#“is THIS the END of the SPECIAL relationship 😰”

[ameliafuckinjones]

Me reading early 2010s articles and blogs about the tumultuous Special Relationship in the post-Bush/Iraq war era and Obama's hilariously funny anti-British tendencies for ukus angst ideas:

[transmascaraa]

♡!200 followers special!♡

"A valentine's dance."

bf!gaming x gn!reader

author's note: this is basically the longer version of the gaming hcs in my last post aka the valentine's day special ALSO 2nd time ever writing a fanfic shiver me timbers😰 i hope it okay btw i'll draw my (genshin or whatever )oc/self-insert tonight cuz i have school in 2 hours and i have a bit of homework left lol

"thank you, lion dance boy."

You and your boyfriend, Gaming, have been dating for a few months now. He loved you very dearly, just as you loved him. You were an inseparable couple, like you were glued to eachother. But, the relationship that you had was healthy, and really sweet. People talked about your closeness to other people, in the streets. You've overhead them quite a few times now. You were a famous couple in Liyue.

A really special date was approaching. The 14th of February, Valentine's day. A day to show your loved one how much you love them, to give them a gift. It was a heartwarming "holiday", for most. Not everyone, but most. And as soon at it sttarted approaching, the streets were bustling with the names of you and Gaming.

Gaming, he planned a dance show for that day, that night. He invited everyone from Liyue, and even other nations! As promised, he would amaze them and make them smile. But that wasn't all that much important to him. You were.

The whole dance show was actually just made so he could give you a rose in a more romantic and surprising way. Yes, it was a surprise. He didn't mention Valentine's day to you for the whole day, but that night...

When it finally came, that night, you started getting ready. Putting on your best outfit, ready to be looked at and praised by everyone. Was it the outfit, or the whole night? Nobody knows. The outfit was one of Gaming's favorite ones for you to wear. Whenever you wore it, he ended up staring at you too much and blushing more than usual. It was interesting, really. How can such a simple outfit make a man's heart go crazy? Make his blood rush to his face, his cheeks? The human body and mind is really impressive.

As soon as you were done getting ready, you got your bag and went out the door. Going to see your precious boyfriend perform on such a special day.

When you got there, everyone had surprised looks on their faces, but positive ones. They got out of the way, and let you stand in the first row out of the thousands of people in the crowd. Like I said, the two of you were really famous there.

Then, music started playing, the crowd went silent. The lights went out. Rose petals started falling out of nowhere from the sky, making it much more beautiful to look at.

Soon, 3 different lights were on the stage. 3

The 2 of them started dancing. They were dancers. Lion dancers.

It was nice seeing them dance, so many moves and talent. It was worth seeing it.

Eventually they stopped, and the third dancer started dancing. He was Gaming, recognizable even in the night. Flawlessly dancing and moving across the stage, everyone was amazed.

A few minutes passed, and the lights turned on again. The 3 dancers bowing down.

"Happy Valentine's day everyone! Here's a rose to a special person in the crowd!" He threw a beautiful red rose to the crowd, and coincidentally, it landed right in your hands.

Smiling, you spoke, "Thank you, Gaming!" and the performance ended there.

After there were only you and Gaming left there, you read a note that was connected to the rose by a beautiful orange string.

"Happy Valentine's day, [name]!" and just as you read it, Gaming said it himself.

"Thank you again, lion dance boy. I loved the performance."

"You're welcome, it was dedicated to you alone. I'm glad you liked it."

~~~~~

YIPPIEEEE I REALLY LIKE IT

i'm not good at fanfics imo but ig i like this one

adorable gaming frfr

[mr-nauseam]

for this ask game

Can you tell me about "You let me desecrate you"?

I'M SUCH A YAPPER. SORRY GRACE THIS IS GOING TO BE LONG BECAUSE I HAVE A LOT OF THINGS TO SAY ABOUT THAT FIC. It was tormenting me on my wips for MONTHS so I DO HAVE A LOT TO SAY. (Favorite Scene) From the second chapter in general I quite liked writing that whole scene when Sejanus is undressing and we find out how he's been living those terrible months and all that makes him decide to go “murder” Coriolanus in the shower <3 (which by the way was a blatant reference to the murder scene in psychosis, which I did not only because it's a very iconic scene but because the murderer is dressed as his mother and there's something abt Coriolanus forcing Sejanus to fulfill a maternal role in his life in BE...)

I especially liked this part: The door is opened carefully, his steps are silent and slow, he tries to hide among the crying of the shower, until the curtain shows him a silhouette he knows well. One that he has adored madly, a blurred image that hides his reward, the fair price for what Sejanus has lost, what has been taken from him. He pulled back the curtain. Abrupt movement. The weapon felt heavy as he placed it against Coriolanus's chest, aiming straight for his heart, and Sejanus remembered for the first time in years that he was actually taller than Coriolanus.

LIKEEE Coriolanus IS SHORTER THAN SEJANUS IN HEIGHT, VERY SHORT I WOULD SAY, but he is so BIG in a way. The power he hold over Sejanus and their relationship is so immense that Sejanus feel small next to him even physically, that he has forgotten that HE IS TALLER!!! That's craaazy I liked too the final scene of the third chapter (and in general of the fic) were I talk abt the fusion of both in one monstrous being. (My favorite chapter) I really like the 3 chapters but I have a special relation with THE SECOND FUCKING CHAPTER, LIKE NOT GET ME WRONG I ADORE DO SECOND CHAPTER BUT IT TOO FUCKING DRIVE ME CRAZY, IT TOOK ME AN INSANE AMOUNT OF TIME MANAGED TO WRITE IT. Honestly I feel I lost for complete the control of that chapter 😭 it's SOMETHING ELSE UH . So I kind HATE IT WITH MY SOUL and LOVE IT AT THE SAME TIME. (Hardest scene to write) ALL THE SEX SCENES SKJHSKJHSJKHS Vicó was making fun of me bc this was "😰" my face everytime I remembered THE SMUT FIC NEED INDEED HAVE SMUT... I simply suck so bad to write smut yet Im doing it bc I think we need more bottom Sejanus in snowjanus tag (Favorite character to write in the fic)

💖 SEJANUS 💖

Look writing Coriolanus sometimes is fun but I WAS SICK OF THAT MAN, because an unwritten rule is that in our collabs series (Bad Ending & Laboratory Au) I usually do Coriolanus POV and vicó does Sejanus POV (the reason is because I love her sejanus pov and she for a reason I don't understand likes how I write coriolanus) it's not a real rule because when the time comes she has written coriolanus and I have written sejanus but by the time I was doing this fic, I had already spent a lot of time writing from Coriolanus' POV, SO I WAS TIRED OF HIM, besides even if always is tragic and depressive, I always enjoy getting into Sejanus' head in bad ending.

(Favorite dynamic to write in the fic) The whole fic is centered around Snowjanus so clearly them but I liked the small mention of Sejanus and Strabo's fucked up relationship I did (Why I chose that title) I suffer from the sickness called "all my fics have names of songs," I'm also an addicted to make playlist at the slightest provocation so OBVIOUSLY I MADE A PLAYLIST JUST FOR THIS FANFIC, and one of the first songs I put in it was: Closer by Nine Inch Nails.

So the tittle is taken from the first verse: You let me violate you You let me desecrate you You let me penetrate you You let me complicate you

There were many parts of that song that I wanted to use as a title but in the end I went for that one because of the meaning of desecrate.

desecrate verb to damage or show a lack of respect toward something holy or respected.

There's a recurrent topic in the fic of Sejanus trapped in the madonna-whore complex in Coriolanus's eyes (pure or corrupted), of Coriolanus saying he adore and love Sejanus but literal abusing him and never having any respect for him, and all the blaming Snow do to Sejanus FOR THE OWN DAMAGE HE DO TO HIM???????? It feel adequate in a way, all this Sejanus is holy, but he "let" Coriolanus to desecrate him. (A fun fact about the fic) It started as a joke… Me and vicó, we talked fthat from our perspective Coriolanus is yes a pathetic virgin but he sure had a thousand kinks, and would ask Sejanus for “strange” things in bed, and how Sejanus knows how to use a gun in canon,,,, yeah gun kink appear in the talk and we discuss about the difficulties of them using a gun because well Coriolanus is paranoid and blah blah blah.

How did I end up writing it seriously and on top of that dealing with such heavy topics like Coriolanus' power and murder fantasies, Sejanus then fantazing to murder his abuser and etc etc? WELL THAT WAS VICOS FAULT because she put at the beginning of "My boy only breaks his favorite toys,"a scene of Sejanus fantasizing about murdering Coriolanus and SOMETHING CHANGED IN MY HEAD. And somehow the gun is a great symbol of the power imbalance that exists in their relationship, and after I wrote District Whore for Bad Ending Universe, I lost fear to post terrible smut SO I WAS ALL "WHO'S GONNA STOP MEEEE??? WHO'S GONNA STOP MEEE???" and no one stop me indeed, and this how THAT FIC HAPPEN...

[neurodiverse-adulthood]

Maybe I'M misunderstanding OP'S intent, but the notes don't seem to see it the way I do. Here's my take.

TLDR:

🫂 Frame your engagement with your fixations/interests as a dynamic between you and someone you love

❤️‍🔥 Use the term "unhealthy" instead of "toxic", it just helps

🔎 Take the time to assess the quality of your 'relationship', if it's hurting you or holding you back

👍 Decide what changes to make to make things better!

I'm going to substitute in the words unhealthy and disordered to reduce the effect of our subconscious guard around "toxic"

Like the post says, you have a relationship with your interest/fixation, and you can engage with it in healthy and unhealthy ways.

🧠 Disordered patterns

Usually, a behavioral/thought/emotional pattern is considered disordered if the "3 D's of diagnosis" describe it*: Divergent, Dysfunctional, Distressing.

Divergent means the pattern is atypical to the culture surrounding the person in question. Known as deviant actually, but I prefer the more neutral connotations of divergent

Dysfunctional means the pattern is disruptive to the person's physical, social, or emotional welfare-- may disrupt eating habits, academic success, relationships, much more... or even those of others

Distressing means the person is upset by their own patterns.

*not all disorders fit all three-- but it's a good rule of thumb in adverse psychology

Special interests and hyperfixations qualify for divergence in and of themselves. I'm gonna home in on dysfunction and distress.

🔥 Interests and dysfunction

Your engagement with an interest can become dysfunctional in nature. Such as...

not sleeping for days on end because you can't stop reading about a fungus

a game occupying so much of your time that you neglect interpersonal relationships, hurting the other people and waning away the relationship

having irrational responses to criticism of the fixation (e.g. you may notice that seeing negative talk about your blorbo makes you feel very defensive and hostile, and you lash out at critics as if to justify your passion for it)

struggling to pull yourself away to perform necessary functions: showering, shopping, completing assignments, laundry, attending classes/work, etc-- which may cause a decline of mental state, physical welfare, and academic/job performance

spending outside your budget on your interest, like show merchandise, especially if the funds are shared with someone (e.g. you spent too much and now can't pay your share of rent with a roommate)

struggling to form/keep friends because you can only seem to talk about your own fixation

😰 Distress from dysfunction

An interest can be distressing as well, especially if you realize dysfunctional patterns (like above) and feel...

out of control, unable to change it, powerless to stop yourself

guilt or shame from the realization of how it's impacting others

embarrassed and humiliated over what others might think

anger and frustration with yourself over your (seeming) inability to control yourself, negative impacts on others, being "the way you are"

other feelings of pain over a hyperfixation/special interest

any of the above from internalized ableism

😓 "Harmful" fixations

You may feel guilt and self-loathing over fixating on a harmful medium.

E.g. someone who just can't get away from H_rry P_tter (a, o) despite knowing of its antisemitism, the transphobic violence enacted by its profiter, and how its consumption enables her

Think of it this way: few people are "bad people". You're seldom in a relationship with a fundamentally unhealthy person. People scarcely have ill intent.

But.

You are in an unhealthy relationship if the person is hurting others with their own unhealthy patterns -- a "good" person, like you, with good intentions** -- even if you are not performing unhealthy patterns. The person is being harmful.

It's not healthy to keep yourself close to someone routinely hurting others like this. Yes, even if you love them and they love you. Even if you have a long and rich history. Even when you know they are a beautiful soul with a kind heart fully capable of change. It's hard. But you owe it to yourself to work toward separation.

You aren't perfect -- you never will be -- but what is there to do while living if not strive to be the best version of yourself you can be?

** that said, H_rry P_tter (a, o) is unfortunately not an example. The piece was build with its bigotries interwoven in integral ways. It was not written with good intentions. It can be likened to one of few ill-intentioned abusers out there.

💔 What to do with this

Please take the time to check in on your relationship with your interests.

Are you engaging healthily with them? Or are things strained between you two?

Are you letting your relationship take over your whole life? Or do you have a healthy balance between them and your academic, occupational, social, physical, and emotional lives?

Is the interest good for you? Or is it hurting you / others? Causing you to hurt you / others?

It's possible that you may need treatment to help you maintain healthy relationships with yourself, your loved ones, and your loved things. Don't beat yourself up about it! Just work toward healthier engagement with what you love.

Thanks for reading ^^

~ Neurodivergent user with a proud Bachelor of Arts in General Psychology

we as the autistic community have GOT to start talking about how a special interest can be toxic

[sanosoup]

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…𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐭. 𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐤𝐢 𝐥𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐬…

angst drabbles w/ bonten inspired by mitski lyrics!

♪ a/n: first post, why not make it sad ;) i might make a part 2 w others or maybe like another artist idk i just thought this might be a fitting post considering my theme wink. also this is just my interpretation of the little snippets of lyrics, def not trying to claim i know the actual meaning! this isn’t my best but i love the concept sooo pls forgive me if it’s a little rough 😰

♪ warnings: angst, mentions of heartbreak/toxic behavior?, unrequited love, mentions of drug/alcohol use + addiction, mentions of vomit (nothing graphic), fwb relationship, just unhealthy coping mechanisms :) 16+ ONLY (<16/ageless blogs dni with this post or my account)

♪includes: mikey, sanzu, ran & rindou

#—mikey

—

“And then one warm summer night

I'll hear fireworks outside

And I'll listen to the memories as they cry, cry, cry”

- fireworks -

—

mikey hates summer, the lengthy days, some dry to the bone, some dampened by the morning fog that tended to linger throughout the day. he hated this day in particular, and he hated how he could see everything transpire from his apartment window, and how he couldn’t even pry his lingering stare from the festival if he tried. mikey couldn’t tell if it was just his rampant imagination, or if he could truly hear the merriment, the giggles, the sound of two lovers hearts beating as a symphony down below in the festival. he sat perched, waiting, listening, watching for even just a glimpse of a face that looked enough like you from how high up he was. there was no one, after all, he’s the one who extinguished whatever flame the both of you shared with his calloused icy fingertips as though it were nothing.

mikey hated summer nights even more, how the cicadas wouldn’t seem to shut up, even in the city; how the festival was still blooming with light and joyous calls of each other’s names. he hated how everything reminded him of you, and he hated how he never let himself feel you anymore. the image of you, engraved in his mind had been long drowned in the sands of time, your smile was nothing to him but ash. he tensed upon hearing cacophony of words that rolled off of people’s tongues all at once, perhaps maybe one or two of those words sounded like your name, but it never sounded right. why should i mourn? he questions, when there is nothing for me to mourn?

the sky lit up deep into the night, fireworks booming and cracking across the sky like explosions of vivid lightning sent from the heavens. each one a different color, impossibly shimmery as they hissed on their way down, burning out before they could ever reach the ground. mikey hates that when the bright hues of the night sky illuminated his face from where he watched on his balcony, all he felt was the way you’d squeeze his hand every time another boom would erupt. it was a special memory hidden deep in the nook of his youth he had since forgotten, something that made the image of your face and sound of your voice, laughter, your sobs, all so vivid in his brain. a hot tear rolled down his cheek. he hurt you, so in turn, in the most raw moments of the night, he feels his skin set aflame and burn in silence. the pain, nearly unbearable, made his ribs feel so hollow and his hands feel so heavy; quiet tears flooded his cheeks and raced to his chin, bracing to fall to the ground. this is what he wanted, isn’t it?

#—sanzu

—

“I am a forest fire

And I am the fire and I am the forest

And I am a witness watching it

I stand in a valley watching it

And you are not there at all”

-a burning hill-

—

sanzu has lost count of how many week long benders he’s been on throughout the years; it always started with a pill, a needle, a lighter, anything he could touch, and he’d almost always end up in your arms. you were a soft warmth, like sun beaten leather, a rough contrast to the unstoppable red roaring flames that were his highs and his coming down. sanzu must admit, you had since become a routine of his, he almost always relied on you to come around when he felt himself start to sink; he had a sickly tender regard towards your frantic drives to hospitals or scurrying across your house to give him something to throw up whatever he could in. he felt the least alone when you desperately held him against your chest and he listened to your heart race, did you really care for him that much?

sometimes he wished he wasn’t like this, a good man perhaps, good enough for you. moments when his head wasn’t clouded by whatever ran through his body were moments spent pondering what could’ve been. he wasn’t sure why he did this to himself at times, but when he thought too much about it, it made him want to do it again. to feel that rush of falsified euphoric splendor, to be free, to fall, and to land right in your arms where he was finally safe again.

sanzu was falling, almost certain you’d be there to catch him, he’d let himself. what a surprise it was when his head hit the cold tile and he felt as though his brain was splattered across the floor in a lovely medley of everything he never was. he had flown too high, drifting across silver clouds and stars, that he never saw you leave your steady position on the ground. it was too late when he realized you were all too smart for him; smart enough to realize that the uncontrollable wildfire ignited in the both of you was sparked only by him. he’ll stand and burn, he’ll let you escape.

#—ran

—

“I could stare at your back all day

And I know I've kissed you before, but

I didn't do it right

Can I try again, try again, try again”

-pink in the night-

—

ran, as cold as he likes to be, can not help that he holds a special regard for you; you made him utterly sensitive, like a child, tears brimming in his eyes at the smallest of notions that you wouldn’t be around anymore. how could he be so careless with something as priceless as his affections? you were, after all, just a friend with benefits. though, he couldn’t help but feel something in his chest churn and beat for more than the quick, hollow touches the both of you shared. he wanted every touch you graced upon his warm skin to be calculated, well thought out, as if seeking more than carnal pleasure.

he was still awake, so silent and weak in these hours that a brush of wind could possibly turn him to dust, nothing more. beside him, you lay, nestled up to your chin in his sheets as your chest rose and fell slowly with the gentle breaths of sleep; he stared, afraid that something so delicate as your constant breathing would stop, that there’d be nothing he could really do about it at all. the thought horrified him, it played with the chords of his tender heart as he stared at your back dancing with the slight movements of breath as his only solace. ran could truly admire the expanse of your back, shoulder blades peaking out in the slightest, and soft skin lit only by the silver licks of moonlight peaking through the windows.

ran never wanted to stop looking at your bare body under the covers, he couldn’t hardly contain himself when you lingered in his bedroom, a silent announcement that you’d stay until morning; it was cruel, the both of you knew this, to sleep beside each other as if it were anything more than it was. yet, in a sense, his stomach leapt with joy to pretend as though it was; he was high off of that faint extra beat in his heart he always got whenever he lied. ran drew in a breath as you rustled in the sheets, the sound of your body flooding his ears and making his heart leap to his throat. his eyes grew watery as he watched you fall back into the deep abyss you had been floating in before, he would miss nights like this when they came to an end, nights where he pondered if you would truly be the only person he thought of like this. ran sighed, surely you were once in a lifetime, and surely he hadn’t held you close enough; then, he was certain, you wouldn’t have left him grasping for answers as though they were there at all.

#—rindou

—

“I found you

I found the door

But when I stepped through

There was no floor”

-i want you-

—

if rindou where to die right now, he would be satisfied. satisfied that he spent his nights in your arms and his days lingering over you; what did you feel like, again? he forgets, only to remember when he touched you again. you were perhaps a dream, so quick and nonsensical, yet he thought of you quite frequently throughout the day. it had been that way since high school, “they’ve got a boyfriend, y’know?” he knew; and he knew when you had broken up, when you had gotten back together with him, when you moved on from him, and when you looked for another option in someone else, eyes always grazing over rindou. rindou feels hollow sometimes, always wondering if you’d ever be able to fill such an obscure nook in his heart that no other lover of his ever had.

he waited for the moments in which you exchanged touches in between separate lovers like windows of spare time you spent with each other; though, he found himself addicted to it, wanting more than you gave him, and when he found himself courageous enough to ask for more, you had already found someone else to give it to. rindou occupied himself with girls, boys and nearly anyone else who didn’t remind him of you, but his wistful imagination always wandered to the idea of you when he knew it was so wrong of him to even ponder your image anymore.

there you stood that warm night in june, plain and lonely, and he as well. the both of you shared freshly broken hearts, raw from the feeling you had peeled from them and tossed to the street as though they never served you any good. rindou wanted your touch again, he looked into your eyes and could see the hunger you held as well; though, this time was different. he felt like nothing more than a fool for doing this to himself, making his heart so numb and calloused that he couldn’t feel anything except for the parts of his lovers that reminded him of you. yet, when he touched you, his tender affections had extinguished at the hands of his own cruel treatment. so in love with the idea of not feeling for you, that he truly gave up feeling, rindou felt his throat swell and his breath hitch as he struggled to feel sad or angry. he felt nothing, nothing besides the cruel sting of disappointment.

perhaps in another life.

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[lucianalight]

Oh I didn't know that you liked the TV show Lucifer too! what do you like about it and what do you think about the relationships in the show. To me, I feel like the relationship between Amenadiel and Lucifer to be a bit like Thor and Loki, or how I imagined they would be if the movies let them be brothers, I just love their relationship grows and changes in the show.

I LOVE Lucifer tv show! It's currently my fave show actually.

I vividly remember when I watched this scene I knew I wouldn't be able to stop watching the show and that Lucifer is going to one of my fave characters. The relationship between Amendiel and Lucifer instantly reminded me of Thor and Loki. Amenadiel the obedient golden child and Lucifer the rebellious scapegoat who is literally the biggest scapegoat in the history and carries so much self-loathing, anger and pain.

In fact their relationship and how their characters developed is everything I wanted to see for Thor and Loki. Amenadiel realizing that he was wrong, learning to see their father's flaws and mistakes, trying to help Lucifer and finally supporting Lucifer wholeheartedly. Both of them loving and trusting each other despite their complicated past. They have come a long way and grown so much and I truly enjoy their interactions.

The show also has done wonderful job in exploring other relationships and arcs. Deckerstar, my otp, is the example of growth through love arc being done right. I specially loved that Lucifer's self-love arc was done not because of his love for Chloe, but regardless of it. It was Lucifer wanting to forgive himself that helped him reach self-acceptance.

All in all, I think Lucifer is a show with great characters, arcs and a beautiful story, and tomorrow the last season will be aired and I'm so nervous about it. On one hand I can't wait to see what's going to happen and on the other I'm so not ready for the story to end. I don't want to say goodbye to these characters. Not to mention that I'm so stressed about how the story is going to end. I heard in the interviews from the actor that it will make us cry and it's going to be bittersweet😰I just really hope we get a great story.

[just-some-random-blogger]

MENTALLY UNWELL 🤪🤪🤪🤪🤪🤪🤪🤪🤪🤪🤪🤪🤪🤪

First of all Nsjjsjsn i think its so funny that you called yourself out for having a cringe concept HAHAHAH I LOVE THAT FOR YOU its giving me sort of pda is gross unless it happens to me in which case its great vibes HAHAHAHHA IDK IT JUST POPPED UP IN MY HEAD LOL AJAJJSNSJSJ

Anyway

Your smile grew to Cheshire lengths, but you tried to rein it in. If you looked too giddy, they would insist on too many details. You needed to keep the charm there, bask in the attention the flowers had given you, and then accept that your ruse had worked.

😮😮😮 girl boss moment 😏😏😏😏😏 SLAYYYY

“Someone special,” you replied truthfully, closing your eyes and thinking back to the disappointing Valentines you had last year, and how you had sobbed drunkenly on your best friend’s shoulder.

Lets go yn you are special

“Everyone got something in the office. Everyone except me. I’m going to have to send myself flowers next year just to make sure they don’t pity me as they did today. There’s nothing wrong with being single! Yet why do I feel so miserable?”

Its ok i would also send myself flowers its what i deserve 😌

“Don’t worry. I’ll send you flowers.” Jinyoung was running his hand up and down your back rhythmically, trying to soothe your nerves.

NSJSJSJJSJSJ JINYOUNG SENT THE FLOWERS AND NOT YOU MEKSSJSJN DEADDDD

“Sure. You’re the only Valentine I want to have anyway. We’ll make a big deal out of it. If you’re not in a relationship next year, I’ll make this day so special you’ll never cry on it again.”

NOOOOOOOO NOOOOO NOOOO MY WRITTEN BY A WOMAN BABY LOVE NOOOOO FFUCCKKKKK IM DEAD WHY WOULD YOU SAY THINGS LIKE THAT TO ME

suddenly im thinking of irl jinyoung doing this for someone he loves and im 😩😩😩 whoeveR YOU ARE YOU ARE WINNING

[...] You were going to give him the best night ever. [...] Candlelit dinner for a fun touch. [...]

🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨 girl ///: aint no way u talkin bout dinner 😐 /: the denial is strong with this one

You should have known with all their giggling you’d end up at a lingerie store two blocks over. You were so stunned that you didn’t even protest as they dragged you inside. And somehow, thirty minutes later, you left with a purchase made and a flush to your cheeks.

HAHAHAHAH WELP AT LEAST YOUR FRIENDS GET IT THEY KNOW THEY KNOW HURRAY FOR FEMINISM GET YOU A GURL LIKE THAT SLAY 💅💅💅💅

I’ll just wear it for myself sometime, you reasoned as you dashed towards the grocery store, loading a basket full of the supplies you had made a list for, trying not to think of how Jinyoung would have reacted to you wearing the set in the bag dangling off your arm. In another world, where you were both lovers and the flowers had meant more than saving face, you could imagine greeting Jinyoung after work in just the lingerie and heels, hungry eyes devouring your curves, your bare skin. It would definitely end with dessert being served up before the main course.

🤨 like i said. We been knew 😒💅

“You did, huh?” His attention fell back to the assorted bags, snagging on one in particular.

😰😰😰🫣🫣😳😳 OK BUT JINYOUNG UNHINGED FOR THAT THO I-

“What colour is it?” Jinyoung continued, his gaze zeroed in on your coat, as if he was trying to scan through the layers to find it himself. He rocked on his heels and took a decisive step forward.

HE SAID WHAT

His eyes darkened and he took another step forward. “Huh. I thought I knew everything about you, best friend.”

AINT NO WAY YALL JUST BEST FRIENDS I HATE IT HERE

“You already know what brand and size I wear. You bought me some for my birthday,” he replied instantly, fingers grazing your coat, caressing it with a patience that was missing from his tense expression.

UHHHHHHHHHHMMMMMMMM HELLLOOOOOO???????¿????

“Did you think of me when you bought this?” he murmured so low that you weren’t sure he actually uttered the words. Breaking the sticker holding the bag closed, a deep inhale is all you heard as he peered inside. “Blue and white. You were thinking of me.”

I would just like to say

“Do you… want to see it on?” you asked, unsure where the confidence came from. He had never made you feel uncomfortable within your body, but it wasn’t like you to just offer a scantily-dressed option of yourself up to anyone.

BONK 🤠 WELLLLLPPPP HOWDY 😳🤠🤠🤠🤠🤠🤠

Away from the heady atmosphere, you let out a small laugh. “What the hell am I doing?” you asked yourself as your hands worked down the zipper of your dress, the fabric pooling at your feet. You weren’t prepared for this. You would have waxed; shaved at the very least. But for some reason, that didn’t deter you. The more clothing you pulled off, the more determined you were to have this moment regardless.

NAH BUT SLAY WE LOVE A MAN THAT MAKES YOU COMFORTABLE IN UR OWN SKIN AS HE SHOULD actually bare minimum if he doesn't treat you like this leave his ass ////:

“When I sent you those flowers, I wasn’t quite expecting such a gift in return,” he hoarsely said, striding towards you until he was close to brushing against you. You gasped as his breath met your exposed skin, his eyes still roaming over you. “I’m not complaining one bit.”

BARK BARK IM NOT COMPLAIN EITHER PAPI

“So, dinner?” you questioned weakly, unable to hide the desire filling your voice. You wanted him. You wanted to see as much bare skin as you were showing him. As if he read your mind, he reached over the back of his head and tugged off his hoodie and tee all at once. You blinked, eyes wandering over his broad chest and shoulders. You had seen this all before, but not under these circumstances, and definitely not with the ability to be allowed to touch. Jinyoung hissed when your palm connected against his overheated skin.

KSBSJSSJS HE JUST JSJEJSJSJSJS IN FRONT OF MY SALAD

I IMAGINED HIM TAKING OFF HIS SHIRT SO VIVIDLY HELPPPPP MEEEEEEEEEE

“Dinner?” he echoed, letting out a chuckle. “Darling, the last thing on my mind right now is eating.”

He

Darling

DARLING

he just called me darling how- i- i will never recover

“I have a confession to make. I forgot about the pact we made last year until you mentioned it before. I just wanted you to know I was thinking about you today and sent the flowers. You’re the only Valentine I ever want.”

“And what if I make it so you’re too exhausted to cook?” Jinyoung asked as he walked you backwards into the wall, another gasp leaving you when his lips pressed into your neck. You angled your head with ease, allowing him to taste your already feverish skin.

🤪🤪🤪🤪🤪🤪 whatever you say daddy

Well Rewarded

Pairing: Park Jinyoung x female reader

Genre: friends to lovers / romance / suggestive / valentine’s day au

Warnings: suggestive content, lingerie, some nudity, basically everything but the smut, lol.

Author’s Note: of course, it’s the first time I write Jinyoung in 8 months, and he demands all this from me. Happy Valentine’s Day. Also friends, the concept of this story is a bit cringe about wanting to celebrate Valentine’s Day, but I don’t believe we all need to buy into the holiday. And if people shame you for not having a Valentine, then they’re the problem. This was just a bit of fun <3

Word count: 2100

You smiled as you read the note that came attached to the large bouquet of flowers, vaguely paying attention to the gushing from your co-workers.

He had remembered.

“Oh Y/N, you sneaky devil! You have kept tight-lipped about this one!”

“You’ve got explaining to do. Who’s the admirer?”

Your smile grew to Cheshire lengths, but you tried to rein it in. If you looked too giddy, they would insist on too many details. You needed to keep the charm there, bask in the attention the flowers had given you, and then accept that your ruse had worked.

Nothing more.

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[btsqualityy]

Alessia asks uncle Pooks to meet him.

Pooks: Hi cubby! *he hugs her and kisses her head*

Alessia: Hi uncle🥰

Pooks: how’s my lovely cubby doing?

Alessia: good! Good.. 😁

Pooks: are you okay cubby? 😅

Alessia: uncle.. what do you think about Knox?

Pooks: hmm he is a nice kid. Why? 🤨

Alessia: uhh he asked me out….

Pooks: *chokes on water* what!? When!!?? And what did you say!??

Alessia: uhhh right after I came back from summer program and we have been going out for couple of times…😬

Pooks: so for a month!?? Cubby!!! 😩

Alessia: whyyy? I thought we like him? Mama has the same reaction when I told her

Pooks: because we have beef with his dad.

Alessia: uncle! 😅 uncle Len is nice. And it’s Knox we talk about. You trust him take me to school dance, to amusement park, to take me to places.

Pooks: yeah but I never thought you guys would end up together 😑 … but the real question is what do you feel?

Alessia: I don’t know what I feel at first but when he told me how he feel, I feel happy and excited. Then when we go out on dates, he makes me feel happy ☺️ like I feel special you know. Like he knows everything about me and we are just happy ☺️

Pooks: so you like him huh😏

Alessia: yes ☺️

Pooks: well I mean I am not thrill about you dating but Knox is a nice kid. Even his dad is a pain. But I am happy that you are happy. So have you told Gigi and Papa?

Alessia: I told Gigi but not papa 😬

Pooks: this will be fun 😂

Alessia: why?

Pooks: coz when I told Gigi about my relationship, I told papa first. And it was a nightmare 😅 so when Papa knows that he is the last to know about you and Knox.

Alessia: 😰 uncle Pooks helppp me ?

Pooks: 😨uhhh I don’t know that I can help much but I’ll try

Lol Pooks would be like, “I’m not getting into that again” 😂😂