#and i for one am looking forward to experiencing it with you all 💗

[bizarrelittlemew]

i was hoping to make a post like this under happier circumstances, but here goes.

as some of you know, everything with the cancellation and renewal campaign has happened right on top of the worst part of my mom's cancer treatment (plus the show was cancelled on my actual birthday 💀). i won't go into details, but it's been tough. lots of ups and downs, mostly downs, luckily ending (for now) on as much of an up as circumstances allow. the whole thing has been weirdly tied to the cancellation for me, kind of amplifying every feeling. the grief got mixed up, and there was so much of it - mourning the loss of the kind of future i thought i'd have with my mother and the time we might not get, mourning the end of a show that means so much to me and is such a big part of my life. different types of grief, sure, and of different magnitudes, but in one big ugly swirl. i sort of had a breakdown right at the start of february, and it was because of news about my mom, but it morphed into my brain telling me everything i'd ever written was shit and wanting to delete it all. stuff like that, spilling over.

anyway. i was holding off on writing this post to see if the show got picked up by someone else. but i still want to say it. because what also spilled over was the support and community from this fandom, and being in this space (despite the rough times and high emotions) helped me through it, because of all of you here. whether we talk regularly, or you left a comforting reply or simply a like on one of my posts about having a hard time (i tried to keep them few), or wrote a nice comment on a fic, or said something funny or nice or insightful in the tags of a gifset, or was active here (or on twt) in any way, talking/sharing/creating stuff about the show - THANK YOU.

you all helped me through all the ups and downs, and i am so grateful. thank you for being here, listening, distracting, helping me feel some joy despite the horrors. i love you and i love this incredible show and all it has brought and will continue to bring and inspire, and although it should go without saying, i'm not going anywhere. just do me a favor and give yourself a big ol' hug from me, and know that you made a difference for some random guy on the internet (but in reality for many more, and for this fandom as a whole, just by being here and being you) 💕

[baekhyunsbestie]

⟢ angsty breakup w baekhyun req by @mayamore 🥹 u will b paying for the heartache i am experiencing, sweetheart 💘💓💖💗💞

the rain pours in relentless sheets, drenching you to the bone, turning your clothes into a second skin, heavy and clinging. but the chill doesn’t touch you—not when baekhyun is kneeling before you, fingers curled into the fabric of your coat like a drowning man grasping for solid ground. his grip is desperate, white-knuckled, as if sheer force alone could keep you tethered to him. as if holding on tight enough might rewrite the inevitable.

“please, sweetheart,” his voice is a ruin, frayed at the edges, trembling under the weight of something far greater than desperation. “please don’t do this. we can fix this. i can fix this. just… don’t go.”

his words crack, raw and uneven, splintering under the weight of the storm. the rain drowns them, but you still feel each one, sharp and jagged, embedding itself deep in your chest like shrapnel. you can’t look at him—god, you can’t, not when every broken syllable is tearing through you, unraveling you from the inside out.

your breath shudders, and you squeeze your eyes shut, as if that could somehow hold back the ache clawing up your throat, the grief pressing down on your ribs like a vice.

it’s always like this. baekhyun reaching for you when it’s already too late, his love crashing over you in waves—overwhelming, all-consuming—but never in time. and you, forever stranded on the other side of the glass, fingertips pressed against something you can never quite touch. always waiting for him to catch up. always waiting for something that never fully arrives.

every fight, every misstep, every unspoken word. every night spent inches apart in the same bed, close enough to feel his warmth but too far to bridge the distance between you.

it all leads here.

you love him. god, you love him with everything in you, so much it threatens to hollow you out completely.

but love has never been the problem.

it’s everything else.

“baekhyun…” his name slips from your lips, barely more than a whisper, fragile and splintered, like glass on the verge of shattering. you force yourself to look at him and the sight nearly guts you.

his eyes, rimmed red, swim with unshed tears, rain tracing sorrowful paths down his cheeks. he shakes his head, disbelief bleeding into devastation, fingers tightening around your wrists like he can tether you to him, like he can stop you from slipping through his grasp if he just holds on a little harder.

“you always run,” his voice cracks, unraveling mid-sentence. “you always run before we can figure it out. why won’t you just let me fight for us?”

his words hit like a fist to your ribs, knocking the breath from your lungs.

“because i’m tired,” you whisper, the confession heavier than the storm pressing down on you. “i’m so tired of fighting to be understood.”

his breath hitches, but you push forward, the truth clawing its way free. “we always miss each other, baekhyun. you never say what you mean until it’s too late, and i don’t know how to keep waiting for you to catch up to me.”

something in his expression crumbles, a fissure splitting through his hope, but you can’t take it back now. not when your heart's already breaking.

“don’t do this,” he pleads between kisses, his voice a raw, desperate thing, muffled against the damp fabric of your clothes. “don’t walk away from us. from me. i can be better. please—just let me try to be better.”

his tears seep into your clothing, warm against your rain-chilled skin, each drop a quiet devastation. his fingers dig into your hips, gripping like a man clutching at the edges of a dream, terrified of waking up to find you gone.

then his lips drift lower, tracing ghost-like over your knuckles before he takes your hands in his, pressing trembling kisses to each finger, like he’s memorizing the shape of them, the taste of you—like if he can just hold on long enough, you won’t slip through his grasp.

“i love you,” he murmurs between each press of his lips, the words falling from him in quiet, fervent prayers. over and over, like a mantra, like a promise he wishes he could keep.

his hands cup yours, shaking, pressing your palms against his rain-slicked cheeks as he breathes you in. and when you don’t pull away, a broken sob escapes him, raw and wrecked.

his forehead falls to the backs of your hands, his breath hitching as he confesses, “i don’t know how to do this without you.”

then, softer, more shattered than before—“i love you.”

and that’s the cruelest part—because you love him too. love him so much it feels like your ribs are collapsing under the weight of it, like your heart is caving in on itself, crushing you from the inside out. love him so much that walking away is the hardest thing you’ll ever do.

before your resolve can slip through your fingers, you kneel, hands trembling as they find his rain-slicked face, cupping his cheeks with a gentleness that contradicts the devastation between you. your thumbs brush over tear-streaked skin, tracing the remnants of sorrow that have carved their way down his face.

and when you look at him—really look at him—you see everything. every memory, every piece of your history together flickering across his expression like a reel of film unraveling in real time. the good, the bad, the beautifully unbearable. midnight drives with the windows down, laughter tangled in the wind. soft-spoken “i love you’s” against the curve of his neck, whispered like secrets meant only for the dark. the fights that shook the walls, the slammed doors, the apologies that never quite healed the wounds. the way he held you like you were something sacred, the way he’s holding you now—like he doesn’t know how to let go.

his lashes cling together, dark and heavy with rain, his eyes searching yours like they might still find salvation there. and for a moment, you let yourself memorize him—every warmth, every tremor, the way he leans into your touch like it’s the only thing keeping him upright.

like if he can just stay in this moment a little longer, he won’t have to face the next one.

“i love you too, baek,” you whisper, and his breath catches, his eyes flickering with something fragile—hope. desperate, pleading, aching hope.

but then you press a kiss to his forehead, lingering just long enough for him to understand.

“always,” you murmur, a final vow, a quiet farewell.

and just like that, the hope in his gaze fractures. crumbles.

because he knows.

this isn’t a pause. this isn’t a fight you’ll resolve tomorrow or next week.

this is the end.

you pull away, and this time, he doesn’t stop you. doesn’t beg, doesn’t reach for you. his hands fall away, limp in his lap, his head bowing forward as a sob tears from his throat.

you turn before you can second guess yourself, before you can fall apart completely.

and as you walk away, as the rain drowns out the sound of his grief, you wonder if you’ll ever stop loving him.

but you already know the answer.

pt. 2

˗ˏˋ ꒰ a/n ꒱ ˎˊ˗ more baekhyun angst plssssss

ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭* masterlist ° ᡣ𐭩 . 

[kimsohn]

insignificance

pairing . eric x gn! reader about . 2k words, fluff (suggestive) warnings . 16+ cause there is heavy making out at the end, drinking wine, mentions of murder but it's all jokes!!

synopsis . it takes one dinner and a late-night drive for you to fall in love with your fiancé all over again. note . the inspo for this fic was @sohnric's plot twist make-out scene (and this pic) i hope i did it justice 💗 i wrote this on a whim and am posting this at 1am so please excuse me for this monstrosity 😭 tysm @juyeonszn and @mars101 for cheering me on YUPP tagging . @stealanity @invuwrld @gfksn (+ bar)

The background noise of the waiters shuffling around fades away as your two glasses clink together. Vivaldi’s Spring is playing in the background, a piece you’ve only heard once in a blue moon at an orchestra concert. Eric seems to have experienced differently, though, judging by the taps of his dress-shoe-covered foot beneath the table and the twinkle in his eyes.

“Cheers,” you whisper, giddy with excitement.

“Cheers, baby,” Eric whispers back, the corners of his mouth lifting in a grin.

The wine in your glass swishes as you take a tentative sip. It’s sweet and fruity, and you’ve already forgotten the name Eric rattled off to the waiter as if expensive drinks were second nature to him. They probably were second nature to the Sohn family, considering the elegance of this fancy restaurant, the outfit he bought that now adorns you, and the sparkling ring that sits on your finger.

You set the glass down next to you, already a little overwhelmed with the elegance of this atmosphere. You knew you married rich, but it never particularly occurred to you just how rich your fiancé is. In fact, you feel a little out of place sitting in a chair that costs half of your monthly paycheck and staring at a menu that you once never would’ve been able to. Despite already being engaged to the love of your life, you’re not sure you’ll ever find a way to fit into the intricate setting that the Sohns have grown up in.

“What’s wrong?” Eric asks, seeing the glimmer in your eyes dissipate with your overthinking.

He reaches across the table to take your hands in his, running his thumb over your ring. He traces the lines of it, following the swirl pattern as if he were seeing it for the first time. As if he didn’t spend hours agonizing over what design to gift you, so sure that you would reject him if it wasn’t up to your liking.

(You would’ve said yes even if he proposed to you with a lollipop.)

“I feel like I don’t belong here,” you admit, your head hanging low as the embarrassment clouds your features.

He intertwines his fingers with yours, lacing them tightly. Eric is all too knowing of the nagging thoughts in your brain, telling you you’re undeserving of the man in front of you and the wealth that comes along with it. However, you’ve hit the jackpot in the fact that Eric is always ready to argue back with the devil on your shoulder, even if it’s three in the morning and you’re delirious from sleep or if you’re a little bit too tipsy and crying in his lap. Eric, for lack of better words, is always there for you. Even now, as he holds your hands and stares into your eyes as if you’re the only person in the universe, he is here for you.

“I’m going to eat that little voice in your head so it goes away,” he responds a moment later with finality, extremely serious.

The statement is so absurd and unexpected that it has you giggling, and you grip Eric’s fingers tighter as you lean forward and can’t find it in you to stop. All your previous tension disappears when you look into Eric’s eyes, filled with mirth and kindness.

“You’re crazy,” you voice through laughter, reaching for the wine glass to calm your jumbling nerves.

Eric just shakes his head, unable to hold back a smile that reflects your current predicament.

“Crazy for you, babe. Now stop worrying your pretty little head and enjoy your food, okay?”

And enjoy the food you do. The three-course meal followed by dessert has you clutching your stomach after, full and bloated from the amount of delicious food you’ve consumed. You can’t even bring yourself to take a couple more bites of the black forest delicacy that sits on your plate, but luckily, you have the universe to thank for the takeout box that now rests in Eric’s left hand.

His other hand holds the car keys, and as he clicks the unlock button, the Orange Corvette lights up from across the parking garage. Its bright color is exactly reminiscent of the man standing next to you, exuberant and dashing. You felt like a little kid the first time he picked you up in his car, extremely impressed with the interior neon lights he showed off to you in the earlier stages of your relationship. Now, as his fiancé, the car is something comfortable to you, having seen it too many times to count by this point. 

He helps you into the front seat before getting in beside you, one hand on the steering wheel and the other resting on the back of your headrest as he backs the car out. You’ll never admit this to him, but the view of him looking back and inching the car out is devilishly handsome to you, and you have to fight the warmth that rises to your cheeks.

Once he repositions the vehicle and drives forward, the hand that’s behind you now moves to your thigh. The shiny watch on his wrist glints in the moonlight, and he absentmindedly draws circles on your clothed skin to the beat of the song. It doesn’t help that it’s an R&B track, so every movement of his finger is slow and torturous, and every trace ignites fire against the cloth. 

“Eric,” you start, watching as he pulls to a stop before the red light.

“Hm?” he responds, turning his head to face you.

You notice that he’s wearing a singular stud earring on his right ear. You can only pray that you’ll find some strength to survive the rest of this car ride because as soon as it’s over, you won’t let him see the light of day.

“How much longer?” you ask tentatively, like a little kid squirming in their seat.

He rolls his eyes, turning back to focus on the road. It doesn’t help though, because his side profile is just as alluring as his front.

“Couple more minutes, baby.”

True to his word, he exits the main road a few minutes later, driving up a dirt path unfamiliar to you. The road is slightly bumpy, and you’re a little tipsy from the wine so you shift around quite frequently, but Eric’s unwavering, strong grip on your thigh keeps you grounded. The more you stare at his hand, the more sexy you find his hand pressed against the silk you’re wearing.

You’re reconsidering your decision to spend the rest of your life with this ridiculously hot man when he pulls into a forest clearing.

“Are you going to murder me, Eric Sohn?” you tease as he parks the car, swiftly maneuvering the wheel.

You move to step out once he’s done, but he’s faster than you, and he opens the car door before you can even reach for the handle.

“If I wanted to murder you,” he says, holding your arm as you step out, “I would’ve already done so, my love.”

It’s your turn to roll your eyes, but you have little to be annoyed about as you survey your surroundings. The dark forest around you is a contrast to the vividness of the car, but nothing seems brighter than Eric’s smile at the moment and the twinkling stars around you.

Eric leads you to a clearing, his hand pressed against the small of your back. You peer over, fascinated at the realization that you can see the whole city from here. The twinkling lights of the bustling city below you are something of a dream, and as you look towards Eric, you can see the stars reflected in his eyes.

Minutes like these, where you’re not surrounded by extravagance, are when you truly feel your connection with Eric. Raw, unearthed, and simply pure, you feel like you’re stripped of all labels. You both are just insignificant specks in the universe, and he is truly just some guy to you in this moment, but you know wholeheartedly that this very guy is the one you truly love. You would never have it any other way.

The grin on Eric’s face is infectious as you face him with one of your own. You wrap your hands around the back of his neck, clasping them together as his arms find their way around your waist. 

“Found this place the other day,” he explains as if he could hear your thoughts, “I kinda regret not proposing to you here.”

“Don’t lie,” you mutter, knowing that he definitely does not regret whisking you away to his private condo in the mountains just to put a ring on your finger.

He laughs, pressing his forehead against yours. The cicadas chirp around you, and all is silent when he calms down except for your two breaths in unison. His gaze circulates from your eyes to your lips and then back to your eyes, and whatever triangle method he’s using is working because one second later, you lean in to press a sweet kiss to his lips.

He tastes like strawberries, and you smile against his lips remembering that you’d gifted him strawberry lip balm two days ago. Your man, your sexy, diligent man, following your orders to take care of his lips stirs butterflies in your stomach. The fact that you hold some kind of power over the Sohn family’s heir makes you feel a little dizzy, but your only response is to pull Eric closer and kiss him harder.

The sweetness of both the strawberry scent and the kiss fade as he presses back with just as fervor, adjusting his arms around you to pull you in tighter. The space between you feels unbearable, and despite the proximity between you two, the gap is still too big for your liking. You need him viscerally, every part of him on you as if the very concept of distance is poisonous and Eric is your antidote.

“Baby,” he whispers, pulling back with shallow breaths, “the car.”

You end up in the front seat of his car, the seat tilted backward and you in Eric’s lap. One of his knees holds you in place against your back, and his hands rest on your waist. The position is far too intimate that anyone walking by will know exactly what’s going on. Your kisses have turned heady, mirroring the darkness in his eyes and the way you clutch onto the front of his black shirt. You work on unbuttoning his shirt, but Eric distracts you with his tongue swiping across your lips and the way he softly bites when you protest. By some miracle, you finish moments later, and you run your hands down his skin. He shivers, and everything feels like pure electricity between you two the way his fingers press into your sides tighter. 

(It will bruise tomorrow, but you don’t care. You’ll simply shrug on a shirt and try to fight a blush as Eric stares at you from the bed shirtless, a knowing grin on his face.)

His kisses trail down your lips, your cheeks, and your neck, finally finding a home in your collarbone, biting and sucking as if it was his favorite pastime. It probably is, with the way he kisses down your shoulder and tugs the strap of clothing down.

Your fingers trace his collarbone, and you hold his head in your hands as he looks up at you. He’s needy and restless, but he’ll always listen to you when you have something to say.

You may be an insignificant speck in the world, but in Eric’s eyes, you’re the whole universe.

“I love you,” you whisper.

It’s all you have to say before he flips you around, pressing you into the dip of the seat as he slides your clothing down. The air conditioning of the car and the ambient music bring goosebumps to your now exposed skin, but Eric makes everything disappear by resuming his previous ministrations.

He looks into your eyes before pressing a kiss right above your heart. It beats against your chest, heavy, and Eric knows it’s only for him. It will always be only for him.

“I love you too,” he whispers back, smiling against your skin.

“Forever and always.”

[saey707]

aaaaa hi hello!! i love your work so much, the way you write kayn is wonderful! could i request literally anything for Ezreal? some smut headcanons, perhaps, or some discord messages would be so sweet — whatever you're in the mood for! i'm starving for ez content.... thank you so much in advance!! 💗

✿ Prompt: Intimacy with Ezreal! ✿

♡ champion focus: ezreal ♡ tw: nsfw ♡ Female reader

Author’s Note: Hey, anon! Thanks for being the first request for Ezreal so far in my inbox queue! ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹ ᰔ I hope I am able to quench your thirst with this... short?? or can we consider this a long?? Anyways, cheers! ૮ ˶´ ᵕˋ ˶ა

There is no denying that Ezreal is an inexperienced lover. Before you and he became an unlikely couple, he had no knowledge of how to be intimate with a girl. He had been rejected time and time again, in fact. Hell, he was lucky that you even started going out with him before he made it big and had a glow-up!

Intimacy has always been a scary thing for Ezreal. And that wasn't because he didn't want to be intimate with you- it was far from that! He was just always... a little bit insecure with the way he looked. The last thing he wanted was for you to be disappointed if you didn't like what you saw underneath his clothes...

The first night you both came closest to being intimate with one another was a failure. You both didn't make it past a painstakingly long make-out session because Ezreal made the two of you stop.

His hands trailed up and down your sides, lips interconnected with yours. He loved the way you felt on top of him, teasingly rolling your hips against his lap until he was flustered, yearning for more.

"A-Agh..~ That feels so fucking good, babe... Don't stop... P-Please~" the sultry sound of his voice begged for you, his nose pushing against your neck. It was all so perfect... So much so that you had hoped tonight would be the night he finally fucked you...

His hands trailed forward from your backside, lightly groping at your chest from underneath your shirt. Ez always knew the correct places to touch you and the precise moments to make you gasp for air. He knew when it was the appropriate time to deepen a kiss and shove his tongue into your mouth, dominating you with every cheeky move he made.

"Fuckk, Ez~" You purred with a sudden, sharp gasp. Ezreal grinned, his lips connecting with your jawline as you threw your head back, your fingers gently grazing against the front of his chest and protruding collarbones. That was the first mistake of the night...

Even though Ezreal was able to make a quick recovery by sliding one hand out from underneath your shirt, gently taking your hand into his own, he immediately began to shut down when you began to tug at the edge of his shirt. And with a frustrated groan when Ez spoke sternly for you to stop, he sheepishly did nothing more than apologize.

"Why do you do this every time, Ezreal?" you complained as your boyfriend began to try to sway you back into the mood. But when you pushed off of him, Ezreal whined and reached forward for you. Immediately, that drew your attention to his sad face... You relaxed, drawing a hand to his cheek. "You know you can tell me anything..." "I know. I just... The reason why I've been the way I am is because I'm just... Worried you won't be impressed with me."

You frowned, tilting his chin up to level with your own. "I love you the way you are, Ez. You don't have to try and impress me. There will never come a day when I judge you for the way you look, okay? You are a beautiful man!" You placed a gentle kiss on Ezreal's nose, using your thumbs to rub at his cheeks, "We don't have to do this tonight-" "No. Babe, I want to."

He sighed, dropping his hands to your thighs. "I've been wanting to have... sex... with you since we started being more intimate with one another." He dropped his head back, pressing his fingers to the bridge of his nose. "But I'm not experienced enough, and you'll only be even more disappointed with m-"

"Then let me lead." That caught him off guard.

But from the look on his face, you could tell that he wanted this. Even though it felt... extremely emasculating to him for a moment, Ezreal had no qualms about exploring outside of his realm of comfort. Who knows... Maybe he'll enjoy this!

You placed loving kisses atop the surface of his exposed neck, readying to get him back in the mood.

Ezreal sighed, huffing for air. It was as if a flipped switched off inside of him, deciding for himself to let you take control. It was as if he finally felt like he could breathe and let himself go.

Still, you didn't want to push Ezreal into something he was uncomfortable with. You didn't want him to get scared and back out of having sex with you entirely. But, you did want to experiment, poking around enough to see what he was willing to try... To see the extent of his comfort zone.

And when you began to sense his discomfort, whenever you pulled at his clothes, you didn't push it. You were gentle, encouraging and praising Ezreal in between hasty breaths.

He was relieved. He knew he could trust you... He knew you were making an effort to understand him, and he appreciated it.

"I-I need you... P-Please..! Please, babe!" You smirked at his neediness, shutting him up with a kiss. You allowed your fingers to undo the button of his pants, unzipping them slowly- just enough to free his aching cock. His face was flustered a bright red, steadying your hips with both of his hands so you can align your pussy with his exposed length.

With every affectionate touch, Ezreal felt himself slipping further and further into your grasp, begging for you to sedate his wants and needs with your body.

And as you rubbed against the tip of his cock, Ezreal winced and gripped your hips tighter. It was the first time a woman made him feel this good... It was almost too much for him to handle. But he still saw it through, pressing his nails into your skin, only encouraging you to slowly lower yourself more until you were entirely on his length. But it became evident from Ezreal's impatience- and inexperience- that he was desperate for you to pick up the pace.

He pulled you forward, slamming his hips up into your pussy. You cried as he rocked his hips needily, steadying yourself on top of him by placing your hands on his shoulders. "S-Sorry, baby!!" He panicked, but you shook your head. You had to assure him that it was okay- That you were okay.

His arms wrapped around you, his cheek pressed against your shoulder, your hands tangling in his luscious, leaf-like hair. His pace accelerated until the couch began shaking.

"E-Ezreal!! Hghn~ Hhgn! Ez!! Mm~ Yes~!" The delicious sounds you made, accompanied by the slapping of skin drove him up the wall.

"If you want more... You're gonna have to beg for it...~"

It didn't take your boyfriend long to come, and he was both surprised and relieved when he did. But you weren't done yet. You were going to reach your climax. And he certainly made it easy for you:

"Mmm... Good girl... Hah~ Fuck, you're incredible at this...~ You're gonna make me come again..!"

[sluttyten]

Hey! Just wanted to let you know that I'm really greatful for you. Summer of last year I was going through a very hard time mentally, with very few things to look forward to. But one of those things that did keep me afloat was waiting weekly for "You In My Arms". I had discovered your account very randomly, in fact I don't even know how. I'm on here for a completely different, not even related to KPop (although I am a KPop fan), fandom. But when I stumbled upon Chapter 1, I was so intrigued. I'd never experienced fanfiction writing like that before. Then Chapter 2 came out and it legit gave me the little boost of weekly being able to be like: "Oh! YIMA is coming out on Tuesday! I just have to make it to Tuesday!". I know this is unecessary oversharing but I just wanted to let you know that you're so talented that a silly girl like me used your writing as something to hold on to. Thank you 💗

Thank you! I’m so glad you’re still here, and that my writing could give you something to hold onto through all of that. 💗💗💗💗

[mckennamikaelsonxoxo]

I've typed this one hundred million times over the past few months, and every time I do the words just never feel right. But going into the new year, with a new attitude and new look on life, I want to start out on a good foot. Over the past few months, I've allowed myself to be more open with a few people, I truly trust. I've allowed myself to tell some of my past that is very sensitive to talk about and that I will more than likely always regret. Thankfully, over the past few months, I've had plenty of time to communicate about this with the people I hold dearly and have been able to heal myself enough to truly talk about it without feeling judged for it. With all that being said, I've wanted to make this post for a while now, and what better way to start the new year, by starting on a clean conscience and allowing myself to get things off my chest in a way, I feel safest.

Ever since I was a little girl, anytime someone would ask me what I wanted to be when I grew up, my response was always to be a mom. Which still to this day is true. But the thing is, I am a mom, and I'm not talking about being a plant mom or a pet mom. So far, I'm a mom to 11 very beautiful angels who I love more than I could have ever imagined. I mentioned 6 of my angels in a post already, but I've never posted about my other 4 angel babies and I think it's time I do so. The last one I'll talk about at a later time. 🤍

I was 15 when I found out I was pregnant for the first time. The person I was with at the time wasn't the greatest of people, and anyone who's experienced abuse knows how terrifying it is to think about bringing a baby into that situation. Although I was terrified, I never imagined that my first pregnancy would ever result in a miscarriage. At that time, I didn't know what to think, and I didn't know what to do, so I've kept it pretty much to myself all these years, but I don't want to do that anymore. Amara Winter-Rose ❤️, I hope you know that I've never denied you, and I think about you every single day. I can't wait until the day I get to meet you again. Mama loves you beyond the stars, my angel. 👼

Shortly after losing Amara, I found out I was pregnant again. This time, with not one baby, but two. I felt like this was my second chance, but I couldn't have been more than wrong. Being in the same situation I was in before finding out, I was going to bring two babies into this situation, still didn't feel right. Not only having my life threatened, but also their lives being threatened if I were to bring them into this world, I ended up losing them too. Not in the same manner, but in a way that will haunt me for the rest of my life.

Aria Cove 💖 and Aspen Gray 🩶, I hope you understand and know that Mama loves you more than anything. 🤍 We're healing, and I feel your spirits and your love pushing me forward. 👼👼

My fourth baby, Aurora Snow 💗. Once I found out I was pregnant with you months after losing the twins, I was ready to get out of that situation. I was ready to run and protect you with every ounce of my being, but I wasn't quick enough or strong enough to protect you. I'm so sorry that I wasn't able to protect you from the person who was supposed to be your dad. I hope you know I didn't let go of you without a fight. I protected you until the end, my baby, but life had other plans, and you didn't make it into this world. At least I have peace with you, never knowing pain. I love you beyond words, my baby. 🤍👼

[thealchemistbae]

PAC: How Does Your Person Feel About You ? 💗

Hello, my Alchemist Babes 💗 This pick a card reading is going to tell you how your person may feel about you. Feelings does not equate to actions so please keep that in mind. Also, keep in mind that this is a COLLECTIVE reading so it may or may not be for you. Anyways, I’m The Alchemist Bae and I am an experienced intuitive tarot reader that provides the upmost guidance/clarity to those who need it. I don’t sugarcoat and with my Mercury in Aries; I am very direct and straightforward. I am NOT responsible for any actions you take from my readings whether they are pick a card readings or personal readings. You have free will and are accountable for your own decisions/actions.

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PILE 1 :

Cards Pulled: Four of swords, the lovers, the chariot, ace of wands, the hierophant, the emperor.

💗: For this pile, some of you are either separated from your partner or just taking a mini break or vacation from them. You guys may be physically distant or mentally. I’m seeing that whatever break that has taken place.. is coming to an end. Your person loves you very much and feels that you are the one for them. I’m seeing that they needed time to think and to get a clear head about you and where they see this connection going. They came to a realization that you are the one they want to commit to. For some, this is a proposal/marriage coming into play. (Sorry to ruin the surprise), and for others, you and this person are deciding to have a deeper level of commitment; becoming more exclusive or getting out the friend zone. I’m just seeing that your person feels very passionate about you and they feel that you guys have a deep soul connection. They are ready to make beneficial changes to make things better especially if there has been some hiccups in the road. Your person puts you on this high pedestal. They really honor and respect you and if they haven’t shown it yet, they are starting to put those thoughts and words to action. They are wanting to go down a new path with you where you both experience new things and opportunities together. They truly value you as a person. Your person knows that you know your worth and that you will not lower your standards. They know that they have to come correct or don’t come at you at all. Your person wants to come charging forward to express to you about how they feel. Some of you, especially those in current separation; your partner had a huge wake up call due to some karma they had to experience after things ended with you. They have learnt their lesson and figured out that you are the person they want to be with or possibly spend the rest of their life with. Some of you guys, had partners that were too wrapped up into their career or job; that they rarely gave you the love and attention you deserve. That is all about to change. They just needed time away to figure out what they truly want and they want YOU.

Signs: 444, M, L, V, E, A, 63, hand ( hand in marriage ? ), camel, dragon tattoo, blue

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PILE 2 :

Cards Pulled: Nine of swords, the wheel of fortune, the hanged man rx, four of cups, the hermit, knight of wands.

💗: You guys have been on your person’s mind pretty heavily and this has caused them to feel a level of frustration. It seems that this connection has taken a major toll on your person and they feel the need to withdraw themselves. Don’t get me wrong, they are in deep reflection when it comes to you but I’m seeing that this person isn’t trying to make any significant changes in regards to moving forward. Your person doesn’t know who or what they want. I’m seeing that their feelings are very up and down like a merry go round when it comes to you. Their feelings just aren’t consistent. It’s like one minute; they are interested and the next..they aren’t. I believe that your person just has this feeling of lack. They feel as though something is missing. They aren’t quite happy and possibly bored. Sorry I’m just the messenger. For some, I’m seeing that your person feels that no matter what they do; it’s just not good enough. This causes this person to overthink everything and beat themselves up about how they can be better or just makes them want to walk away in general. This person doesn’t feel that you are appreciative and they feel that you are never satisfied and constantly wanting more. They feel as though you always want more. They just feel that you can be quite greedy and always looking for support or some type of handout from them. I’m seeing that your person is hoping for things to change and be better but it’s possible that you two will have to fight to keep this connection going. For some, I’m seeing that your person has other options or believes that you do. This could be tempting and perhaps one of you has been exploring or wanting to explore those options. Right now, things are pretty much imbalanced and unstable right now. Don’t be mad at me guys. But your person feels as though you can be DELUSIONAL at times. They just wish you can see things from a more logical, rational view instead of living in your fantasy world and putting out these unrealistic expectations. Your person feels as though things can be a constant battle and right now they are refusing to take any steps. Seems to me that they still have a lot of thinking to do.

Signs: 777, 66, May, food truck, flag (red flag ?), fly insect, Q, O, L, T, C, P

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PILE 3 :

Cards Pulled: The fool, seven of cups, ace of wands, four of coins, six of coins, knight of cups rx.

💗: Someone likes to be free and not bound to anyone. I’m seeing here that your person feels that you are very free spirited here as well. But I’m getting that they are truly the more free spirited one. They want freedom to do whatever and this can cause them to have a hard time with committing. They don’t like restrictions or anybody or anything getting in the way of their decisions. They like to explore and this can cause some chaos in the connection. I’m seeing here that your person is a bit up in the air when it comes to you. They don’t genuinely know where they want to take things for you. They are stuck in making a decision or knowing what path to go down. They are physically attracted to you but I don’t really see them loving you. I just feel there is sexual attraction. This person definitely knows how to make you feel that things are more than what it is to make you feel better but honestly this person is not reciprocating the same energy that you give them. I’m seeing here this imbalance where one person is putting more effort into the connection than the other. Your person feels you are possessive and this could be why they feel trapped and a need to be free. You may hold too tightly onto this person that it’s suffocating. This person feels you are too up in the clouds and you rely on this fairytale story line when it comes to your relationships. You only want to see things for how you want to see them but not for what it truly is. This makes your person feel as though you don’t really know or understand what you want or you want this picture perfect story. I’m seeing that this person is pretty much blocking off their emotions; they like to hide what they truly feel. This person fears being tied down into a relationship which is resulting in this stagnant energy. I’m just seeing that this person was good for a good time but not a long time. Sorry but I just don’t see them wanting anything serious. I’m not going to lie that this reading was a bit all over the place but this can be very symbolic to how your connection is all over the place. Also your person could feel that you feel this way about them. So the roles can be flipped in this pile. But the message still stays the same.

Signs: September, 222, 33, beetle, dolphin, lobster, G, T, K, A, N, D, R

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PILE 4 :

Cards Pulled: The moon, the magician, three of coins, four of cups, nine of cups, the hermit, page of wands.

💗: Your person seems a bit confused or unsure of their feelings at times. I’m seeing that your person has been quite indecisive probably due to tense situations amongst you two. For some, there is a third party involved so this could be where the confusion is stemming from. I’m seeing a lot of fears and worries when it comes to this connection. Your person may be worrying about falling into deep with you but their intuition just keeps pulling them closer and closer to you. Slowly but surely they are becoming more infatuated with you. This person feels you are very abundant. They feel as though you can have whatever you want or need just as fast as a snap of your finger. Some of you got MONEYYYYY lol. You may have a lot going on for yourself and this person sees that. This person sees what you can bring to the table but they may feel quite inadequate that they can bring the same. Your person feels you are so lucky and blessed and they feel as though they lack everything. They don’t feel good enough for you. They feel as though “why them” when you can have whoever you want. They feel you are their dream girl ; their wish come true but apart of them feels that they don’t deserve you. Some of you, may be different than what this person is used to so they feel they are stepping into a new experience and this is bringing up feelings of uncertainty, fear, worry and bringing out their insecurities. You are what this person manifested but you just seem too good to be true for them. For some, your person is in a lifeless connection with someone and is trying to find the courage to leave them for you. I’m seeing that this person really likes you but may feel the need to go into hiding sometimes because they don’t know how to handle someone like you. You are top tier baby and you have so much going on for yourself so it’s very expected for those insecurities of theirs to be unlocked. I do see small, slow steps forward. Give this person time to get adjusted.

Signs: November, 888, turtle, lion, bull, Taurus, clay, Starbucks, C, Y, P, S, U, M, T, F

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[lewdbabies]

Complicated 💗

(aged up 24 yr old pro hero bakugoxhero readersmut/fluff)

~part3~

read parts one and two on my page 💕

part 1 ’frenemies’

part 2 ‘Rematch’

warning: Angst,Smut,language, MDNI,18+, sexual situations,choking,BDSM, degradation kink, raw sex, oral etc

“I-I want…YOU BOTH TO GET THE HELL OUT OF MY HOUSE NOW” You explode.

Both men’s eyes go wide as you tear into them mercilessly.

“Alright kid I get it, I’ll be the gentleman and give the lady her space” Hawks says calmly shutting the laptop you’d been sharing.

“Dont go acting all high and mighty bird for brains I’ll blow your ass up right here and now.” Katsuki growls back.

Hawks laughs swiping a hand through his dirty blond mop, a cocky smirk pulls to his lips.

“I’d like to see you try kid” he sneers flicking his large wings outward defensively.

“If anyone is blowing shit up here it’s me. I am both your superiors , now unless you want to be on your backs seeing stars…Out. That is an order.” You bark pointing a electrified finger at the door.

Hawks throws his hands up in defeat grabbing his laptop carrier from the couch. He walks past you,pausing as your shoulders brush whispering just loud enough for Katsuki to hear.

“call me when you want to finish what we started earlier y/n…” he says, eyes cutting to a now furious bakugo. Keigo chuckles waving goodbye as he disappears out the door.

“Kat-“ you start before he cuts you off.

“Don’t…just don’t” his head hangs, his expression hidden behind his blond locks.

His tone is different…nothing like his usual angry demeanor. His shoulders slumped forward making him look so much smaller. Every ounce of confidence left his posture, you’d never seen Katsuki so…vulnerable.

Your chest became tight waiting for him to scream at you, tell you how stupid you were but it never came. ‘Could it be the quiet before the storm’ you think anxiously.

“Of course you’d like a nice guy like him…” he mutters absent minded.

“What?” You ask placing a hand on his shoulder, he spins around grabbing your wrist mid-air crashing you against him. His memories play in a movie like sequence, he’d held you this close for the first time 3 years ago.

Headquarters ordered him to bring you along a stealth mission to infiltrate a villain drug ring where they were distributing ‘synthetic quirks’ to desperate quirkless citizens. The look of utter terror in your eyes was uncompassed as you experienced your first taste of danger. The villains had chased you two into a corner, your only option was to hide. Running hand in hand Katsuki yanked you into a near by abandoned building forcing you into a tight crawl space knocked into the concrete. His giant hand pressed against your mouth as the footsteps grew closer to your hiding spot. You sat on your knees, jammed between his long legs ,face forward with wide terrified eyes. you’d passed all your training and written exams with flying colors but being on the field was a feeling that could not be simulated in a classroom setting. Negative Thoughts raced in your mind as you ran through all the worst possible scenarios. All you could think of was how you could die right there and all your work would be forgotten. Katsuki grabbed your shirt with his free hand yanking you forward till your forehead rested on his shoulder, never letting go of your quivering mouth.

“I won’t let them lay a finger on you.” He growled low in your ear.

You barley knew him then and frankly you hated his guts thus far, but those words soothed the violent shaking of your small frame. A promise was laced in those words, a promise you knew that you could trust. He was fully ready to lie his life down for your escape if need be, no questions asked. His ruby eyes glinted in the darkness of the tight quarters, confidence radiated from him as he spoke quietly.

“I am number 1 after all , you’re in good hands dumbass” he breathes ,slowly becoming more aware of the pressure you were applying between his legs. His eyes shoot away as he pretended to keep watch for intruders. The space was so small he could feel the rise and fall of your chest with each strained breath you took. All he could focus on was keeping you safe, nothing else mattered.

Your eyes search his face looking for any indicator of his present thoughts. He peers down at you stone faced and silent, a hand snakes around your waist holding you flush to his hot chest. His body was burning up at an inhuman degree, a temperature no regular person could withstand. A bright glow of red decorated his cream cheeks, his lips parted slightly.

He’d forced himself to stay away from you for years to prevent throwing your success off course. Here you stood years later the strongest hero on the force and yet you still felt light years away from him.

“ you deserve so much better than me. They were right all along I am weak, no matter how powerful my quirk is or how hard I train I will never attain the things I want most in life…I’m a failure y/n.” He chokes his words straining against the lump in his throat.

“That isn’t true…What are you talking about Katsuki “ you whisper resting your palm against his fervent cheek.

“How could I expect someone as beautiful as you to love someone like me Tch …” he mumbles to himself.

‘Did he say…Love’ your clouded brain thinks in a panic.

Before you can question him any further he steps away from you leaving a gaping hole in your chest. He pauses just as his hand hovers over the door knob, shaking his head angrily he storms out of the door leaving you completely alone and stunned.

~

It’s been two weeks since you and Katsuki last spoke. The only conversation you had was the sharing of information regarding the rescue mission…via email. There were many incidences where you’d pass each other in the hallways of headquarters but he simply pretended you didn’t exist. You wanted so badly to reach out and grab him, demand answers about your argument but you knew that was far fetched. Once Katsuki shuts down there is no getting through to him, he is as stubborn as he is hot headed. You couldn’t help but wonder if he felt the same way, if he yearned for you, the way you yearned for him. You shake the tedious thoughts from your head, ‘I am number one now I can’t be distracted by such trivial things’ you think picking up speed.

Your heels clack loudly on the tile floor as you carry your towering stack of paperwork to the printing room.

“Need a hand bestie?” a voice calls. It was impossible to see over the mountain of files you were holding. The weight in your arms is lifted as the mystery person takes the top half of the stack.

“Miruko it’s you!” You jump wishing you could throw your arms around the beautiful statuesque woman. She shoots you a toothy smile, her ears wiggle happily at your reaction.

“I’m back from my mission over seas, international communication is hell that’s why I’ve been so radio silent recently, ugh I’ve been dying to talk to you” she admits with a Twinkle in her eye.

“I missed you too Miri.” You kick the slightly adgar office door open. Miruko follows you inside the tight break room resting the papers by the printer. She leans back on her elbows against the counter top, you begin making copies, a preoccupied look straining your soft features.

“What’s the tea girl, what did I miss?” She pry’s playfully.

“Huh? Nothings been going on lately…” you lie flipping through a thick Manila folder,avoiding her suspicious stare.

“Nothings been going on?! Hello?! You’re the number one fucking hero now!” She exclaims dramatically. You can’t help but smile at your excited supportive bestfriend,she always knew just how to cheer you up. It’s true you were number one but these days all you could feel was exhaustion . Just as your lips part to respond , your phone vibrates violently in your pocket.

“Hold on a sec Miri “ you say holding up an apologetic finger.

You reach in your pocket pulling out your buzzing cellphone, your heart clenches with a pang of disappointment when you see the name displayed.

“Hey kid” a soothing voice says on the other line.

“Hi tweety bird” you chirp ,a small tired smile splayed on your lips.

“I received confirmation that we’ll be infiltrating the prison tomorrow night.” He explains in a serious tone.

“Two weeks preparation is hardly enough time for me to lead an effective rescue…” you say, irritation bubbling up in your voice.

“I agree but you’re number one for a reason , we all believe that you will get everyone out safely. Don’t sweat it kid I’ve got your back…you know that.” He reassures you.

“You’re right…Has anyone informed Bakugo …Katsuki of these details?” You ask, correcting the informality.

“I haven’t talked to the hot head since the night he showed up to our little party uninvited.” He answers plainly.

Memories of the awkward encounter flash in your mind earning a physical cringe. Your relationship with Hawks hasn’t changed at all since Katsuki decided to go AWOL, he is as friendly and sweet as he’s always been. The topic of that nights events weren’t brought up until now, he acted as if it had never happened at all. Hawks is a very laid back soul, he tends to go with the flow and when he found himself wanting to kiss you that night, he let it consume him. Although he hasn’t brung it up that doesn’t mean he still can’t feel the warmth of your lips every single time he closes his eyes. The image of your pleading illuminating eyes staring back at him plagued his mind undoubtedly . He wanted nothing more than to feel you in that way again , to brush his lips against yours one more time.

“Ah…I guess it’s up to me as the team leader to keep everyone on the same page…I will let him know.” You trail deep in thought.

“Alright baby bird I’ll email you later with the meeting coordinates” he says casually, you blush at the new pet name.

“L-Later.” You stutter in a forced cool tone.

As soon as you hang up Miruko burst into laughter holding her stomach.

“Tweety bird!?…Is that how you flirt!?” She cackles. Your face burns a hot red as you jokingly punch her arm, she gives you a fake pout.

“I was not flirting…plus aren’t you the one always getting shipped with Hawks?” You shoot back. To your surprise she begins laughing even harder, tears pooling in her brown eyes.

“If you ever get sick of hero work you should be a comedian y/n that’s the funniest thing I’ve heard in a while. I would never date Hawks he’s like a problematic little brother… speaking of shipping…Whats the deal with you and Bakugo these days?” Her head cocks to the side curiously. Your breath catches in your throat at the sound of his name, eye brows knitting together. The very sound of his name made your blood boil over, a sigh falls from your lips.

“Complicated.” You state blandly.

“Complicated?…no…you didn’t! Tell me you didn’t fuck him y/n!” She shouts jumping up and down.

“Lower your voice Miri what if someone hears you!!” You whisper with wide eyes.

“I knew you had a thing for that angry Pomeranian!” She says poking your chest.

You roll your eyes picking up the freshly copied files, hugging them to your chest for support. Miri steps in front of you holding the door open, She pinches your butt as you walk past.

“Miri!” You yelp cheeks burning a warm red.

“I see you ms.Player you better text me the details later!” she shoots you a wink, you scoff spinning on your heels and starting down the long hall.

~

You stare down at your cellphone on the coffee table , your hand looms over the device. Your head shakes as your finger tips brush the screen, one thing you and Katsuki shared was his stubbornness .

‘Why should I talk to him first I didn’t do anything wrong’ you think to yourself annoyed. The call was a requirement it was business not pleasure, regardless of your personal issues he was still your subordinate. You had to talk to him for the sake of the mission, this was a time to put your feelings aside. You wouldn’t let him see you sweat , if he wanted to play it cool so could you. In a spur of the moment you snatch your phone tapping violently through your contact list. Clicking on the name ‘Bastard’ you slam the phone to your ear.

“Ring…Ring…Ring…” you wait nervously, after what feels like a lifetime his voice rumbles through the speaker.

“W-what do you want” he hiccups.

“I’m calling to discuss the mission-“ you begin.

“Tch the mission all you care about is the mission…pay attention to me Katsukiii…” he slurs, your eyes widen in shock at the female voice echoing in the background.

“I-I see you’re busy right now…I will send the details via email…” you say in a robotic distant tone.

“Shut up dumbass it isn’t what you think…” his words jumble together messily.

“You don’t have to explain anything to me Katsuki…I don’t care.” You snap,a small tremble shakes your voice.

“You don’t…care?…Get the hell off me you extra!…now back to you, what the hell do you mean you don’t care?! You don’t care about me y/n?!” He rasps speaking slow and lazy.

Before you can answer he continues.

“I’m coming over… I’m on my fucking way” he grumbles.

“You’re drunk you can’t drive idiot!” You sass.

“Who said anything about driving?” A loud series of explosions boom on the other line.

“See you soon dumbass” he says hanging up.

“What I never said you could-click-…” your mouth gapes open at the sound of the dead line. Jumping from the couch in a panic,you bolt to your room in a flash of violet zooming around looking for the perfect thing to wear. Every girl has done this but admittedly you cheated alittle, with the help of your quirk you could shower,shave, and moisturize all in under 5 minutes. Picking out a Lacey black Bralette and pantie set you rush to the bath tub finishing your shower routine at the speed of light. After you’re done, You slide your arms into your black silk robe tying it loosely in a bow. You grab a giant hair claw from the sink twisting your body wave into a top knot and clipping it in place. Your hands tremble with anxiety as you splash perfume on and add a light natural coat of makeup. Nothing too much just lashes, brows and a little bit of lipgloss went a long way. It’s true that the sound of another woman’s voice with bakugo did set every nerve in your body ablaze but you’d never let him know that. You wanted him to see you standing before him all soft and sweet wrapped up in a little black bow. A present that he couldn’t have, you wanted to see him squirm at the sight of you knowing you wouldn’t let him touch.

You smear gloss all over your lips with an audible pop, the ding of a notification on your phone catches your attention.

It reads “message from Hawks’ you click on the icon with hesitation.

9:30pm

Hawks: Whatcha up to kid

9:34pm

Y/n: Nothing special just getting ready for bed lol

9:38

Hawks: Good you need to get some rest you’re always buzzing around headquarters helping everyone it’s adorable

9:40

Y/n: Adorable? Are you flirting with your commander?

9:42

Hawks: Maybe I am

9:45

Y/n: That goes against Hero guidelines you know

9:50

Hawks: I’ve never been the type to follow rules babybird

The smile on your face quickly falls as a loud familiar banging rocks your walls. Sighing you lock your phone walking to the living room, the banging continues even after you’d reached the living area. You swing the door open revealing a tipsy flustered Katsuki. His forearm leaned against the wall for support as he stares down at you with robin eyes.

“You gonna invite me in or what?” He snaps.

“Since when do you ask permission to barge into my house?” You say stepping out of the door way. He strides inside mumbling something under his breath, you smack the back of his head.

“Ow what gives dumbass!” He yells cupping his head.

“You were talking shit.” You state shrugging as you close the door.

His jaw drops as he takes a closer look at you, he’d seen you in many ways but standing here in Lacey black lingerie wasn’t one of them. His Adam’s apple bounces as he gulps down whatever insult he had lined up. All he could zero in on was the way your breast sat perfectly under the see through fabric. If your robes job was to hide something, it wasn’t working very well, he had a clear view of your entire body. He wasn’t sure if it was the liquor or the sight of you making his head spin but he didn’t care all he wanted to do was pin your wrist above your head and hear you make those cute little noises he loved so much.

“Getting drunk the night before a mission Katsuki? How irresponsible can you be-“ you lecture, your words trail off as he steps toward you painfully slow. He’s right in front of you now boring into you with glassy lust filled eyes. To your surprise he kneels down, staring up at you on his knees. He rest his head against the puff of your womanhood arms slinking around your waist. Reflexively your fingers run through his hair , a soft purr hums in his throat.

“Katsuki…” you whisper, A throbbing sensation pulses between your thighs.

“Let’s just stay like this for a while.” He mumbles nuzzling deeper into your soothing touch. He breathes in admiring your sweet scent, a scent he hasn’t smelled in weeks to his distain. A smell that he longed for, as embarrassing as it was for him to admit…he’d missed you. Bakugo wouldn’t tell you that of course but it was true, those two weeks were pure agony for him. The countless times he picked up his phone to call you just to slam it back down was incomprehensible. A number of Bakugo’s friends had their eye on you at one point, it always went the same way. They’d ask if you two were dating, he’d say no, they’d ask for your number and Katsuki would blow them into next week. Seeing you with Hawks made him feel genuinely threatened and he hated having to compete for a heart he thought was already his. How could he blame you for wanting a nice guy…Someone totally opposite of him. People always put him in a box labeling him as the angry Hot head but for once he’d met his match. You never coward away from his harsh words, you’d shoot them back ten times harder and he loved it. He loved how sure of yourself you are, how confident and sexy, You never took shit from him. He could be himself around you without the fear or judgment of you leaving him like everyone else has. You praised his hard work and not the power of his quirk, even now that you’re top Hero you’ve never made him feel less than number one.

Your legs feel like jello as his nose brushes over the crotch of your black panties. His eyes are closed, a peaceful look on his face as he runs the flat of his tongue over the lace. A Moan escapes his lips as he savors the sweetness seeping through, his breath is hot against your soaking slit. His hands cup your ass kneading the plush skin as he pulls you deeper into his eager mouth. Your hands fist his hair for support as he devours you through your panties.

“K-Katsuki what-Ah!” You yelp strengthening your grip. Suddenly he forces your legs apart curving his arms securely around your thighs. Your legs drape around his shoulders as he lifts you with no effort at all. Your back is trapped against the wall at a height you’ve never been before, His tongue pushes aside the barrier of your panties teasing circles around your swollen clit. Your mouth gapes open a silent scream caught in your throat, he pulls your thighs further apart allowing better access to your dripping entrance.

“So wet and we’re just getting started” he pants dipping his stiff warm muscle into your sopping core. His breathless moans vibrate against your soft walls making your toes curl. Your mind struggles to catch onto to a single thought as his tongue pumps in and out of you. Control becomes a distant memory as his tongue swirls skillfully against your quivering walls.

“I’m gonna cum fuck-Ah please “ you cry.

His tongue slips out tracing around your slick bud, he sucks it into his mouth carefully. It’s too much, it’s too fucking hot for you to take, your body trembles in his hands as your orgasm rocks you to ecstasy. The world becomes a blur, somehow he maneuvered your spent body into his arms bridal style. You bounce with each step he takes toward your bed room, very gently he lays you down on your fluffy pink blanket. Your dazed eyes follow his every movement as he strips down right in front of you. He maintains eye contact as his strong fingers slowly unbuckle his black leather belt. You’re blushing red hot but you can’t look away, his tongue slides over his plump lower lip. His abs flex under his smooth skin as he lifts the Nirvana T-shirt you bought him for secret Santa last year over his head. Your chest heaves heavily as he climbs up the length of your body staring into your fluttering eyes. His forehead presses to yours lovingly, you stare up at his closed eyes. He curses himself for not apologizing sooner, nothing else topped the feeling of having you close. His fingers hook into the waist band of your panties, in a flash of heat he incinerates them turning the fabric to a sprinkle of ash.

“Those were brand new!” You squeal shooting a small current through his chest with your finger tip.

“Ow! That fucking hurts!” He shouts reaching over in search of his belt, grabbing both your wrist in his hand he pins them to the mattress.

“If you wanna act like a brat I guess I’m gonna have to teach you a lesson” he says in a thick sultry tone. A soft whimper leaves you as he fastens the leather around your hands creating makeshift handcuffs. The pressure applied by the material felt painfully good, Katsuki’s eyes shine with a animalistic glint. It was no secrete that Bakugo is a Dominant person he enjoyed watching you squirm helplessly beneath him. He trails hot kisses from your collar bone down to your soft breast, using his teeth he pulls the lace away exposing your hard peak. His warm breath fans over the nub making your back arch deeper into his touch. He teases you circling around the hard bud, your hips wiggle in anticipation.

“Please…please touch me” you whimper.

“You’ve been a bad girl haven’t you…answer me slut.” He growls nipping at your plush mound.

“Y-yes I’ve been bad Ah-“ you choke tears forming at the corners of your eyes, you’d never wanted anything so much in your life. He smirks running the tip of his tongue over your nipple finally, you gasp releasing the breath you’d been holding. He suckles you achingly slow, his fingers inch between your thighs sliding over your slippery folds. He’s knuckle deep in your heat pumping in and out at a steady pace , the sensation of his mouth on your breast and fingers petting your insides causes your muscles to clamp around him. Just as you begin to see stars he pulls away leaving you with an unsatisfied pressure in your groin.

“N-no please don’t stop” you whine, voice shaking.

“Only good girls get rewarded” he says in an assertive manner. Your walls tighten around nothing making you feel nothing less than empty, you wanted-fuck that- needed him inside of you. Katsuki decides to have mercy on you, pulling down his grey sweatpants allowing his pulsing cock to spring free. He grips himself admiring the lewd expression you were giving him, The large vein running up the length of his manhood throbs as he grows harder. Your thighs scream as he pushes your knees to your chest, stretching you in a completely new way. You want to touch him, to pull him on top of you and ram his cock in yourself but your hands were trapped helplessly in his leather bonds.

“Beg slut…Beg me to fuck you…beg me to stretch out that pretty little pussy of yours” he growls smearing his dripping pre down the length of your glistening slit.

“Please-please-fuck me Katsu fuck me uhn-“ you whine pathetically.

He smiles mischievously, dipping his cock-head into your warm cavern, he hisses holding back the urge to cum right then and there. The stretch feels relieving, your walls tighten around him pulling him in deeper. His head hangs making his blonde spikes fall into his crimson eyes, the sensation of being swallowed by your soft walls makes him feral. Letting out an animal like growl he jolts his hips forward closing the gap between your bodies. Your eyes roll back as you cry out in pleasure and pain, he pulls out only to slam back inside aggressively. He holds your quivering legs against his chest as he continues his brutal assault on your slick walls. Your nails claw at your bonds as he thrust into you hard and long, a single tear trails down your cheek falling to the pillow. Katsuki see’s this and it drives him mad, he forces your legs apart placing both hands on each side of your head. He captures your lips in a hungry kiss tasting how sweet you are inside. His strokes are deep and passionate rocking your body to euphoria , his long fingers wrap around your throat squeezing lightly as he explores your mouth. Your screams are swallowed by his greedy lips, he thrust into you faster hitting your gspot every time he bottoms out.

“Who’s fucking pussy is this…answer me princess don’t tell me you’re to cock drunk to speak.” He growls thick in his throat.

“I-it’s yours Ah fuck-fuck-fuck-“ you cry as he picks up speed once again.

You begin to see stars as your head goes light, you clench around him locking him hilt deep inside you. Your body convulses as your orgasm washes over you in violent waves. Your arousal sprays soaking him and the sheets beneath you, after a few more sloppy rough strokes ,his jaw clenches as he paints your walls with his hot seed. His movement’s are lazy as he frees your sore wrist from the restraints, his spent member weighs heavy inside you.

“I have something to fucking say” he pants.

“W-what is it?” You whimper not yet recovered from your mind bending climax.

“Im fucking in love with you y/n” he says looking deep into your hazy eyes.

‘Well this isn’t good’ you think frantic I

“I-we have a mission tomorrow let’s get some sleep Goodnight !” You panic pushing him to the other side of the bed and curling up in the sheets. The room is dead silent as you pretend to fall asleep wondering what is racing through Katsuki’s head.

Part 4 coming soon🍭

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[canongf-archive]

hi liv! can i ask for advice on something? so ive had a crush on this character for almost two weeks, and its been really great! but i got to a point in his source where he dies and i dont know what to do now. it was really sudden for me, i didnt know it would happen at all, and im really upset. i know i havent known him that long, but it feels really devastating. i dont know what to do. i was looking forward to knowing him more and exploring our relationship but now it feels like its all been cut short. its maybe silly, but i feel like even if i still have a crush on him, i will always be affected by knowing that hes dead, and it just makes me so sad. i know that i could pretend that it never happened, but its a major part of the plot and i dont know if i could just "forget" it. i feel weird cause i rarely have crushes this intense, i just somehow knew that hed be important to me when i saw him for the first time, and the feeling just keeps growing.

anyway, thank you in advance (though no worries if you dont want to answer this), i hope you have a good day <3

💗 hi anon!!! 💗

before i say anything else, i wanna tell you that i'm sorry. i've been exactly where you are, some days i am still there, and i know how hard it is, how absolutely devastating it can be, and i'm so sorry that you're experiencing it.

none of it is silly. the characters may not be real, but the feelings are! the love that you have for this character is very real! which means the grief is too. which is so beautiful but so heartbreaking at the same time, isn't it? and the thing that's helped me the most, and the thing that i recommend to people going through it, is to allow yourself the time to feel that grief.

i know that my initial reaction was to try to pretend that i wasn't feeling what i was feeling. i thought it might be stupid or ridiculous, i was concerned of what people might think... but it didn't stop me from feeling it. it just made me feel bad for feeling it, worse than i was already feeling. it made me feel isolated and trapped. i had to sit with it so that i could heal from it. i had to lay in bed, i had to cry, i had to write it down, i had to talk it out. and now i'm better, i'm happy and i'm in love, and he is with me always. but i had to mourn him first. and that might be what you need to do too.

and i want to tell you that two things can be true at the same time. it can be true that in canon, he died. it can be true that you experienced a loss and it has been heartbreaking, to feel like he's gone and that your relationship was cut short. and it can also be true that he will always be with you. that you have a connection to him unlike any other and as long as you're breathing and as long as you love him, he exists within you and he will never really be dead. you can bring him back to life, you can pretend he was never really gone at all, and you can keep creating a future with him. and you can sit in both of these truths at the same time and honor all of the feelings that come with them. choosing one or the other can be hard. you don't have to do it.

when feelings come up, allow them. sit with them and talk with them and allow yourself to heal from them. i know it feels like you won't ever be able to move on from it, that's how i felt too, but one day it won't hurt so bad. maybe you'll forget his death or maybe you won't, but you can still live a happy life with him as a part of it anyway. just give yourself time to get there, okay?

i am sending you the biggest hug. take it one day at a time and remember that you're not alone! i'm here if you need me! 💗

[yuumoriarty]

。。。WILLIAM JAMES MORIARTY & SHERLOCK HOLMES .ᐟ MOODBOARD

moriarty the patriot .ᐟ doctor who au. | william james moriarty as a timelord ( let's refer to him as “ the professor ” ) and sherlock holmes as his companion.

i'd like to imagine the professor and holmes meeting during a case, where holmes is gathering up clues in the scene of the crime. despite having no clue about one another, they kept on finishing each other's sentences. the professor would find his intellect, curiosity, and eagerness amusing. and seeing how holmes was always up for an adventure, the professor would then beckon him to go inside the tardis to travel through time and space. he claims that holmes might find some interesting cases along their travels.

“ that blue box? a time machine? you're bluffing! there's no way a police box would be able to do that! ”

“ don't take my word for it, detective? why don't you come on inside and see for yourself. ”

cut to the part where these two, who had already gotten along well during their first meeting (especially because they exchange banters on the daily), had travelled to so many places and went back and forward in time. they have been through so much together, seen and experienced so much together, that their bond had become stronger over time.

“ i haven't felt like that in forever. ” the professor says quietly, leaning against the door of the tardis after he and holmes had rushed in inside (barely escaping a group of extraterrestrial creatures who threatened to harm them).

holmes catches his breath, managing a “ felt what? ” in-between pants as his hands were resting on his knees.

“ happy. ” replies the professor, a fond look in his eyes as he glances over at holmes. the detective's face scrunches in absolute confusion. happy? did he just hear the professor say happy?

the detective slumps down on the floor, leaning against the door of the time machine as he looks up at the professor. “ professor, we barely escaped those creatures. what do you mean happy?! we nearly got ourselves into trouble... and you're happy? ”

the professor lets out a soft chuckle, settling down beside holmes; the smile on his face continues to confuse the poor detective who hadn't an ounce of a clue about what the professor was on about.

“ i mean, yeah. we were chased. but... running away from those monsters wasn't half-bad. especially when you've got someone with you. it was ㅡ it is ㅡ i mean, all of this. not just the running, but the travelling... it's less scarier and a lot less lonelier than when you're all alone. i'm glad you're with me, holmes. i truly am. ”

but before holmes could even respond, a loud bang from the outside startled the two partners within the tardis, prompting them to run towards the machine's control panel.

“ professor, for someone who's a timelord, you've really got a bad timing with things. d'ya know that?! ” holmes blurted out, the professor following close behind.

“ holmes, shut up and push those three buttons over there! get to work! we'll continue this conversation some other time! ”

honestly, i'd love to flesh this au out by writing their adventures per chapter. (and considering it's doctor who-based, of course it'll end in angst. but time isn't on my side so, this will have to do for now). 😭

( likes & reblogs are always appreciated .ᐟ please DO NOT steal; give credits if using. thank you .ᐟ 💗 )

[bowandcurtsey]

Hi, Aine! I'm one of your silent readers.

Few days ago I saw ur post saying u got bitten by a dog. Idk why but I'm actually worried abt u. How's ur injury?

Now I just remember, this month, it's been a year since I got involved in an accident wherein my left foot (Achilles heel) got eaten in a motor chain. It was totally hell, not to mention it got infected and need to have another surgery after a week. Thankfully I surpassed that phase of my life and I am able to walk again just this year.

The reason why I'm telling this is that, while I'm at the hospital that time, ur works are one of the things that made my stay at the hospital bearable. They were my escape from reality, since I really thought I won't be able to walk again due to how bad my injury was. And while I was recovering, I just kept on looking forward to your works and updates. You write so well that I feel like I'm actually experiencing what I'm reading. It might even sound exaggerated but since I wasn't able to walk, I can't go outside, and was stuck at my room, reading your works were my distractions, like I feel like I'm traveling in a lot of places just doing commissions, running errands, etc. I actually felt normal in those times. And I really just want to thank you for that. I can't thank u enough for your kindness, Aine. You're one of the most AMAZING writers I know.

Hoping for your fast recovery. Always take care, Aine 💗

Okay I’m slightly back at my senses after reading this for like 5 times. This is kinda me right now:

First, my finger is recovering pretty well and the wounds have more or less closed so I should be fully recovered soon, just thinking about what I’ll do to avoid getting scars 🥲

AND EXCUSE ME SILENT ANONY YOU HAD YOUR FOOT IN A MOTOR CHAIN. I would have fainted from the pain and panic!!

IM SO FUCKING PROUD OF YOU FOR WALKING AGAIN!!!!

When I was injured, i realise how even my one finger was important and essential in my daily life, I’m sure you could relate to your leg 🥺🥲 but i cannot relate not knowing if I’ll ever walk again, I would have cried everyday 😭 you’re REALLY really strong for going through that.

Now I’m very glad that I’ve been consistent in delivering my works last year, (I’ll buck up for this year) knowing that it has helped so many of you go through all the shits in life 🥺🤍 mama Aine is here for all of you, I’ll cuddle and coodle all of you with my works. I hope it sends all of you a little warmth on colder days ❤️

Well, i hope that you’re all well and healthy now Silent Anony. I want to give you a hug so badly, like those tight hugs that i can stroke your back and say you’ve done well and I’m glad you’re all okay now.

And now that you’re not THAT silent anymore, do interact with me more! Or send in some requests!! Just give yourself an emoji if you still want to stay Anonymous 💓

One last thing, I’m so glad you made the effort or found the courage to write to me. Because I really appreciate it, knowing that somewhere out in the world, maybe far or maybe near, there’s someone who’s thinking of my works and rooting for me 🥺 it’s a warm fuzzy feeling that I’ve grown attached to from all the interactions with everyone here, be it my moots, or anonys, or anyone random!!

You’re the kind and amazing one anony, you know they say that if you go through a big struggle in your life, you’re bound to receive some blessings after 💕

Thank you so much 🤍

[nemo-of-house-hamartia]

WIP CH.2- "Confluence"

(...)"Madonna Lucia, my eyes rejoice in seeing you," she heard Tiziano say, beaming at the sight of her. With quick strides, he was soon in front of her, his large hands taking her own with gentle grace.

He bowed, bringing her hands to his lips, never breaking eye contact with her.

Lucia had to contain her surprise: his dark eyes, she noticed now that he was up close, were almost the same shade as Federico's, but they held none of their lively light nor the soft warmth.

"Welcome to Palazzo Ducale, Messer Contarini. You are always the most welcomed guest in this house," 

"And you are, as ever, the most gracious host," he whispered, giving her hands another peck and a smile under his trimmed beard. "I have looked forward to meeting you all day, Mia Signora. I was supposed to come tomorrow, but I found myself impatient and couldn't wait any longer, the rain be damned."

Lucia smiled and nodded politely, as she had been taught to, without uttering a single whisper.

Tiziano looked at her for a while longer, studying her face, until his eyebrows knitted in a worried look.

"Forgive me for my bluntness, but you look pale, Madonna Lucia. Your Lady Mother was telling me that you had not felt the best, these past weeks?" He whispered with gentleness. She saw him raise his hand to reach her cheek, and she froze on the spot when his knuckles touched her skin. Lucia felt her heart clenching in her chest, wanting with all of her might that the hand caressing her was Federico’s. 

"No-nothing to worry about, Messer Contarini. Just the dampness of the lagoon after all this rain,"she merely said, shifting ever so subtly to get away from his touch.

"When it comes to your wellbeing, I worry, Madonna Lucia. You are so dear to my heart," he murmured, his smile growing soft. He then turned toward her mother, his voice low and grave. "If you allow, Dogessa Isabella, I will have my personal physician come and take a look at Madonna Lucia. We cannot run the risk of her falling sick."

"You are most kind, Messere, a true blessing to this family, first with the Election of my Lord Husband to Doge of the Serenissima and now with our dear Lucia,” 

“This is the least I could do, Dogessa. It is my duty as a Contarini and as a man to regard for the wellbeing of one of the Figlie della Laguna,”

Lucia saw her mother’s face lit up with a radiant smile and her cheeks turning red with joy: why was she so ecstatic for something so little?

When she focused her attention on Tiziano again, she saw that he was staring at her, his face tilted and his lips thinned in an enigmatic smile that Lucia didn’t know how to decipher.

“Madonna Isabella, will you be so kind as to give me your permission to take a walk with your daughter in her garden?” Tiziano asked, his dark irises never leaving Lucia's face.

The young woman's eyes grew wide, as she felt a chill of dread running down her spine.

She didn't want to be alone with him in her garden.

She didn’t want him in her garden.

She didn’t want his presence to desecrate the place where she and Federico had shared their kisses, where Federico had held her so close to him she had felt his heartbeat against her cheek...where she had experienced the warmth of love for the first time.

That Garden was theirs and theirs alone.

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So here it's a small snippet of Ch.2 of Rondó Veneziano. I worked proficiently today, and I think I might have finally broken that freaking block that was dragging me down (but I am going to touch wood anyway because you never know.)

It's going to be a little angsty, but I promise that the last chapter will be so fluffy and sweet, y'all will visit the dentist afterwards.

TRUST.

Many thanks to Dearest @giuliettaluce for her kindest words, because they actually gave me the push to work on this today. (You are an angel, my dear. Thank you so much for always supporting me!💗)

Well, I am off to work on this chapter a little more!

Hope you'll like this!💗

--NEMO

[inessencedevided]

Because today is my birthday and I am also celebrating my Cleric getting his cheek caressed by the Monk of our party whom he has a Regency Era Vibes crush on, I will yeet some more Monster AU your way, this one written to Work Song which in my humble opinion is one of the most beautiful love songs ever written 💗

There is a monster in the Burial Mounds.

Everyone knows the tale by now, it has been the subject of whispers in teahouses and stories parents tell they children to scare them. What most people do not know is that it is a love story too.

The seasons turn slowly from spring to summer, the bunnies busily repopulating the Mounds, fields getting tended to and music ringing out from the Demon-Subdue-Castle which has since been renamed Work Room as it does not make much sense to keep the moniker when one of them is living there.

The Wens are still wary of Lan Wangji but they tolerate him, help him when help is needed but mostly keep to themselves. A-Yuan has taken to accompany Lan Wangji to the fields, chattering about anything he sets his mind to while the young man toils the fields. These days he has a lot of time to think about and assess his feelings.

There is no doubt about it. The careful emerging of his heart from its frozen cave can only mean one thing. He has experienced this once before, before it shattered at the bottom of a cliff. It keeps him up at night, the doubts, the questions. How dare his heart fall for another?! Is it so quick to forget the one that awakened it from its slumber? Is he really this flighty with his affections, this desperate in his grief that he is imagining things?

He cooks, chopping the vegetables with more violence than strictly needed and mulls it over. He would have crawled through the ruins of the cultivation world, burning embers, across shards of pottery, cutting up his fingers and knees to get Wei Ying to safety.

For a few days after his death, Lan Wangji wanted to become one with the earth, sink into the cold, dark element without ever waking up again to a world in which his heart is gone.

Brother watched him closely those days, staying by Lan Wangji’s bedside until he was sure that he would not hurt himself worse than he already was. And then the demon summoned him to be its husband.

These feelings do not feel wrong. They do not feel fake or like an intruder. They are gentle and fragile like the gentians his mother loved. They feel familiar and confusing at the same time. Lan Wangji sees the demon’s curiosity, knows of his love for music, about the way he likes his food (searingly spicy), his kindness, his warmth. His care and regard. They all remind him of someone long gone.

A-Yuan tugs at his pant leg and he looks down, smiles at the little boy, the expression still new but so welcome. The boy grins up at him and demands to be lifted up to see his large friend. Lan Wangji indulges him, of course he does. A-Yuan should never have to ask for care. So he picks him up and carries him, his musings interrupted for now which is a blessing and a curse both.

The demon is curled up like a cat, the bunnies scampering around his legs, sniffing at him and Lan Wangji smiles even wider, allowing the feeling in his chest to take root, allowing the warmth to fuel him as the little boy runs up to the beast and hugs his very large leg with an excited “Xian-gege!”

Lan Wangji almost drops to the ground, his knees giving way, his ears filled with ringing, everything blurred and his heart pounding frantically. This has to be a jest. A coincidence. This is not…

He rushes forward regardless as the demon unfolds himself, lowering his head towards the little boy and the young man, blinking several eyes. “Is it really you?”, he asks, his voice shaky, words barely able to pass his lips. This is why. This is why it felt so familiar. This is why it feels new and old at the same time. And even without the beast answering, he knows the answer. In a way, he has always known.

He surges forward and hugs the large snout, collapsing into a heap of hope and happiness, sobbing without really noticing, repeating the dear name like a chant.

It feels a lot like coming home.

- 🍄 anon

First of all: HAPPY BIRTHDAY YOU WONDERFUL WONDERFUL SPECIMISM!!! 💖🌈💖🍄💖🌈💖

Now i really wish i knew who you are so i can shower you with love in your inbox :D

☝ me looking around my dash for who might have mentioned it's their birthday

Also 🍄 anon you might as well have scooped this installment right out of my heart 🥺 there is no artist i associate more with wangxian than hozier. Mostly because if I listen to an artist a lot while I get into a new fandom, I end up linking the two in my mind and that happened here. Add to that that I also used hozier to cope with breaking up with my exgf and his music makes me go FERAL ^^

And you really captured the feeling of work Song here. What I love about hozier is that his music captures emotions in such a base way. Love isn't just an emotion in his songs it's a state of being, it transforms and you just got this here it's insane! (Also it's just so lan wangji you know?? The guy who doesn't do anything by halves of course he loves with his whole being too!😭)

I kept thinking when I read that installment where you described that lan wangji falls in love with the monster before he knows it's wei wuxian that he would absolutely feel conflicted about this. This is a guy who does not love easily. If he ever fell again for someone after wei wuxian I'm pretty sure the adjustment period would have been long

You have inspired me now 🍄 I'm on the train rn (first time in months it's so nice!!) And I planned to edit my rbb fic anyway. Now I'll be doing it while listening to hozier

Also I'll be raising a glass to you tonight 🥰🥂 i hope you have a wonderful birthday and you either get treated to some cake or you treat yourself 💖

Edit: I completely forgot over everything else but it took me embarrassingly long to figure out you were talking about a d&d campaign 😅 my campaign kind fissled out over the pandemic. High time I get back into it

[borathae]

Again, I don't know where to start. Sibi chapter 4 is a gem (just like every chapter) and my favorite so far. I am rooting so much for these two. And the layers we get with more chapters is amazing. You did such an excellent job💗

Now I want to get deeper into this world. And I took notes and read it 3 times to cover everything up🤭

First of all I am really glad they are enjoying themselves the whole time🥵🥵 So hot. And never toxic. They are always looking out for each other.

It made so happy to see Koo happy. He is going through so much and every moment of happiness is a relief. He deserves the very best. And Lucky being the one who causes this happiness, just wonderful. I really really like her. Even if I don't know much about her. But she is a badass woman that's for sure. I am desperate to find out more about her. Is there a specific reason she works there? What about her family? How much affects her brothers death her life? What about her friends? So many questions. And the fact that she is open to Koo too aww🥺 A two way street.

And she already notices the blurring lines. I live for the blurring lines. Hopefully this won't end in a fiasco.

The aftercare is so soft. I love it. Everything about it has me melting.

And the highlight for me in this wonderful chapter is the rest. He finally opens up to someone in the most emotional way possible. He trusts Lucky and it really shows. It made me so emotional to read it. The honesty with each other. Wow. The mature way Koo describes his love story with the other oc. He is heartbroken but also happy for her. What a wonderful man. And not Lucky pointing out what a bitch that oc is😅 Can't wait to see what happens if they met (I mean they will be civil and she would be happy for Koo and Lucky but a little grudge against her (from Lucky) is there). Maybe Koo will realize or has already realized that this whole secret lover thing would have made him unhappy in the end.

When he admits he doesn't want live this life anymore. My heart is breaking. It's one thing to think about it but another to admit. Poor baby. What a big step to finally pour his soul out.

And how Lucky notices his smell and notices his problem. Just like she notices every detail. She is very attentive and I love that about her. She is persistent but also respects boundaries. And her understanding. What can I say? I am so in awe about her reaction. She never judges and comforts him in a way he never experienced. Everything she says is emphatic. And the fact that she's not angry with him reminds me of the quote from Uncle Iroh 'I was never angry with you, I was just scared you lost your way.' It always tears me up😭😭 just like this scene.

It's like I am screaming but they don't even her me.

This a quote for my journal. It so intense and emotional. I absolutely love it.

And he can cry because of her. Where are my tissues? I loved how he explains that it's a good thing to cry. 'Your soul is safe with me' what, how could you🥺😭 This whole paragraph is one to remember.

I also have a question. At the beginning Lucky says it's the sixth week Koo sleeps with her by his side. Does this mean every day or one specific day?

The excitement I have for this story is unbelievable. I really look forward to it. It's so beautiful. Thank you. You are such an amazing writer. I admire you so much Sibi💗

I hope you have a great day. Take care of yourself. Stay hydrated and eat well. Lots of love from me❤️

🌟

I am-

This review is so detailed 🥺 omfg this literally made me tear up because I am just so moved by you taking time out of your day to write this amazing review 🥺😔💜 truly I love you so much and I am so happy that you had so many fave moments in this chapter 😔

Also to answer your question at the end JSJSJSJS I actually caN'T ANSWER YOU HSHSHAHSSH because it is going to be revealed in a future chapter very soon JSJSJSJ 🤧😂💜

Truly my pretty star I appreciate you so much 😔💜