 🥰😍

[chrliekclly]

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it’s been 6 years exactly nd i apologize for everything about this

[tw: implied csa]

[itacats]

Butcher Shop Connection

FT: Simon x gn!reader

Warnings: DV, abuse, please let me know if anything else should be here!🙏

SUM: A quiet butcher named Simon finds his routine shaken by a regular customer whose shy demeanor masks a darker secret. Drawn to their kindness, Simon discovers troubling truths about their life, including a dangerous and abusive partner.

As tension builds, Simon is thrust into a harrowing situation where his loyalty and courage are tested. Lines blur between protector and avenger, as a late-night call for help leads to a violent reckoning.

The story weaves themes of resilience, healing, and the lengths one will go to safeguard someone they care about, culminating in a final confrontation that promises justice—and a chance at a new beginning.

A/N: Welcome to my newest installment, a story that dives deep into resilience, love, and the fight for safety and freedom. This series is both an emotional journey and a thrilling ride, weaving moments of quiet vulnerability with intense, heart-pounding confrontations.

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10

Part 1 - Butcher's Charm

The door swings open with a soft creak, the cheerful chime of the bell overhead ringing out like a friendly greeting. It’s the kind of sound that makes you feel seen, welcomed, part of a world warmer than your own. The butcher shop smells as it always does: a heady blend of freshly cut meats, earthy herbs, and the subtle, comforting tang of smoked sausages hanging in the display. It’s a place that feels alive—bustling yet intimate, orderly yet full of charm.

Your gaze sweeps over the familiar surroundings, the polished glass counters gleaming under the golden afternoon light streaming in through the wide storefront window. Behind the counter stands Simon, his figure both unassuming and magnetic. He’s wearing his usual dark apron, the fabric smeared with streaks of blood and marinade, his sleeves rolled up just enough to expose the edges of tattoos that peek out like secrets.

The sight of him brings a smile to your lips. It always does.

“Hey there! The usual?” Simon asks as you approach the counter. His voice is deep, smooth, and unhurried, carrying a warmth that seems to settle the frayed edges of your mind. His eyes catch yours, and the corners of his lips lift in a shy smile that hints at a deeper, quieter affection he seems almost afraid to show.

“Yeah, the usual,” you reply, trying to keep your voice casual. But the flutter in your stomach betrays you, as it does every time.

Simon moves with practiced ease, pulling the knife from his station and making clean, precise cuts into the slab of meat on the cutting board. It’s mesmerizing to watch him work. Each movement is a dance of skill and confidence, his hands steady and deliberate. Those hands—they tell a story. The scars scattered across his knuckles and fingers speak of mistakes learned from, the faded tattoos of a life lived in vibrant bursts, the slight tremor in his right wrist of long hours and hard-earned experience.

He glances up at you as he wraps your order, his expression soft and attentive. "Anything else today?" he asks, the question lingering like an invitation.

You shake your head, trying not to linger too long on the way he looks at you, as if you’re the only person in the world. “No, this is great. Thanks, Simon.”

He hands you the package, his fingers brushing yours for the briefest moment—a fleeting touch that leaves your pulse racing. You catch the way his gaze lingers, like he’s searching for something, but before either of you can speak again, the bell rings, and another customer walks in.

As you turn to leave, you glance over your shoulder. He’s still watching you, his shy smile now tinged with a quiet longing that makes your chest tighten.

Simon’s days are long, filled with the constant rhythm of knives slicing through flesh and bone, the hum of the cooler, the occasional clatter of metal trays. He loves his work, but it’s repetitive, a steady drumbeat in a life that once felt more unpredictable.

And then you walked in.

He remembers the first time he saw you, how your laughter bubbled over as you joked with him about the weather. You were bright, a spark in the monotony, and though he’d stumbled over his words that day, he’s gotten better at hiding how flustered you make him feel. Each time you visit, he finds himself lingering over your conversations, replaying the way you say his name or how your eyes light up when he teases you with a dry joke.

But Simon’s never been one to take risks when it comes to his heart. He’s spent years guarding it, locking away his past—the late nights in dive bars, the fights that left his hands bloodied and his spirit bruised. He’s a man remade, quieter now, content to find peace in his craft and the simple pleasures of routine.

And yet, here you are, stirring something in him that feels like both a risk and a refuge.

You leave the shop with your neatly wrapped package in hand, but your thoughts are still with Simon. There’s something about him—the way he’s steady but not stagnant, reserved but not cold—that pulls you back, week after week.

Over the months, you’ve pieced together fragments of his story. The tattoos on his forearms, faded and slightly smudged, hint at a wilder youth. The small scar on his cheek, which he once told you was from an accident in his first week as a butcher. The way he talks about his grandmother’s recipes, his voice softening with nostalgia, makes you wonder what kind of family shaped him into the man he is now.

And then there’s the way he looks at you. It’s a look that makes you feel seen in a way that’s both exhilarating and terrifying, as though he’s peeling back the layers of who you are and seeing the raw, vulnerable core.

You wish you had the courage to let him in. But courage is hard to muster when your life is split between the warmth of moments like these and the icy grip of what waits for you at home.

As you climb into your car and start the engine, you glance back toward the shop. Through the window, you see Simon helping another customer, his hands moving with the same practiced precision. For a moment, you allow yourself to imagine what it would be like to linger in that warmth a little longer, to let him know the parts of you that you’ve kept hidden.

But for now, the thought is enough.

Here's the current post schedule with some upcoming stories to look forward to!

[adhdevankinard]

Even if the writers bring in a new LI for Buck, no one is ever gonna beat Tommy Kinard. Sorry! But just look at this material:

Tommy personally knows and respects the life of a firefighter and why it’s so important to Buck, something that Buck’s previous love interests found difficult to understand

Tommy can be involved in calls and can help the 118 in a way others can’t (as we’ve seen)

Even before dating Buck, Tommy had strong connections to the main characters — the most important people in Buck’s life

Buck himself said Tommy is his most transformative relationship since Abby (whom Tommy is also connected to)

Speaking of Abby, Buck pined for her, but it was clear that Abby was ready to move on when she left him. With Buck and Tommy, both of them want each other back. Neither is ready to move on. They pine for each other.

Tommy is one of the very few people who call Buck “Evan” and the only one to do so regularly and with such affection. It was only during the breakup that Tommy called him Buck. The worst day of Buck’s life was the day Tommy called him by the name everyone else uses for him. Because Tommy isn’t everyone else. And no one else will ever be Tommy to Evan.

Tommy was a part of the call that ended with Bobby’s death. Tommy was the only one who saw Buck’s grief after losing the person he considered his father. Tommy was a pall bearer and walked with the main characters at Bobby’s funeral.

Speaking of Bobby, Tommy is the only LI of Buck’s that Bobby approved of. The only one Bobby will ever approve of. Bobby knew Tommy and Tommy knew Bobby. Tommy was part of the 118 when Bobby began again. Tommy saved Bobby’s life before Buck met him.

It was Tommy’s decision to transfer that opened the spot at the 118 that changed Buck’s life.

Literally, Buck is the happiest he has ever been when he is with Tommy. He can be giggly during sex and hold funerals for dead cowboys. Buck smiles and looks at Tommy with so much affection. And Tommy shows up for Buck – whether it’s attending the hospital wedding after an exhausting shift or making sure he’s resting after he’s injured or cooking him a literal feast or stealing a helicopter.

Any LI after Tommy would pale in comparison. The writers will do what they will but … why even attempt to outdo this ... You simply can’t!

[user851216135]

In order to connect to something so despairing, one must let themselves fall into the pit. The one whose edges I’ve been holding onto till my nail beds were nothing but flesh and blood.

[jkvjimin]

MAKNAE LINE ↳ dna mv making film

[cr. namuspromised]

[namchyoon]

day 144/547 until joon returns cr. jung-koook

[baebiii]

Jung Yoonah, professionally known as Baebi, has had her fair share of love affairs. Some short, some long, some life-altering, some not even worth noting, and some making it to the public eye. Let's review a few of her most notable lovers.

DID YOU SERIOUSLY FELL IN LOVE WITH A DJ ?!

Meeting while they trained under SM Entertainment, Johnny Suh and Jung Yoonah became almost instantaneous friends when they met in 2012. Yoonah was enthralled by Johnny's Americanness, insisting he teach her English, which he agreed to do if she helped him clean up his dancing. Together, they became "the most unbearable duo in SMRookies" but would garner a fanbase due to their chemistry on and off-screen.

Yoonah would leave SM in 2017, shortly after Johnny's debut in NCT 127, signing to an unknown label in hopes of debuting there. Despite working under different companies, the pair remained close and in contact daily despite their hectic schedules. "Talking to Yoonah was just so easy," Johnny would go on to say during an interview with Vogue, "She'd always be there when I needed her and tell me what I needed to hear, not just what I wanted to hear. I always enjoyed talking to her."

They were the typical case of friends turned to lovers, truly. They would begin dating officially in 2018 after kissing in Yoonah's living room during a drunk game of truth or dare. "It was like a cheesy rom-com," Yoonah told Vogue with an all-consuming smile on her face. "After we kissed the first time, mentally I was like, 'Okay, this can't be a one-time thing." Then I see him leaning in again, and I knew we were locked in."

The pair dated privately for two years until they were outted by Dispatch in 2020. Their reveal wouldn't shock fans as it had been speculated for years that they had been dating. Truthfully, the news of Johnny and Yoonah dating would be met with mostly positive responses, though a few sasaengs would threaten and stalk Yoonah, but this did little to the couple's relationship.

JOHNNY & YOONAH TAKEN BY DISPATCH, 2020.

This would be Yoonah's first public relationship and her first relationship overall, as she had always been too busy chasing her dream of being an idol to really focus on dating. She and Johnny were very serious, to the point that they moved in together in 2021. Everyone, fans included, was just waiting for the wedding announcement.

Instead, on March 2nd, 2022, fans were rocked with the headline "Kpop's favorite couple splits after four years together," with no further details given besides the pair had split and would remain friends.

Though they claimed to remain friends, Yoonah and Johnny haven't spoken in 3 years unless one of them is drunk, usually Yoonah, but neither counts those conversations as Yoonah never remembers them in the morning. The true reason for their split depends on who you ask. Yoonah will say it's because she wanted to settle down and start a family while Johnny wasn't ready for it all. Johnny will tell you it's because their careers were too consuming, and they didn't have time for each other. They seemed to have lost each other in the end.

Tragic.

THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU'RE A HOMIE HOPPER...

Oh...Jung Jaehyun.

Fresh out of what she thought was her one and only relationship, the only reasonable thing for Yoonah to do was to obviously sleep with her and Johnny's mutual friend, Jung Jaehyun. Duh.

Truly, Jaehyun didn't do much for Yoonah to become so attached to him. He was just who he had always been, but with the addition of laying good pipe. Yoonah was obsessed, while Jaehyun was just...there. He liked Yoonah, and still does, but he knew there was no actual future with her outside of their friends-with-benefits situation.

Yoonah, however, didn't see it that way at first. No, this man would eventually be her boyfriend, and she would make sure of it. Many say being around Yoonah at this time was unbearable due to her infatuation with Jaehyun. That's all she was about: Jaehyun, Jaehyun, Jaehyun. Her friends couldn't stand it, and to a degree, neither could Jaehyun, but he also liked the attention she was always willing to give him.

The thing with Yoonah and Jaehyun is...They never really stopped. They're still in contact today, with Yoonah being one of the people who sent Jaehyun off to the military. The pair remain close friends who hook up from time to time.

Obviously, her romantic infatuation with him dwindled over time, but that doesn't mean Yoonah can't state the obvious: Jaehyun is hot. She's hot. She likes hooking up with him. He likes hooking up with her. Sometimes, they have really great conversations about music together. They were meant to find each other, in her opinion.

THE LIFE ALTERING WLW RELATION/SITUATIONSHIP.

Roseanne Park changed Yoonah's life. For better or worse, she doesn't know, but she knows she was never the same after her year as Rosie's...girlfriend?

To this day, neither Rose nor Yoonah knows what to call their relationship. They met in 2019 shortly after Yoonah's debut and became instant friends, but there was always something between them. They'd stare at each other too long, Yoonah's heart would flutter as Rose smiled, and they'd hold hands even when they didn't need to. Everything about their friendship differed from Yoonah's typical friendships with other women.

Rose would be the first person Yoonah would turn to after her breakup with Johnny, crying on her shoulder about how her life was ruined and how she'd never find love like that again. Rose would tirelessly do anything to keep Yoonah's mind off the breakup. Dates, concerts, trips to Paris together, cat cafes- these girls were inseparable, and Yoonah was genuinely happy.

Then, the shift happened.

Similarily to how her and Johnny fell together, one night in Yoonah's dim living room with her head on Rose's shoulder they would lock eyes for a bit too long. Without even thinking, Yoonah would lean in and kiss her, something she knew she always wanted to do but could never find the courage to do so until now. After that, well, it got a little confusing. They'd say they were girlfriends, but Yoonah would still regularly hook-up with Jaehyun. They'd say they were girlfriends, but Rose would go days without texting Yoonah because she was with 'her other friends.' They'd say they were girlfriends, but they'd go weeks without seeing each other. Neither one of them knew what was going on, but it didn't really matter because when they were together things were great.

Until they weren't.

ARCHIEVED YOOSIE POSTS FROM YOONAH'S INSTAGRAM, 2022.

Like every great romance, things just...fizzled out despite Yoonah's attempt to keep the spark alive. She was desperate in the final months of her and Rose's relationship, practically begging for them to stay together until she finally let the inevitable happen. The pair never officially broke up, just like how they never officially got together, but fans were quick to notice how the "girlfriend posts" between them stopped.

Rosie and Yoonah haven't spoken since 2023. Yoonah misses her occasionally.

GIRL YOU DIDN'T...

No one was supposed to know about her and Jung Hoseok.

Listen, it happened on a whim. A chance, you could say, it was never supposed to happen in Yoonah's opinion, but it did, and, truthfully, she'd do it again.

Yoonah and Hoseok would meet numerous times at music shows and award shows, cultivating a small yet dedicated fanbase of shippers who enjoyed their quirky yet sweet interactions together. With this in mind, on a boring night in 2024, Yoonah would slide into his DMs, joking and saying, "People seem to like us together haha," not expecting a response; she was just feeling silly! To her surprise, however, Hoseok would respond within a minute, saying, "They have good taste lol" and the rest? History.

The pair would begin hooking up casually a week later, going on dates and whatnot, growing closer and closer every time they hung out. They meshed better than Yoonah expected. She'd considered Hoseok one of her closest friends by the end of the same month they met.

3 OF THE 300+ LEAKED PHOTOS FROM YOONAH'S ICLOUD (HOSEOK VERS), 2024 VIA TWITTER.

Then the photos hit Twitter and it was like a nuke went off.

Someone, speculated to be a Johnny sasaeng who just couldn't let Yoonah go, would hack her iCloud and leak over 300 personal photos of Yoonah and her various relationships with taunting messages attached to every post. While the photos of her other relationships caused some buzz, they paled compared to the storm that came with dating a BTS member.

Yoonah's label acted fast, confirming the pair were in a committed relationship with one another to hopefully quell the backlash online. Even though the pair weren't officially together, Hoseok would agree to this, publicly claiming Yoonah as his girlfriend and asking his fans to be kind towards her and respect their privacy.

After the public statements were released, backlash seemed to cool down, but they were suddenly K-pop's it couple. Both of their labels would take advantage of this opportunity, having the pair pose for magazines together, go to events together, and even release a song together. Hoseok and Yoonah were adored and hated by the masses. It was great.

Except none of it was real.

Yoonah and Hoseok's relationship would quickly deteriorate after their promotional run for their duet song 'SPOT' would finish. The relationship, which wasn't even supposed to be a relationship, had run its course, but they were stuck together for business reasons. Their labels would allow them to publicly break up in late 2024 after six months of publicly dating.

They still interact on social media and greet each other fondly at events.

ANOTHER RAPPER?!

She's got a type, okay?

Song Mingi is Yoonah's current "boyfriend." They haven't yet put a label on it, as the story typically goes for Yoonah. She met Mingi at Coachella last year, where they would subsequently hook up in an LA hotel and remain in contact ever since. What she thought was just a one-time fling turned into a friendship that she never saw coming.

Truthfully, Yoonah had no idea who Ateez was before Coachella, but now, she can't imagine a day without talking to Song Mingi. She knows she falls too fast, which is why she's trying to take it slow with Mingi, though slow has never really been Yoonah's style.

For now, it's casual.

THE SITUATIONSHIPS

Oh brother, does this girl love a situationship.

Listen, if I got into all the situationships / hookups Jung Yoonah has had since her breakup with Johnny this post would be a billion words long.

Curious about if Yoonah has hooked up with your fave? Send an ❣️+ an idol's name to get all the dirt on their possible situationship !

[saltpepperbeard]

i see you, color symbolism, I SEE YOU

[rjshope]

i luv his smile so much🤍

[muppet-facts]

Muppet Fact #1052

Originally, Kermit was going to be sitting on a lilly pad and not a log during the "Rainbow Connection" scene in The Muppet Movie, but it was easier to hide Jim Henson and position Kermit using the log.

Source:

Hennes, Joe. “A Thankful Heart: The Paul Williams Interview, Part 2.” ToughPigs, March 11, 2013. https://toughpigs.com/paul-williams-2/.

[respectthepetty]

Bing's shirt in The Hidden Moon is a BTS lyric "Blue and Grey, my color hidden with a smile" and I want to know if BTS has some type of investment in love stories involving time travel because BTS and their songs were pivotal to Marry My Husband.

Do they know something we don't know?

[itacats]

Butcher Shop Connection

FT: Simon x gn!reader

Warnings: DV, abuse, please let me know if anything else should be here!🙏

SUM: When your terrified voice reaches Simon in the dead of night, it shatters the fragile calm he’s barely been holding onto. The chilling sounds of Tom’s violence echo through the phone before the line goes dead, plunging Simon into a storm of panic and rage.

At the hospital, the sight of your battered body tests the limits of Simon’s resolve. Wracked with guilt and helplessness, he sits vigil by your side, promising to be your anchor through the long journey ahead. With every breath you take, Simon clings to hope, vowing that no shadow, no monster, will ever dim your light again.

A/N: Here's your daily does of emotional whirlwind —writing Simon’s frantic desperation was both exhilarating and painful. The tension, urgency, and heartbreak culminate in the ICU, where hope begins to bloom amid the wreckage. Simon’s love and determination shine as a reminder that even in the darkest of nights, there’s always a glimmer of light. 🌌💔

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 9 Part 10

Part 8 - The Longest Night

A few more days bleed into restless nights, the heavy silence of the Manchester sky pressing down on Simon like a weight he couldn’t shake. Time moves like molasses, each second dragging him deeper into the dread of not knowing how you were, or if you were even still safe. But that night, everything changes in an instant. His troubled sleep is torn apart by the shrill ring of the phone, cutting through the air like a blade. His eyes snap open, and before he can even comprehend the sound, his hand is already reaching for the receiver. 

The voice on the other end, fragile and trembling with fear, nearly paralyzes him. "Simon?" 

It's you. And in that one word, in the sheer terror that laces it, Simon’s world tilts, and all the anger and hurt he’s kept buried for so long rises to the surface, hot and violent. 

"What's wrong, love?" His voice is rough, half-awake, but the panic is unmistakable. He struggles to ground himself, to make sense of what he’s hearing. "What happened? What did he do?"

Your voice breaks as you speak, barely above a whisper, but it’s enough to rattle him to his core. "He’s going to kill me this time, I know it."

Simon’s blood runs cold. Every nerve in his body goes taut, and his heart pounds in his chest as the words hang in the air between you both. The rawness of your fear is something he’s never encountered before, and it pierces through him like a dagger. He can hear the crashing of objects in the background, the sounds of a struggle. Then, Tom’s voice—mocking, casual, as if your life is some game to him. 

“Sorry, but they’re a little busy at the moment,” Tom sneers, his words dripping with malice. 

Then, the line goes dead.

The silence that follows is deafening, a hollow emptiness that fills Simon’s chest with a freezing panic. His throat tightens, his stomach churns. In that moment, it’s as if time itself stands still, and Simon’s worst fear becomes a brutal reality. You’re in the hands of a monster. His mind races, each thought sharp, desperate, as the fear of losing you claws its way through him.

His fingers tremble as they dial the police, his voice a mixture of urgency and barely-contained rage as he relays the details. He pleads with them to hurry, to get to your house—now. But the suffocating weight of the night drags everything down, the darkness amplifying the terror of the unknown. There’s nothing he can do until they arrive, but he can’t sit idle. Not when your life is on the line. Not when every instinct in his body screams that he needs to act.

Without hesitation, he slams the phone down and rushes toward the truck. The engine roars to life beneath him, the sound a furious symphony against the quiet of the night. He slams his foot down on the pedal, sending the truck screeching forward. His hands grip the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles turn white, but he doesn’t feel the pain. All he can think of is getting to you, getting to you now.

The road ahead is a blur, the lights from streetlamps slicing through the night like stabs of light in a sea of dark. His mind races with memories of you—your laughter, the way your eyes lit up when you smiled, the warmth of your hand in his. Every moment he’s spent with you flashes before his eyes like a reel of precious memories, and for a split second, he lets that tiny flicker of hope ignite inside him. Maybe, just maybe, he can make it in time. 

But as the miles stretch on, that hope feels like it’s slipping through his fingers. The darkened streets pass in a haze, each second a heartbeat that echoes louder and louder in his ears. His foot presses harder on the gas pedal, his breath coming in shallow bursts. He’s already pushing the truck to its limits, but it doesn’t feel fast enough. There’s no time for caution now. Only the desperate need to reach you.

When Simon finally arrives at your house, the scene is chaotic. Police cars line the street, their flashing lights a disorienting mix of red and blue that slices through the night. Officers swarm around, their voices rising and falling in a cacophony of urgent conversations, punctuated by the crackling radio transmissions and the sharp clack of boots on asphalt. The air smells of tension and fear. Simon’s stomach twists, each step he takes toward the house heavier than the last, his body moving on autopilot as his mind tries to process what could have just happened. He pushes through the crowd of officers, each one a physical barrier, until a voice rises above the rest.

“With those injuries, it’s a miracle they still had any blood left in their body.”

Simon’s breath hitches in his throat. A cold, brutal wave of dread crashes over him, freezing him in place. The words echo in his mind, each one a jagged shard that digs deeper and deeper into his chest. He can’t think, can’t breathe—his body is moving on instinct now, his legs carrying him faster as he fights through the crowd, his pulse roaring in his ears.

“Where are they? What happened?” he demands, his voice hoarse and desperate, barely recognizing the rawness in it.

The officer he approaches looks at him, and for the first time, Simon sees the weight of the world in someone else's eyes. The fatigue is etched into the lines of the officer’s face—someone who’s seen too much, someone who’s witnessed the worst of what humanity can do. He opens his mouth to answer, but his words land with the kind of heaviness Simon wasn’t prepared for.

“Looks like it was a bad scene. The victim’s been taken to the local hospital. They’ll do everything they can.”

The officer’s words are a blur, but Simon barely hears them. His mind is already miles ahead, racing toward the one place where he might find you—the hospital. Without another word, Simon turns, his breath ragged, his heart beating in overdrive as he sprints back to his truck. Every muscle in his body is screaming at him to move faster, but the agonizing truth sits like a weight on his chest: he’s already too late to prevent whatever horrors have already been inflicted.

The engine of the truck roars to life beneath him, and Simon doesn’t hesitate, his foot pressing firmly against the gas pedal. The truck surges forward, the tires squealing against the pavement as he drives faster than he ever has, weaving through the streets with the sole thought of getting to you.

When he pulls up to the hospital, the sterile smell of antiseptic and bleach hits him like a slap. Fluorescent lights buzz overhead, too bright, too harsh against the darkness of the night that still clings to him. His hands shake as he pushes the door open, the noise too loud, too intrusive. He feels disconnected from everything, as though he’s walking through a dream—a nightmare he can’t escape. He’s gripped by the overwhelming pull of anxiety, guilt, and helplessness, and his heart is a wild, uncontrollable drumbeat in his chest.

A nurse sees him and gestures for him to follow. Her professionalism is almost a cruel contrast to the mess of emotions churning inside him, but he clings to it, letting it guide him through the sterile corridors. She leads him to the ICU, where the air is thick with sorrow. And then, there you are.

You lie in the bed, a quiet warrior in a battlefield of bandages. Simon’s stomach twists violently, and for a moment, he can’t breathe. His knees feel weak as he steps closer, the sight of you a punch to the gut. Your skin is marred with bruises and cuts, black and blue hues staining you like a map of countless battles fought in silence. He sees the way your body is wrapped in white gauze, each bandage a whisper of the suffering you’ve endured, each stitch a testament to the hell you’ve lived through. The enormity of it presses down on him, each breath he takes a struggle as if the air itself has been robbed of its warmth.

"Will… will they be okay?" he finally manages, his voice barely a whisper, trembling with the raw emotion he’s been holding back.

The nurse’s face softens, but her answer is cautious, laced with the knowledge of what recovery truly means. "They’re stable for now, but it’s going to be a long road. It’s going to take time."

Simon nods, his heart cracking a little more, the weight of her words settling deep inside him. Time. He wants to scream, to demand that it hurry, but he doesn’t. He just watches, helpless, as you lie there—your life hanging in the balance, the toll of your suffering written across your face.

He pulls a chair up to your bedside, his hands trembling as he reaches out to grasp yours. His fingers wrap around yours gently, but it feels like you’re a thousand miles away. Your hand is cold, too cold, lifeless in his. His throat tightens as tears threaten to spill, but he holds them back. He promised you he would protect you, and here he is—unable to protect you from the man who’s broken you.

“Stay with me, love,” Simon murmurs, his voice cracking with emotion, a raw promise slipping from his lips. “I promise I’ll take care of you. Every day after this, every moment.”

He watches the faint rise and fall of your chest, the steady rhythm of your breathing a bittersweet comfort. The night drifts on, time stretching endlessly as he sits by your side, his mind a whirlwind of thoughts—thoughts of you, thoughts of Tom, thoughts of the life you should have had. He remembers the cruelty he faced at the hands of his own father, how those scars shaped him into the man he is today—a protector. And now, watching you fight for your life, he realizes that he is fighting, too. Fighting for you in every way he can.

He thinks of his mother, who used to say, when the nights turned cold and the shadows loomed too large, "Love’s light will always pierce the darkest nights."

And Simon clings to that light. He knows it’s what will guide him through the darkest moments ahead, and it starts right here—staying, waiting, and hoping.

Until the moment you wake, he’ll be here. Fighting for you, for your healing, for the chance to give you everything you deserve.

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[dfashionh-blog]

Truth is truth, even if we don't know it.

Truth is truth, even if we don't understand it.

Truth is truth, even if we don't accept it.

-🙏🙏-

[let-robots-dream]

The environmental story telling of how the ghost BTs are placed in Death Stranding kills me every time.

Most of them are located near cars. Crowded roads trying to escape from something. Theres one area where none are near the cars, they’re in a field next to them as if they all got out and ran. There are groups that are clearly families.

I love them. I love how much detail was poured into things most people won’t pay attention to but it gives so much richness to the world.

[hyacinthsdiamonds]

No more points for the fastest lap? Just say you hate drivers 1 being lil shits and stealing fastest a point from their competitors, and 2 doing their job and driving fast